Look at that. It's another chapter! This one by far is the longest. I guess Clark had a lot going on. Anyhoo, I'm working on the next one right now and I'm not sure when I'll update, but I'll try for next week. Until then, enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: If I owned Smallville, lots of things would've been different.

Clark couldn't believe his eyes. Lana Lang was standing before him, clad in nothing but a skimpy red swimsuit. Before, he would have felt very attracted to her and although he still thought she was beautiful, now all he felt was indifference. She was smiling at him and he and he perceived he wasn't doubling over in pain.

He released Lois and took a step towards Lana. "How is it possible?"

Lana looked cautiously over his shoulder at Lois who had a mix of anger and hurt washing her face. Mistaking Lana's gaze, Lois cleared her throat. "I'll leave you to talk. Where's Oliver?"

"He went to the open bar for some beers," Chloe answered, worried about the look on her cousin's face.

Before anyone could speak another word, Lois walked away in search of Oliver. She couldn't believe how close she and Clark had gotten just to have Lana come in and sweep him away again. A part of her, though, knew this was exactly how her life went. Every time she experienced happiness, something tragic usually followed close behind. Normally, she'd just tough it out and move on. But this time, this time was different. This was Clark and she couldn't ignore the ache in her chest. Growling in anger to hide her sorrow, she made it to the bar and spotted Oliver perched on one of the stools drinking a cold Anis del Toro.

She sighed and plopped down on the stool beside him. "Hey, bartender! Lemme get one of these!" She pointed to Oliver's drink and the bartender nodded.

"Hey, Legs," Oliver greeted. "What's with the long face?" he asked, even though he was pretty certain of the answer.

"Lana and Clark are going to get back together," Lois said as the bartender placed the drink in front of her. "He'll just drop me and go running back to her. History has proven that is what's going to happen."

"Oh, come on, Lois. Clark isn't going to run back to Lana. It's different now. He cares about you too much," he said.

"No, nothing is stronger than his love for her. I've been around longer than you have. He's made a life for himself, he's got so much going for him and she's going to drag him down again, turn him back into a lovesick puppy." Lois's voice was strong, seemingly calm. Anyone who didn't know her well, could easily say she was fine. However, Oliver could detect the pain laced in. She took a long pull of her beer. "But, hey, if that's what he wants, I won't hold him back. He deserves to be happy. He was never really happy with Lana, but he thought so, so I won't try to make him stay with me. We'll both end up unhappy."

"Lois," Oliver pulled her out of her daze, placing a hand over her knee. "How do you know that's what's going to happen?"

"Because in my life, in the end, I never get what I want. I lose the happiness I thought I could finally keep. This is just like any other scenario." She looked up at him and he could see the tears building up in her eyes. "This is the other shoe dropping."

"This isn't the same," Oliver said. "You want to fight for him."

"But I won't. For a second, I believed everything he told me when we were in the water. I believed he really wanted no one but me. I guess I've made a fool of myself. Clark's the sweetest guy in the world. Believe me, Ollie, he may care about me more than he ever has, but I'm nothing compared to Lana Lang." Lois took the last few gulps of her beer before slipping off her stool and heading in the direction of the hotel.

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Clark watched as his girlfriend walked away in somewhat of a frantic pace. He wanted to say something, but wasn't sure there were any words to describe what he was feeling. He could feel in his gut that Lois was reeling from seeing his ex-girlfriend. Sighing, he decided to deal with Lois later. Right now, he needed answers from Lana.

Turning back to the brunette in front of him, he smiled. "Okay, so how come I'm not writhing in agony right now?"

Lana chuckled. "I've been working with a doctor in Paris to get rid of the green kryptonite. He managed to help me keep the suit with all the powers without the meteor rock embedded. I've spent the past couple months down here and the islands to help bust some bad guys."

Clark smiled. "That's great, Lana. I'm glad to know you're utilizing your powers for good. Some people I know let it go to their head."

"Believe me, Clark. All I ever wanted was to do good in the world. I never thought this was possible for me, yet here I am," Lana smiled.

"Well, it seems you're doing a great job," he smiled.

"Thanks. Umm, there was a question I've been meaning to ask you, though." Clark waited for her to speak again. "I was wondering if there was any room on your team for me."

He was taken aback by her request and looked at Chloe, who simply smiled. "Uh, yeah, we would love to have you join the team," he looked back at Lana with a genuine smile.

"Thank you," she smiled brightly. A moment passed before her smile faltered slightly and she spoke up again. "So, uh, I couldn't help but notice you and Lois…"

Clark just smiled widely, his eyes lighting up. She had never seen him so happy. "Yeah, it's been a couple months since we've started dating. She's fantastic. She always was, I just never saw anything beyond her being a pain in my ass."

"I wouldn't have imagined the two of you. I mean, yes, I was the first one to point out there was something between the two of you, but to actually see it, it's a complete shock."

Confusion swept over his face. "Are you not happy for me?"

"No, of course I am," Lana quickly retracted. "I told you to move on and I'm glad you finally saw what everyone else has seen for years. I won't lie and say it doesn't hurt that you and I lost our chance to try again, but I'm very happy for you."

A smile graced Clark's face again. "So, we're okay? There's no, uh, no lingering feelings or anything?"

Lana smiled softly. "No. I'll always love you, Clark. Nothing can change that, but I'm glad that we can be friends now."

"I'll always love you, too," he smiled and pulled her into a hug, but quickly pulled away. "Oh, sorry. Now you're all wet."

Lana chuckled. "That's okay. I'm actually gonna go for a swim now."

Before she could get away, Chloe piped up, "Hey, we're all going to the club later. You should join us."

"Really? I don't want to intrude," Lana replied.

"It's not intruding if you're invited," Chloe smiled.

"Alright. I'll meet up with you guys around nine tonight. I know this really cool place," Lana said, before running off into the direction of the ocean.

Chloe and Clark looked at each other and breathed a sigh of alleviation. "You have no idea what a relief it is to not worry about her. And we just recruited another to our team," Clark smiled. "I always wondered how she was doing and now, it's like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders."

"Clark, you haven't been blaming yourself for what happened to Lana, have you?" Chloe asked in disbelief.

He grimaced. "Well, it sort of was my fault she had to leave Smallville and all her friends. If I wasn't weakened by green kryptonite, she could've stuck around."

"And where would you be now?" Oliver asked, walking up to them. "You would have still been with her, wouldn't you?"

"Oliver, what's the matter?" Chloe asked, concerned by the look on his face.

"Would you have stayed with her?" Oliver asked, ignoring Chloe's question.

Clark looked at him with confusion. "I don't know what could've happened."

"That's not a no, Clark," Oliver said.

"Oliver!" Chloe pulled on his arm, making him face her. "What's going on?"

"Lois ran off because she thought Clark and Lana were getting back together," he told her. "She said she'd step back and let you be happy, even though she really wants to fight."

Oh, no, Lois, Clark thought regretfully. "No, Lana and I aren't getting back together. We're just friends. I've explained to her that I'm perfectly happy with Lois and she's okay with that. I just want Lois."

Oliver's anger let up and he relaxed. "Well, you better do something fast before Lois hauls ass."

Clark knew he was right. If there was one thing Lois was good at besides being a reporter, it was running from her feelings. If he didn't act soon, she'd be gone, maybe forever. With a nod, he raced for the hotel, at human speed, but still quick enough to find her still in the shower. For once, he appreciated her marathon showers. Zeroing in with his super hearing, he could hear her ranting to herself. He could also hear sniffles between words and realized she was crying. Clark hung his head and sighed heavily. He hated knowing he was the one to hurt her. He had to think fast; to make everything right. He stood in complete concentration, so focused on fixing his relationship with Lois that he didn't hear the shower turn off or her leaving the bathroom.

"Clark?" she said, surprised to see him standing there.

He looked up and quickly registered that she was clad in only a towel. It took every muscle to keep his eyes on her face, away from the tiny red towel that exposed her long, smooth legs. He just wanted to reach out and run his hands along her silky skin. There were faint tan lines he could see peeking out from her chest running to her neck. For some reason, he found that incredibly sexy. Shaking his head, he tried to rid himself of those thoughts and refocus on making her stay. "Uh, Lois, what are you doing up here? I thought we were going to spend the day at the beach."

Anger flashed in her eyes for a moment, but then quickly faded away. "I figured I'd just stay here. You know, I don't want to get too much sun. But what about you, Clark? You shouldn't be with me, you should be with Lana." She meant for that to mean he should be at the beach with his childhood sweetheart, but her heart cringed at the way her words came out.

"Why would you say that?" he asked, taking a step toward her.

She took a step back. "Because that's where you want to be."

"Who said that's where I wanna be?" he asked, taking another step.

"You did. I mean, you didn't say it say it…but I know you want to. You always want to," she stuttered, continuing to back up until her back was pressed against a wall.

Clark knew Lois loved when he took charge and judging by the way her heart was beating erratically, he took the hint and kept advancing on her. "I always want to what?" he asked huskily.

"You…you always want to…" She couldn't get the words out as he stood in front of her, still in his swim trunks, hair still damp from being in the water, and his dark eyes. She clutched the ends of her towel so tightly her knuckles began to turn white.

Clark placed his hands on either side of her head against the wall and leaned forward. His eyes lingered on hers for a moment before traveling down to her lips. Lois's breathing began to quicken as he leaned closer, but she quickly regained her composure and slipped out from between him and the wall.

"Look, Clark. You shouldn't be doing this. I'm sure Lana is waiting for you. Don't keep her waiting," she said, keeping her back turned to him.

"Lois, what happened? Why are you acting like this? Like I don't want you?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious? You don't want me, you want her. It's always been that way. I don't want to get in the way of your happiness. Don't stay with me just because you feel obligated to. Just go to her. I'm fine with it," she said, tears burning her eyes.

Clark shook his head and turned her around to face him. She struggled to get away from him, but he held her tight to him. "Lois, listen to me. Lana and I are over. We have been for a long time, believe me. I don't want her. I want you, just you. You make me happier than I ever have been before and I know you don't want me to leave. I can see it on your face. You want me to stay with you. Why are you trying to push me away?"

"I just don't want you to end up regretting that you stayed with me when what you really wanted was Lana. She's always been the one you ran after. I don't believe you'd just drop her and come after me. I'm not that special," she replied, looking him in eyes, not deterred by her own feelings.

"I hate when you say that. You are special. You're extremely special to me," he said, raising a hand to her cheek. "I never wanted to be alone. That's why I chased after Lana for so long. I did love her, but that love is over. Lois, I could never resent you. I chose to be with you because I care about you, because I want you."

She shook her head, still doubting his feelings. "Clark-"

"No, Lois," he said sternly. He grasped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "I don't want anyone but you. I. Just. Want. You." To make sure it got through her thick skull, he pulled her into a passionate kiss. His hands ran through her wet hair, holding her in place. He felt her resist for a moment before moving her lips against his. Taking it as a good sign, he pushed her back against a wall, pressing his body into hers. Clark lifted her higher against the wall, wrapping her leg around his. A moan escaped her lips. He grabbed her left hand and pinned it against the wall, intertwining their fingers as his tongue parted her lips. Lois swirled her tongue around his, battling for dominance. His left hand gripped her hip, feeling as the towel rode up her thigh.

Clark groaned into her mouth as he felt her push against his bare chest. He reluctantly broke away from the kiss and looked at her through half-lidded eyes. There was a faint blush on her cheeks, her hair was in disarray, and her lips were swollen from the aggressive kiss. She was smiling seductively at him. Pressing her hands to his chest, Lois pushed him all the way back towards the bed. The back of his knees hit the edge and he fell onto his back, gazing up at his girlfriend as she climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, not caring that her towel was beginning to slip off her body. Clark's hands slid up her thighs, squeezing lightly. Lois bit her lip before leaning down to kiss him ardently. She ran her hands up his arms to his head, her fingers threading through his hair. The towel parted and Clark could feel Lois's skin rub against his.

"Lois," he groaned loudly.

She simply grinned and rolled her hips against him, feeling him harden underneath her. Clark sat up, holding her close to his chest as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck, nibbling on his lips.

"Lois…" he mumbled. He pulled back and she latched her lips onto his neck. He could feel her soft breasts against his chest, the towel pooling around her hips. "Lo…is this what you really want?"

"Mmm, you don't know how long I've wanted this," she muttered, her teeth nipping at his earlobe.

He groaned again, his hands flat against her back. "But we agreed to take it slow. I don't want you to do this unless you really want to."

Lois placed kisses along his jaw as she moved toward his lips. She kissed him passionately before pulling away. "I know, but I've been rethinking the whole 'taking it slow' thing. Maybe, it's about time we…you know." She finished her sentence with a rock of her hips.

Clark's jaw clenched, finding it hard to resist taking her right then and there. However, he didn't want to spook her by rushing them. Before he could say another word, there was a knock on the door.

The couple looked at each other, annoyed by the interruption. Clark sighed and pulled the towel up around her, concealing her from his eyes. "I think…we should stick to our slow pace. I just don't want to scare you away."

He didn't give her a chance to respond before he got up to answer the door. Lois quickly stood up and fixed the towel around her body before calling out to him. "Smallville, you can't exactly answer the door with that sticking out." She pointed at his tented swim trunks and watched as a deep crimson crept into his cheeks. "I got it."

Lois went to the door and opened it revealing Chloe and Oliver. "Uh, Lois. Sporting a new look?"

"Very funny, Ollie," she narrowed her eyes at him. "I just came from the shower."

"Ooh, did Clark join you?" he taunted.

"You know, you're such a perv," Lois retorted, but had a smile on her face. She let them into the room and Clark emerged from the bathroom. Lois glanced down at his crotch and saw he took care of his problem.

"You guys, it's still early. We could head back to the beach," Chloe suggested.

"But I already took a shower. I don't wanna have to take another one later," Lois replied.

"Don't worry. I'm sure Clark will let you join him," Oliver smirked.

"Again with the perviness," Lois rolled her eyes.

"Well, what should we do? We don't need to start getting ready until about seven," Chloe said.

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Lois suddenly spoke up. "Ooh, I know. I was going through the channels this morning and they have that Zumba program running. Let's do that. It looks like fun."

"I don't really dance," Clark said nervously.

"Yeah, and I don't know how to shake it," Oliver chimed in.

"Oh, come on," Lois smiled, walking over to her suitcase. "We'll all look ridiculous. That's half the fun."

"What's the other half? Dying of embarrassment?" Clark mumbled.

"No, the other half is getting a decent workout. I may be on vacation, but this body doesn't just happen," Lois said, pulling out a pair of shorts and a tank top to change into. She caught Clark looking at her up and down. She smirked and headed to the bathroom. "I'll be right back. Chlo, find the channel."

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The hours passed away in the day and night had fallen over the city. Cancun was in an uproar of lights once again. It was getting close to nine and the quad was busy getting ready for their night of clubbing. After hours of Zumba, they were surprised they could still stand steadily. Lois had to use her charm to get Clark to dance, and after some persuasion, he got into it. It turned out he was a very good dancer. Oliver was up and dancing before the two girls were and had everyone rolling on the floor in laughter at his ridiculous moves. They all knew he was only trying to get a laugh as he was really a good dancer.

Around seven thirty, Chloe and Oliver headed back to their room to get ready, leaving the other two to do the same. Lois had kicked Clark out of bathroom while she got ready, which he didn't protest much to since he had finished up already. At a quarter to nine, there was knock at the door.

"Clark!" Lois called from the bathroom.

"Got it!" he shouted back as he made his way to the door. He opened it to see his friends standing on the other side. "Hey, guys. Lois is still in the bathroom getting ready."

"Well, I'm still getting ready, too. But Oliver rushed me out of the hotel room," Chloe said as they walked into the room. "I'm gonna go finish up with Lois." She made her way to the bathroom, leaving the men to stand in the living room area.

"Who knows how long they'll be in there," Oliver joked.

"Knowing Lois, we'll probably be standing here all night," Clark chuckled.

"Chloe's no better," Oliver shook his head.

About ten minutes later, the girls walk out of the bathroom and joined the men in the living room. Oliver was sporting a dark gray dress shirt tucked into black slacks with the cuffs undone and his hair was in its usual spiked up look. Chloe looked absolutely stunning in a yellow dress that came down to mid-thigh, wrapping tightly around her hips with thick strips of fabric criss-crossing in the front of her chest, coming up around her neck in a halter form, showing off her bare back and an enticing amount of cleavage. Her hair was left in its natural wavy locks, clipped up in the back of her head, with her bangs swept to the right. Silver earrings dangled from her ears. Her smoky eye look and glossy lips made her appear all the more sexier and her feet were accented with silver strappy stilettos. Clark looked incredible in his all black getup, from his dress pants to the dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was tousled just enough to look sophisticated with messy locks jutting out here and there. Lois looked amazing in her deep blue dress that stopped just above mid-thigh, clinging nicely to her curves. The neckline plunged all the way to just before her naval with a diamond encrusted chain linked between her breasts, keeping the fabric in place. Her back was on display as the top was held up by a tie around her neck. She wore black single-strapped pumps and her usual curly hair was flattened down into subtle waves, falling down to her lower back. From her ears hung silver hoops. Her bangs were swept to the left side, framing her face, which was made up with a dark shade of gray eye shadow and clear lip gloss.

"Wow, you guys look great," Oliver smiled, carefully eyeing up Chloe.

"Thanks. You guys don't look so bad yourselves," Chloe smiled, moving over to stand by her boyfriend.

They shared a some kisses and sweet nothings while the other two stood frozen, locked in each other's gazes. Clark couldn't believe how beautiful Lois looked. He'd seen her dressed up before, but now it was like seeing her for the first time. She took his breath away. Lois's eyes raked over Clark's body, too stunned by his gorgeousness to speak. Maybe it was the sexual tension, but never before had she thought he looked so good than this current moment.

"Uh, you, umm, you look great…beautiful," Clark finally managed to get out, moving his back up to hers.

Lois blushed slightly, smiling widely. "You look good, too."

Clark suddenly found feeling in his legs and closed the short distance between them, placing his hands delicately on her waist. "I mean it. You look amazing," he whispered in her ear. Her hands moved up to his shoulders. She turned her head and brushed her lips against his softly. Before she could get too far, he captured her lips in a slow kiss, pulling her closer by her waist.

"Ahem! You two gonna stand there all day or are we gonna get a move on?" Chloe interrupted playfully.

Clark and Lois separated in embarrassment, but he grabbed her hand to keep her close. "We're ready, we're ready. Keep your panties on," Lois smiled.

"With my help, she won't be able to," Oliver smirked.

Chloe hit him playfully in the chest. "I swear, sex is all you think about."

"Only with you, babe. Only with you," he smiled down at her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Hey! I thought we were leaving," Lois said.

"Right," Chloe said, looking over at her cousin. "We just have to wait for Lana. She said she'd be here at nine."

"Lana? She's coming?" Lois asked, surprised.

"Yeah, I invited her when we were at the beach," Chloe said. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, no, it's fine," Lois waved her off. "The more the merrier, right?"

"Okay, then. Let's head down to the lobby and wait for her. She should be here any minute, anyway," Oliver said, consulting his watch.

Chloe grabbed her silver clutch and followed Oliver out of the room. Lois went into the bedroom to retrieve her black clutch. She turned to leave when she found Clark blocking the doorway.

"You sure you're okay with Lana tagging along?" he asked.

She put on a fake smile. "Of course! Would it matter if I minded? She's your friend and Chloe's and if she wanted to come, I'm okay with it."

Clark looked at her, not buying the façade. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Lois, I know you still feel weird about her. Just remember, I'm yours."

She pursed her lips in thought and Clark took the opportunity to kiss her. She smiled. "Okay. Let's go." She gave his shoulder a playful punch and ushered him to the door.

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When they met up with Lana, Lois felt a surge of jealousy when she caught sight of the petite brunette in a tight white dress, hugging her curves beautifully. The dress was a little higher than mid thigh and came low in the front, giving an eyeful of cleavage. Her back was almost completely bare with the exception of a thick strip of fabric spanning from one side below her shoulder blade to the other. She wore silver heels and her hair was curled around her shoulders. She looked like she had stepped out of a magazine and Lois felt like she just got run over by a truck. Lana showed up with a good looking date, which eased Lois's mind just a little, but not enough to get rid of her insecurities.

The four followed Lana and her date into the club and were immediately impressed by what they saw. The place was huge, giving way for the numerous people inside. The lights were down low in shades of blue, purple, and red, much like the neon sign outside flashing Club de Kriptonita, and from the speakers blasted good dance music.

"There's a bar down at the far left and the dance floor is straight ahead!" Lana talked over the loud music, holding onto her date, Adam's hand.

"I'm heading to the bar first to get a drink!" Lois said, moving in the direction of the bar. Clark was right behind her, holding her hand, as the Chloe and Oliver followed suit along with Lana and Adam.

The six got seated at the bar and ordered some drinks. Chloe began chatting with Lana and Adam while Clark, Lois, and Oliver conversed on their own. A new song reverberated through the club.

"Ooh, I love this song!" Lois squealed. "Clark, come on. Let's dance!" She set her crantini down on the bar and tugged on his arm.

"Uh, no, Lois. You know I'm not a very good dancer," he shook his head nervously.

"Smallville, it's dark in here. No one will see you. Please?" She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at him.

He made the mistake of looking into her eyes and almost gave in. However, before he could answer her, Oliver spoke up. "I'll dance with you."

"Great!" she beamed and hooked her hand into the crook of his elbow, pulling him onto the dance floor. Clark watched as his girlfriend and his best friend began dancing, a little too closely for his liking. But that was just his possessive side nudging at his conscience. He knew there were no lingering romantic feelings between Oliver and Lois anymore, but he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy in the pit of his stomach at the sight of Oliver with his arms around Lois's waist and her hands wrapped around his neck. They were gyrating to the music, huge smiles gracing their faces, and that just upset him even more. Oliver leaned in close and whispered something in her ear. Lois glanced at her boyfriend quickly, then threw her head back in laughter before moving to whisper something in reply. Clark's jaw clenched and he turned his attention toward Chloe, who was still conversing with Lana. Adam left the girls to talk amongst themselves and took a seat next to Clark.

"A guy can take only so much of girl talk, am I right?" Adam spoke in a mild accent and chuckled softly.

"Yeah, I guess so," Clark smiled forcefully.

Adam let his eyes rove over the dance floor and he spotted Oliver and Lois dancing. "That's your girl, right? Why aren't you dancing with her?"

Clark looked toward Lois, who was currently grinding her ass against Oliver. He sighed. "I'm not very comfortable dancing."

"Man, I would endure anything just to dance with my girl like that," he said, nodding toward the dance floor.

Clark was about to reply when the club's strobe lights flickered even faster than they did before and glitter began to rain down from the ceiling. The blue and purple lights were almost blinding as the red sparkles fell to the floor. Clark inhaled deeply, beginning to sigh when his eyes flashed a brilliant red. Soon, they returned to normal and he immediately felt relaxed. He leaned back against the bar, watching Lois intently, and downed his beer before finishing Lois's drink. Lois ran her hands over Oliver's shoulders and Clark decided he had enough.

He stood up from his seat and stalked onto the dance floor. When he reached the couple, he pulled Lois away from Oliver. "If you don't mind, I want to dance with my girlfriend," he said, an edge in his voice.

Oliver was a bit taken aback by his attitude, but stepped back. "Alright. No need to get all hostile."

"Yeah, seriously, Smallville," Lois said, somewhat annoyed by her boyfriend's tone.

"Excuse me if I don't enjoy watching you two humping on the dance floor. I thought you were my friend, Oliver Queen," Clark glared at the blonde.

Oliver was confused for a moment, but then realization hit him. Clark only acted this way if… "You know what? I get it. I'll just go back to the bar," Oliver said, raising his hands in surrender.

"No, Oliver. Don't leave," Lois said, halting him before turning to Clark. "I don't know what's going on with you, but I don't appreciate this whole caveman act, okay? So, you better drop it right now and apologize."

"I'm not apologizing to anyone, least of all a guy trying to steal my woman," Clark responded harshly, pulling Lois by her arm. "What would Chloe think, huh?"

"We were just dancing, Clark! We're friends, we can do that!" Lois replied indignantly.

"Bet you wouldn't be saying that if you saw me dancing with Lana like that, would you?" Clark leaned forward so his nose barely touched hers. "You know you would be jealous."

Lois became furious and pushed at his chest, yanking her arm out of his grip to no avail. "Clark, let go of me."

"Come on, baby. Don't be like that," he smiled and pulled her flush against him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her locked in his embrace.

"Don't call me baby…" Lois began, but Oliver began sneaking away to the bar. He pulled Chloe away once he reached her. "I think Clark is infected with red K," he said.

"What? Why would you think that?" Chloe asked.

"While Lois and I were dancing, he was sitting at the bar just fine. But then, something happened and he just marched over to us and started talking about how I was trying to hook up with Lois. He was being crass like he is when he's infected. Lois began yelling at him and he got all smug and cocky."

"Oh, that definitely sounds like red K," Chloe said. "But how?"

"I don't know, but right now he has Lois," Oliver said.

"She'll be fine. Clark would never hurt Lois, not even on red K. Come on, we need to fix this." She grabbed his hand and headed back to Lana and Adam.

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"Don't call me baby. Being sexy won't excuse your rude behavior," she berated him.

Clark wouldn't let Lois go. He held her close, ignoring her statement, and began dancing to the music. Lois continued to push against him, trying to free herself from his grasp. She almost lost her resistance when he started placing sweet kisses along her neck. No matter how angry she was at him, he always new an effective way to make her melt.

"Clark," she said sternly. She pushed against him again. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he said softly against her ear. "Can't I just dance with my girl?"

"You didn't want to dance earlier, but as soon as Ollie offered, it's a problem," she retorted.

"He shouldn't have been all over you like that. You're mine," he growled, softly biting her neck.

Despite herself, Lois moaned. She felt his hands move down her back and cup her ass, roughly pulling her even closer. "I never took you for the possessive type. Besides, it was just a dance. It's not like I was trying to do anything with him."

"Coulda fooled me," Clark huffed against her ear. "I don't like anyone else touching you."

"I am not a possession, Smallville," she said breathlessly against his neck.

"God, baby. You're so feisty," he smiled devilishly. "It's such a turn on." His mouth found hers and he kissed her fiercely, his tongue sweeping across her lips.

She wasted no time opening her mouth to let his tongue in, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She moaned as their tongues battled in her mouth. One of Clark's hands left her backside to trail up her side, his thumb caressing the side of her right breast. Lois could feel her body growing hotter as his arousal pressed against her lower belly.

'Wait, this isn't right,' Lois thought to herself as Clark devoured her mouth. 'He never acts like this in public.' She pulled away from his demanding lips, the few inches Clark would allow before he was kissing her again. "Wait…wait, wait…Clark." She pulled her lips away breathlessly. "Are you feeling okay? This isn't usually like you."

Clark gave a feral grin. "I'm feeling great. It's just because I'm with you, and baby, I wanna do so many things to you right now." With that, he kissed her passionately again. His hands were back on her ass again and she could feel him begin to pull her dress up.

An alarm sounded in her mind and she abruptly grabbed his hands, moving from his embrace. "Clark, are you out of your mind? We are in public!"

Clark licked his lips and looked her body over. "You want privacy? Alright then."

He grasped her hand and began pulling her to the back of the club. He found the hall that led to the storage room and the restrooms. Clark quickly pulled her down the hall and into the storage room, locking it behind them. He pushed her up against the door, pressing his body into hers, laying his hands flat against the door on either side of her head, and kissed her fervently. Lois moaned at his roughness and gripped the collar of his shirt in her hands, pulling him closer. Their tongues swirled passionately in her mouth as Clark thrust his pelvis into hers. She moaned at the feel of his hardened member. Her mind was quickly clouding over with lust. She wanted this, more than anything, but not in some dusty storage room. She wanted their first time to be special. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that Clark was not sound of mind. He was more…careless than usual. However, it was a major turn on to see him so unreserved.

"Clark, baby," she mumbled against his lips. "Don't you think…mmm, we should go back…to the hotel?"

He pulled her so close, Lois was surprised they still had clothes on. "What's wrong with here?"

"Nothing," she replied quickly. "It's just, I want this to be special…I want you to make me feel special." She averted her eyes, in fear of looking weak.

Clark simply smiled. He lifted her face and kissed her. "You are special, but I want you now."

Lois couldn't believe the amount of desire burning in his eyes, knowing it was all only for her. "I want you, too, but let's go back to the hotel. It'll be even better if, you know…we're on a bed as opposed to against this door."

He sighed, almost like he was frustrated with her, but then smiled wickedly. "I'm going to rock your world so hard, you won't even be able to stand." Lois was shocked at his statement, not believing she would ever hear something as such from Clark Kent. Before she could respond, he scooped her up in his arms and sped out of the club.

They arrived at the hotel in a matter of seconds and Clark was pushing her through their room, kissing her hungrily and pulling his shirt from out of his pants. Lois was speechless. She pushed roughly at his shoulders. "Whoa, wait a freaking minute," she said indignantly, holding a hand up to him. "How the hell did we get here?"

"I sped us here," he said, taking a step toward her.

Lois took a step back, keeping her hand up. "Sped us? How…that doesn't…how could you…?" She was so confused, she couldn't even form a sentence. She stared intently at him, not knowing what else to do. But then, she took a good look at him in his all black attire. Suddenly, it hit her. Her eyes grew wide in realization. "It's you. You're the Blur."

Clark simply nodded and took a step toward her again. When Lois backed up, he rolled his eyes. "Come on, Lois. Don't tell me you're afraid of me."

"I'm not. I'm just so confused as to why you never told me," she replied.

"I didn't want you getting hurt because of it. Everyone who knows my secret always ends up leaving me. I was not about to let that happen to you." He meant for it to come out sincerely, but he couldn't help but get angry.

"Clark, that would never happen," Lois said, lowering her hand to her side.

He just snorted and turned his back to her. "You don't know that! If you know my secret, you're in danger. You have to put up with burdens that I give you! I don't want you leaving me because of all that shit!"

"Smallville, believe me," she said, moving closer to him. "I wouldn't leave you."

"Don't feed me that shit, Lois! You already left me twice! You left me after Jimmy died, you left me after I kissed you. You always leave me. We've been doing so well and now that you know my secret, who's to say you won't leave me?"

"I do! Look, I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Knowing you're the Blur changes everything, yes, but not in a bad way," she tried to convince him.

"Why is that? Because you're in love with the Blur?" Clark retorted jealously. "That's the only reason you'll stay with me, huh?"

"Are you high?" she shouted at him, obviously hurt by his comment. "If that was the case, why was I with you all this time? I didn't know you were the Blur, but I still loved you. What the hell do you call that?"

"You love me?" Clark asked.

"Didn't I just say that?" she yelled at him.

"You love me," he smiled widely. He closed the distance between them, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into a sloppy kiss. "I love you, too, Lois. I love every inch of you."

Lois kissed him back, despite her anger. "Clark, I would never leave you, not intentionally anyway. You're mine just like I'm yours," she said, gently caressing his cheek with her fingers.

Clark didn't say anything. He just kissed her again. His hands traveled down to the back of her thighs and lifted her up effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her into the bedroom. He plopped her on the bed and her body bounced once, causing Clark to smirk. He grabbed her feet, pulling her heels off before climbing over her body.

"Wait, Clark. We have to talk," Lois said, resting her hands on his shoulders.

"No talking. I want you," he said roughly, kissing down her neck.

Lois moaned involuntarily when his lips met the sensitive skin below her ear. "Mmm, Smallville…" Her eyes closed in ecstasy. Clark began to lick a trail down to the valley between her breasts.

He met resistance when his tongue touched the cold metal of the clasp holding the dress together between her breasts. Before he could rip it off, there was a knock at the door.

"Ignore it," Clark growled, licking her skin thoroughly.

All Lois could do was moan her agreement, her fingers lacing through his hair. The knocking, however, continued. Lois made a move to push him off of her, but Clark grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, kissing her roughly on the lips. "I said ignore it," he snarled before kissing her again.

The knocking had stopped and the couple was too caught up in each other to realize anything from the outside world. But without warning, Clark groaned in pain and doubled over onto the floor.

"Clark," Lois said worriedly as she knelt down next to him. She looked up to see Lana standing in the doorway holding a green rock. "What the hell are you doing?" Lois shouted at her.

"It's the only way," Lana said calmly.

Lois ignored her and looked back at Clark, who was writhing in agony. "Lana, stop," he gasped.

Lana hesitated for a moment before encasing the rock back into a black box. Clark took deep breaths, his body starting to calm down.

"Smallville?" Lois caressed his cheek gently.

He smiled and lifted a hand to her face, brushing her hair back. "We have a lot to talk about," he said breathlessly.

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