Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, nope, sorry... keep moving. :P

A/N: So it's Friday, and I'm updating. For those of you who didn't catch my edit, I meant to say from today to 10-9 not 10-16. I had chemistry on my mind, and that's when my next test is (besides Echo ;))...

I know I'm later in updating, but it's because I'm home for the weekend and I didn't get a chance to do it until now... you can always come back to my story after Metallo. ;)

Since I have that advising appointment on Tuesday, and I have a crazy schedule again this upcoming week, I'm sorry to say that I think after today, there won't be an update until next Friday (unless I get a break and I find time to update early... so keep an eye out just in case).

There's a bit of an evil cliffhanger... I hope you all enjoy and please comment!

Keep an eye out for your name as a shoutout. This is the last chapter that includes shoutouts so if I didn't include your name, I'm sorry... :( but I hope you still enjoy! :)

Okay, I get it... you wanna see them discuss the dance, okay! Here's Chapter 6 of A Night in Sin City...

NEW A/N: 2017 - I still love my evil cliffhangers. Love writing them more than reading them, I have to say. ;) Read on! :) (10/8/17)


Chapter 6

"That was incredible!" Clark laughed and turned around, "I never thought I'd do anything like that before!"

"You really surprised me, Clark," Lois shook her head. Her eyes were on his chest before they dropped down and a little more south at the red, white, and blue.

"My eyes are up here, Lo," Clark smirked and pointed to his face. She laughed and smacked him in the chest. Clark unhooked their wrists from the handcuffs, and handed it to her. She followed Clark into the other room so Clark could change back into his suit. After setting the handcuffs down, she started anxiously playing with her hands. She didn't know if they should address what was going on between them on stage.

"Uh… Clark?" Lois started uneasily.

"Yeah, Lois?" Clark turned to her as he found his change of clothes. He started to put his shirt on and buttoned it up. He looked a little funny with just his blue shirt and the American Flag bikini.

"What, uh," Lois didn't know how to phrase it, "What was happening between us on the stage?"

Clark paused putting his black dress pants on, mouth agape. He looked like a fish. Pulling his pants back up, deciding to keep what he was wearing underneath, he answered, "What are you talking about?"

"Gee, I don't know," Lois cocked her head to the side, a sarcastic tone in her voice, "Maybe I could be talking about the fact we were practically having sex on the stage!"

"Come on, Lois… no we weren't," Clark scoffed.

"Well Clark Junior would beg to differ," Lois remarked, "I could tell he was at full salute. Don't you think we should talk about this?"

He took a nervous gulp as he put all the money that was thrown at them into his pockets, "Lois, I… uh, I don't know where that came from… I…"

Lois cut him off and shook her head. She was afraid of what he might say. He might say that they might actually have something and she didn't want to risk their friendship.

"You know what? It's nothing… it was just us getting caught up in the music, right?"

"Yeah," Clark nodded none too convincingly. They were both too afraid to admit that their feelings were being exposed on stage for the entire world to see. Neither one of them wanted to address the fact that they were starting to resolve some of their unresolved sexual tension, "Now that I think that office is empty, why don't we go see what we can find?"

"Good idea," Lois replied and followed him out of the club back to the office, "At least it's empty this time with nobody in sight."

"I think I dropped that guy's file in this one," Clark opened the filing cabinet they had to slam close before.

"Yeah, that's it," Lois was pressed up against his arm, looking over his shoulder. He looked down and tried to pretend like their close proximity wasn't affecting him.

"What's it say?"

"Uh," Clark looked down at the file, "William Church, Junior… son of William Church, Senior. No shocker there. Looks like he's co-owner of this place."

"He's probably got some other guy manning the strip club then," Lois thought out loud, "You don't think any of their schemes are in these files do you?"

"I don't know," Clark shook his head and put the file back in its place, "You know Intergang isn't exactly the new kids on the block. They know what they're doing. They're not just going to leave their master plan in a filing cabinet where anybody can get it."

"You mean like this?" Lois held up another folder, "Sometimes big crime syndicates can get cocky."

"Nice job," Clark complimented.

"Thanks," Lois smiled. Their eyes locked again. She let out a nervous cough and opened the file, "Now let's see what their master plan is all about."

"It looks like blueprints of the casino," Clark pointed.

"Thank you, Sherlock," Lois countered, "It's probably to show their cohorts where in the club they're making the money."

"Could it be that big room over there?" Clark pointed sarcastically.

"Yeah, it looks like it's big enough to manufacture something… that's probably where they're making their counterfeited bills," Lois theorized.

"There are lead-lined walls," Clark muttered to himself, afraid of what that could mean.

"What?" Lois snapped back and Clark just shook his head like he didn't say anything.

"We need to sneak back there."

"Lo-is, we already got caught in here. We were able to cover by saying I was here to dance… but what would we say if we get caught in there? We were looking for the bathroom?" Clark argued.

"It's a big building. It could work," Lois attempted. Clark just looked at her like she was crazy, "Don't look at me like that, Smallville… we gotta get this story!"

"How about we just go back to the hotel and sleep on it?" Clark suggested. He closed the file for her and put it back in the cabinet.

"Fine," Lois rolled her eyes and followed Clark out the other door.

On the other side, they both failed to notice Mindy Church eavesdropping on their conversation, "Story, huh? Well, it's your last."

~L&C~

"What a night," Lois sighed and flopped down on the bed. Her legs were hanging off the end.

"Yeah," Clark agreed as his eyes traveled up her legs up to her face. He chastised himself for thinking like that again. She didn't want to talk about it.

"So… how much money did we make?" Lois sat up. Clark shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled everything out. He took a seat next to Lois on the bed.

"Let's find out," Clark handed some of the money to Lois as they started to count, "I've got fifty bucks here."

"And I've got fifty bucks," Lois smiled.

"Looks like we're even," Clark gestured with the money.

"What's that?" Lois furrowed her eyebrows referring to a piece of paper wedged underneath one of the bills in Clark's hand.

"I don't know," Clark unfolded the small piece of paper and let out a small laugh.

"What is it?" Lois wondered.

"It's a list of girls' names and phone numbers," Clark was holding back a laugh and started naming them, "Linda, Melanie, Paloma, Mika, Lilah, Josielet, Ashley, Olivia, Cyndy, Sabrina…" Lois snatched it out of his hand before he could continue.

"Well you won't be needing that," Lois started ripping it up.

"Jealous much?" Clark remarked and snapped his mouth closed when he saw what kind of reaction that got from Lois.

"Jealous?" Lois started getting defensive, "I am not jealous!"

"Yeah, just like you were calm last year when you saw me and Maxima in the elevator," Clark retorted and instantly regretted it as he closed his eyes. Lois got up and stormed toward the door. He immediately went after her, "I'm sorry, Lois. I didn't mean that."

"Why don't you go to one of them?" Lois picked up one of the names on the ripped up paper that Clark didn't get a chance to name.

"Taylor! Why don't you go to her? She was sitting with me in that booth. I'm sure she'd love to have you!"

"Lois! Just calm down!" Clark's voice cracked a little.

"I am calm!" Lois screamed, "This is me… BEING CALM!"

Clark's eyes turned to slits. He had enough of her yelling, "Lois, why don't we start trying to be honest with each other about our feelings?!"

"Honest?!" Lois snapped back, "There's nothing to be honest about! Just get the hell out of here!"

Clark looked determined to stay but she pushed him out the door as some tears betrayed her and streaked down her face. She slammed the door. He stood outside the room and looked down. Lois' cries could be heard through the door sans any super hearing.

"Lois!" Clark called out to her. With a determined look on his face, he opened the door and marched inside.

"I'm tired of dancing around each other!"

Before Lois could object and throw him out again, he crashed his lips on to hers. She started to fight it at first, but it wasn't long before she gave in.

"I love you, Lois… more than anything," Clark professed and crashed his lips on to hers again. Their tongues fought for dominance as they backed up towards the bed. They pulled away when air was needed.

"I love you too, Smallville."

Clark smiled and claimed her lips once again.

They made their way even closer towards the bed, never breaking contact with each other's lips. Lois helped Clark get his shirt off promptly. Their positions were switched when they reached the bed. Lois was on top of Clark. In a matter of mere moments, they started a repeat performance like they did on the stage, but this time with fewer clothes.

Every so often they'd mutter, "I love you" as they proceeded to ravage each other. Losing control of his strength didn't even cross Clark's mind. All he knew was his everlasting love for the woman below him. Hands and lips roamed everywhere as they basked in each other's love. Clark delved into Lois.

Sweat glistened on their bodies. Lois was now lying on Clark's chest. Their legs were entwined under the covers, "I'm sorry for yelling at you, Smallville."

Clark looked down at the woman he just made love to and kissed her gently on the forehead, "It's okay, Lois."

Lois snuggled even closer to Clark's chest, enveloping him with her arms as he did the same. They drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, contented smiles adorned on their sleeping faces.

Morning crept in, but instead of being met with the sun's warm rays, Lois and Clark were looking into the barrels of guns trained on them. Mindy Church came into view between two goons that had the guns on them. She had her arms folded. Her well manicured nails rested on her forearm.

"Morning, have an enjoyable stay?"

TBC


So was that satisfactory? Again, I'm new at those kinda scenes... it wasn't descriptive enough to be NC-17, but I hope it was alright. ;) :D

Poor Lois and Clark, they can't get a moment's peace... *rolls eyes* :P

Please Comment guys! There won't be an update for another week (as far as I know). ;) :D

Clois Forever! :D :)

NEW A/N: I left the lovemaking scene not super descriptive. Still not that skilled at writing smut, but it wasn't intended as smut, just mature. So hopefully you guys still enjoyed that part. (10/8/17)