Title: Fairy Tales Can Come True
author: red rooster
pairing: Lois and Clark
disclaimer: They don't belong to me. I make no money from them.
Summary: A Day at the beach leads to unwelcome results.
part two
C-130 Army cargo plane
Lois was brought out of her thoughts by her father. He wanted her to know they would be landing within an hour. He was concerned about her. She hadn't dealt very well with her mother's death more than ten years ago.
He hadn't either. It was very tough to lose a love one. Lois's mother was his life. He had shut down emotionally after that and wasn't there for Lois and her sister. He pawned her off to a nanny.
Lois grew up much faster than she should have. He sometimes forgot that. She came across as a very self assure mature woman, but she still was a young woman who was afraid to let someone love her.
Maybe she was right four years ago. She wasn't ready to get married. She was still finding herself. He should have let her grow up some more before forcing her to make such a life altering decision.
flashback
Kent farm
Lois came down the stairs and saw Martha in the Kitchen. She told Martha of her plans to go to the beach with Clark. They were going to meet up with Lana and Chloe. They would be back around four.
Martha liked the idea. Clark had been working really hard around the farm. He should take some time to relax and have some fun. Martha offer to make them a picnic lunch. She made a few sandwiches, packed some chips and brownies, and place a small cooler of soft drinks in the basket.
Lois then went out to the barn to find the beach umbrella and Clark. He was probably sulking about something. She silently walked up the stairs to see what he was doing. She found him up in the loft daydreaming.
Clark was surprised to see her standing there. She looked so beautiful. He had been thinking about her more and more everyday. Things were so easy with her. She never made any demands on him like Lana did.
She didn't need to know every last thing about him. She didn't pry into areas that he didn't want to talk about. They always had fun together. Even their so call fights weren't real fights.
They were more like playful teasing. It was more a test of wills that somehow she usually won, but he won too because he would receive the most beautiful happy smile he had ever seen.
"Get your swimming trunks on Smallville, we're going to the beach." Lois ordered Clark.
"I'm busy. I'm not going anywhere Lois. I'm going to stay right here and relax." he replied.
"Wrong Smallville, don't make me get Mom involve. She's in the kitchen fixing us a picnic basket as we speak." grinned Lois knowing that he would cave, he always did. He would put up a little fight, but he would always do whatever she asked him.
"She thinks you have been working too hard and should go and have a good time. I'm wearing a new bikini." smiled Lois hoping that would inspire him.
Clark knew he had lost the battle when Lois mentioned his mother. Of course seeing Lois in a bikini was such a bad idea either. He had to admit she had a fantastic body, long legs, firm hips, a tiny waist.
"Why do you always get her involve Lois?" asked a sullen Clark.
"I didn't Clark. She wanted to know where we were going." smiled Lois.
"We?" challenged a disbelieving Clark.
"Clark, your mother isn't stupid. She sees me dressed like this and you don't think you're involved somehow?" reasoned Lois.
Junior was getting excited. It was a good thing he didn't wear tight fitting jeans anymore. He found the beach umbrella and went inside to change while cursing Lois as he went.
at the beach
Twenty minutes later they were at the beach. Clark set up the umbrellas and beach chairs. Lana and Chloe hadn't arrived yet. Lois decided to have some fun with him. She wanted Clark to rub some suntan lotion on her, all of her. She threw the lotion to him.
"What do you want me to do with this." he grumbled.
"I need you to rub it on me." she smiled seductively.
"It'll have to wait. I'm hungry. I'm going to eat lunch first." he replied as he tried to ignore her.
"No way Smallville. You're not going to put greasy hands on me. Lotion first, food second." she ordered him as he grudgingly walked over to her.
"You can do my legs first, then my arms, then my back ..... " she began to order him as if she was the General and he was the lowly private.
"I'll do your back, nothing else. You're more than capable of rubbing lotion on your legs and arms." he replied not thinking about all the possibilities. He wanted this over with as quickly as possible.
"Clark, the purpose of you rubbing the lotion on me is so that I don't get any on my hands. What are you afraid of Clarkie?" taunted Lois.
"I'm not afraid Lois ..... " he replied before she ordered him to proceed.
He sighed knowing this wasn't a battle he was going to win. He began with her arms softly massaging the lotion in. He was surprised with their firmness. Most girls had flabby arms like Chloe. Even Lana's were a little soft.
He then moved onto her legs as little Clark began to wake up. He marveled at her long slender legs. They were lean and firm. They were the longest legs he had ever seen on a woman.
He was enjoying the act of rubbing her legs now, but was hesitant as he neared the edge of her bikini. He knew he had to slip his fingers under the edge to make sure she was covered. Her little bikini could slip when she laid down or moved. God forbid she got sunburn. He wouldn't hear the end of it.
Lois smiled as she felt his hands and fingers worked her muscles. He had great hands. Her smiled grew as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of her bikini. She wondered if he would, but was sure he couldn't resist the temptation. It was part of their little game that they played.
Lana and Chloe reached the edge of the beach. They saw Clark rubbing lotion on Lois. He was doing her back. They giggled in amusement. Once again Lois had gotten Clark to do something he didn't want to do.
They weren't laughing when they saw Clark applying the lotion to her stomach from behind her. They could see his huge hand caressing her flat sexy belly.
Clark was finished. Lois could do her front side. Little Clark was very happy. Clark felt a little embarrassed as he had slipped his fingers under the fabric of her bikini bottom to insure she didn't burn.
Once again he thought Lois was testing him, daring him to do something he had dreamed about, but knew he shouldn't do.
"Don't stop Clark. You still have my front side to do." murmured Lois softly in a dreamlike state. She was enjoying his ministrations.
"Lois!"
"I told you Clark, I don't want to get any lotion on my hands." replied Lois.
"Turn around then." sighed Clark. Why me?
"I think this way is better. Go on Clark." ordered Lois. She didn't think she could look at him if he was caressing her belly.
Clark wrapped he arms around her and began rubbing the lotion on her belly. Lois leaned back into him, enjoying his strong hands caressing her stomach muscles. She smiled as Clark insured that she wouldn't burn under her bikini. She could sense that Junior was happy too.
at the Hospital
room 313
Lois walked into the room. She saw him lying there. She expected to see wires hooked up to him, but there weren't any. Had they already pulled the plug? He looked like he was sleeping to her. His chest appeared to move slightly.
She walked over to him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. She sat down beside him on his bed to talk to him. She didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry Clark. I know it wasn't right of me to leave, but I couldn't stay. I knew you didn't love me. I don't think I loved you either back then. It was way too soon for us. We were too young and weren't ready to get marry.
I have miss you Clark. We use to have a lot of fun together. It has been a long time since I've had fun. I have been working at a newspaper. I write for the home and garden section. What do I know about Homes or Gardens you ask? I made the mistake of telling the editor I lived on a farm for two years.
The General told me that you slipped into a coma six months after I left. Mom must have been heartbroken. She loves you so much. I wonder how she's doing. You know I loved her like my own mother.
I'm sorry I left. I should have been here for you, but I got scared. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I did love you, but not enough to stay. We needed time Clark. Time for our love to grow.
I love you Clark. I wished that you would wake up and talk to me. You know I don't like to do all the talking. Wake up Clark."
Lois continued to ramble on for a couple of hours. She was in need of some coffee and food. She and the General had left Atlanta early this morning before flying to Kansas. She stood up and leaned over to give him another kiss.