'THE STORY OF MY LIFE' EPILOGUE - PART ONE: THE HONEYMOON
Venice, Italy (a couple days later)
"Thank goodness we're finally here. My feet are killing me," Lois mutters under her breath.
"I know," grabbing her hand and guiding her through the crowd towards the boat dock.
"If I had to take one more plane," still complaining.
"I know," he says again; rolling his eyes as they finally make their way to the boat dock.
"What's the name of the hotel again?" she asks as they see person after person holding up signs and calling out the names of the various hotels.
"Hotel Danieli," he replies; stopping for a moment when he finally hears somebody calling out the name. "There he is," pulling her in the direction of the voice.
A few minutes later...
They sit down on a couple of seats at the bow of the waterbus, then it slowly pulls away from the dock and begins to make its way down the Grand Canal. "So are your feet still killing you?" whispering into her ear.
"A little," her eyes closing as the breeze blows her hair all around her. He lifts her legs up so that her feet are situated on his lap. She opens her eyes and looks curiously at him. "Exactly what do you think you're doing?"
"What do you think?" slipping off her shoes. "I'm going to give you one of Clark Kent's famous foot massages," a twinkle in his eyes as he begins to massage her heels. "How's that feel?"
"Umm," closing her eyes again as he slowly makes his way up to the balls of her feet. "That feels really good," she murmurs.
He continues rubbing her feet until he sees that they're close to the boat dock of the Hotel Danielli. "Looks like we're almost there," he says as he picks up her shoes and slips them back on her feet. "I can't wait to get you in our hotel room and have my wicked way with you," whispering in her ear.
She can't help the blush that creeps up her cheeks. "You sure know how to get a girl excited," turning her head just in time for their lips to meet up.
"I do my best," caressing her cheek.
"Hotel Danielli," a voice calls out.
"We're here," standing up and helping her step out onto the dock.
Clark takes her hand as they both look up at the hotel. "Wow," they both say at the same time as they start walking towards the front door.
"It's even more beautiful than what they showed on the website," Lois remarks as they enter through the front door; their luggage being carried by the bellhop of the hotel.
"I could have never afforded to pay for this if I hadn't been for Oliver," Clark says as he stares at the plush and opulent furnishings of the main lobby as they make their way over to the front desk.
"He's a great friend," smiling at him.
They take a few minutes to check in, then are escorted to their room. The bellhop brings in their luggage as Clark lifts his wife up into his arms and carries her over the threshold. "You didn't have to do that," a grin on her face.
"Of course I did," grinning back at her. "It's tradition that the husband carries his wife over the threshold," finally setting her down. "When we get home, expect me to carry you into the house," winking at him as he gives the bellhop a generous tip.
As soon as the bellhop leaves, Clark walks over to the door and opens it just wide enough to hook the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the doorknob, then closes it and turns the lock; leaning back against the door and gazing back at his wife.
She stands in front of the bed. "What are you waiting for, Smallville?" unbuttoning her jacket.
He has her undressed and laying on the bed in a matter of seconds. "Who said I was waiting?" a smirk on his face as he stands in front of the bed and slowly removes his clothes.
"You're teasing me," she says coyly as he removes his last piece of clothing and opens the foil wrapper.
"Me? A tease?" laying down next to her on his side.
"Yes," she replies. "You are a definite tease," her finger grazing his cheek.
"If anybody's a tease, it's you," smiling down at her while his fingers caress her arm.
"So what do you want to do now?"
He looks down at her. "Now who's teasing?" lowering his lips to her breast. "You know what I want to do," his voice husky as he positions himself between her legs...
A few hours later...
"Wow," they both exclaim as they lay backwards on the bed; their feet resting on the pillows.
"I know," turning his head to look over at her. "You never cease to amaze me," smiling at her.
"Don't I know it," she remarks; looking back at him with a satisfied smirk on her face. Of course that's when they both hear her stomach growling.
"Looks like somebody's hungry," softly kissing her stomach. "Let's get out of the room and have a nice dinner in the hotel restaurant."
"Sounds good to me," agreeing with him.
They both get dressed, then make their way to the Restaurant Terraza Danieli. "That view is beautiful," she remarks as they're escorted to their table and the waitress takes their drink order. They make small talk until their drinks arrive. "I've never had a Bellini cocktail before."
"Neither have I," he replies. She's about to take a sip when he stops her. "I want to make a toast first," lifting his glass.
"Alright," setting her glass down.
"I know I told you this long ago," pausing a moment. "What I have to say is quite simple," setting his glass back down and taking her hands in his. "You're the one, Lois Lane-Kent, and always will be," gently kissing her fingertips.
"I love you so much," her voice full of emotion.
He leans forward to softly kiss her lips. "I love you so much," he whispers after pulling away.
She picks up her glass and raises it. "Cheers?"
He smiles back at her and raises his own glass. "Cheers," clinking her glass with his...
A couple hours later...
"How about we go for a gondola ride?"
She looks over at him as they're walking down the street. "I'd love to," smiling as they walk over to the row of boats. Clark talks to the gondolier and they're escorted into a blue one. As the boat pulls away from the dock, they settle in at the stern of the boat.
"Venice is so beautiful at night, isn't it?" Clark remarks; laying his arm across her shoulders.
"It sure is," resting her head on his as they continue to enjoy the ride. The water shimmers in the moonlight and there's music wafting through the air as the boat makes its way down the canal. As the boat goes under one of the many bridges, Lois suddenly sits up. "Smallville," turning to him. "Do you know where we are?" her eyes widening.
"We're taking a gondola ride in Venice," looking curiously at her.
"I know that," lightly punching his arm. "This is where Madonna filmed her video for Like a virgin," standing up.
"Lois, what do you think you're doing?" staring up at her.
"I feel like singing," a grin on her face...
I made it through the wilderness, somehow I made it through, didn't know how lost I was
until I found you...
"You're going to fall," trying to pull her back down, but she just shrugs him off as she starts to dance suggestively...
I was beat, incomplete, I'd been had, I was sad and blue, but you made me feel, Yeah, you made me feel shiny and new...
He sits back and watches in fascination as she swivels her hips and moves her arms around...
Like a virgin, touched for the very first time, Like a virgin when your heart beats next to mine...
He stands up to wrap his arms around her, but his sudden movement causes them to lose their balance and they fall out of the boat and into the water. They both resurface and stare at each other for a split second, then they both start laughing.
"Are you okay?" a concerned look on the gondolier's face as he helps them both back into the boat.
"We'll be fine," Clark replies. "Nothing that a hot shower wouldn't cure," winking at his wife.
They arrive back at the hotel and promptly go up to their room. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes," quickly stripping their clothes off and super-speeding them into the bathroom.
"Mmm," her head resting against the smooth Italian marble wall as Clark kneels down in front of her.
"So do I make you feel like a virgin?" his hands wrapping around her legs and slowly gliding up to her thighs.
"Oh yes," looking down into his sparkling blue eyes.
"Good," softly kissing her inner thighs. "You make me feel like one too," looking up into her eyes as his lips continue traveling upward...
TO BE CONCLUDED...
Coming up next: 'The story of my life' Epilogue (conclusion)
Song in this epilogue: Like a virgin by Madonna