CHAPTER 9: THE WRATH OF ?
The next morning, Clark and Lois both wake up at the same time. She turns around in his arms to look into his eyes. "Good morning," smiling down at her; lowering his lips to hers. "How did you sleep?" he asks her after their lips pull apart.
"Well considering we fell asleep on the couch..." winking at him as her hands glide from his back down to his rear end; gently squeezing it.
"Well somebody's feeling frisky this morning," his lips touching the base of her throat.
She sighs as his lips make their way down. "You have the softest lips," she murmurs softly as his lips find their way to her breast; taking her nipple in his mouth. "Oh yeah," sighing again as he gently tugs on it with his teeth; his hands gripping her waist.
Her legs wrap around his; sliding up and down as he continues to suckle at her breast. She moans softly; her eyes closing and her back arching slightly off the couch. "More," she moans louder as he slides into her; his arms wrapped around her.
"I'll give you more," growling in her ear as he continues to make love to her.
"LOIS JOANNE LANE!" a loud voice coming from the kitchen.
Both Clark and Lois stare at each other; their eyes widening in horror when they recognize the voice. Then Clark turns his head and looks up to see no other than Lois' father standing in the kitchen doorway.
SH*T! They both think to themselves. Clark quickly grabs a blanket that's draped over the back of the couch; quickly covering them both.
"So this is why you didn't show up last night?" a hint of restrained fury evident in his voice.
"Uhh...I can explain," stammering a little.
"Oh I bet you can," glaring at Clark. "No wonder you're pregnant. This sex-crazed manic you insist on marrying can't keep his hands off you."
"Who the hell are you calling a sex-crazed maniac?" Clark yelling right back.
"Clark?" she whispers in his ear. "Be careful. We shouldn't antagonize him right now."
"Right now I don't give a damn Lois," getting up from the couch. He holds the blanket in front of him so that Lois could stand up behind him and still be covered. "You made it quite clear that you don't think I'm the right man for your daughter. That's the reason you weren't invited to the party in the first place. As for why we didn't show up, I believe that's our personal business. And we are not apologizing to you," folding his arms across his chest.
Lois wraps her arms around Clark; nuzzling his neck. "Actually daddy, It was my fault that we didn't show up last night."
Her father looks a little puzzled. "Excuse me? What on earth are you talking about?"
"I'm the sex-crazed maniac who couldn't keep MY hands off Clark," she replies with a smirk on her face. "So feel free to blame me for us not showing up," kissing Clark on his neck. "Now if you don't mind, Clark and I have some 'unfinished business' - don't we sweetie?" cooing in his ear.
"You bet we do," he responds. "I think you know your way out," Clark remarks with a smirk; raising his eyebrows at the General.
Her father's eyes narrow at Clark; his cheeks turning bright red. He turns around and leaves in a huff; slamming the kitchen door behind him.
"That went rather well," he remarks.
"You think?" she says sarcastically.
He drops the blanket and turns around. "I don't think he's ever gonna like me Lois."
"Well that's his problem," her arms still around him. "Now how about that 'unfinished business'?"
He smiles at her. "Have I told you I love you today?"
"Not yet," smiling back at him; pushing him down onto the couch. "Have I told you I love you today?"
"Not yet," echoing her words. "But you could show me?" his eyes dancing with mirth.
"It would be my pleasure," kneeling down in front of him...
One hour later...
"I didn't realize how hungry I was," laying down her fork. "That was delicious," licking her lips.
"We needed to fuel up - didn't we?" winking at her.
"Oh yeah," getting up from her chair and straddling his lap; her hands linked behind his neck.
"You know what? I think this is the first time I've ever had breakfast naked," he says; his arms coming around her waist.
"Me too," her head leaning forward to kiss him. But a sudden noise behind Clark causes her to look up; her eyes widening in shock.
He looks at her curiously. "What is it Lois?" turning his head to see what she was looking at. Then his eyes widen in shock.
"MOM?"
Martha looks at Clark, then at Lois. "Well well," shaking her head at them. "Now I understand why you didn't show up last night." Then she turns her back to them. "Would you mind getting dressed so that we could have a talk?"
"Alright," Lois practically jumping off his lap and dashing upstairs; Clark a second behind her. They return a minute later; both of them dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. Martha is sitting at the kitchen table; drumming her fingers on the table and watches them as they both sit down.
The three of them sit there for a while without speaking. "I'm not comfortable with uncomfortable silence," Lois blurts out suddenly; startling both Martha and Clark.
"She's right," says Clark; turning to Martha. "Mom, We don't blame you at all for being mad at us. We just couldn't..."
"You couldn't...What?" interrupting him. "Help yourselves?" raising her eyebrows at him.
Both Clark and Lois blush at her comment. "I was very upset with both of you last night when you didn't show up. You could have at least called to say you weren't coming?" a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"I know," pulling his seat closer to her and taking her hands in his. "We're sorry that we disappointed you. And you're right. We should have at least called."
She gives him a small smile. "I can't say that I'm mad though." At their puzzled expressions she says, "I remember what it was like being your age and in love. I felt exactly the same way about your father Clark - and I kept that feeling for the rest of our lives together. So I'm not mad about that part," winking at him. "But you know who you really need to apologize to don't you?" she asks them.
They both nod in acknowledgement. "Chloe," they say in unison.
"That's right," Martha replies. "And I would do that as soon as possible."
"We we were going to go see her today," Clark says.
"I think that's a good idea," she says; letting go of his hands and standing up.
"Mom?"
"Yes Clark?"
"I just remembered something. You originally told me you weren't going to be able to make it?"
"My meetings were postponed until Monday at the last minute," she replies.
"But where did you stay last night?" Lois asks her.
"I stayed with Ben Hubbard and his wife because I had a feeling why you didn't show up."
"I see," looking thoughtful. "Where are you going now?"
"I think I'll go for a walk. It's a beautiful morning," picking up her jacket and putting it on. "I'll see you later," giving him a kiss on the cheek, then walks over to Lois and giving her one. Then she walks out the door; closing it behind her.
"At least that went better than my father," Lois says.
"Yep," a little lost in thought.
She looks over at him. "Earth to Clark?"
He looks up at her. "Huh? Did you say something?"
"Yeah," taking his hand in hers. "What were you just thinking about?"
"I was thinking about what we should tell Chloe," absently raising her hand to his lips and kissing it.
"I think you need to kiss more than Chloe's hand," a voice replies.
Clark turns his head to see Oliver standing in the open doorway.
"Doesn't ANYBODY call or knock first?" Lois retorts; a scowl on her face.
Oliver chuckles as he pulls up a chair; sitting down at the table. "So what happened to you guys anyway?"
his eyebrows raised.
She narrows her eyes at him; a frown forming on her face. "It's none of your damn business Ollie," she retorts.
"That wasn't very nice," says Clark.
"Well he started it," leaning back in her chair and pouting.
"He didn't start anything Lois," frowning at her.
"Fine," Oliver says. "Don't tell me," a smirk on his face. "I have a pretty good idea," winking at them.
"Did you come over for a reason or just to tease us?" snapping at him.
"Oh definitely to tease," smiling at her. "And it was totally worth it to see the expressions on your faces." Then he adds, "But I'm serious when I say you have some serious a** kissing to do when you see Chloe. She was getting more and more pissed off as the evening went on. However..." his voice trailing off.
"However...What?" Clark asks him.
"Well...Dinah told me that Chloe grabbed Jimmy by the hand and practically pulled him out of there," winking at him.
Both Clark and Lois stare back at him in disbelief. "Are you saying they left to do what we were doing?"
"Now how am I supposed to know what they were doing if you won't tell me what you were doing Clark?" he says pointedly.
He frowns for a moment. "Fine. You win. We were having sex last night - okay? Are you happy now?"
"Oh I'm very happy," he replies; a smile on his face. "And Dinah will be happy when I tell her she was right," winking again at them. "But I have to say that you guys were an inspiration," laughing a little. "And I'm sure that Dinah would agree with me. After all, she did a lot of singing for me last night."
"Too much information Ollie," Lois covering her ears.
He laughs again; getting up from his chair. "I really should get going. Dinah is waiting for me back at my penthouse," walking over to the kitchen door and open it. "I would talk to Chloe as soon as possible."
"You're not the only one who feels that way," says Lois. "You just missed Clarks mother. She told us the same thing."
"Well what are you waiting for? Get a move on!" a slight smirk on his face as he leaves; closing the door behind him.
Lois turns to Clark. "What are the chances of Chloe showing up all of a sudden?"
"I think there's a very good chance of it," he replies.
"You do?" looking curiously at her. "Why?"
"Take a look out the window," pointing towards it. Lois looks up and sees Chloe's car pulling up into the driveway; followed by a van that says 'Gary's Catering.'
"Oh SH*T!" she exclaims; backing away from the window to stand behind Clark. They hear Chloe's footsteps as they climb the porch steps; stopping at the door. Then they hear the knock.
"At least she knocked?" Lois quips; staying where she is. "Get the door will you Clark?"
"Not on your life," he says. "You get it."
"Nope. I'm not moving from this spot."
"I'll get it," Chloe retorts; opening the door and holding it open as two guys start carrying in tray after tray of food.
"Where do you want this?" he asks Chloe.
"You can put it on the table over there Gary," indicating the kitchen table. "When you run out of room, the counter is over there," pointing to it.
Clark stands up; looking as confused as Lois as the trays are brought in. "What is all this?" he asks her.
"THIS is the leftover food from the party Clark," her eyes narrowing at him.
"Will that be all Mrs. Olsen?" Gary asks her.
"That's it Gary," she replies; giving him an extra tip. "And you can call me Chloe. Thank you."
"You're welcome," smiling at her as he and his assistant leave.
"There's eight trays here?" he says.
Lois peels off the foil of one of them. "That looks good."
"It was good when it was nice and hot last night," says Chloe; emphasizing 'last night.'
Clark and Lois look at each other for a moment, then Clark finally says, "About last night..."
She interrupts him. "I don't want to hear any excuses from you Clark. I have a pretty good idea of what the two of you were doing. In fact, it was Jimmy who figured it out. He actually said that there was a pretty good chance of you not showing up," glaring at them.
"We really are sorry," Lois replies.
"I bet you are," pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Clark.
"What is this?" reading the paper. He looks up at her in surprise. "This is a bill," he says.
"That's right Clark. I know I said I'd pay for it - but since you didn't bother to show up, I decided that you should have that pleasure," walking to the door.
"But Chloe..." Lois starting to go after her.
"Enjoy the food guys," walking through the door and slamming it behind her.
Clark and Lois stare at the food, then at each other. "I'm still hungry," picking up her fork and starting to eat from one of the trays. "Umm, this is good," chewing one of the meatballs. "Here," picking up another one and extending it towards Clark. "Have one," smiling at him.
He opens his mouth and she sticks it in. "Umm," he moans. "That is good," grabbing his fork...
Three days later...
Clark was in the kitchen opening the mail when he comes across something unusual. What the...? opening the envelope; sliding out the piece of paper out. His eyes widen in shock as he reads it. "LOIS!" he yells out. "COME HERE!" still staring at the paper in his hand.
She runs down the stairs. "What's wrong Clark?"
"Take a look at this," thrusting the paper towards her.
She takes it and begins to read; the blood draining from her face. "You've...you've..." she stammers.
"That's right Lois. I was just drafted into the Army."
Coming up next: Private Kent?
