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Chapter 20

When Lois woke up, she felt the warmth of Clark's body pressed against hers and smiled, wishing she'd wake up like this every morning. She turned around to look at him, careful not to wake him. He looked so adorable in his sleep, not that he wasn't so darn handsome when he was conscious!

Her eyes roamed over his body, the hottest body she'd ever seen. She couldn't believe that she had kissed every inch of him. And he had done the same to her. Clark had discovered all of her spots rather quickly, including the one behind her left knee that no previous lover had ever found. She loved him so much! She couldn't touch him enough.

Lois traced his jaw line with her fingertip, loving the roughness of his morning shadow. She landed soft kisses on his neck, shoulders and stomach. He didn't cringe. She kissed his nipples. Still no reaction. She kissed him on his favorite spot, right under his belly button. His eyes fluttered open.

"What are you doing?"

"Having my way with you."

"Mmm. Fine by me."

She smiled.

"Good morning, Smallville."

She decided to stick with this nickname. She couldn't call him "honey", "sweetheart", "darling" or "pumpkin". That just wasn't her style.

"Good morning," he smiled back.

"I love waking up…"

"…in your arms," he completed. "Me too."

They kissed tenderly.

"I have a confession to make," she said, cuddled against his chest.

"Go on. I'm all ears."

"I dreamt about you too."

"Really?" he smirked. "That's interesting. Tell me about it."

"OK."

Lois's dream:

She was sun bathing in a bikini, laying on her stomach in the back yard of the Kent Farm. She turned her head when she heard Clark approaching.

"Hey, Smallville!"

"Hey, Lois."

"I have a favor to ask."

"What is it?"

"Could you put some sunscreen lotion on my back, please? I can't reach it."

"Huh… OK."

He kneeled by her side, grabbed the bottle and bit his lip nervously when she unclasped her top. What did he get himself into? Clark asked himself. Then he began to massage her back with slick lotion, moving his strong hands over her shoulders and down her spine, enjoying the moment way too much for his own good. He accidentally brushed the sides of her breasts, sending little sparks of pleasure throughout her body. He stopped all movement when he reached the edge of her bikini bottom.

"All done."

"Could you do my legs, too?"

"Your legs?" he repeated with an uncertain voice.

"Yeah. I can't reach the back either."

"Oh." A pause. "OK."

He put some lotion into his palms and started to rub her calves, moving up slowly to her knees and thighs, his fingers grazing lightly her inner thighs.

"Finished," he said, getting up to leave.

"Thanks. Now can you do the front?"

"The f… front?"

His eyes widened at the thought.

"Why don't you do it yourself, Lois?"

"I could. But where's the fun in that?" she replied with a wicked smile. "Come on! It's just skin, Smallville. No big deal."

"I know, but…"

"I dare ya."

He sighed.

"OK, fine! I'll do it!"

He poured lotion into his hands and took a deep breath. This is nothing, he told himself. Just pretend its Shelby. She turned around, now laying on her back and closed her eyes, waiting. A few seconds passed and nothing happened. She opened her eyes. He was frozen, his hands in mid-air over body, devouring her breasts with his eyes. She smirked.

"What's the matter? First time you see a pair of boobs or something?"

"N… no," he replied, blushing furiously.

"In the flesh, I mean. Those dirty magazines don't count."

"I've seen breasts before, Lois. I have a girlfriend, remember?"

"Right. Well what are you waiting for, then? I don't have all day!"

He cleared his throat and slowly put down his hands, barely touching her abdomen. She giggled.

"You're tickling me!"

He smiled.

"I didn't know you were ticklish, Lois!"

He then proceeded to tickle her ribs, making her laugh uncontrollably. He was laughing too until his hands touched her breasts. She gasped. All thoughts quickly faded from his mind. It was like his hands were moving without his brain acknowledging it. His heart started pouncing in his chest and he felt his cock getting hard, his jeans suddenly too tight as he was rubbing his thumbs over her harden nipples.

"How does that feel?" he asked in a low, sensual voice.

"Mmm… good," she moaned.

He lost all control of himself, leaned down and kissed her. She granted him access and he slid his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss while his hands were massaging her breasts. The heat of the moment enveloped them both as they kissed hungrily under the blazing sun.

"And that's when I woke up."

"Wow! That was quite a dream you had. Very erotically charged."

"Don't make fun of me!" she riposted, punching him on the shoulder.

"I'm not! Trust me, I'm not. Actually, I'm a little turned on by it."

"Yeah?" she smiled. "Let me verify that."

Lois lifted the sheets to examine Clark Jr., who was semi-erect.

"Hmm. Let me see if I can give it a little help."

She slid her hand under the covers and trailed a finger down his length, enjoying his low moan before wrapping her hand around his shaft and gently pumped him, marveled at the way it grew bigger right in front of her eyes. Then her gaze drifted to the alarm clock on the bedside table. She gasped.

"Oh, no! It's almost nine o'clock! I gotta call your mom to tell her I'm gonna be late!"

She sprung out of bed, naked.

"Lois! You can't leave me like this, it's cruel! Lois, please! Don't do this to me!"

She came back with her cell phone in her hands, sat on the bed and held her index finger in the air.

"Shhh. It'll only take a minute."

"Hello, Mrs. Kent? It's Lois. I'm sorry I'm running late this morning. I'll jump in the shower and be right over, OK?"

"Don't worry about it. I don't need you until eleven. But, Lois… is Clark with you? He didn't come home last night. I know he went out with you, so…"

Her heart stopped. She paused for a brief second before answering, amazed at how calm her voice was.

"Yes, he's with me. He's huh… sleeping on the couch. I'll go wake him up if you want."

Clark shook his head vigorously. She reached out to grab hold of Clark Jr. but he pushed her hand away with a horrified look, rolled on his stomach and pulled the pillow over his head. She smiled.

"No, no. I'll see him later and you too, Lois. Eleven o'clock sharp, OK?"

"I promise I'll be there, Mrs. Kent. Bye."

She ended the call.

"Now, where were we?"

She lifted the sheets and admired his firm buttocks. He was so damn sexy!

"I know I've already told you this, but you have a cute butt."

She pinched him. He didn't flinch. She tried moving him but it was like trying to move a mountain.

"Wanna come out and play, Clarkie?" she asked with a seductive voice.

"No!"

"Oh, come on! Don't pout! I'll make it up to you."

She grazed her finger along his crack. He jumped like he had been stung by a bee. She chuckled.

"That got your attention, huh?"

"How could you even think of giving me a hand job while talking to my mother? That's gross!"

"I'm pretty good at multi-tasking," she said innocently.

"Lois!"

She laughed.

"I'm kidding! Geez!"

She still got a kick out of teasing him.

"We've got two hours," Lois added with a wink.

His eyes darkened with desire.

"Let's not waste any minute, then. I believe you said you'd make it up to me?"

She nodded. Clark smiled mischievously and began tickling her. He figured if she was ticklish in her dream that she might be for real too. He was right.

"Not fair!" she protested between laughs.

"Now we're even!"

"I'll get you for this, Clark Kent!"

He laughed, savoring his victory.

"About a shower?" he proposed minutes later.

"Separate shower?" she teased.

"Where's the fun in that?" he grinned, repeating her own words.

They ran to the bathroom, giggling.

TBC