CHAPTER 11
Later that evening...
"I am NOT!" Clark retorts.
"You are so," Lois replies.
"Take that back," glaring at her.
"I will not," she says emphatically; crossing her arms against her chest.
He comes up to her; pushing her up against the wall. "Take it back Lois," he says again; pinning her arms above her head.
"I will not," she replies stubbornly.
He groans with exasperation. "FINE!" he exclaims. "Then I have no choice but to retaliate."
"Retaliate?" she says; staring at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"If you're going to call me 'Pervie Clark,' then I'm going to call you 'Pervie Lois.' That's how," he says smugly.
"I am NOT a pervert," she replies.
"Anybody who takes peanut butter and jelly and proceeds to spread it on a certain someone's body part, THEN decides to have a glass of milk - well, that's a pervert in my book," staring her straight in the eye.
"Well you've already ruined two nursery rhymes Clark Kent," staring right back at him. "If we ever had kids, I'll never be able to sing Itsy bitsy spider or This Little Piggy without thinking of marshmallow fluff and your fingers crawling up my naked back," she retorts.
He lets go of her arms and stares at her; a surprised expression on his face. "You've thought about us having kids someday?"
"Well," hesitating a moment before speaking. "Maybe it's occurred to me," looking up into his eyes.
"I thought you always had doubts about having a kid?" he asks her.
"I do...I mean...I did...I mean..." stammering a little.
"I've thought about it Lois," he says quietly.
Now the surprised expression is on her face. "You have?" looking at him quizzically.
"Of course I have," he replies. "It never occurred to me that you thought about it."
"It's just that I never figured on having kids at all," she admits. "I was afraid that I would screw up any kids I might have."
"That would never happen," he says with a smile; his arms coming around her waist.
"How can you be so sure?" staring up at him.
"Because I won't let you," lowering his lips towards hers. Their eyes close as their lips meet up in a soft yet sweet kiss. He pulls away to whisper in her ear, "Do you believe me?"
"I do," she whispers back. "If it were anyone else - absolutely not."
"I'm happy to hear that," his lips touching her neck.
"Just so you know, I'm not ready to have one now," she says.
"I'm not either," he replies. "You did say you already had birth control - right?" he asks her.
"Yes," she says. "I have the kind that they insert into your arm and it's good for five years."
"So we can have five years of worry-free sex?" removing his lips from her neck and raising his eyebrows.
"Absolutely," she says emphatically.
"Well what are we waiting for?" lifting her up into his arms. "Let's get going," super speeding her upstairs...
The next morning...
Lois wakes up to find Clark staring down at her. "How long have you been staring at me?
"Not long," he says with a smile; his finger gliding between her breasts.
"Well why don't you do something useful like making us some breakfast?" she replies; sitting up. "Some scrambled eggs and bacon would be very nice," she coos.
"I have something else in mind for breakfast," pushing her back down; her head hitting the pillow again.
"You're not saying what I think you're saying - are you?" staring up at him.
"What do you think I'm thinking?" crawling in between her legs and lifting them up until her knees are on his shoulders.
"Haven't you had enough?" still staring at him.
"I could never have enough of little Lanie," lowering his head...
Later that afternoon...
"Don't you think we should get out of bed at least once today?" she asks him as she lays on top of him.
"Do we have to?" he replies; his hands caressing her backside.
"We don't have to, but I haven't had anything to eat since the peanut butter and jelly I licked off Clark Jr.," she replies with a twinkle in her eye; sitting up and straddling his thighs.
He sits up and wraps her legs around his waist, then pulls her flush against him; his hands resting on her back. "How would you feel about having some afternoon delight?" raising one brow at her.
"Don't you want some real food?" she asks him as his hands move underneath her backside.
"I don't need any," lifting her up. "You're all I need," lowering her over him...
That night...
"Okay," trying to crawl out from beneath him. "I'm putting my foot down. I want some food and I want it now!"
He holds her in place. "I'm not finished yet," continuing to kiss her stomach. "I just love the way you taste."
She just sighs. "I think you have a serious problem Smallville," she remarks.
"Oh really?" looking up at her. "And what kind of problem is that?" he asks her.
"I think you have a sex problem," she replies.
"What kind of sex problem?" looking curiously at her.
"I think that you need too much of it," she states.
"I wouldn't say that Lois," he replies with a smirk; lowering his lips back down to her stomach. "I don't call wanting to make love to my girlfriend all the time as being a problem." He adds, "But I don't hear you complaining too much. In fact, all I seem to hear is a lot of moaning and screaming escaping those luscious lips of yours," the smirk still on his face.
Damn! He got me with that one. She looks up at him. "I hate it when you're right about something. It just drives me crazy," frowning at him.
"I know that," a smug expression on his face. "And it just..."
"Just...what?" she asks him.
"It just...tickles me," a big smile on his face. "And speaking of tickling..."
TO BE CONTINUED...