CHAPTER 6
Back to that day in the future
Sorry for the delay, but Clark was also in the mood for some evening delight. You'd think a man his age would have a lowered libido by now, but Clark is no ordinary man. I don't even know for sure how old he is and neither does Clark. Now you're probably wondering what I mean by that. Well I'll just come right out and tell you.
Clark is an alien.
You're probably thinking that I'm making this whole thing up but I'm not. Clark was actually born on a planet called Krypton. His biological parents sent him to Earth before the planet blew up. Do you remember the meteor shower of 1945 that hit Smallville, KS? Well, that's where his adoptive parents found his spaceship in a large crater after their truck overturned when the meteors hit.
I didn't know about his unique heritage when we first met. It wasn't until a while later that he finally told me the truth, but that's a story for another day.
So where was I? Oh yeah. I was telling you the story of when Clark and I first met.
I didn't know what I was in for when I agreed to be Clark's dance partner. Why did I let Chloe talk me into it anyway? I'll tell you why. Because a Lane doesn't back down from a challenge, that's why. I became determined to do my very best. As Chloe pointed out to me when Clark wasn't around, it would also give me the chance to spend some 'quality' time with him.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
Mood music: Wipeout – The Surfaris
He started out with the basic steps. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four. I could hear those words of his echoing in my head at night. I kept stepping on his feet but he was surprisingly patient with me at first. After a while though, I could sense that he was getting just a little bit impatient with me. I could hear the exasperation in his voice as he kept showing me the steps over and over again. I kept wondering why I wasn't getting the hang of it, but then I realized why.
It was because of Clark
There was just something about him that made me weak in the knees. Sometimes he would gaze at me and I would feel my pulse race. It also happened whenever he held my hands as we danced. Damn, that man was sexy. Still sexy I should say. He still makes me feel that way. I never told him all this but somehow I get the feeling that he knew all along and secretly enjoyed me getting all flustered and nervous like a school girl.
He would tell me as we practiced that the steps weren't enough and that I needed to feel the music. I must confess that it didn't make sense at first, but then I finally understood what he meant.
Whenever we weren't practicing, I would head over to the bridge. I would go back and forth; sometimes kicking the railing and stomping my feet in frustration when I lost track of what I was doing. I also on occasion climbed the stairs up and down. I still occasionally stumbled over my feet, but I slowly mastered the steps. I would twirl around and swivel my hips and do these little kicks. One time I was really getting into it and I struck a pose against the railing.
Mood music: Hungry Eyes (Clois) - Eric Carmen
One day he started to teach me another dance that wasn't the mambo. He said it was a feeling, a heartbeat, then he started to lightly tap his chest. I guess I did it a little too hard because then he took my hand and placed it on his chest. I closed my eyes as he laid his hand on mine and started to do the taping again. Before I realized it, we had started to dance while he continued the tapping.
I didn't want the moment to end.
The next day I went to the dance studio for one of our practice sessions. Since Chloe was still resting her ankle, Leanne filled in for a little bit before she had to report for work. She was and still is one of my best friends and a really great dancer. Sometimes Clark and I meet up with her and her husband Patrick and we go out dancing.
Anyway, I had a bad habit of not looking up at Clark as we danced. He kept telling me to keep my head up and to lock my frame over and over again. He told me I had spaghetti arms. Could you believe that? I knew we should take this seriously, but why couldn't we have a little fun at the same time? And don't even get me started about the "This is my dance space. This is your dance space" stuff. *rolls eyes* Leanne would come up behind me and help me get into the right position, then would dance behind me as Clark and I moved around. After she did that a few times, I was able to hold my own.
The next night I had to sneak out because Clark wanted to get in an extra practice session. It wasn't easy because on my way out, I ran into Richard White. Ever since that one dance we shared when we arrived, he's been trying to get me to go out with him. I tried to put it as delicately as I could, but he just wouldn't get the hint. I finally had to put it bluntly that I wasn't interested. His uncle wasn't too thrilled when he found out, but that's his problem.
I already knew who I was interested in.
I finally arrived at the cabin where we were going to practice and Clark was standing there waiting for me and pointing to his watch. I explained to him why I was late and he understood, then he told me that we were going to be practicing turns.
It was about time.
I kept knocking my forehead against his as he turned me around. It was very frustrating because he kept telling me to focus my eyes on him. It wasn't easy to do that because I could easily get lost just staring into them. Sometimes they looked as blue as the sea, but other times they would look as green as leaves. Then sometimes they would look like a combination of the two.
Yeah, I could get lost in them all right.
I thought that after a couple hours I was finally starting to get the hang of it, but that's when he did something I wasn't prepared for.
He took off his shirt.
Why did he have to do that? Did he not have any idea just how seeing his bare chest affects me? It was bad enough that I've been having sex dreams about the night that we met – except in my dreams he walked up to me still naked and wet and…
I'm sure you'd rather hear about my story than about my hot sex dreams about Clark.
I wondered if he did it on purpose because I would catch a hint of a smile on his face as he tossed the shirt to the side. He knew what he was doing all right, so I decided to up the ante.
I said I was feeling hot so I decided to take off the shirt I had on.
He looked at me curiously as I slowly unbuttoned the shirt. His eyes widened with surprise as I removed it and revealed the short crop top I was wearing underneath. He couldn't stop gazing at my taut stomach. I saw him take a nervous gulp as I tossed the shirt to the side.
Score one for Lois Lane.
He recovered his composure and took me in his arms again and started to show me the turns again. I finally got it down pat and felt very proud of myself – not just for that but for getting one over on Clark. It's funny how now all of a sudden he was the one who couldn't concentrate.
Yep. I was really proud of myself.
After a while we stopped and he turned me around so that my back was against his chest. I was wondering what he was going to do next when he placed one hand on my stomach and raised my left arm around his neck. As his fingers slid down my upper arm, I got the sudden urge to laugh. I guess I was a little ticklish there or something. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was really annoyed. So we did it again. And again. And again.
I couldn't stop laughing and I felt bad about it, but I couldn't help myself. I didn't know how to stop from laughing, but apparently Clark figured out a way. The next time he raised my arm and wrapped it around his neck, I could feel the laughter about to come out again. Then all of a sudden I felt his lips softly press against the side of my neck. I thought I was in a dream but it wasn't. It was real. The laughter died right then as he made his way around my neck to the other side while his hands caressed my stomach…
Clark just poked his head in and reminded me about our dinner plans with Chloe and her husband. I had totally forgotten about it. To quote the Terminator…
I'll be back.
To Be Continued...
