A/N: IMPORTANT PLEASE READ The prologue is set around 3 months after Escape (Season 9), after which Chapter 1 starts, although in this fic it ends a little differently. I thought I'd give you a heads up in case you got confuzzled.

Chapter 1

"Well as incredible as that R&R attempt was, I think we should skip the old B&B's for a while". Lois said as she opened the door and turned on the light.

"Lois," Clark said as he shut the door "for our first weekend away together," he paused. "It could of been worse".

"I was possessed by a 300 year old Scottish banshee and I almost killed you Clark".

"We did get to see the world's largest ball of yarn. That made the whole trip worthwhile," he said as he walked over to her, smiling.

"All thanks to my stellar sense of direction, let's face it Clark, without me, you'd still be lost."

He smiled again, and then tilted his head, studying her, good god he was sexy, she thought.

"What," she asked hesitantly. His hands went to her hips and swiftly placed her on top of the counter.

"Oh," Lois said in surprise. He kissed her passionately, then took off her jacket. She wrapped one arm round his neck, the other squeezed his bicep. His large hands caressed the small of her back. She moaned softly when he parted her lips with his tongue, kissing her heatedly.

Another moan escaped her lips as Clark's hands found their way under the back of her blouse, his fingers traced the line of her spine, his touch against her bare skin felt like fire. She arched her back, her chest pressing against his. With her neck exposed he kissed along her jaw to her ear.

She pulled his jacket off as he gently kissed and bit down her neck. He tenderly brushed his tongue over her pulse point, feeling it beat rapidly underneath his lips. Her blouse found its way to the floor, leaving her only in her back lace bra.

His lips left her neck, Clark's eyes roamed appreciably over her top half, there was no mistaking the look on his face, lust and desire spilled of him. His hands placed just below the back of her bra, he looked at her for a signal, she nodded her head slightly, and bit her lip.

He deftly undid the clasp of her bra and with a flick of his wrist he flung it away. Clark's lips encased her own as he pulled her closer, his fingers grazing the newly exposed skin. Lois wrapped her legs round his waist, whimpering when she felt his obvious attraction to her. Clark groaned at the contact and kissed her harder, his hands squeezing her hips, then moving to her jeans, fumbling with the belt.

"You're wearing too many clothes," Lois said breathily. He grinned and helped her pull of his t-shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, and looked at him impishly.

"Still too many Smallville, strip," he laughed.

"You giving me orders Lane," she grinned.

"Yes, now hop to it"

"Yes ma'am" she giggled slightly. Clark took off his jeans and shoes, only leaving his boxers.

"Plaid, really Clark, its not exactly—" he silenced her, lifting her off the counter and into his arms, she squeaked in surprise. He walked over to the bed and set her down gently. Lois could scarcely breathe. They were so close now, the room felt charged with electricity.

Clark was nervous. Could he do this? Did he have enough control? He wanted this so much.

"Smallville, stop thinking," she reached and pulled him down to her, "Relax," she whispered against his ear. "Make love to me".

Her words were his undoing, his doubts, his fears left his mind, there was only her.

A/N: Phew, that was hard to write, I think I got the quotes right from the episode