AN. Btw, I had forgotten in the previous chapter to mention that they had all flown back to the Kent farm, and that Martha and Perry were staying in the guest room upstairs.

Sorry about that!

Lois slowly opened her eyes and yawned. She felt warm, strong, protective arms wrapped around her, and smiled. She felt something under her shirt, and looked down.

Oh my god, she thought. Clark's hand is right under my...

She shifted slowly as she felt Clark's hand just beneath her left breast. She heard a moan from behind her, followed by a yawn. As Clark's came to consciousness, he realized he had his arm wrapped around Lois. He slightly moved his hand up, and felt the rough lace of her fishnet-type lace of her bra.

He yelped as he jumped back, falling off the bed. Lois acted like she was asleep, and looked over the side of the bed.

"What?" She asked curiously, trying to hide the amusement in her voice.

"Y- you didn't feel that?" Clark asked nervously.

"No?"

"I- I touched your boob." Lois laughed, getting out of bed.

"What, Clarky? Have you never touched a boob before?" When she saw the look on his face, she laughed. "Relax. It's not like guys haven't touched my boobs before. Actually, plenty of guys-"

"Lois!" Clark warned as she walked into the bathroom, smirking. Clark couldn't help but watch her ass as she walked into the bathroom. The way her hips swayed... It did things to him.

Clark had gone downstairs to see if his mom and her fiancé were awake, and was walking back up the stairs. He went into the bedroom, closing the door, and walked into the bathroom.

"Oh god!" He yelled as he saw Lois.

"Clark!" She squealed as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. He walked back into the bedroom, and sat on the bed.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know!" He had just walked in on his best friends cousin... Naked. He was staring straight ahead, and it took him everything he had not to turn around and go back into the bathroom, considering it had no door.

He hadn't seen much. Just... Well, everything.

Clark was staring straight ahead, trying to remain calm and innocent as he reminded himself that there was a gorgeous, sexy, single, naked woman in the next room, and here he was, sitting on the bed.

Something caught his eye as he tried to keep his thoughts innocent.

The mirror.

There was a mirror in the bedroom that was positioned just enough that it reflected the bathroom mirror, which reflected Lois in front of it, whom was which hidden by the wall. He felt the blood rush from his head - elsewhere - as he watched her. She had underwear on - sexy lace underwear from Victoria's Secret, he noticed - and her matching bra, too. To him, that was sexier than anyone naked. He didn't know why; it just turned him on. Especially with Lois wearing it. Though he hated to admit it, she turned him on. Just a simple touch from her got him all riled up.

"Clark?" She asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He asked nervously and sharply.

"You okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

"No, I- I'm fine," he said, trying to hide the arousal in his voice. For the first time since she'd come out of the bathroom, he looked at her. She was wearing dark blue jeans that clad to her bodies in all the right places, and a tight, low-cut dark red t-shirt.

Lois looked down at Clark's pants, but wasn't prepared for what she saw.

"Clark!" She gasped, wide eyes.

"What?"

"You- you..." she smirked, and bit her lip. "You're turned on."

"What?" He laughed nervously. He looked down, and quickly put his hands over his crotch. "No, not from you," he lied.

"Ha!" She laughed. "That's a lie. What, where you looking at porn? What kind of porn do farm boys listen to? 'Oh, Betty, shuck my corn'," she moaned, and Clark's erection grew bigger. When she saw the terrified reaction on his face, she laughed. "Don't worry, Smallville, I've gotten way more immature and dirty reactions from men who've seen me naked. Usually, it involves both of us being naked," she said, smirking as she walked out the door, knowing that Clark was behind her, trying to think of unattractive things before he walked downstairs to calm his... reaction to seeing her and hearing her.

"Clark? What's wrong?" Martha asked as Clark walked down the stairs to join Lois, Martha, and Perry for breakfast.

"Nothing," Clark laughed nervously. "I'm fine." When he saw the smirk across Lois' face, he gently punched her in the arm.

Martha gave Perry a look, and he nodded.

"Lois, why don't you come help me?" Martha asked.

"I'm not much of a cook," Lois smiled as she got up from her chair, "but sure!"

"Clark, can we talk?" Perry asked.

"Sure," Clark smiled.

"In private?" Perry added. Clark looked at him curiously, but didn't protest, and walked into the living room with Perry. "I, uh... Honestly didn't really want to have this conversation with you."

"Perry, where are you going with this?" Clark began to get worried, thinking something was going on with his mom.

"Your mom wanted me to talk to you," he said nervously as he cleared his throat. "Have you and Lois had sex?" Clark's eyes got wide, and he tried to speak.

"Uh... Um..."

"It's okay if you have," Perry added. "Your mother just wanted to know because you two don't seem too... In love? She wanted to make sure that you two didn't have a one-night-stand or something that ended up with Lois getting pregnant, and you felt it was your duty as a man to marry her since she was carrying your child."

"No," Clark laughed. "Lois is not pregnant, and our sexual life is not the reason we're getting married. I love Lois and she loved me, and that's why we're getting married. Why is our sex life any of your business?"

"I-"

"What are you guys taking about?" Lois asked as she walked in, sensing the tension from the kitchen.

"Nothing," Perry said.

"He asked if we've had sex and if you got pregnant and that's the reason we're getting married."

"What'd you say?" Lois asked, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.

"I told him the truth." Lois looked terrified, and Clark smiled down at her. "That our sex life was none of my mothers and his business, and that I love you and you love and that's the reason we're getting married." Lois smiled nervously, and looked at Perry.

"I don't know why he's so reluctant to talk about our sex life," she said. "He's a little shy in the bedroom, but it's alright for me. I have enough experience to keep the relationship exciting and surprising." Lois walked off, yet again, leaving Clark in a mess of arousal and embarrassment.

"She's a keeper," Perry said, patting Clark on the back.

"That she is," Clark said as he watched her walk off, her hips swaying.

"Oh, Clark," Martha said as she put the last clean dish up. "Lana called. She invited you to go for coffee at The Talon."

"You told her no, right?" Clark asked, looking at Lois briefly, then back at his mom.

"No, I told her you'd love to go."

"What?!" Clark gasped. "Mom! You know I want nothing to do with her. Lana and I are done; through. I'm engaged for heavens sake!"

"I know. She said it was completely just coffee as friends, completely platonic."

"Do I have to go?" He asked, sighing.

"Yes. You know she'd be crushed if you stood her up. Don't you think you stood her up enough in high school?" Clark looked Lois nervously, and she stared at Clark, curiously.

"Fine," he sighed, "I'll go."

Clark walked into the Talon, and sat at the table that Lana was at.

"Lana," he smiled nervously. "Hi."

"Hi," she smiled as he sat down. "How are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"I've been better," she forced a smiled onto her face. She couldn't believe she'd actually called Martha.

"So..."

"I miss you, Clark," she blurted.

"Lana, I thought-"

"I know," she interrupted. "The only way I knew you'd come is if I said I just wanted to catch up. I miss you. I miss... us. I miss what we had. Clark, ever since you left, my life has been hell." Clark hadn't made eye contact with her since he'd gotten there, but as he looked up and into her eyes, he felt the love and passion that he'd once felt in high school. It wasn't as strong as it used to be, but it was still there, trying to claw it's way to the surface.

"Clark, babe," a female voice said as soft, warm, wet lips met his cheek. He looked up, only to see Lois sit down in his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck. "Where have you been?"

"Lois?"

"Just go with it," she mumbled under her breath as she motioned towards Lana with her eyes.

"J- just catching up with an old friend," he said nervously.

"Oh, hi," Lois smiled, extending her hand out to Lana. "I'm Lois."

"Lana," she said as she took Lois' hand and shook it. "Is this your girlfriend?" Lana asked, looking at Clark as her hand returned to her lap.

"Fiancé," Lois corrected.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were engaged, Clark."

"i-I was gonna tell you."

"Silly Clark," Lois said as she put her hand on his chest, sensing that the fact that Lana thought they were engaged, she didn't act different. Lana still wanted Clark. "He's forgetful. It's like we're not even getting married," she warned, stepping on his toes under the table.

"Mm," he groaned in pain. "Yep," he laughed nervously, "silly me." He wrapped his arms around Lois, seeing that the fact that he was 'getting married' didn't phase Lana. He rubbed her thigh, and she very quietly moaned beneath his touch. He smirked, and she looked down at him as Lana started to get more and more aware of the fact that her and Clark didn't stand a chance. They were over.

"But we are getting married," Clark said, staring up into Lois' hazel eyes. He leaned in and kissed her passionately, his warm, wet lips meeting hers. As they pulled away, Lois stared at Clark as he looked back at Lana.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to-"

"No," Lana smiled nervously. "It's fine, I should go anyways. I have a... a date."

"Oh sorry, don't let us keep you from your date." Clark smiled as Lana left, and Lois quickly got out of his lap.

"What the hell?" She asked, half yelling, half whispering.

"What?"

"Kissing wasn't part of the deal!

"I know, I'm sorry. It won't happen again. I didn't know what else to do." He looked at Lois compassionately as he got up, and she sighed, giving in.

"Fine whatever. Just make sure it doesn't happen again," she said as she walked out the door. Clark couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass every time it was facing him. The way her hips swayed, he just wanted to grab that perfect ass, slam her against the closest wall, and kiss her all over.

"Clark?" Lois asked, coming back in and snapping him out of his thoughts. "You coming?"

"Yeah. Right," he said as he walked out of the door.

As much as she hated to admit it, Lois enjoyed that kiss. Very much so.

It had clicked something inside of her, triggering some emotion she'd never felt before. Not even with Oliver. She couldn't tell what it was. Hell, she couldn't even tell you how she felt right now.

Actually, yeah she could. She didn't even know the man, and she was pretty sure she was already falling for him, but she couldn't give herself an exact answer. Her emotions were just a jumbled mess.

And that kiss didn't do anything but make that mess even bigger. There were so many emotions swirling through her right now.

Hate, annoyance, fear, and... Arousal?

No way. That man.. that farm boy, did not turn her on. No one turned Lois Lane on.

But.. What else could explain the warm feeling she had in the pit of her stomach that started as soon as he kissed her? Every time she thought about the kiss, that warm pit just kept coming back...

Thoughts?