Lois could not help but notice what a beautiful night it was as she and Clark walked toward the house. There were a million stars in the sky and the moon lit their way through the night, just enough light to illuminate the features of Clark's perfectly sculpted face. The air was crisp and cool, but not cold. Their was the smell of freshly fallen leaves in the air and the sound of those leaves crinkling under their feet.
As they reached the steps of the farm house Clark stepped in front of Lois leading the way up to the house. Lois followed and was surprised when Clark turned around abruptly in front of her capturing her hips in his arms as his lips captured hers in a surprisingly passionate kiss. His hands wandered her back as his skillful lips parted and his tongue begged for entry into her mouth. Lois sighed as she parted her own lips allowing him to slip his tongue in and out of her mouth dancing and playing with her own wildly passionate tongue.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo," the rooster called waking Lois from her dream. She opened her eyes to find herself not in a lip lock with her hunky school teacher housemate, but instead with her pillow. Her heart was still racing from the intensity of her dream kiss and she swore she could still feel his strong hands on her hips and the tingle of his lips against hers.
Lois rolled over sighing in dismay as she pulled the blanket over her head. She tried her hardest to go back to sleep, but it was of no use. The rooster would not shut up and she could not get her mind off of the dream. Why was she dreaming about Clark Kent? He was nothing but a farm boy teacher definitely not her type.
Lois jumped out of her bed and stomped to the window and threw it open. "Listen here Mr. Rooster if you don't shut up I swear I will spend the whole day learning to cook just so I can cook you and eat your leg for dinner tonight," she yelled across the yard at the rooster.
Lois was about to shut her window when she heard laughter below and looked down to find the Kent men looking up at her with huge grins on their faces.
"Don't even start on me, Smallville," Lois said before she shut her window.
"Lois is-" Jonathon began but was interrupted by his son finishing his sentence.
"Crazy…loud…obnoxious."
"Smart…funny…beautiful," Jonathon continued
"Rude…pushy…impatient," Clark added.
"Kind…strong…independent."
"Okay, Dad, we could stand here all day listing describing Lois. Where are you headed with this?"
"You know how I always said…one day you would find a girl who would be strong enough to handle your secret…someone you could build a life with."
"You think that is Lois?" Clark laughed. "Dad we have known her three days."
"I am not saying you should run upstairs and tell her everything now. I am just saying I see something in her and the look in your eyes when she is around tells me you see it too. Even if you don't realize it yet."
"All I see in Lois is someone who is going to make me crazy," Clark said but he could not stop the smile from spreading across his face.
"Come on, son. I think I smell your mother's famous biscuits and gravy."
~ .. ~
"Mrs. Kent everything looks delicious," Lois said as she took plates out and sat the table.
"Thank you, Lois," Martha said as she sat a pan of gravy in the middle of the table. "How did you sleep last night? You look a little tired this morning."
"Ugh, I didn't," Lois admitted. From the time they got home from the dance she could not stop thinking about Clark. The way it felt when their fingers were intertwined, his big strong hand on her back, his deep blue eyes.
"Was something on your mind?" Martha asked.
"I am just ready to get my newspaper up and running. I guess the nerves and excitement are getting to me," Lois lied.
"Is that why you were threatening to eat our rooster this morning?" Clark asked as he walked in the house with his father.
Lois took in a deep breath as she saw him. Even in his dirty work clothes he looked amazing. Lois shook the thought from her mind. She needed to get breakfast in her and get to work at her office as soon as possible. She told herself being in such close quarters was what was causing the dreams and the thoughts of him.
Clark's smile faded as he realized Lois was not playing along. He wandered if he had done something to upset her. He was sure she enjoyed their banter as much as he did.
When the banter stopped Clark got uncomfortable. It was when Lois was not making him think of his next comeback that he noticed all the things about her that made him think thoughts that were inappropriate for a man to be thinking about someone that was not his wife.
Clark watched Lois's long wild dark hair fall in her face as she bent over the table to sit a coffee cup down at each place setting. Clark could almost feel her soft hair falling around his face as Lois lay over him. He could see her green eyes dancing as her warm body pressed against his.
"Smallville, anybody in there?" Lois said standing in front of Clark her green eyes staring at him, but instead of dancing they seemed annoyed.
"What?" Clark asked in a frustrated voice. He was not sure if he was frustrated that he had been pulled from his fantasy or that if it was because he could not stop the fantasies.
"Calm down Grumpy Gus. I just asked if you want coffee or juice," Lois said.
"Sorry, I did not get much sleep last night," Clark said. It was true. Even if that was not the reason he had jumped down her throat. When Clark had gone to bed after the dance he just could not get Lois out of his mind. He kept thinking about the way she had opened up to him and how, much to his own surprise he had done the same. Maybe his father was right, maybe on some deeper level he knew Lois could handle his secret and be a confidant he could trust to share his problems with.
"Would it be all right if I borrow one of your horses to go to town and work on my office today?" Lois asked as she passed the plate of biscuits to Clark.
"That would be fine. Actually, you can take Clark with you. I don't need him today," Jonathon replied as he poured gravy over his biscuits.
"That's not necessary. I can do it on my own," Lois said. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with Clark doing manual labor. She could just imagine how his muscles would flex and bulge as he lifted wood and it was not something she needed after the dream she had experienced.
"Dad, it is almost harvest. There is a lot of work to be done around here," Clark added. He knew that with his present mind set he should not be left alone with the woman sitting next to him.
"School will be out in a couple of weeks for the harvest," Martha reminded Clark. "You will have plenty of time to help your father then. I will pack a picnic lunch and you can show Lois the pond. It is such a beautiful day and I bet the leaves are gorgeous out there by now."
"I don't think-" Clark began but was interrupted by his father.
"Son, I did not want to have to say this because I know uncomfortable you get when I say things like this, but I want some time alone with your mother so you are going to go help Lois today," Jonathon said with wide grin.
"Dad," Clark said embarrassed.
"Eww," Lois added. "We need to make sure we stay gone for plenty of time."
~ .. ~
"Lois meet, Ole Rusty," Clark said as he lead the horse Lois would be riding up to her. He was a rusty red color with a golden mane.
"Hi Ole Rusty," Lois said patting the horse on the nose. "What's your horses name?" she asked looking at the beautiful white horse Clark was mounting.
"Pearl," Clark said patting the horse with pride. He had gotten the horse when he was ten years old and he could still remember the way it felt to have his own horse. He had spent the whole summer on the horse and still felt the animal understood him more than most people.
"Well Ole Rusty and I are going to beat you to and Pearl to town," Lois said as she mounted her horse.
"Racing isn't a good idea, Lois. You are just learning to ride."
"So you are scared you will get beat by an amateur girl?" Lois said biting her lower lip as she looked at Clark playfully
"No I just-"
"Okay then. Ready go," Lois shouted as she kicked her horse and took off down the dirty road in front of Clark.
Clark urged his horse to take off and was soon nose to nose with Lois. He smiled at her as he passed leaving her in the dust. He knew that Pearl could beat Ole Rusty, but he slowed up enough to allow Lois to pass him.
Lois soon caught up and passed Clark waving at him as she did. Clark watched the natural way that Lois road the horse. Her form was like that of a seasoned rider, she moved with the horse as though she had a connection with it that told her how it would before it moved and she was having a blast leaving him in her dust.
Clark tried to fight it, but his mind wandered back to the inappropriate place it liked to go when he saw Lois. Never in his life had he had such thoughts about a girl. Sure he had found other girls attractive, had even thought he was in love, but never had he picture such intimate things. It was not right for him to picture Lois in such revealing ways, but he could not stop the fantasies of her that flooded his mind.
Clark could almost feel Lois straddling him the way she did the animal. Her long dark hair all that hid her beautiful bosom from him as she moved with him as if something deep connected them allowing her to predict his moves before he made them. Clark could almost feel her moving over him the fantasy was so real.
Clark and Lois were speeding into town before he was able to pull himself from his fantasy. He slowed and stopped in front of Lois's office hopping of his horse and walking toward Lois to help her from hers. He knew would most likely ignore his help and hop down by herself, but years of being taught to offer a hand to a lady could not be erased, no matter how much it annoyed the lady.
To Clark's surprise Lois turned and put her hands on his shoulders allowing him to take her hips in his hands Lois slid down from the horse. Lois was not sure why she allowed him to help her just that it sent a sinfully pleasurable tingle through her entire body to have his big warm hands on her. Their eyes were locked on each other as they stood in the street without either one moving their hands.
"Thank you," Lois finally whispered huskily as she moved away from him uncomfortably. "Can you go get these supplies for me? I will be inside when you get back," Lois said handing him a list and some money before heading toward the building behind her before. She did not even give Clark a chance to reply.
Lois shut the door behind her and leaned up against it with a sigh. She was finally away from Clark for a minute, but the scene in front of her did not do much to ease her nerves. Lois decided it was time to go upstairs and see how much work would be necessary before she could move into her office. She was sure that if she stayed at the Kent's farm much longer the rooster or the school teacher would drive her crazy.
Lois climbed the stairs carefully avoiding the stairs that looked dangerous. Once she was at the top the floor seem a bit more sturdy. She walked into the first room next to the stairs.
There was still a small bed and a large armoire in the room. Everything was dusty, but there were no broken windows and there was a small fireplace in the room. A little cleaning and she would be able to move in.
Lois turned to head to leave the room and heard a cracking under her feet. She looked down in time to see the wood break under her left leg. Her leg slid down through the splintered would cutting it as it slid down. Lois screamed in agony as she hit the floor. She could see the would splitting from the impact of her fall and knew that soon she would fall completely through. She screamed for help as she braced herself for the fall.
~ .. ~
Clark sat the items on Lois's list on the counter of the general store and was about to speak to Mr. Smith when he heard a pained scream that sound like Lois.
"I will be right back," Clark said as he rushed toward the door.
Clark raced into Lois's office to see her bloody leg hanging from the ceiling. He super sped up ripped the floor board away from her leg and carried her to the safety of the bed before speeding back down stairs and to the store.
Lois looked around realizing she was suddenly on the bed. She smiled. He had been there. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized he had carried her to the bed. She had been in his arms and never even felt it.
"Lois, where are you?" Clark called from downstairs.
"Up here, but Clark be careful," Lois said concerned for Clark's safety.
"What happened," Clark asked dropping the supplies to the floor and rushing to her aid.
"I fell through the floor. He saved me," she beamed.
"Well he should have taken you to Doc," Clark said as he lifted Lois into his arms.
"I am fine, Clark," Lois said.
"No you are not. I have seen people loose legs for less than that. You are going to see the doctor," Clark said as he headed down the stairs careful not to fall on any of the bad boards.
Lois could not help bug grin. Clark's muscles felt hard against her skin. The dizzy high that being in his arms gave her lessened the pain in her leg.
~ .. ~
"You will be fine, but you need to keep weight off of it for a few days," Doc said as he pulled the last splinter from Lois's leg.
"I don't have time to stay off of my leg," Lois insisted.
"Miss Lane, if you don't follow my orders you are not going to heal as quickly and will get infection."
"She will follow your orders Doc," Clark insisted as he crossed his arms over his chest looking at Lois.
Lois looked at Clark and rolled her eyes.
"I am sure you will make sure she is taken care of, Clark," Doc said. "This is the healthiest young man in Smallville. I do not believe I have ever treated you have I, Clark?" Doc asked.
"No," Clark replied nervously. It always worried him when people brought up his health.
"Well, I will let you get Miss Lane home," Doc said stepping aside so Clark could help Lois out of his office.
"I took the horses home and brought the wagon to town while you were with the doctor," Clark explained as he carried Lois to the wagon.
~ .. ~
"Are you all right?" Martha asked as Clark helped a bandaged Lois into the house.
"She will be fine as soon as I get her into her bed," Clark said.
"I am fine. I do not need to go to be," Lois said.
"Doc said," Clark told her as he picked her up and carried her up the stairs.
Lois hated that he could do that and even more she hated that she enjoyed being carried up the stairs in his arms.
~ .. ~
Lois wrote down notes on her experience with being saved by the town's hero for the second time and closed her notebook with a sigh. She had been on bed rest for a total of five minutes and she was already going crazy.
"Can I come in?" Clark asked peaking in the door.
"Clark, I am fine. You do not have to check on me every five minutes. It is a cut leg, not influenza," Lois said rolling her eyes.
"I am not checking on you," Clark said holding up the picnic basket his mother had packed. "I though you might be hungry. It would be a shame for the picnic to go to waste."
Lois smiled patting the bed beside her.
Clark sat the picnic basket down and started to take the food out, but he stopped looking around the room with a frown.
"What is wrong?" Lois asked.
"I will be right back," Clark said as he left Lois's bedside to open the curtains on the windows and then open the windows. "There the fresh air and sunshine makes it feel a little more like a picnic," Clark said as he returned to the bed.
Clark sat down next to Lois and spread the picnic blanket in front of them. He placed a ham sandwich in front of each of them and pulled out a container of sweet tea pouring some for each of them.
"Clark Kent, you are a strange cookie," Lois said with a giggle as she took the glass of tea from Clark's hand.
"How is your leg?" Clark asked as he looked down at the leg which was propped up on a pillow.
"Sore, but I will survive," Lois said sipping her tea. "My newspaper will suffer, but eventually I will get there."
"I am sorry, Lois. I will stop and work for a couple of hours everyday after school," Clark offered.
"No, your dad needs you here. I will get things done when I am better," Lois said as she picked up her sandwich.
"Well then I will help you when you are better," Clark said eating his own sandwich.
"That was good," Lois said with a sigh as she leaned back against the headboard of the bed.
"Are you full?" Clark asked.
"I am satisfied," Lois said.
"Good that means I can have what is left in the basket right?" Clark said reaching for the basket.
"Not so fast, Smallville," Lois said grabbing the basket just before his hand reached it. She smiled when she saw two slices of apple pie sitting in the basket.
Lois took one and handed the other to Clark. Both of them sat silently enjoying the dessert until their plates were empty.
"That was delicious," Lois said turning to face Clark. "Thanks you really know how to cheer a girl up."
"Well, I was going to just sit downstairs and eat it all by myself, but I felt guilty I know how much you love Mom's pie," Clark said.
Lois grinned widely.
"What?" Clark asked.
"You have apple on your face," Lois said lifting her thumb to wipe the small sugary treat from Clark's lip.
Clark's breath caught at the feel of Lois's touch. Without thinking he took her hand in his sucking the apple from her thumb. Lois gasped as their eyes met. For the first time they could each see the fire that burned in the other's eyes.
Clark dropped Lois's hand and put his hand to her face as he sat up on his knees moving toward her. His eyes moved from her eyes to her lips and back again. He was going to kiss her He had to taste her lips to feel her kiss.
Lois saw Clark glance at her lips and allowed herself a glance at his lips as well. They were even more plump than they had been in her dream.
"Lois, I-" Martha said as she came into the room stopping when she saw her son practically fly out of the bed and fall to the floor with a thud.
Lois looked at Martha horrified.
"Umm…" Martha said trying to regain her train of thought. "I…am going to town for some things. Do you want me to send word to your father about your injury?"
"No the last thing I need is him showing up here," Lois said.
Clark finally regained his composure and stood up at the foot of the bed. "Lois are you sure. He is your father. He should know."
"Clark, my father is not a normal father. I will write a letter to my sister, but my father should not know," Lois insisted.
"All right then," Martha said uncomfortably. "I am going to let you two…finish your picnic," she said turning to leave.
Clark hung his head in embarrassment as his disappeared from the room. "I am sorry. I should not have done that," he said looking at Lois as he started to put things back in the basket.
"It okay I should not have touched you," Lois said.
"No it is my fault I…I don't know what came over me. I won't bother you anymore," Clark said as he headed toward the door.
"Clark," Lois said.
"Yeah," Clark said turning around.
"I am stuck in bed for the next few days. Please bother me…just sit in the chair instead of my bed," Lois grinned.
