Author's note: The first two paragraphs were supposed to be in the last chapter. Sorry. Please review!
Chapter 10
Lois leaned against the door and sighed. She had to resist the urge to kiss Clark's luscious lips and kissed him on the cheek instead, changing her mind at the last second. She had to admit to herself that she was attracted to him. There was no denying it anymore. She couldn't forget the kiss they shared in the motel's parking lot. In fact, that's all she'd been thinking about for the last two weeks. She was surprised at how an amazingly good kisser he was. She certainly didn't expect that from a farm boy.
Clark was the closest friend she had besides her cousin Chloe. It had been months since she had seen or talked to her sister Lucy. If she'd let herself fall for Clark and they'd broke off, their friendship would be ruined. Lois couldn't risk that. He meant too much to her. But it took every once of will power she had to resist him. Sparks flew every time they were together. It had been that way since the very start. Damn you, Clark! Why'd you have to be so sexy? She asked herself.
It was Sunday afternoon. It had been three days since their non-date. Three very long days. Clark called himself stupid for missing Lois. Next thing he knew, he was hopping in his truck to go see her. He knocked on her door. She answered, surprised to see him.
"Hi. You busy?"
"No. Come in."
He followed her into the apartment. She was wearing a black camisole and kaki shorts. Her hair was tied into a pony tail. She was stunning as usual, without even trying. He admired her long tanned legs from behind, wondering what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his waist.
"You wanna stay for dinner? I'll cook some chicken."
He laughed.
"You? Cooking? Is that safe?"
"Ha. Ha. Very funny."
"I don't know about this, Lois. I'd love to stay, but maybe we should order take out."
"Hey! I'm not that bad! Your mom gave me some tips."
"All right, I'll take my chances. I like breasts. Of chicken, I mean," he quickly corrected.
"I prefer thighs," she replied, glancing at his.
He blushed. Picking on him was so easy. She leaned over to pick something up on the counter, slightly brushing her breasts against his arm. He swallowed hard.
"Oops. Sorry."
Was she teasing him? Well, then. Two could play that game, he thought wickedly. They finished preparing the meal and went in the living room, sitting on the couch to talk.
"I smell something burning," he said, moments later.
"Oh, no! The chicken!"
She ran to the kitchen. But it was too late. The damages had already been done.
"I forgot to put the timer on."
He laughed at her expression.
"Why don't we order Chinese food?"
"Guess we don't have any other choice, do we?" she sighed.
After they finished eating, Lois grabbed the fortune cookies from the bag. She gave one to Clark and opened hers first.
"No way!" she said, staring in dismay at the piece of paper.
"What? Come on, read it!"
"A dark haired man will sweep you off your feet."
He smiled.
"Interesting."
"What does yours say?"
"A hazel eyed lady will kiss you."
"Can't be!" she exclaimed, yanking the piece of paper from his hands.
He laughed.
"Liar! It says: You will lead a long happy life."
"I couldn't resist, Lois. Your face was priceless."
She gave him a shove in the shoulder. Clark had to pretend it hurt. Since there was nothing but re-runs on T.V., they wondered what to do for the rest of the evening.
"About a game of strip poker?" he grinned.
She rolled her eyes.
"Nice try. About gin rummy instead?"
"O.K. That'll do."
"But first we need a wager."
"Like what?"
"If you lose, you give me a foot massage."
"What if YOU lose, Lois? You give me a lap dance?"
"In your dreams, Smallville!"
"A guy can always hope, right?"
"Ain't gonna happen, buddy."
"Well, what are you proposing then?"
"I could wash your truck."
"In a bikini?"
"Don't push it."
"All right. It's a deal."
Lois won, of course.
"You cheated!" he protested.
"No way! I won fair and square. You owe me a foot massage."
She laid on the couch, took off her sandals and put her feet on his lap. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, he thought, starting to rub them with his thumbs. Lois closed her eyes and sighed in content.
"If I'd known you had magical hands, I'd asked you sooner."
He smiled. After fifteen minutes, judging it had been long enough for a foot massage, he lifted her leg and pressed his lips on her ankle. She opened her eyes, slightly alarmed.
"What are you doing?"
"Helping you relax."
Lois bit her lip, wondering if she should stop him. But that was feeling so good! She closed her eyes again. He kissed his way up her calf, with tender openmouthed kisses that melted her insides like jelly. His lips trailed up to her knee, his strong fingers strolling down her skin, guiding her so he could continue his sexy explorations. When he reached her inner thigh, a red light went off in her head. They were playing a dangerous game. And they would get burned if they'd continued. Just like her poor chicken.
"O.K. That's enough excitement for one day," she said, jumping off the couch.
She didn't trust herself around him.
"It's late. Maybe you should go home."
"Trying to get rid of me, Lois?"
TBC