Hey everyone. Thanks for your comments. Here's another midnight make-out encounter. Although I'm not technically sure if they enountered each other, or if they actually made-out either ... You decide.

Encounter No 3

Relationship Day 40: 11.50pm

"Smallville, oh my goodness look. We've been at this for an hour and a half."

Clark turned to look at the clock resting on the mantelpiece and his mouth dropped open in shock. "Ten …" he gulped. "Ten to twelve."

"Yeah, it's nearly midnight. Are you sure Mr and Mrs K are alright with this?"

"Yes, it's okay. They had a long talk with me about responsibility and growing into myself before committing to someone and allowing you to mature into your adult personality too." He brushed his hand through his hair and lent his head back to the couch behind.

"They … they're right, you know," came the soft voice in his ear.

"I do know, and it's exactly what we discussed before you left for college so I didn't actually need the lecture from them but … I still like talking to you." He smiled although no-one would see it. "They get it though. It's all fine."

"Great!" Clark was sure he heard relief in Lois's voice. The line went quiet. He closed his eyes and just listened to the soft sound of breathing next to his ear. He imagined her sat on her bed: head laid back and eyes closed - just as he was, and the smile returned.

"So …" he heard her murmur. Quite inexplicably Lois Lane had waited a whole three minutes before interrupting the uncomfortable silence. Possibly it hadn't been uncomfortable.

"So …" Clark replied.

"There's this party at my dorm this weekend. Are you able to beg off chores and come to Metropolis?"

"Dorm room? Mmmmm, Lois I don't know. They're notorious for getting kinda wild. Are you sure you'll be safe?" Clark's heart pounded in worry.

"Well then, I guess that shows why you have to be there then. You can keep me safe," she teased. "Plus you'll be sure to have a sobering influence on all those around with your eighteen nineties values."

"Lois!" Clark retorted. She laughed, a magical sound in his ear, shivering it's way down his spine and landing in his stomach awakening butterflies. "God! I wish you were here now," he moaned out, sighing.

"What would you do if I were?" came an innocent sounding question but Clark just knew that her eyes would be holding that superior teasing light. Well … I'll show her who's in control.

"I'd run my fingers gently through your hair tucking some soft, silky strands behind your ears." He spoke slowly, modulating each word with intensity. "I'd brush it back off your face revealing your sparkling eyes. After gazing into them and memorising their exact shade I'd then cup your cheeks in my hands and draw your lips to mine." Clark's heart pounded wildly. His eyes closed and head resting back helped him to get lost in his fantasy. He wondered if Lois was as caught up as he was.

11.59pm

Lois held her breath in anticipation when Clark paused in his description. Her eyes were wide and every muscle tense: on edge. When he continued she closed her eyes again and returned to her imagination, relaxing into the bed.

"Our lips touch ever so slightly to start with. I move my hands and tangle my fingers in your hair then grip and pull you in deeper."

Lois felt her lips tingling in anticipation of the kiss that wouldn't appear. She knew that her hands would, by now, be wrapped around his neck.

"I brush my lips over yours, side to side and then we part. I lick my lips and then return to capture yours fully. My hands move down to your shoulders then trail leisurely down your back as I part your soft lips with my tongue. Just as my hand reached the small of your back I pull your body in close and start to explore your mouth, nibbling on your lips."

Lois sighed and squeezed her eyes tight shut. In her mind 'small of her back' meant 'cupping her bottom'. Her hands were now exploring his chest and her teeth nibbling at his lips.

"Lois I …" he faltered.

"Yes Clark?" she whispered back then her eyes shot open when she realised what she'd just revealed with that breathy tone. There was no reply so she found a measure of control and brought a smirk to her face.

"Wow. Smooth, Smallville. Pity that prowess is all in your head," she mocked.

"Laugh all you want Lois. I know your true feelings about my lips," he replied in the same tone.

"Well, I should be going. I have a lecture at some ridiculously early hour of the afternoon tomorrow. Need some beauty sleep."

"No you don't," came a soft voice in her ear. "Anyway …" it continued when she was too shocked to comment. "Night then."

"Night." Lois hung up before the goodbye could turn into a soppy cliché. She dropped the phone onto her bed and let her head fall back again. Suddenly overwhelmed once more by the fantasy kiss she snatched up the phone and dialled.

It was answered immediately, as if he hadn't yet moved from his spot.

"I miss you," she said simply.

"I miss you too, Lois." She heard the smile in his tone. The smile that turned his face from 'nobody should be that good looking' to 'drop dead irresistible'. "I'll see you this weekend."

"See you," she replied and dropped the phone again then drifted off to sleep.

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