CHAPTER 16
Paris, France
Oliver and Chloe are having dinner in a quaint little bistro. The sounds of violins float through the air as they eat. At one point, Chloe looks up from her dinner. "Oliver?" she asks.
"Yes?" putting down his fork to look at her.
"I want to thank you for bring me here. You were right. Getting away from Smallville for a few days was a good idea. You're a really good friend."
"You're welcome Chloe," smiling at her.
She smiles back at him; returning to her dinner.
Oliver can't help but notice the drastic change in her mood. She's smiling, laughing, even glowing. He tries to figure it out. Then it hits him. She had sex! He looks at her a little closer. Yeh, she did alright. But with who? Chloe would never have sex with a stranger. It has to be someone she knows. But who else does she know in Paris besides me? He thinks about it while they're eating. I think I know how I can find out, he thinks. "So Chloe, what did you do today?"
"I did a lot of things. I went to the Louvre and saw the 'Mona Lisa'. Had espresso at an outside café where the waiter gave me a free croissant – and kissed my hand. She thinks for a moment. "Actually, I guess I didn't do as much as I thought."
"Uh huh," he mutters. He tries another tactic. "You haven't seen A.C. at all this afternoon – have you?"
"Nope," she says matter-of-factly.
"What about Victor?"
"No again. I only saw him when we arrived."
"What about Bart?"
She drops her fork. "Uh…no…I haven't seen him," she stammers. "Why are you asking me all these questions Oliver?"
"No reason." But he has his answer. "I should have known it would be Bart. He's had a crush on her since he met her. Just this morning he called her Senoritta."
Why is Oliver staring at me that way? She wonders. I hope he's not thinking what I think he's thinking. I better nip this in the bud.
"Oliver, I think we need to clear the air here."
"O-kay Chloe," he says. "Exactly what are we talking about?"
"I'm talking about the fact that you've been staring at me as if you want to start something between us." She goes on. "It's not that I don't think you're attractive, but…I think we should just stick to being friends – and colleagues."
Oliver is astonished by Chloe's words. Then he starts to laugh. "What's so funny?" she asks in an annoyed tone.
"Oh Chloe, there's some kind of misunderstanding here. I'm not interested in you that way. Don't get me wrong. I think you are very attractive. But you're right. We should remain friends. Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go, but good friends last longer. I know it's a cliché, but it's true."
"Now I'm embarrassed," she says. "But why were you staring at me?"
"Oh that. I just figured out who it was you had sex with this afternoon," saying it in a casual way.
She spits out her coffee. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me. I know you slept with someone this afternoon. You're exhibiting all the signs of someone who had sex. Believe me, I know the signs."
She leans back in her chair. "Well, I guess I can't deny it. I did sleep with someone. That's why I was in bed when you came by." She pauses for a moment. "Wait a minute – you just said that you figured out who it was. Who do you think it was?"
"I thought it was Bart."
She hesitates before speaking. "You must have incredible powers of deductive reasoning. Because you're right. It was Bart. I ran into him on the street – literately ran into him. We got to talking, had a few drinks – and before I knew it, we were in my hotel room and he was taking my clothes off – in two seconds mind you."
"Well…that's a little too much information for me," he remarks, taking a sip of his wine.
"He's pretty fast – but when it comes to sex…well…let's just say that he knows when to slow things down."
"I don't want to hear this," Oliver retorts – putting his hands over his ears.
"Come on Oliver," reaching over to pull his hands off his ears. "You're just being silly."
"You're right," smiling at her. "And I've had my share of women too. But seriously, is it just a one-night stand, or something more than that?"
"Well, I like him, but I don't see a future there. I just got served with annulment papers, so I'm not looking for a relationship right now."
"Does he know that? Because I know he's had a crush on you for a while now."
"We talked about it after you left. Actually we had sex first, then talked about it. I told him that it meant more to me than he'll ever know – and that I hoped we could still be friends." Then she adds, "Oliver, I would really appreciate it if you not tell anyone about this – especially Clark and Lois, okay?"
"I'm used to keeping secrets," he quips – smiling at her. Then he lifts up his wine glass. "Here's to friendship," clinking his glass with hers.
Back in Smallville – Crater Lake
Clark and Lois are sitting on the beach in front of a fire that Clark built using his heat vision. The stars in the sky. The gentle lapping of the water. The soft breeze that caresses their bare skin. They all combine to create a romantic mood.
"Umm," she murmurs; her head on his shoulder; his arm around hers. I could stay like this forever. She lifts her head up to look into his eyes; the soulful blue eyes that causes her heart to skip a beat every time he looks at her. How is it possible that I could love him so much? She wonders for the millionth time.
He gazes back at her; marveling at how beautiful she looks in the moonlight. She would look beautiful even under fluorescent lights, he thinks to himself.
He tilts his head towards her to plant a passionate kiss on her lips. He places his hands on her back and gently lowers her down to the blanket; his lips still on hers. Her legs wrap around his as her hands link around his neck.
"I want you so much," she whispers. "Please take me there again."
"Oh Lois, Yes, Absolutely Yes," he whispers back as his hands move from her back to her stomach; his fingers barely touching her skin. He continues to move his fingers down to her outer thighs. The moan that escapes her lips tells him how much pleasure his touch is bringing her.
He rolls onto his back to that she's on top of him. He sits up – pulling her up with him; straddling his thighs with her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands grip her waist as she puts her hands on his face; deeply kissing him. Her lips make their way to the back of his ear.
"Umm, I love the way you taste," she mutters.
"Lois?"
"Yes?" muttering the words as she continues to nibble on his ear.
"Look at me for a moment."
She looks at him; his gaze fixed on her. "What is it?" looking at him just as intensely.
"You should look at the ground."
She's puzzled by his remark. Look at the ground? That doesn't make any sense. He's giving me the 'just trust me on this' look.
She looks down and her jaw drops in astonishment. She looks at Clark in awe.
"WE'RE FLOATING!"
CHAPTER 17
Lois exclaims – looking down to see that they're at least three feet off the ground. She unwraps her legs from around Clark's waist and lets them dangle; swinging them back and forth. "Talk about the Mile High Club – well, three feet anyway," she quips.
"You've joined that club, Lois?" he asks her curiously.
"I…uh…well..." she stammers.
"Come on Lois, there's no need to be bashful about it."
"Well, what about you Smallville?"
"I haven't yet – but if you want to 'sponsor' my membership…" flirting with her.
"It would be my pleasure to 'initiate' you," moving closer to him as she continues to swing her legs.
"Why are you doing that?" he asks.
"Doing what?"
"Swinging your legs like that?"
"I don't know why. It's just so…cool," with an excited grin on her face.
He smiles back at her. "You look like a kid who just opened her first Christmas present," he remarks.
"Is there anything wrong with that?" she retorts, being on the defensive.
"Absolutely not. It's just that I get…" his voice trailing off.
"I get – what Clark?"
"I get…pausing for a moment, "no kick from champagne," starting to sing,"mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all," he continues, "So tell me why should it be true, that I get a kick out of you?"; his warm breath tickling her neck as he sings to her.
She gazes into his eyes; her eyes watering a little. "That was beautiful Clark. I had no idea you had such a wonderful voice. All this time I've known you and never realized it."
"Call it one of my hidden talents," he remarks, kissing her gently on the lips.
She pulls away for a moment. "You know, next Saturday is Karaoke night at the Talon. We should go."
"There's no way you're gonna get me to sing in public."
"Come on Smallville. It'll be fun."
"I don't think so," he says emphatically. "That was a private performance just for you."
"Fine," shrugging her shoulders. "We'll go somewhere else instead – okay?"
"Okay," he says. He adds, "We could ask Chloe to come along."
"Sure," she says. "I'll call her when she gets back from Paris."
"Speaking of Paris, have you heard from her at all?"
"No I haven't. But I did hear from Oliver. He says she's having a great time."
"I'm happy for her. She's had it pretty rough this year. She deserves to have some fun."
"Speaking of fun…" leaning forward to kiss him behind his ear.
"Umm," he moans as she puts her hands on his chest and slides them down.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispers; making tiny sucking noises as she makes her way down his neck. Then she feels his hands take hold of her waist; lifting her up onto him. "Ahh," she sighs. "You feel so damn good inside me."
He gazes lovingly into her eyes; stroking her face. "I love you Lois Lane," he whispers.
"I love you – Superman."
The next morning (back on the ground)
Clark opens his eyes when he feels the warmth of the sun on his face. He looks down at Lois; her head resting on his chest. Her eyes are still closed. She must be dreaming seeing the smile on her face.
"Lois?" she doesn't wake up. "Lois?" gently prodding her shoulder with his finger.
"Umm," she mutters; finally starting to wake up. "Why did you have to do that?" opening her eyes at last.
"It's morning Lois – which means its Monday morning – which also means that we have to go back to work."
She looks up at him; her hand gently stroking his chest. "Do we have to?"
"We can't escape from reality – as much as we may want to."
"I know," she says wistfully. "It's just that it's been the most amazing weekend of my life – and I don't want it to end."
He looks down at her. "I feel the same way."
They both sit up and gaze at each other for a moment. Then they get up and start looking for their clothes. But they can't find them. "Clark? Where are they?" He looks around for them; even using his enhanced vision.
"I have no idea Lois. They were here last night."
Her eyes pop open as a thought occurs to her. "Do you think that someone found us sleeping here last night and took them as a joke?"
"I don't know – maybe."
She frowns for a moment. "Well we really have to go. I need to get back to my apartment so that I can change into my work clothes."
He nods in agreement. "I guess there's only one thing to do."
"What's that?" she asks.
Without another word, he sweeps her up into his arms and jumps into the air…
Lois's apartment in Metropolis
They touch down on her balcony. He puts her down and follows her back into her apartment. She walks over to the answering machine and presses 'play':
Hey Lo, it's Chloe. I'm having a great time in Paris. But by the time you get this message we'll already be on Oliver's plane back to Metropolis. Something about a meeting at the Planet. I'll see you later. Bye.
The machine beeps. Then another message starts to play.
Ms. Lane, its Tess Mercer. I'm calling to inform you that there's going to be a meeting at 10:00 in the auditorium this morning for all employees. Mr. Queen and I are announcing the new Editor-In-Chief of the Daily Planet. Attendance is mandatory. Make sure that Mr. Kent is there as well. Goodbye.
The machine beeps off. There are no more messages.
"Well, isn't that interesting?" she remarks, turning to look at Clark. "Who do you think it is?"
"I overheard that Michael Pierce was in the running for that position," he says.
"I heard that Robert Jones was up for it," she responds back.
"Well, knowing Tess Mercer, it'll probably be someone like her. But we'll find out soon enough. He glances at the clock. "It's 8:00. I better get back to the farm to do the chores and feed Shelby."
"Don't you think you should get dressed first?" taking another long look at his naked body; licking her lips.
He notices the way she's looking at him. "I know that look Lois. If we had the time, I would have had you already on that counter right now and have my way with you."
"Al-right," a little disappointed.
"But maybe…"
"Maybe what?" walking up to him until her nose is touching his.
"Maybe we could have a long lunch later?"
"I think I could go for that," lightly kissing his lips as her hands go around him and grab his rear end.
He smiles down at her. "I'll see you in a couple hours," slapping her on the behind. Then he goes back to the balcony and takes off.
She watches him fly away; her last glimpse of him being his naked behind. "Wow!" She wraps her arms around herself as she goes back inside; a big smile on her face…
CHAPTER 18
The Kent Farm
Clark super sped through his chores, fed Shelby, and took a shower – in less than one hour. It gives him a chance to put his feet up and relax for a few minutes before leaving for work. He barely sits down before his cell phone rings. He flips it open and smiles when he sees who it is.
"Hey sweetie," he answers with a smile. He listens for a minute. "So the meeting is at 2:00 – not 10:00. Did she give any hint as to who the new editor will be?" he asks. "No, huh? Okay. I'll see you in a few. I love you. Bye," hanging up.
He smiles to himself. She doesn't realize that I was the one who hid the clothes. It's probably driving her crazy as to who could have done it. If she knew it was me, she would say that I'm not the Boy Scout she thought I was. But that's okay. I don't mind. He picks up his keys and goes out the kitchen door; locking the door behind him and speeds off to work.
Lois's apartment in Metropolis
After she hangs up the phone, Lois goes back into her bedroom and looks into her closet. What to wear, what to wear, she mutters to herself. Then she sees something that appeals to her. She pulls out one of her short skirts and a silk blouse. I know he loves to look at my legs. This will drive him crazy, smiling to herself. As she gets dressed, she thinks about what happened at Crater Lake. There couldn't have been anyone else there. I bet Clark hid our clothes on purpose. He definitely has a kinky side. He's not the Boy Scout everyone thinks he is. But I know better. But I like it. She finishes getting dressed and takes one last look in the mirror. She picks up her purse and keys and leaves for work.
Daily Planet
He arrives at the Planet and waits outside for Lois to arrive. Then he sees her walking towards him – wearing a silk blouse and short skirt which emphasizes her long shapely legs. He can't help but think of that Roy Orbison song…
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street, Pretty woman the kind I like to meet, Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth, No one could look as good as you... mercy…
She walks up to him and gives him a kiss before they go into the building. They get into the elevator; pressing the buttons for their respective floors. Clark is about to kiss her when the doors open and a crowd of people get in; pressing Lois back against Clark. He takes the opportunity to place his hands on her waist; whispering in her ear, "I can't wait for our long lunch."
"Umm," she sighs. "I can't wait either," whispering back to him.
The doors finally open and everyone else gets out. As soon as the doors close, Clark starts kissing her on the neck; his hands gripping her waist with her hands covering his. She turns her head to him and they start kissing; softly at first – then becoming more passionate.
Unfortunately for them, they've reached Clark's floor. He reluctantly breaks the kiss, to Lois's disappointment.
"I'll see you later," he mouths to her – discretely blowing her a kiss. She winks at him as the doors close.
Daily Planet: Noon
Lois is on the phone when Clark shows up. "Give me a minute," she mouths to him. He nods okay; sitting down on the edge of her desk. He looks around and sees nobody around. He moves his hand down to her knee; gently caressing it.
Lois finally hangs up and sits there for a minute – not saying a word as his hand continues its gentle touch. She closes her eyes and leans back into her chair. He picks up her hand and starts to kiss her fingers – gently sucking on them.
His simple touches start a tingle in her body. She opens her eyes and gets up suddenly; grabbing his hand. "Let's go for that lunch," pulling him towards the elevator.
They wait for the doors to open. She frantically presses the button. "What's taking it so long?" she mutters; a little annoyed. But it finally opens and they get in.
They start kissing as soon as the doors close. But then the elevator abruptly stops. "What the…?" Clark almost swearing. He presses the emergency button. Someone answers. Clark explains what happened. He's told that they'll probably be stuck for at least an hour. Clark shuts it off and looks over at Lois; giving her a lustful look.
"How about we have that long lunch NOW?"
"I've been hungry for it all day," saying it in a sultry voice.
He smacks his lips in anticipation; pulling her close to him.
She tears open his shirt and takes it off him; placing her lips on one of his nipples and sucking on it. He moans with pleasure; closing his eyes.
He rips open her blouse; exposing her bra. But instead of taking it off, he pulls the straps off her arms completely; lowering the front of her bra until her breasts are revealed.
Then he reaches under her skirt and tugs her panties off; gliding them down against her legs as he pulls them off.
"Ohh," she moans as he lifts her up and sits her down on the edge of the elevator railing; her hands gripping his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his upper back. He places his hands on her breasts; gently squeezing them.
He inserts his head in between her legs and starts to lick and nibble at her core entrance; the wetness increasing with every nibble. "Ahh," she continues to moan. "That feels sooo good."
He inserts his tongue into her and thrusts it inside – over and over again as her body starts to quake; her inner walls throbbing with intensity.
She's almost over the edge when he removes his tongue and inserts his fingers; moving them in and out so fast with his super speed.
She starts screaming out his name as her orgasm hits her with such force that her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out. When she starts to fall, he catches her and lays her down on the floor; patting her cheek gently until her eyes finally open.
"Are you okay?" he asks. She notices the concern in his eyes.
"I'm fine – just fine," she manages to whisper in a slightly shaky voice; her hand reaching up to touch his face. He closes his eyes at her touch.
She pulls him down on top of her and they start to kiss again.
"I need you inside of me Clark," biting her lip and looking up at him with pleading eyes; her hands on both sides of his face.
"I need something from you too Lois," looking down at her with longing in his eyes.
"What do you need?" she whispers to him.
"I need to be inside you too – deep inside you," caressing her face with his fingers.
He could feel her heart beating more rapidly. He lowers his head onto her chest and lays it down; listening to her heart. Her hands move from his face to around his back as his hands rest on her shoulders. He lifts his head to look down at her again. Then he stands up and removes the rest of his clothing and lies back down on top of her. He unzips her skirt and slowly removes it; sliding it off her body. Then he unclasps her bra and completely removes it as well.
He slowly enters her as she gasps with pleasure; filling her up completely. Her legs are wrapped around his back as he starts to penetrate her deeper and deeper. Their bodies move together in harmony; their hands caressing each other's body as they continue to make love. Then their arms and legs grip tightly around each other as they both reach their climaxes.
They lay in each other's arms; completely and absolutely satisfied. Then one of them finally has the voice to speak. "How about we have the same lunch tomorrow?
CHAPTER 19
Daily Planet Elevator
The elevator suddenly starts to move. "Come on Lois," grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. She picks up her clothes and is about to put them on when she feels a sudden burst of air and they disappear from her hands. "What the…?" looking around and not seeing them. She looks at Clark and to her astonishment he's already dressed.
"Look at yourself Lois," he says. She looks down and sees that she's already has her clothes on. She looks at him; a stunned look on her face. "You never cease to amaze me Smallville," smiling at him. Then she says, "Answer me this: If you could dress us so quickly, then why is it that you…?"
"I know what you're getting at Lois," stroking her hair. He whispers in her ear, "Because I like to take my time undressing you when we're about to make love."
She's at a loss for words. So she improvises; laying a gentle kiss on his lips. "I have one more question for you."
"Ask away," he says.
"Where is my underwear?"
Before he could respond, the doors finally open. They're about to step out when they see who's standing there.
"I've been looking for you Ms. Lane for the last hour," says Tess. "Where have you been?"
"We've been stuck in the elevator for an hour Ms. Mercer. We haven't even had lunch yet."
"Well I'm afraid you're going to have to skip it today. I need that story done before the meeting at 2:00."
Lois frowns for a moment. "I'll be right on it." She turns to Clark. "Can you do me a favor and pick up a sandwich for me?"
"Sure – no problem. What do you want?"
"Surprise me," she says, giving him a discreet wink.
He starts walking towards the stairwell. "Aren't you going to use the elevator Mr. Kent?"
He turns around and glares at her. "I'm not going to risk getting stuck again, Ms. Mercer."
Her eyes narrow as he opens the door to the stairwell and closes it behind him. She turns to look at Lois – who has the slightest hint of a grin on her face. "What are you grinning for?" She retorts. Lois just shrugs her shoulders and starts walking towards her desk.
I don't know what's going on with the two of them, but I don't like it, she thinks to herself. She decides to use the elevator. She steps in and presses one of the buttons. She happens to glance down at the floor and sees something in the corner. Is that what I think it is? She's about to take a closer look when she suddenly feels a breeze on her face. She looks down and sees that it's disappeared. I think it's time I paid a visit to the Security Guards office.
Daily Planet Auditorium
"Let's sit in the back," Clark says to Lois as they walk into the Auditorium.
"Alright," following him to a couple of seats in the last row. They sit down and casually look around as the seats start to fill up. They notice Tess Mercer and Oliver standing near the podium. But then they see someone familiar walk in. They both stare for a second.
"Isn't that your Mom?" she asks.
"Yeah," a little confused. "I wonder why she's here. I'm gonna go over there and find out. I'll be right back." He gets up from his chair and makes his way over to her. "Hey Mom," greeting her with a kiss. "What are you doing here?"
"Oliver invited me," she says. "By the way," she adds, "Since Chloe is back, I'll be staying at the farm tonight."
"Have you seen Chloe yet?" he asks her.
"No I haven't – but I did talk to her on the phone. I invited her to dinner tonight. I didn't think you'd mind – since it's my last night here before I have to leave for Washington."
"I don't mind at all. And I'm sure that Lois won't."
"Will everyone take their seats?" hearing Tess's voice on the PA system.
"I'll see you later Mom," leaving to return to his seat.
"So…what did she say?" Lois asks Clark as he sits back down next to her.
"She said that Oliver invited her. She's also staying at the farm tonight."
"So Chloe is coming over for dinner, huh?" she remarks.
He has a startled look on his face. "I was just about to tell you that. How did you know?"
"Chloe called me while you were talking to your Mom."
They watch as Oliver and Tess walk over to the podium; Tess taking the microphone. "Everyone please settle down." Gradually the audience quiets down.
"Thank you," she says. "Now as you all know, we have been without an Editor-in-Chief for close to a month. But I am now very pleased to announce that as of this morning, that is no longer the case. Oliver?" turning to him. He steps up to the podium as Tess steps aside.
"Thank you Tess," he starts to say. "We both feel that our choice for this position is a perfect fit. He has many years of experience as a reporter. He has also won the Pulitzer Prize for his expose on Lionel Luthor. Please give a warm welcome to The Daily Planets new Editor-In-Chief:
"MR. PERRY WHITE."
He enters the auditorium to the sound of applause. Clark is dumbfounded when he sees him walking towards the podium to greet Tess and Oliver.
"I don't believe it!" he exclaims.
Lois looks curiously at Clark. "What don't you believe Clark?"
He turns to Lois. "It's a long story, but…we met a long time ago when he came to Smallville to do a story on the first meteor shower." He adds, "Perry is the one who helped me land the job at the Daily Planet. He put in a good word for me."
"Well – that explains why you got a reporting job with little experience," she remarks.
He frowns at that remark. But he knows she's right. "Normally that kind of remark would bug me. But you're right. When I asked him for a reference, he insisted I write several stories for him first before he would do it."
"I can't wait to meet this guy." She adds, "If it were me, I would have had you do the same thing."
"Really?" he says incredulously.
"Absolutely. Let's face it Clark. When you told me that you were starting work here, I was happy about it – but I also wondered how in the heck you got the job without having any actual work experience. All you had was The Torch. And that was over 4 years ago."
He can't believe that Lois is telling him these things. He frowns again; turning his head away from her and crossing his arms.
"Clark?" she says, but he doesn't answer her. "Clark?" she says again – this time putting her hand on his face. He turns his head back to look at her. "You didn't let me finish, so listen up – okay?"
"Alright," he finally says.
"I also wanted to say…" now speaking in a softer voice, "I thought from the beginning that you had the potential to be a great reporter. Even when I didn't know squat about journalism. You just needed a little push."
Clark doesn't know what to say. But he knows what to do. He leans forward and gently kisses her on the lips. "That was one of the nicest things you've ever said to me. Of course it doesn't beat 'I love you' by a long shot…"
"Just shut up and kiss me again Smallville," she quips.
"Gladly," kissing her again.
"If you two are finished, Mr. White is about to speak?" the guy sitting next to Clark says – clearly annoyed.
They stop kissing and turn their attention back to the podium.
"First of all," he starts to say, "I want to thank Mr. Queen and Ms. Mercer for this incredible opportunity. I have been a reporter all my working life. Being a journalist is what I was meant to be. But there was a time in my life when I didn't believe it. I'm sure that most of you have heard that I used to drink. And I drank a lot. And I almost let the biggest story of my life get away from because of it. But about 5 years ago, I met a young man – wise beyond his years – who made me realize that there was more to life than alcohol. So I sobered up. And I finally wrote that story – which won me the Pulitzer Prize. I will forever be indebted to that man and look forward to working with him"
He continues, "I want to thank you all for your warm welcome. I look forward to many years here at The Daily Planet as your Editor-In-Chief. Thank you so much."
There's applause as he steps away from the podium. Lois turns to Clark and stares at him; her eyes wide open. "He was talking about you – wasn't he?"
He just shrugs his shoulders. "He was. I'm glad that he didn't mention my name."
"Well, I think it was a really nice thing to say Clark. Whatever you did to help him made a difference in his life. That's something you should be proud of."
"I know. But I don't need the praise or acknowledgements. I don't help people for the rewards Lois."
She takes hold of his hand. "I know Clark. But there's nothing wrong with the occasional compliment."
He puts his other hand over hers. "I guess you're right."
"That'll be all everybody," Tess announces. "Back to work." She walks out as people start to get up from their seats to leave. Clark and Lois make their way over to the podium where Oliver, Martha, and Perry are standing.
"Hi Clark," says Perry, taking his hand to shake it. "How are you Mr. White?"
He's about to answer when Oliver asks, "How do you know Clark?"
"Just between us, Clark is the one who encouraged me to stop drinking."
"I should have known that you were talking about Clark."
"Clark, I invited Mr. White to join us for dinner tonight," says Martha.
Before he could answer, Oliver says, "I have to go," turning to Martha. Thank you for the invite, but I have a lot of things to catch up on." He shakes Perry's hand. "We'll talk tomorrow." He says his goodbyes and leaves.
"Smallville?" Lois says to Clark, nudging him.
He looks at her for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry. Where are my manners? Mr. White, I would like you to meet Ms. Lois Lane. She's…"
"A fellow reporter and your girlfriend," finishing Clark's sentence.
"How did you know that she was my girlfriend?"
"Your mother was just telling me about her." He takes Lois's hand and shakes it. "It's very nice to finally meet you. I've read a number of your articles and am very impressed with your writing."
"Thank you Mr. White. I have to say that I thought your expose on Lionel Luthor was right on the mark. It was a great article."
"Thank you Ms. Lane," he says with a smile. He looks at his watch. "I have to get going. I have a meeting in about 10 minutes. "I'll see you all tonight."
"Don't forget – 7:00," says Martha; giving him a smile.
He gives her a wink, then leaves.
Clark and Lois notice this little exchange. "Hey? What was that all about Mom?"
She looks at him all puzzled. "What was what all about Clark?"
"There was definite flirting going on there Mom."
"I wasn't flirting with him Clark," she says incredulously.
"I hate to break it to you Mrs. K, but you were flirting with him," Lois quips.
"I was not. I was just being nice," she retorts.
"If you say so," Clark replies. "Well," he says, "We should get back to work. We'll see you later." They walk away; leaving Martha to stand by herself.
I was so not flirting with him, she tells herself.
Security Guards Office
The guard takes out the tape and labels it; handing it over to Tess. "I'm really not supposed to give this to you."
"I run this newspaper. I'm your boss. And you will find yourself on the unemployment line if you tell anyone I have this tape.
"Yes Ms. Mercer."
"Good," she says; leaving his office with the tape. I'll save this for the right time, smiling to herself.
CHAPTER 20
One Hour Earlier…
"Thanks, I appreciate this," Clark tells him.
"No problem. I wouldn't want you and your girlfriend to get in trouble."
Clark puts the tape in his jacket pocket. "What are you going to do if Ms. Mercer asks for it?" he asks the guard.
"That's easy. I'm going to give her a tape that has nothing but static on it. You're not the first couple to have sex in that elevator."
Clark gets a little red in the face. "Well…I better get going. I promised Lois I would pick up lunch for her." He starts to leave, but turns around and looks at the guard. "I really do appreciate this. Thanks again." He gives him a smile and leaves.
As soon as he closes the door behind him, Clark takes out his cell phone and makes a call. "Lois? Yeah, I got the tape. And your underwear too. I'm gonna get your sandwich now. What did you really want? He listens for a moment. Okay. I'll see you in about 10 minutes. I love you too. Bye." He shuts his phone and puts it back into his pocket. He walks out of the building; a smile on his face.
Kent Farm
Martha is preparing dinner when Chloe walks in. "Hi Mrs. Kent," walking over to Martha and giving her a hug.
"Hi Chloe, how are you doing?"
"Clark told you about the annulment papers – didn't he?"
"He did. I'm sorry. It must have come as quite a shock."
Chloe bites her lip to keep from tearing up. "Yeah. I blame that Doomsday creature for ruining everything. We were fine until 'it' crashed the wedding." She sighs. "It was a blessing in disguise that you couldn't make it Mrs. Kent. You could have been seriously injured – or worse."
"I wanted to come, but I couldn't get out of a legislative session."
There's silence for a minute. Then Chloe says, "Can we talk about something else?"
"Of course," Martha says. "So tell me – how was Paris?"
"Paris was beautiful. Of course we were barely there two days before we had to fly back for that meeting at the Planet so…"
"I'm glad you had a wonderful time Chloe. I've always wanted to go to Paris, but we could never quite afford it."
"Well you should go. You'll love it. But take my advice: if you ever go, go with someone you love."
Martha sighs at that comment. "I doubt that'll happen. Jonathan was the only man I've ever loved. I just don't see myself ever falling in love with anyone else."
"Well then, you're lucky in that you had a great love. I guess Jimmy wasn't mine after all. I sure do know how to pick them. First Clark, then Jimmy. I wonder if I'll ever have one."
Martha puts her arm around Chloe's shoulder. "You're still young Chloe. You have your whole life ahead of you. You'll meet your great love. I believe that you will. Like I told Lois once, sometimes you have to go through the wrong ones so that you could recognize the right one."
"You told Lois that?"
"A long time ago," she replies.
"Thanks Mrs. Kent."
"You're welcome Chloe. And feel free to call me Mom if you want. You and Lois are like the daughters I never had."
"Wouldn't that make me Clark's sister? Because that would just be too weird."
"Very funny Chloe," Martha retorts, but chuckles in spite of herself.
"Am I interrupting something?" Perry White asks, coming in through the kitchen door.
"I don't think so," Martha giving Chloe a wink. "Come on in," extending her hand to him. He takes it, but instead of shaking it, he kisses it.
Chloe is surprised to see that. But she's not the only one. Martha herself is unnerved by the gesture. "Well," she stammers a little. "Come on in and have a seat," slowly pulling her hand away from his. "Would you like …"
"…something to drink is what you were going to say – right?" finishing her thought.
"Actually I was going to ask you if you wanted some water, juice, or soda maybe."
"No thank you. I'm fine. I'll have coffee later after dinner. That's enough for me. He takes a seat on the couch.
Chloe comes into the living room while Martha returns to the kitchen. She sits down in the recliner. "I don't know if you remember me, but we first met when you were doing that story for X-Files."
"I remember Ms. Sullivan. I thought your journalism skills were amazing. Why aren't you writing anymore?"
"I got fired by Lex when he was still alive. And after that, I decided to try something new. So now I'm running the ISIS foundation."
"Well, if you should ever decide to get back into journalism, come see me and maybe we could work something out," smiling at her.
"Thanks for the offer, Mr. White," she says. "It's nice to have options," smiling back. Chloe glances at her watch and sees it's almost 7:00. Clark and Lois should be here any minute," she remarks. "I'm gonna see if Mrs. Kent needs any help. Would you excuse me?"
"Of course," getting up when she does. Then she walks into the kitchen. Perry sits back down and observes Martha in the kitchen. She has such beautiful red hair, he thinks to himself. It would be very tempting to ask her out. But he decides not to. After all, she's going back to Washington tomorrow. And I've done the long-distance thing before and it never works. But maybe someday, smiling to himself.
Clark and Lois are on their way back to the farm. Lois is trying to find some decent music on the radio; finally leaving it on a country station when Clark suddenly pulls over to the side of the road. "What's wrong Clark?" she asks.
"I thought I heard something. "I won't know what it is until I look under the hood." He gets out of the truck and takes off his jacket and tie; rolling up his sleeves.
"You know," Lois starts to say; "Maybe you should take your shirt off too. You don't want to get it dirty," giving him a mischievous grin.
"You only want me to take it off so that you can see me half-naked Lois."
"And that's wrong because?"
He looks at her curiously. "Alright," walking around the truck to her side and pokes his head through the open window; resting his arms on it. "I'll take my shirt off if you take something off too."
She gives him a quizzical look. "Exactly what do you want me to take off Smallville?"
"I was thinking…" whispering into her ear. She looks at him; raising one eyebrow.
Without another word, Lois gets out of the truck and closes the door; facing the truck. She looks over her shoulder at Clark as she reaches under her skirt and slowly pulls down her panties until it reaches her ankles; then kicks them off. She turns around to face him. "Your turn Smallville."
He starts to unbutton his shirt; slowly taking it off. He walks over and tosses it through the open window behind her. He stands in front of her and puts his hands on her blouse and starts to unbutton it. When he reaches the last button, he pulls it off completely and tosses it into the truck like he did his shirt. Then another song starts to play on the radio…
Wanna go the deepest – I don't wanna hurry
He puts his hands on her bare waist and starts to move them downward; reaching her lacy bra. His fingers burrow under the lace and pulls her breasts out; cupping them and stroking her nipples; kissing her deeply.
I wanna take a lifetime to memorize your face
"Umm," she sighs as his fingers continue to tease them. Then he lowers his mouth to one of them and takes as much of it in his mouth as he can. While he's sucking on her breast, his hand makes its way under her skirt and glides up her inner thigh until it reaches her wet entrance. His fingers move into her; pressing into her inner walls. The throbbing within her is intensified by how fast his fingers are moving inside her. She moans again; her back arching back against the truck.
I wanna hold you closer – kiss you longer
He picks her up; opening the door to the truck. He sits down on the seat with her on his lap; closing the door. She slides off his lap and kneels down on the floor in front of him. She unzips his pants and pulls them down. She stares at him. Since when does he go commando? She thinks. But he doesn't say anything. Better for me, she thinks. His hand moves to her waist and lifts her off her knees and back onto his lap; straddling his thighs.
Every feel of your fingers – every curl of your hair – Don't wanna miss a minute – wanna be right in it
He slides over to the driver's seat with her still straddling him; moving the seat back. He gently pushes her against the steering wheel. He places his hands back on her waist and lifts her onto him until he's completely inside her; her hands gripping his shoulders.
Do everything you're doin'- go everywhere you're goin'
She moans; closing her eyes as he starts moving her up and down; deeper and deeper. "Ahh," she moans; throwing her head back. Then his orgasm hits him just as hers is starting; their bodies tensing up.
"Ahh," they both moan as they both reach their final climaxes; finally opening their eyes and looking into each other's eyes.
I wanna know you by heart. I wanna know you that good
He gently cups her face with his hands. "I love you so much," kissing her deeply. "I can't get enough of you."
She almost has tears in her eyes when she says, "I love you even more if that's possible," kissing him back; putting her hands on his face.
They kiss for a while; their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Then Clark happens to glance at the clock on the dashboard. "It's 7:30. We're late!"
Her eyes widen in disbelief until she sees for herself. "SH*T!" she exclaims – sliding off his lap and onto the seat. They quickly get dressed. She's about to put on her panties when she feels a hand on her wrist. She looks up at him. "Leave them off," he says in a firm voice.
He's so sexy when he talks like that. Out loud she says, "Alright," giving in to his request; stashing them in her purse. He reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out his cell phone; calling his mother to tell her that they're having trouble with the truck but should be there shortly. He hangs up and looks at Lois.
"You never did look at the engine Clark," she says in a matter of fact way. He quickly gets out of the truck and lifts up the hood and quickly scans it.
He frowns. "We don't have time for me to fix it. We're just gonna have to run for it." She gets out of the truck and closes the door. He comes over to her and picks her up; super speeding away.
TO BE CONTINUED...