Clark was complaining to his foster parents while Lois packed some things in a bag. She had no idea where Kal was taking her, but she still wanted to take some extra clothes with her anyway.

"Why can't I go?" he asked.

"Because your parents want some 'alone' time," Jonathan was saying.

Lois grabbed a negligee from the drawer and held it up to inspect it. She'd bought it just a couple of days earlier, after Kal had told her his plan of taking her and their son to the fortress for the bonding ceremony. He'd told her he was planning on taking her away for the weekend once the ceremony was complete.

She felt his hands on her waist as he nuzzled her.

"You won't be needing that," he said. "As sexy as it is."

She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Hmm, sounds like you're planning on having your wicked way with me, my darling."

"You bet I am," he said with a grin.

She dangled the negligee so the satin fabric brushed his back.

"You know, there is something to be said for preserving the mystery. I'm sure you'll have as much fun taking this off."

"Mmm, but I much prefer seeing you naked," he murmured, his mouth against hers, tempting her with an almost kiss.

"Where is this place you're taking me, if you plan on keeping me naked all the time?"

"That's a secret," he said.

"You realise we're going to have to do this again when we have an Earth wedding," she reminded him.

"I'm not seeing a problem with that," he told her.

She tapped his nose. "You, my darling, are incorrigible."

He looked unrepentant as he grinned. Lois leaned forward and kissed him.

"Let me finish packing," she said.

"I'll go downstairs then," he replied, letting her go.

Lois grinned and watched him walk out the door. Clark had offered to sleep on the couch so they could have his bedroom when they'd returned to the farm after Amanda Waller and her agents had been arrested and all Checkmate activities suspended.

They still had to figure out a way to deal with Lex, but with the ship gone, he had no tangible proof. He seemed to be suspiciously quiet over the whole affair, refusing to be drawn by the media on what had caused the emergency evacuation at the plant.

Lois had no doubt the man was planning something, but what that would entail was anyone's guess.

She zipped up the bag and glanced around, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. The bedroom was still decorated for a teenage boy, with high school pennants and posters pinned to the walls. She sighed. If they were planning on living at the farm, she would need to redecorate the bedroom.

Kal and Jonathan had been talking about extending the farmhouse. Maybe building another floor on top, so Lois and Kal could have their privacy. It was fairly clear the Kents loved having them here. Kal had remarked long ago how sad it was that Martha and Jonathan had never been able to have children, but Martha had told her in Gotham that having her and Kal together, along with Clark, more than made up for that.

Lois hoped one day their family could include more children. They'd talked about it, in passing, and even Clark was enthusiastic about being a big brother. Maybe on this weekend, she thought.

"Lois? Sweetheart?"

"Coming," she called.

She picked up the bag, the Kryptonian bracelet catching the rays of the afternoon sunlight. She smiled as she looked down at it. The ceremony had been so simple, so beautiful. Maybe Kal's parents had only been holograms but she could swear she had felt the love Jor-El and Lara had for each other, and for their son.

Clark looked as if he was sulking as she made her way downstairs. The bag wasn't heavy, but Kal took it off her hands anyway.

"I still wish I was going," her son pouted.

"Honey," she said, "there will be plenty of vacations we can take as a family. Besides, it's only for the weekend."

"Considering how much you hate the 'mushy stuff', Clark, be glad you're not coming," Kal told the teen. "I plan on getting very 'mushy' with your mother." He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her passionately.

Clark blushed. "Okay, okay, I get the picture. You don't need to draw me a diagram."

Lois grinned and kissed her son on the cheek.

"Be good for Martha and Jonathan and we will see you Sunday night, all right?"

Clark nodded. "I promise."

She turned to the older couple. "You know you can call us or anyone in the League if anything happens. Ollie promised he'd have the guys stop by, just in case."

Jonathan smiled. "You two just go and have a good time."

Martha hugged them. "Don't worry about Clark. He'll be fine."

Lois kissed the redhead on the cheek. "Thank you, Martha."

Kal squeezed her hand. "Let's go, sweetheart." He had used the long strap to hold the bag on his shoulder, his other hand pressed lightly on the small of her back. Lois let herself be guided out the door and wrapped her arms around her husband. Could he technically be called her husband if they weren't married in the Earth sense? She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, and as far as Kal was concerned, they were married.

She felt him lift the into the air and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his chest. Kal held her securely as he flew toward their mystery destination. She was still curious as to where it could be, but was content to wait until he revealed it. She couldn't help thinking of the whispered conversations between Kal and Oliver. Honestly, she thought with a grin. Sometimes men were even worse gossips than they accused women of being.

It was difficult to describe the sensation as they flew. She could feel the wind whipping around them, but safe in Kal's arms, she was protected from it. They were probably at least a thousand feet in the air, but again, she felt nothing. Kal's own body temperature kept her warm.

Lois had been on a lot of planes, although she certainly hadn't been on one which was capable of flying at speeds that could almost break the sound barrier, but Kal was more than able, she thought. Still, he seemed to be flying at a little slower speed out of deference to her.

Her stomach roiled slightly as she felt Kal beginning to descend, but didn't complain. He landed quickly on a fairly even surface.

"We're here," he said.

Lois looked up, still clinging to her husband as she steadied herself, feeling a little lightheaded from the flight. Her legs were a little wobbly, but he clearly had anticipated that as he kept a firm grip on her.

After a few seconds, she was able to look around her to find they were on sand, standing beneath a tall tree that sheltered them from the hot sun, which was high in the sky. About a hundred yards from where they were standing was an ocean so blue it almost looked unreal.

Kal pointed to what appeared to be an old country home a short distance away. He'd clearly made sure their landing wouldn't be observed.

"What is that?" she asked.

"That is the La Meridiana Hotel and Spa," he said. "Oliver suggested it."

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "The Italian Riviera?"

He smiled. "I considered taking you to Paris, but since you have already been there, I thought this would make a good compromise."

"Oh, this is wonderful!" she exclaimed. She leaned forward and kissed him. "This is beautiful."

Holding hands, they made their way down the hill to the resort, which was indeed an old country home converted into a resort hotel. The staff were friendly and welcoming, but not gushing, despite the fact Kal had obviously used Oliver's name and reputation to get them the best suite in the hotel.

They were swiftly led to the suite. A bottle of champagne was already waiting on a glass table on the sunny terrace, sitting inside an ice bucket. The bellhop or whatever they called them on the Riviera smiled and left the room, clearly not even expecting a tip.

Kal put the bag down on the floor and took her hand, leading her out to the terrace. He stood behind her, his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"What do you think?" he asked.

She turned her head and kissed him.

"What do I think? I think this is beautiful." She'd already said that, but she didn't care.

He kissed her shoulder, then let her go, moving to the table to pour champagne into crystal glasses. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"I don't want to cloud the moment," she said.

He looked at her, frowning slightly, until she put her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth against his, her tongue darting between their lips. He followed suit, their tongues duelling in an intimate dance.

Lois pulled away with a mischievous smile, leaving Kal looking a little confused. She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse, giving him just a glimpse of the creamy mound of her breast.

"You want it baby," she said, shooting him a coy look under long eyelashes. "Come and get it."

She heard a soft growl as she turned and ran for the door to the bedroom. Before she could even reach the handle, he had grabbed her hand and turned her around, lifting it in the air. His lips crashed on hers in a deep, passionate kiss. She flung her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His hand pulled at the band of her skirt, pushing it down. She moaned softly as he squeezed her butt cheek, the movement doing odd things to her insides.

"Kal," she moaned.

"Lo," he began, not even finishing what he was going to say as she slid one hand down to his chest to pull at the buttons of his shirt, while his hand pulled her skirt down and slid over her thigh, sending a frisson of desire up her spine.

Lois felt behind her for the door handle, but Kal's hand got there first, twisting it. Had he not been supporting her with his other hand on her waist, she would have fallen backwards. Kal kissed her again, carrying her to the huge bed, which had already been turned down. He set her gently down on the mattress, kissing her once more before moving his lips to her throat, kissing the juncture between her neck and shoulder, his lips following the line.

Meanwhile his hands were busy unbuttoning her blouse. He was clearly being careful not to tear the fabric as he unbuttoned it slowly, pressing kisses to her naked skin as each part was revealed.

Lois loved the gentleness with which he undressed her, the loving touch of his hands, the sweetness of his kisses. They'd made love many times since their reunion but somehow it seemed as if this time was all the more special.

Maybe it was because they were married now, she thought. Maybe it was because the life bonding ceremony in the fortress had provided something tangible to say that they really belonged to each other.

She could remember all those times in the past, fifteen years ago, when she had been so afraid he would leave without promising her that he would return. She knew part of it had been her insecurities coming through. An absentee father, a long dead mother had caused those insecurities. Even knowing that Kal loved her hadn't changed that.

Now they were bonded, she knew nothing could ever take him away from her.

While she had been distracted by her thoughts, Kal had managed to pull her skirt and underwear off. She looked at him and frowned.

"Hmm, something doesn't seem right here," she said.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "Something's wrong?"

She nodded. "One of us appears to be naked and the other one isn't."

He grinned. "Well, let me remedy that right now," he said, quickly stripping off his clothes. Lois giggled.

"Show off," she replied.

Kal laughed and got on the bed, laying on his side, pulling her into his arms. She tilted her head for his kiss, combing her fingers through his thick hair. She crooked her leg over his hip, pulling him closer. Her body gave a tiny spasm as his hardness brushed against her.

With a moan, she flung her head back as Kal's lips traced the curve of her throat, just below her ear.

"Kal-El," she murmured.

He brushed her hair back, sucking on her skin, murmuring something she couldn't quite understand. When he did it again, she realised he was speaking Kryptonian. One of the words had sounded very like one she'd spoken in the ceremony.

Lois knew a few phrases in French, and having spent about eighteen months in Germany she knew some German, but as lyrical as some of their phrases could be, they just didn't match up to the language Kal was speaking.

He rolled them over so she was now on her back, one hand cupping her breast. Lois lay back, surrendering to the wonderful sensations as his mouth did incredible things to her body, almost as if he was worshipping her.

She cried out as he suckled feeling her arousal grow. She began to feel feverish as the arousal built almost to the point of her losing control.

Now she understood why in that old song it was often referred to as a 'fever', she thought. Or getting 'hot under the collar'.

Lois looked up to find Kal gazing lovingly down at her.

"What are you thinking about, my love?" he asked.

"Strangely enough, Fever."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Fever?"

"It's an old song. I got tonsillitis a lot when I was about three or four and they finally had to take them out when I was five. Anyway, Mom would sing the song to me to take my mind off how sick I was. I never really understood what it meant. I mean, I realised she changed things around. I heard it a few times after she died and it sort of brought me comfort."

"How does the song go?"

It should have felt weird, singing to Kal while they were lying naked on the bed, but the song could sound sensual and rather seductive if done the right way.

Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear

As the last notes of the verse died away she looked at her husband. He was gazing down at her with an expression that was unmistakeable. The iris of his eyes had turned gold.

"I understand," he said. "It's like when I look at you and I have to control the heat vision. I feel warm, all over."

"Fever."

"When you kiss me," he sang off key.

Lois giggled. "Exactly."

He laughed and rolled over so she was now on top. Her hair fell over them and she brushed it aside. Kal shook his head and gently ran his fingers over her face, brushing the curls behind her ears. She took his hand and turned her head to kiss his palm. Kal cupped her jaw, his thumb gently stroking her lips.

"Make love to me," she whispered.

"I thought that was what I was doing," he responded.

She laughed softly, kissing him. They rolled over once more and she felt his cock nudge her entrance.

"Kal," she moaned.

"Lois, I need you," he said.

"You have me. Now and forever."

She cried out once more as he entered her, wrapping her legs around his waist to take him in deeper. They moved together, joined in the age old intimate dance.

Kal was dozing in the bed when Lois got up and grabbed the bathrobe which the hotel staff had thoughtfully provided, slipping it on and walking barefoot out to the terrace. She leaned over the balcony, watching as the sun began to dip below the horizon. The ocean was still the most incredible shade of blue she had ever seen.

Arms wrapped around her waist and she leaned back against her husband's chest. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder.

"Come back to bed," he murmured.

She let herself be led back to the bedroom, standing quietly as Kal slowly undid the sash and dropped the robe from her shoulders. She ignored it as it fell to the floor, gently pushing Kal backwards until his knees hit the bed and he had to sit down or lose his balance. She straddled his lap, kissing him.

His big hands stroked her naked back, holding her steady as he nuzzled her breast. She moaned softly.

She didn't object as he lifted her up and laid her on the bed, then began kissing his way down her body. She became lost in the sensations as his mouth traced her navel, before his lips brushed her sex. Lois cried out, an unintelligible sound as he gently teased her with his tongue.

"Smallville! Don't tease!"

She felt the vibration of his laughter against her sex, which just made that sensitive bundle of nerves even more sensitive.

Lois swore she was going to get him back for his teasing even as he continued doing so, her state of arousal at fever pitch by the time he decided he'd played with her enough and brought her to climax with just his mouth.

She gave herself a few moments to come down from her high before she rose up, glaring at him.

"Okay, you've had your fun. Now it's my turn."

"Uh oh," he said, grinning, not in the least sorry.

She pushed him down on his back and went right for the source, wrapping her hand around his thick shaft. He was only half hard, but she liked that, knowing she could tease him until he was so hard he would be begging for it.

She continued to tease him, making sure that Kal wouldn't know what she was going to do next.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before Kal was practically growling in frustration. Lois grinned, giving herself a virtual pat on the back for having driven him as crazy as he had her. Kal moved fast enough that she was sure he'd used super speed, pulling her up and practically impaling her. She took him deep, moving up and down, still wanting to tease him, even as her own body began to climax once more.

He cried out and she felt him spurt inside her, her own climax causing her muscles to contract around him.

She lay beside him, unable to stop touching him. Kal pressed a soft kiss on her lips.

Lois leaned on one elbow, gazing at her lover. He laced their fingers together and lifted her hand to kiss it.

"Kal?" she asked.

"Mmm?"

"What do you think about having more kids?"

"Do you want to?"

She nodded. "I do. I missed out on a lot when Clark was growing up. I mean, I know he understands, but …"

"As did I," he reminded her gently. "Please don't feel guilty for any of this, Lois. You did what you had to do under the circumstances. Clark doesn't hate you for that."

"Still," she said, biting her lip. "I'd really like to have another child. Maybe even two."

He smiled. "I have to admit, I've thought about it too. But …"

"What?"

"What about your career?"

"Women can have children and a career too," she told him reasonably.

"You're right," he said. "Then let's do it. Let's have a baby."

Lois kissed him, letting him pull her closer. She traced an 'S' on his chest.

"You know, that means we're going to have to get in lots of practice," she said, pretending to be coy.

He frowned slightly, then it clearly dawned on him what she meant.

"You're right," he said, nodding. "We'll have to get in a lot of practice."

"No time like the present," she murmured against his lips as she rolled on top of him.