Disclaimer: DC Comics/Warner Bros. Entertainment owns these characters. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author's Notes: This story is still nipping at my heels, then a reviewer suggested … 'Well, they're in Smallville, have them visit Martha.' Oh, dear me. *face palm* Well, here it is! I'm smiling guys. These little snippets of updates are fun. I hope you like it. Please read and review. Thank you! :D
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Chapter 3: Love Takes Time
Downtown Smallville, a little while later:
Martha Kent had just finished grocery shopping, about to head to her truck, when she spotted her son with a beautiful young woman crossing the street headed for the Sheriff's office. They had their heads together pretty much oblivious to anyone else. She watched as a few people on the street glanced at them and of course someone recognized her son, but he wasn't paying them any attention, so intent was he on what this young woman had to say.
Martha frowned as she watched them for a minute more. She didn't recognize her with a hat on her head and sunglasses, but her hair was very long and a lovely shade of reddish-brown. Martha wasn't sure if she should intrude or not. Her instincts told her that she was special to him. That would be a first for him or maybe they were just friends. Stop this, Martha, just call out to them already. "Clark!"
Clark turned at the familiar voice. "Mom?!" He exclaimed truly shocked to see her in town. This is going to be awkward.
Lois turned to him. "That's your Mother, Clark? She's beautiful and young. How old are you?"
He cleared his throat. "I'll be 27 in June, and you?"
"I'm 28, Clark."
"Oh," Clark whispered, but couldn't come up with anything else to say.
She had to smile then she grabbed his arm. "Come on, she's waiting."
"Ok, let's … ummm … go say hello."
While waiting for the traffic to pass, Lois took off her sunglasses, her hat and gloves then she smoothed her hair.
"You look lovely, Lois," Clark whispered. He couldn't help himself as he smoothed her hair at the top of her head. "You have a cowslip."
"I do?" She asked and tried to smooth it down. Their hands touched again and then the tension came back. Lois hoped to break the tension. "She's your Mother and I want to make a good impression."
The traffic had cleared and Martha waited and waited. Sighing, she crossed the street and walked over to them.
Clark smiled. "She'll love you, just as I ..." He stopped himself but Martha had heard every word.
Lois felt frozen in place. He did not just say that.
"Hello, Clark," Martha said and came closer, finally gaining their attention.
"Oh, hi, Mom!" Clark said and gave her a hug and kissed her cheek.
"Hello, Son," Martha greeted her son warmly then she held out her hand. "And you are?"
"I'm Lois, Lois Lane," Lois replied and shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Kent."
"It's nice to meet you too, Ms. Lane." Martha shook her hand. She knew who she was. "I've read your articles in the Planet."
Lois perked up. "Oh, you have?"
"Yes, I have and I'm very impressed." Martha noticed that her son did not have much to say so she decided to carry the conversation. "So what brings you two to town?"
Clark finally found his voice. "Mom, do you have any more errands to run because Lois and I have to meet up with the Sheriff. We're on an assignment."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Of course, I understand. You know, you should have called because you could have stayed at the house."
"But I thought the military was still over there," Clark said a bit shocked.
"They cleared out a few hours ago. So, after your meeting with the Sheriff, check out of that musty hotel, and come out to the house. I'll fix dinner and Ms. Lane and I can get better acquainted."
"Thank you, Mrs. Kent, that's very sweet," Lois said politely.
"Call me Martha and I'll call you Lois, is that Ok?" Martha asked sweetly.
"Of course, and thank you, Martha."
"Perfect. Now, I'll see you both later for dinner, say seven o'clock?"
Clark spoke up. "Yes, Mom, we'll be there."
"Bye now." Martha turned and walked over to her truck parked just up the street.
After Martha had entered her truck and left, Clark rubbed his eyes appearing tired.
"Clark Kent, I cannot believe you did not contact your Mother to tell her that you would be in town. What were you thinking? That scene was awkward and it should not have happened. Your Mother is lovely." Lois thought about it for a minute. "Was it because of me?"
"No, of course not," Clark said and walked over to the Sheriff's office. Lois was right behind him.
"Then why didn't you tell her you were coming?" She paused. "Does she know about us?" Lois asked, but it was obvious she didn't.
That stopped him in his tracks, took her hand and entered a diner. It was almost lunch time and the place was pretty much empty. The meeting with the Sheriff could wait for a while. He helped her remove her coat, he took off his coat then they sat down in a booth away from prying eyes and ears.
After the waitress left menus with them, they were left alone. Things became awkward again as they stared at each other.
"Well, Clark, why didn't you tell her that you would be in town?"
"Two reasons," he replied. "First of all, I wasn't ready for you two to meet and second …" He hesitated.
"Second …?" Lois prompted.
"I wanted you all to myself. My Mother is very ... friendly. Once you get out to the farm, you'll know what I mean."
"Oh, I see," Lois said, getting turned on by his words. "Well, that could be a problem, if we check out of the hotel and stay out at the farm." She let that hang for a minute then pretended to read the menu, but her eyes were flirting with him.
Clark looked around, but no one was paying them any attention. "Lois, don't do that."
"Don't do what?" She innocently asked. Damn, the man was ridiculously attractive. "I'm hungry … but not for food."
Clark's mouth dropped open. Closing his eyes, he shifted a bit. His pants were getting too tight then he decided to read the menu. Then they were both flirting. "It's hot in here," Lois whispered as she shook out her hair and pulled at her low-neck sweater showing the tops of her breasts.
That did it, as both menus lowered at the same time.
"Call the Sheriff and reschedule," Lois told him then stood up, grabbed her coat and was out the door in one minute. "Move it Kent."
She didn't have to tell him twice. Clark grabbed his coat and all he could see was reddish-brown hair flying out behind her.
And I thought I was fast.
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The elevator ride wasn't fast enough for them. They were kissing and clawing at each other's clothes. The elevator beeped then the door opened but no one was there thank goodness. Clark flew down the hall and managed to open the door with one hand. Shutting the door, clothes came off and landed all over the room, then he picked her up, walked over to the bed with one eye open so he wouldn't trip over his own feet.
"Lois, this is crazy," Clark said they slid under the covers.
She raised her arms inviting him in. "I know and I don't care."
"Neither do I," he whispered and then he was in her arms. He smoothed her hair away from her forehead. He kissed her then, slowly and sweetly then with more passion.
Lois closed her eyes enjoying his kisses, but she wanted more, so much more. As if he could read her thoughts, his kisses were everywhere on her throat and chest, but then she had a thought. "It's my turn," she whispered and then flipped him over. She climbed on top of him. Shaking her hair to one side, she leaned down and kissed him, her hands stroking his hair, his cheeks then her lips moved to his cheek, his ear and then down his throat.
Clark closed his eyes, but his hands were everywhere, smoothing her hair over her shoulders and down her arms. He wanted to see her face but her hair was in the way, but then her sweet lips moved lower kissing his chest and nipples feeling the tickle of hair against her lips.
"Lois?" He asked, not expecting an answer.
She smiled with the same flirtatious grin that set his heart to pounding and other parts of his body responded to her smile.
"Yes, Clark?" She answered him with a question.
"Are you …?" He couldn't finish his question because her hands and lips were on his straining erection.
Lois had never in her life done anything like this, but she couldn't seem to stop herself from pleasing him. She needed this. He was like a drug in her system, and she had to wonder how this would end, but it doesn't have to end, does it?
But then all she could hear were both their moans of satisfaction and wonder. He pulled her up before he lost control and kissed her hard, his tongue swirling inside her sweet mouth. She kissed him back as her arms went around his neck pulling him closer.
He pulled back suddenly. "How is it that you can do this to me?" He asked in a whisper barely heard.
She opened her eyes confused. "Do what?"
"Make me forget the world, reason and sanity."
Her eyes widened. She had forgotten as well. "Clark, I …"
He kissed her to keep her quiet, to blot out the world to make her forget, to make her feel … just feel, nothing else.
And he did.
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It was nearly seven o'clock. The Sheriff could not reschedule their meeting until the next morning. Lois was disappointed, but she had no one to blame but herself, but damn it was worth it, and now Clark's words rang in her head. Make me forget the world, reason and sanity. What have I gotten myself into?
They entered the farmhouse only a few minutes late. "Oh, my," Lois whispered and breathed in the appetizing aromas that streamed inside her nose.
Clark wasn't surprised. His Mom was home at last and wanted, no needed to cook a massive meal and who other than her son and his … his what? My partner, yeah, that sounds right.
Martha turned when they came in, removed her apron and came to greet them. "Clark, Lois, I'm so glad you could make it."
"Of course, Mom, we said we would come," he said and kissed her cheek.
Martha held out her arms. "Hi, Lois, welcome to my home."
"Thank you, Martha," Lois said and gave her an awkward hug.
Martha peeked behind them. "Where's your luggage?"
Lois glanced at Clark. "I'll pick it up later Mom."
"Oh, well, the bedrooms are all made up for you both. Lois, you'll be at the top of the stairs and Clark your old room is ready for you."
Lois hid a grin. Clark groaned to himself. "Mom, I'm sorry, but we had to reschedule our meeting with the Sheriff, so we can't stay tonight. It's pretty early tomorrow morning. It's the only time he had to fit us in," he rambled and tried not to blush.
Martha watched her son and of course she suspected he was sleeping with Lois, and now she was pretty much convinced he was definitely a man now. But she couldn't help but feel disappointed they couldn't stay the night.
"That's Ok, I know it was short notice and you are here on business." She turned to the dining room. "Take a seat and I'll bring in the food."
"I'll help you," Lois said and followed her into the kitchen.
"Thanks Lois," Martha said. "Your dress is lovely." She paused. "Do you cook, Lois?" She asked, curious about her.
"Thank you, Martha. I love blue." She paused as she brought the mashed potatoes to the table. Martha followed her with the fried chicken. "Well, ummm, if you mean can I open a can and heat up what's inside, then yeah, I can cook."
"Oh, I see," Martha murmured.
Clark inwardly groaned. This should be interesting.
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Once seated at the table, the meal was surprisingly and shockingly going along smoothly. Martha and Lois found a lot to talk about, mostly her stories and her life as a reporter.
Clark shook his head at the women in his life. The women in my life? He liked the sound of that.
Martha did get her to open up about the loss of her Mom and how her Father was not the most loving of parents, then she told them that her Father was a general in the U.S. Army.
"Did you say General Sam Lane?" Martha asked a bit shocked. "He was here during the Army's occupation of Smallville and my house."
Lois turned to Clark. "Did you know about this?"
"No, I had no idea." He turned to his Mom. "Is he gone along with all the other soldiers?"
"As far as I know, yes he is," Martha replied.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kent, I mean, Martha, but I have to leave," Lois said feeling uncomfortable and guilty for some reason.
"Lois?" Clark also stood up.
She turned to him. "I'll wait for you outside." She felt like crying. "I'm sorry Mrs. Kent, I mean Martha." Shaking her head she grabbed her coat from the coat tree and headed outside.
Martha grabbed her son's arm. "Clark, I know who she is to you." She gave him the look. "Don't let her get away." She paused again. "I like her a lot."
He smiled. "I like her too. Thanks, Mom," he whispered, leaned down and kissed her cheek. "I'll call you later."
Then he was gone.
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Clark found her in the rental car, her head thrown back on the headrest. He watched as she wiped a stray tear from her eye. He climbed inside but didn't say anything and waited for her to speak.
"My Father is a true piece of work." She sniffed. "I'm not surprised he's in the middle of all of this. He's not one to accept an alien in our mists and not investigate to the full extent of his authority."
"I see."
She turned to face him then she took his hand. "If he's involved in this, and I'm sure he is, you have to be careful Clark."
He squeezed her hand. "I'm always careful."
"I mean it Clark."
He smoothed her hair. "Don't worry about me."
"How can you say that, Clark? You're … you're …" She hesitated.
"I'm what?" He prompted his heart pounded as he waited.
Lois was completely enamored of the man. "You're important to me. You must know that."
"Well, actually, I don't know that," he said his heart out there as he waited for it to be trampled on or sent soaring, he wasn't sure.
"Sheesh, what does a girl have to do?" She smiled at him.
Relieved beyond measure, he touched his lips. "You could start here." He smiled.
"Come here," she said and pulled his tie and kissed him.
TBC?!
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A/N: Ok, send me suggestions and prompts. I will leave this open in case my Muse has something to say. Right now, though, I need to get back to Clark Luthor! Thanks for reading everyone. I would so appreciate a thought or two. Let me know what you think. Please and thank you. Reviews would be so awesome.
