CHAPTER 8
PREVIOUSLY:
He abruptly drops her hand. "What secret?" staring wide-eyed at her.
"You know damn well what secret!" she declares.
"I'm afraid I don't," he finally replies. "Why don't you enlighten me?"
"Alright, I will," she says. "In fact, why don't we make a game out of it?"
"A game," he repeats. I don't like the sound of this. "What kind of game?" he finally asks.
"How about..." pausing a moment.
"How about what?" he interrupts.
"How about...Truth or Dare?"
Clark's jaw drops at her suggestion. "You can't be serious," staring wide-eyed at her.
"I'm dead serious," she says; standing up in front of him.
"But we don't have time for playing games," taking a few steps back from her. "We have to attend that reception that's taking place this afternoon," pointing to his watch.
"Oh did I forget to tell you?" a lilt in her voice as she walks towards him.
"Tell me what?" looking curiously at her; taking only a few steps backwards before hitting the wall. Damn! He thinks to himself.
"They decided to have it tomorrow afternoon instead," a smug grin on her face as she continues advancing towards him. "So we have the rest of the day to ourselves," resting her hands on the wall on both sides of his head.
How am I going to get out of this? he wonders.
"So how about it, Smallville?" her lips dangerously close to his. "I DARE you to play with me."
He narrows his eyes at her. "I NEVER back down from a challenge," he declares.
"Good," she replies; removing her hands from the wall and stepping away from him. "Since it's my idea, I think I should be the one who gets to choose who goes first. So what's it going to be - Truth or Dare?" raising her eyebrows.
I'm screwed no matter which one I pick. "Okay," he finally says, "Truth."
Damn. I was hoping he'd say dare. Oh well.
"So are you going to ask me or what?" a trace of annoyance in his voice.
"DON'T rush me," she replies with a smirk. Then after a moment, she says, "Okay," taking a step forward. "Were you the one who dressed up as Green Arrow in the alley that night?"
He stares at her in shock. Of all the questions to start off with, that would be the one she would ask.
Lois is watching him as he has an inner debate with himself. I wonder if he'll actually tell me the truth.
Okay. Here goes nothing. He takes a deep breath, then exhales. "Yes," he finally replies.
"I KNEW IT!" she exclaims; startling him a little. "I just knew it when you kissed me in the bullpen," a triumphant smile on her face.
"If you knew it, then why didn't you say something in the first place?" he asks.
"Because at the time I was freaked out about you kissing me," she admits.
"AHA!" he exclaims; pointing a finger at her. "You finally admit you were freaked out about that kiss," a big grin on his face.
Lois stares at him in shock when she realizes what she just said. But she quickly makes a comeback. "Well what about you?" marching back up to him and poking him in the chest. "You let me go on and on about how Green Arrow could show Ollie a thing or two," glaring at him.
"I have to say that it just tickled me to see your reaction to that kiss," a smirk on his face.
She continues glaring at him, then she says. "Alright then," taking a few steps back. "Just for that, I'm taking another turn," a smug expression on her face.
"That's not fair," he retorts.
"Oh my dear Mr. Kent," shaking her head sadly. "Nothing in this life is fair," she replies. "Now I'm going to choose for you," a big grin on her face.
I don't like the sound of this.
"I DARE you to take off your shirt."
Why am I not surprised that she would say that? I can't wait for her to pick dare and then I'll really let her have it. "You disappoint me Ms. Lane," he says at last; shaking his head at her as he removes his tie.
"Excuse me?" staring at him with a puzzled expression on her face.
"You just want to see me naked," slowly unbuttoning his shirt and revealing his well-toned chest.
"And you're just full of yourself," she retorts.
"I don't think so," shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then putting his fingers on the zipper pull of his pants. "Maybe I should take the pants off too," his eyes dancing with mirth.
"I didn't dare you to take the pants off," her voice slightly cracking.
"That's true," he admits. "But we both know it's on your mind," winking at her.
"No it isn't," folding her arms across her chest.
"If you say so," chuckling a little. "Now it's my turn," he says.
"Whatever," rolling her eyes.
"So which one is it? Truth...or Dare?" he asks her.
Which one should I pick? she wonders. She looks curiously at him. He's loving this more than I thought. Out loud she says, "Alright. I pick..." deliberately pausing a moment. "Dare," a smirk on her face.
Jackpot! "I was hoping you'd say that," a big grin on his face.
She glares at him. "So what's the dare?" she finally asks.
"I dare you to..." coming closer to her, "...take your dress off."
WHAT did he just say? "WHAT did you just say?" her eyes widening with astonishment.
"You heard exactly what I said," walking towards her and stopping just a few inches in front of her. "I want to see you in your sexy lace bra and panties. But first," resting his finger on her chin and ever so slowly starts gliding it down her throat; his other hand resting on her waist.
She gulps thickly as his finger continues downward toward her cleavage. "But first...what?" she manages to spurt out.
"This," slipping his finger inside.
"Oh," she gasps as his finger grazes the side of her breast.
"I do like to take my time," whispering in her ear as his finger caresses her breast. "About everything," he adds as his other hand slowly moves from her waist to cup her other breast.
She can't help but close her eyes as his fingers gently squeeze her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Oh wow.
Then he removes both his hands from her and takes a couple steps back. She opens her eyes and stares at him. "Why did you stop?"
"Oh I plan on continuing," the hint of a smirk on his face. He just stands there with his arms crossed against his chest. "I'm waiting ?" raising one eyebrow.
"Huh?" a little confused. "Waiting for what?" her eyebrows furrowing.
"I dared you to do something. So do it," he replies in a firm voice.
Me and my big mouth. I just HAD to say dare; frowning inwardly. She reaches behind her to unzip the dress.
"Turn around first," he tells her.
"Turn around?" she asks.
"Yes," he replies.
"Okay," turning around so that her back was to him. Since when do I do what he tells me?
"I'LL take care of this part," his fingers wrapping around the zipper pull and slowly begins to pull it downward.
"Umm," she can't help but moan; his fingers lightly grazing her skin as he pulls the zipper all the way down.
"Now you can turn around again," turning her around.
She inserts her fingers underneath the straps of her dress; sliding the straps down her arms. She allows the dress to glide down her body; falling to the floor. She stand before him wearing the matching ice blue bra and panties.
"I just love blue," grabbing her by the waist and pulling her flush against his chest. Then he whispers, "I have another truth for you," softly kissing her behind the ear.
"What's that," her voice cracking a little.
"I want you so much," his tongue tracing her earlobe.
"Umm," her eyes closing and her head tilting backwards.
"Do you want me?" he whispers again; his hands moving from her waist to gently squeeze her luscious backside.
"Oh yes," the words slipping out.
"I'm happy to hear that," he says. Then he says, "Do you still want to play truth or dare - or do you want to play something else?" he asks.
She opens her eyes and gazes into his blue-green eyes. "Do you have anything in mind?"
"I do," he replies.
"What is it?" she asks.
"I think it's time you got that tour of Clark Kent's galaxy."
TO BE CONTINUED...
