CHAPTER 2

Previously...

I can't wait to see her face when she sees me on the airplane; a big grin on his face as he waits to check in...

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Lois makes it to her seat and places her carry-on suitcase in the overhead compartment, then sits down. She looks out the window for a moment; lost in thought. She can't stop thinking about what happened in the airport. The words he spoke keep repeating over and over again in her head...

I do love Wild Cherry...No more bland Vanilla for me

"Excuse me miss," a voice calling out to her. She shakes herself out of her reverie and looks up. "I think you're in my seat."

Lois looks at him in confusion, then pulls out her boarding pass. "Sorry," managing a small smile as she switches seats with the man. Damn! I thought the window seat was mine.

At the same time, Clark is walking down the aisle; looking for his seat. He stops for a second when he sees Lois switching seats with someone. He smiles to himself. Looks like I'm sitting right behind her. He walks over to his seat; stowing his carry-on in the overhead compartment. He sits down; watching over her shoulder as she pulls out her laptop and powers it up.

She's about to start typing when she gets a funny feeling. She abruptly turns around, but only sees somebody with a newspaper in front of their face. I could have sworn that they were staring at me. Weird.

Clark lowers the newspaper he had quickly held up in front of his face. Yep. This is definitely going to be fun. I'm going to lull her into a false sense of security, then... Then the flight attendant begins to go into the typical announcements about emergency procedures, etc. He fastens his seatbelt and watches Lois returning her laptop to its case; placing it under the seat in front of her. About five minutes later, the plane takes off. Then another five minutes go by before the 'fasten your seatbelt' sign flashes off.

It's about time; Lois muttering to herself as she removes her seatbelt and once again takes out her laptop.

"Would you like something a drink?" the flight attendant asks her.

Lois looks up at her. "I'll have some orange juice," she tells her. The attendant puts some ice in a cup, then pours the orange juice into it; handing it to Lois. She's about to sip her juice when she suddenly feels something soft on the back of her neck. What the hell? proceeding to spill her orange juice all over her blouse. She jumps up; furiously spinning around. "Who the hell do you think you are..." her voice trailing off; her eyes widening with shock when she sees Clark.

His eyes also widen, but for different reasons. Wow! his eyes lingering on how her wet blouse is clinging to her body. Wouldn't I just love to see her in a wet tee-shirt contest. Hell, forget the tee-shirt all together.

She reaches out to punch him on the arm when he grabs her arm in mid-punch. "Now now, Ms. Lane," recovering his composure.

"What the HELL are you doing on this plane?" she hisses through clenched teeth.

"I thought that maybe you'd like some company," he quips; a twinkle in his eyes. "Besides," he adds, "I knew how much you would miss me," winking at her.

She's about to make a retort when the person next to her speaks up. "You know each other?" he asks.

"Yes," says Clark.

"No," says Lois.

"Yes, we do,"' Clark repeats.

"Would you like to switch seats?" the gentleman asks Clark.

"I would love that," Clark smiling at him.

"NO!" Lois retorts; her eyes narrowing at Clark. But she doesn't have any say in the matter; watching helplessly as they switch seats.

"This is going to be so much fun, Lois," looking up at her; a smug expression on his face.

That smug expression just pisses me off. She abruptly gets up without a word and stomps down the aisle towards the bathroom; opening the door and stepping inside. I bet Tess Mercer had something to do with this; grabbing a wet paper towel to try and get the orange juice stain off. She works on it for a couple minutes; finally getting it out. She looks up in the mirror; her eyes widening again in shock. THAT explains the look on his face; a frown on her face. Who knows what kind of thoughts were going through his head. She presses down on her breasts to make her peaks less pronounced, then lays her hand on the knob to the door. She opens it and bumps into Clark.

"What's the rush, Lois?" his hands moving to her waist.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Smallville," she retorts.

"I beg to differ," taking a couple steps forward; causing her to step back into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him; turning the lock. "We still have to talk about the kiss in the bullpen," gently pushing her up against the wall.

Is it hot in here or is it just me? "This is not the time or the place," she says in a nervous tone of voice.

"Why not, Lois?" he asks her softly; one of his hands moving to caress her cheek.

"Because...umm..." stammering a little.

He looks at her curiously. "Are you okay?" he asks suddenly; pressing his body flush against hers. "You seem a little nervous," staring intently into her eyes.

She could feel her pulse racing just from feeling his body pressed against her. "What makes you think I'm nervous?" her voice cracking a little.

"Just a feeling," his lips finding the underside of her chin. She can't stop herself from tilting her head back so he could have better access. "Umm," a sigh escaping his lips as he lays a trail of soft kisses down her neck. She closes her eyes as he makes his way down to her cleavage. "Oh yeah," his tongue slipping in between her breasts;. Her leg wraps around his thigh as his fingers find the buttons to her blouse. He kisses each inch of skin as he unfastens each button.

"I thought you wanted to talk," she whispers as he finishes unbuttoning her blouse.

"I changed my mind," he murmurs; gliding his tongue along the lace edging of her bra. "How did you know that I love pink?" unfastening the front clasp to reveal her breasts. "I remember the last time I saw your breasts," his eyes lingering on her nipples. "I could kick myself for not appreciating the view," he remarks.

What has gotten into him anyway? Since when is he so forward?

She loses her train of thought when his mouth clamps over her nipple. "Ahh," she moans as his lips take hold and begins to suck. His hand finds her other one and begins rolling it through his fingers. Her hands slip into his trousers and pulls out his shirt; her fingers gripping his waist. "Oh, Smallville," she cries out as he continues his pleasurable activity.

"Oh, Lois," moaning himself as her fingers glide up his chest to caress his nipples. "You feel sooo good."

"No, you're the one who feels sooo good," she gasps out as he pulls even harder on her breasts.

"Are you close?" he murmurs suddenly.

"Close to what?" she whispers back.

"You know what I mean," staring into her eyes. Her eyes widen at the hidden meaning behind his words. "So...are you...close?" he asks again.

"I don't think..." her voice trailing off when his hand slips underneath her skirt and slowly glides up to her inner thigh.

"How about now?" his fingers softly rubbing her back and forth against her satin panties.

"Ohh," she moans even louder; closing her eyes and feeling herself getting wetter.

"Thank you for answering my question," he mutters as his fingers move faster and faster. He removes his mouth from her breast and quickly covers her mouth; just in time for her climax to hit. Her body shudders against him as it flows through her.

She finally opens her eyes when there's a knocking on the door. "Are you almost finished in there yet?" a perturbed voice calling out to them.

"For now," Clark replies; fastening her bra and buttoning up her blouse. "We'll continue this later when we get to London," kissing her softly on the lips. Then he tucks his shirt back in and opens the door. He briefly smiles at the guy standing there, then walks away.

Lois just leans against the wall; still in shock by what just happened. "Are you leaving or not?" the guy asks her.

"Umm...yeah..." tucking in her blouse and stepping out of the bathroom. She smoothes out her hair before returning to her seat; sitting down next to Clark. She stares at the back of the seat in front of her; unable to look at him.

I can't believe Clark Kent just brought me to an orgasm; a still shocked expression on her face.

I can't believe I just brought Lois Lane to an orgasm; a big smile on his face...

To Be Continued...