A/N:This is just a short update because I have just realised I have a couple of deadlines rapidly approaching but didn't want to leave you waiting until next week. Also didn't want to fall out of my every other day updating habit. Hope you still like it! :-)
Chapter 25
"Stand still," Lois scolded Clark as she fiddled with his tie. "There. Perfect!"
Clark pulled at his collar a little uncomfortably – it had been quite a while since he'd worn a suit. He didn't remember them being this constricting. Lois stepped back and looked him over, head to toe.
"You need to wear suits more often," she declared.
Clark flushed at her words and the way she was very obviously checking him out in his freshly donned suit.
"You-You look…." Clark eyes again swept over Lois in the silky blue dress and loose curls that had taken his breath away when she burst into the room, "Beautiful"
Lois smiled up at him sweetly.
"Thank-you."
Clark trailed his fingertips briefly over the material over her side before pulling her gently to him. Lois smiled against his lips and slid her hands up his lapels and around the back of his neck. The slow and soft kiss gradually progressed to something more heated, before Lois pulled back with a sigh.
"It's time we should be going."
"Or we could stay here," Clark suggested, tugging Lois back closer.
"Don't tempt me."
"Why not? I like that idea," Clark smirked.
Lois bit her lip and paused at this. Clark was pleased to see she was very much tempted.
"Later," she promised. "Right now we have to go."
When they entered the lobby of the building the party Lois insisted on dragging him to was being held in, she grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side. He barely had time to cast her a look of askance before she had established no one was looking and dragged him off around a corner. She led him to a service elevator, and swiped the detector with an access card from her pocket and pressed a button for the third floor.
Clark stared at her while the elevator rose. Lois avoided eye contact.
"Are we crashing this party?" Clark asked her.
"No," she replied, as the elevator doors opened.
She hooked her arm through his and tugged him down a short hall.
"Lois."
"Maybe."
"Lois!" Clark hissed in a tone borrowed from his mother as he was pulled through a kitchen full of chefs and food service staff who looked startled by the appearance of the formally dressed couple.
"It's for a good cause!" Lois said as she peeked through the windows in the swinging doors, "Now stop looking so awkward – you'll draw attention."
With that instruction, she slipped through the door into the ballroom and tugged a resigned Clark along behind her.
"What have you got planned?" he asked apprehensively.
"We're going to have a chat with a contact of mine," Lois answered. "He owes me a favour or two, and I think now is the time to cash in."
Clark relaxed a little at this - at least it wasn't something criminal this time. He guessed he should be grateful for that.
"How do you get that access card?" Clark whispered to her, his eyes roving over the ballroom full of elegantly dressed men and women.
"Friends in low places," Lois explained shortly before collecting a flute of champagne from one passing platter, and a canapé from the next. "Oooh, I love these."