TAKING IT SLOW

"It's probably my imagination." She thought nervously to herself

"No...it isn't your imagination..." She had glanced away, but she looked quickly back at him at the sound of his voice in her mind. She decided to ignore it.

"Ahh…uhh…Nothing! Oh yea…my clothes?"

He handed the cup to her instead. He was still staring at her anxiously and the look on his face spoke volumes.

He really was wanting to play house

She reached for the coffee only to find it slipping through her hand. Coffee on the floor between them both she just looked at him trying to say something anything, and couldn't think because of the steady gaze he had on her. He was asking her, with his eyes he was asking her. She didn't say no, she didn't say anything. Her mouth finally opened and he didn't let her speak, instead, he took a step forward and with his arm pulling her into him he literally crashed her into him.

Clark was having a field day with his hands, she couldn't stop him. Moaning "No…" was obviously heard as "go faster!" Moaning "We can't-.." was taken as "take me now!"

The he started whispering something, and she had no idea what he was saying…it was some foreign tongue…it was making her weak at the knees. Her arms found his neck and he laid her on the bed, who was in the trance? Her? Him? She wasn't sure, but he kept whispering. She had no idea what he was saying, but he was making love to her with his words…she couldn't think. How could he possess her so effortlessly?

He was nuzzling her neck and saying how she was his in Krypton, he was telling her that she would bear him many children, and that she would never be free of him. She was his garden, his alone, and he would give her all of his love. He went to nuzzle and kiss her on the other side and told her how beautiful she was, and that couldn't stop dreaming of her. He moved again and hovered over her lips, and she asked him breathlessly…"Clark, what are you saying?" It was very erotic the way he was talking to her. She felt helpless as he leaned in and instead of answering her; he just started losing himself very quickly by consuming her mouth with his.

He had lost all control. He had no intention of doing more than kiss her, but the emotions he was feeling overwhelmed him. He didn't want to stop. He felt he couldn't stop; he was going to take her, he had to take her.

The intensity of his emotions vibrated though Lois. She was feeling him losing himself in her very quickly and in return she was drowning in ecstasy. But her mind was still ever present, even at this juncture. She was terrified that he would regret this later, really really regret it …it was a battle between her heart and her head and her heart was breaking- her mind won out. It took several attempts from Lois to get his attention with her very soft whispers between kisses.

"Wait…"

"Wait…"

Moan's kept escaping her throat as her hand was gently pushing his chest; she could fell his heart beating fast, even faster than hers.

"Wait…"

"Wait…"

"Clark…wait…"

Finally he released her and bolted to the other side of the room when he heard his name escape her lips. He looked out the window, and then back at Lois, she was breathless and speechless, fortunately for her she had sat up. He was sure seeing her on her back would have propelled him right back to her to finish what he started.

She took a couple of steps toward him and pushed the intense longing aside. Softly she began, "The Last thing I remember, is holding you…you know when you watched Lana's

'Dear John' tape?"

He turned and looked at her and waited. Anger flushed through him, anger at Brainiac, and anger at what Lana had done. Happiness was there for him one moment and then robbed the next.

She saw the frustration in his eyes. "Why don't you tell me what I'm supposed to remember? Maybe that will help me to remember…something."

"Let me show you what you need to remember…"
She heard the thought and watched him take a step toward her and plead with a heavy look.

"Lois…I…"

She walked over to him to try to calm his anxiousness, but as she felt her heart start beating out of her chest , she found herself answering him quietly before he could ask again, "Okay…okay…."

He rushed toward her and she put her hand up, and it landed on his chest. He grinned and his head started to dive towards hers, she pulled away enough to say quickly…"Let's take it slow…okay?"

"Oh yea…absolutely…slow…right."
Somehow she knew he was lying.