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Being Mrs. Superman

Chapter 3

Lois' horrified gasp entered the living room before she did.

"Clark Kent! Drop everything! We have a crisis on our hands!"

Used to these types of outbursts from her overly excitable wife, Clark calmly looked up from the folder full of information Oliver had just handed him. "What's wrong?"

The two men had been working hard on a plan to stop the latest threat to Earth ever since dinner and Lois' so-called crisis promised to be a welcomed interruption.

"Do you know that your children are keeping track of our fights?"

Clark half-grinned, half-chuckled. "Lois, you know we don't fight. We have…"

"…strenuous differences of opinions." Not looking up from the notebook in one hand, she impatiently waved his clarification away with the other. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's not the point." Lois plopped herself down next to him on the arm of the couch. "Look."

Clark had no choice but to look when Lois unceremoniously thrust the notebook in his face. Taking it in his hands, he flipped through a few pages, his brows furrowing in interest. Beyond that, his only response was a single grunt.

"Huh."

Curious, Lois leaned in and looked over his shoulder. "What?"

"They have me winning most of them."

"What?!" Lois ripped the notebook out of Clark's hands. "That can't be right!"

Clark and Oliver shared an amused grin as Lois frantically scanned the score sheets, mumbling protests under her breath the entire time.

Oliver was amazed. Whatever tension had existed when he arrived seemed to evaporate through dinner. Maybe it was the presence of a guest or maybe Lily's adorably childish chatter chased away the chill in the air, but the couple sitting before him was the Lois and Clark he'd known for the past seven years.

It probably didn't hurt that Lois made a special effort to reconnect with Clark. Her gentle, lingering touches, the playful winks, the warm smiles directed at the love her life went a long way in reassuring him that his earlier concerns were just a result of his long held insecurities.

Or a figment of his imagination.

"Ah-ha! I see the culprit." Lois exclaimed, shoving the book back at Clark as proof. "Lily has you winning most of them." Lois scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her with a roll of her eyes. "Figures. She always has been a daddy's girl."

Clark chuckled.

"Clark, this isn't funny."

He turned to her with a full grin and twinkling eyes. "Actually, it is."

"Our kids are making a game out of our disagreements. How is that comical?"

"It just is." Clark shrugged. "Lois, look at this." Trying to be reasonable, Clark pointed to a several items on the page. "They're scoring harmless, every day spats. If you can even call them that."

"So?" Lois threw her arms out in animated dismay. "Don't you think they'll be, I don't know, adversely affected by our bickering?"

"We haven't been." Clark blinked innocently.

Oliver stifled a laugh.

"But they're children!"

"Actually, they're our children." Clark clarified as if that alone made all the difference in the world. He confirmed that with his next statement. "Believe me, hon, that makes a huge difference."

"You think so." Clearly unconvinced, a challenging eyebrow rose.

"I know so." Clark answered simply as he handed the book back to her. "Look, bantering is part of who we are. It's how we started. It's how we thrive. If the kids were being hurt by it, they wouldn't be making a game out of it. Besides, everyone knows half the time we pick fights on purpose just so we can have the fun of making up."

"Clark!" A shocked Lois exclaimed.

"Well, we do!"

Shaking her head, Lois let out a sigh that echoed her words. "Clark Kent, sometimes you are the most exasperating man."

"Am I wrong?" Clark queried with a quirk of his lips, knowing full well he wasn't.

"That is sooo not the point." Lois conceded in not so many words.

Still amused, Clark fought back a victorious smile. "Then what is?"

"Well." Lois stated with a flip of her hair. "If you're not smart enough to figure it out, I don't see why I should tell you."

It didn't take long for Clark to guess her real concern. "Lois, my parents had spats all the time and I never once thought they were going to split. Believe me, I knew the difference between harmless and world coming to an end, ok?"

"But do they?"

"Yes, I believe they do." Clark reassured. "Our kids are smart and they're strong. They know we love each other and they know we love them. This family is solid, Lois." Clark took her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. "Trust me. The kids are fine."

"But are we?" Sighing, Lois slipped from her perch onto the couch, dislodging Clark in the process. She turned her large hazel eyes in his direction. "Be honest. Do we fight too much?"

Clark tried his best to hold back his laughter, but lost the struggle when Oliver, who had been all but forgotten by one Lois Lane, cracked first. Clark fell over on the couch, tears of laughter slipping out of closed eyes.

"Hey!" Lois grabbed a pillow and smacked him over the head, the beginning of a smile tugged her lips upward. "I don't see what's so damn funny about this!"

Her outburst only brought more laughter and more tears. An all out attack began when Lois pounced on Clark with pillows flying. Past experiences in mind, Clark's best defense against his ferocious wife was an attack of his own.

So, he tickled her.

And a laughing Lois quickly lost the battle. Then she lost her balance. And took Clark with her. They rolled off the couch onto the floor with a thud. With lightening quick reflexes, Clark took advantage.

Arms held above her head and the weight of Clark's body pinning her down, Lois was completely as his mercy. She didn't seem to mind. Despite her attempt to bite back the smile on her lips, her cheeks were flushed from exertion and her eyes were bright with breathless delight.

Clark's own laughter died in his throat.

His deep blue eyes flickered with a sudden desire that took Lois' power of speech away. The need, the hunger, the utter vulnerability filling his entire expression made it hard for her to breathe. In fact, she couldn't. It was physically impossible at that moment for Lois to look into his eyes and do anything but melt.

Clark swallowed hard as her smile slipped away and her eyes darkened to two fathomless pools of matching desire. His chest hitched with an all-too-familiar craving. That insatiable craving that never went away. No matter where he was or what he was doing, he needed her. He wanted her. As he unconsciously licked his lips, his fingers threaded through hers.

Playfulness instantly turned to intense heat.

Clark had the presence of mind to remember they weren't alone in the room. "Ollie? Don't you have to do something else? In another room?" Clark paused, his voice raspy from exertion. And desire. "Far away?"

Oliver blinked in shock. It had all happened so fast, he didn't realize he was still sitting there. Snapping into action, Ollie seemed at a complete loss for words. "Right. Dishes. I think I hear dishes calling my name. And…and emails…and…Lily and…I'm…I'm going now."

Lois waited till Ollie was safely out of the room before commenting on her husband's actions. Her lips tilted. "That was subtle."

Clark's gazed openly roamed her features appreciatively. He unconsciously shifted his weight so as not to crush her though his body still pinned her down. "What can I say? Subtle is my middle name."

"That would explain your electric blue tights and bright red cape, I suppose?"

"Actually, that was mom's brainchild. I would have preferred black leather. No cape."

"Mmm, my baby in all black." Lois purred, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. "I think I could get into that."

Voice lowering to a husky whisper, Clark nudged his nose against hers playfully. "And I think I could get into you getting into that."

"So, are you going to kiss me or what?" Lois whispered heatedly against lips that were hovering dangerously close to hers.

Those same lips tilted teasingly. "Is that an invitation?"

"It's a thinly veiled order." Her words heated his skin. Her hazel eyes glittered with challenge.

"And if I don't comply?"

"I'll call the General and tell him you're not performing your husbandly duties very well." A wicked smile touched her lips. "Then you'll reeeeally be in trouble."

"What'll he do? Send the Army after me?"

"Nope. He'll set you down for the birds and bees talk." Lois shifted impatiently beneath him, trying to mold herself into him. To feel him against her. To absorb his heat. "Believe me…best torture tactic ever used."

A ghost of a grin shadowed his lips. His intense gaze shifted to a temptingly plump target. "Well, since I really don't believe in torture…"

The kiss was instantly searing. His tongue slipped into her mouth without resistance and Lois moaned at the contact. Clark's hands released hers only to bury deep into her hair, to angle her face better to take him in. Lois' fingers threaded through his rumpled hair, pulling him closer as her legs unconsciously wrapped around his. The kiss lasted longer then either had breath.

When Clark finally pulled back, he was panting. They both were. "Ollie was right. You are one helluva kisser."

"Ollie said that?" Vaguely aware of her own question as Clark's lips began a tantalizing trip down her throat.

"Uh-huh." Nipping and licking, Clark absently responded. "Earlier."

"And he's still alive?" Lois' eyes drifted closed and a helpless sigh escaped her as Clark hit a particular spot just under her ear.

"Yeah, well…" Clark smiled against her skin. "…for now he is."

"So, uh…what does that mean?" Lois inquired, not really caring for the answer or anything beyond the feel of Clark's lips setting her skin on fire. "Is he my…my back up guy in case…you know…this thing between us…doesn't work out?"

Clark chuckled low in her ear. "In his dreams."

"And what's in your dreams?"

The innocuous question caused Clark to pull back and gaze down into the passion filled eyes of his beautiful wife.

"Do you want the truncated version or the full release?" Clark asked slipping into reporter jargon, the double meaning of his words crystal clear to one Lois Lane.

A slow, seductive grin spread through her expression as her heated whisper was full of desire. "Oh, I think a full release is in order."

Clark swallowed hard. "Audio? Visual? Or interactive?"

"Do you really have to ask?" Lois teased.

Clark grinned. "Interactive it is."

His lips met hers once more and before she knew it, they were floating. Literally. The only thing holding Lois three feet off the ground was the strength of her husband's arms and her own legs wrapped around his. One heated hand found its way into her shirt and up her back. Clark's shirt hit the floor. Lois' hands had just drifted to the top of his jeans when Clark's head snapped up and an all too familiar look flashed through his expression.

They fell to the ground with a thud.

Growling in frustration, Clark's head dropped onto Lois' shoulder. Eyes drifting closed, Lois bit back her own growl. Releasing her hold on Clark, she stared up at the ceiling and tried to keep the resentment out of her voice. "Which one? The kids or Superman?"

Clark raised his head to look into her eyes. His expression was apologetic. Pleading. Anguished. "Both."

Lois tried to push away the disappointed chill creeping over every inch of her body. Avoiding eye contact, she sat up and reached for his shirt, offering him a tight smile. "It's probably best. Not much we could do anyway with Ollie only in the other room."

"Maybe not, but…" Catching her gaze, Clark sent her a lighthearted wink and attempted a grin. "…it sure was fun to try."

His eyes warmed her. Lois' chuckle eased the guilt and uncertainty in Clark's expression. "You have a wicked streak in you, Clark Kent."

"And it has your name written all over it." He dipped his head to claim her lips once more when it happened again. Clark swore uncharacteristically under his breath.

Touching the side of his face, Lois poured every ounce of sincerity into her smile. "Go. Be somebody's hero."

"But…"

Her second command was stern and accompanied by a gentle push. "Go."

Reluctantly, Clark rose from the floor and reached out his hand to her. When she took it, he pulled her up and wrapped an arm around her waist. His gaze met hers in an effort to reassure. In an effort to hand her his heart. "I love you, Mrs. Kent."

"I love you back." Lois whispered seconds before Clark disappeared.

Alone in the room, Lois fought the dark emotions that instantly threatened to overwhelm her. Action. Action was what she needed. She turned her attention to fiercely returning cushions to their proper place.

A gust of wind blew her hair into her face and Clark was instantly at her back. Strong arms around her waist. A kiss on exposed skin. A low voice in her ear. "I will make up for this later."

"Promises, promises." She teased half-heartedly.

But he was already gone.

Lois swallowed hard as the familiar ache began. In the center of her chest. In the pit of her stomach. Her skin. Everywhere Clark had touched her. Each time he left, his absence became all that more acute.

"Hey. You guys ok?" Ollie stood at the door, a hand over his eyes. "I thought I heard…"

"It's ok, Ollie. He's gone." Lois informed him quietly. "Superman duty."

"Oh. Ok." Oliver stepped into the room, his focus on a not-so-happy Lois Lane. "Hey, you alight?"

Lois nodded. "Uh-huh."

Oliver crossed the room. "Let's try that again. Lois. Are you alright?"

Lois turned to Oliver, tears in her eyes and a tight smile on her lips. "Sure. Why wouldn't I be? I'm Mrs. Superman."

TBC…