HAUTE COUTURE: PART 2

Thirty minutes later...

"I still don't like it," pursing his lips as he takes off his regular clothes and slips on the pair of jeans that were left for him.

"Will you stop complaining?" her voice beginning to sound a little bit irritated as she's changing behind the dressing screen. "You're taking all the fun out of it."

"Whatever," rolling his eyes as he looks around for a shirt but doesn't find one. Just then there's a knock on the door. "Come in," Clark replies.

The photographer's assistant pokes her head in through the partially opened door. "Are you almost ready?"

"Almost," he says. "There's just one problem," walking over to her. "I can't find a shirt to wear with these jeans."

"There isn't going to be a shirt," she answers.

He raises his eyebrows with surprise. "What do you mean there isn't going to be a shirt? You don't expect me to go shirtless now do you?"

"That's what he wants," referring to the photographer.

"I don't know if I feel comfortable being photographed half-naked."

"Don't worry about it," her eyes lingering on his chest. "You have an amazing physique, Mr. Kent. You should show it off," winking at him just before she turns and walks away.

"I agree with her," Lois remarks as she steps out from behind the screen.

He turns his head; his jaw dropping at the sight of her.

"That's what they want you to wear?" his eyes bulging at the white bikini panties and the denim jacket she's wearing. "There is no way I'm going to allow them to photograph my wife nearly naked," he declares.

"Come on, Smallville," sidling up to him; her fingers lightly tracing his well-defined abs. "For me?" batting her eyelashes.

"Please don't do that to me," his voice wavering as her fingers glide down his chest and slip inside the jeans.

"Do what, Clark?" pretending not to know what he's talking about while her fingers stroke him up and down.

"You know what," sighing as she kisses down his neck.

"You mean use my sexuality to get you to do whatever I want?" looking up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. "So is it working?"

"You know it is," his arms wrapping around her waist.

"So we're doing this?"

"As if we have any choice," he replies.

"Okay then," pulling away from him. "Let's do it."

"Okay," taking her hand and leading her out of the dressing room.

A few minutes later...

"This is going to be so much fun," she says in an excited tone as they enter the studio.

"I still don't feel comfortable about this," an anxious look on his face.

Maybe I should have brought some Red-K with me, muttering under her breath.

"That wouldn't be a good idea, Lois," fixing his intense gaze on her.

"Damn you and your super-hearing," lightly punching his shoulder.

He just grins at her as the photographer comes over. "It's time for us to have some fun," he tells them. "Over here," leading them over to the backdrop of stars that's hanging on the back wall.

"So what do you want us to do?" Lois asks him.

"I like to do some basic poses first. How does that sound to you?"

"Sounds fine by me," Lois replies with a smile.

"What about you, Mr. Kent?" turning to Clark.

"Clark is a little nervous about being a model," speaking up before Clark could open his mouth.

"I find that hard to believe," his eyes lingering on Clark's well-defined abs. He gives himself a mental shake. "Let's get on with it," abruptly turning and walking away.

"See?" turning to Clark. "Even guys think you're sexy," a big grin on her face.

"Just what I need," a scowl on his face.

The photographer picks up his camera and looks at the two of them. "Ms. Lane, I want-"

"It's Mrs. Lane-Kent," Clark correcting him.

"Well that's a mouthful, so I'll just say Lois and Clark," he replies. "Is that okay with you?"

"It's okay with me and I'm sure it's okay with Clark," giving him you better go along with it if you know what's good for you look.

"It's okay with me," giving her his I'll get you back for this look.

"Good," he says. "Now Lois, I want you to partially stand in front of Clark and press your back against his chest." She does what he says. "Now turn your heads so that you're not looking at me." After they do it, the photographer tells them where to place their hands. He takes a few pictures; adjusting their poses here and there. After a while he says, "I have all the basic poses I want. Now I want the two of you to go crazy."

"Crazy?" staring at the photographer with surprise.

"That's right, Clark" walking over to them. "You know," turning to his assistant. "I think that Clark's chest should be glistening a little. What do you think, Leanne?" quirking an eyebrow.

"I agree with you one-hundred percent," she replies. "I know the perfect thing," rushing out of the room, then rushing back in with a small bottle.

"That's perfect," he replies. "In fact, you may have the honors," winking at her.

"I would absolutely love to," a big grin on her face as she comes over to where they're all standing.

She opens the bottle and pours some of the oil onto her fingers. "I hope you love Wild Cherry," she coos as her fingers begin to slowly glide the oil on Clark's chest.

Lois is looking up at Clark's face when she notices his eyes flashing red for a very brief moment before returning to their regular deep blue-green color.

Oh oh. I think we're in trouble now.

TO BE CONCLUDED...