Chapter 36

Day Six: 2015

Clark flew back to Metropolis holding Lois close against his chest. He couldn't believe the nightmare was over. He was with Lois and she wasn't trying to tell him how wonderful Lana was, she wasn't uncomfortable being in his arms; she was his Lois and she loved him.

This morning he'd gone from devastation to immense joy and now couldn't stop from smiling, he was barely able to hold in the shout of laughter he wanted to let out. He certainly hoped no one managed to catch a photo of Superman flying with Lois Lane in his arms, because if they did and it got in the paper, no one would believe either of them when Lois and Superman said they were just friends.

He'd tried to suppress his smile several times but could feel it creep back on his face time and again.

"You'd better think of something sad." Lois said amused.

"I can't." He replied turning his face to look at her and could feel the smile widen again.

"You'd better, or no one will believe that we're not having a hot affair." She kept her face straight but her fingers idly ran over and over the back of his neck.

"Well it would be easier if you weren't touching me."

"Ok." Her arm slid around his neck in a practical but platonic fashion that no one would or could question.

"You didn't have to stop Lo." He reproved lightly, his smile dimming.

"You can call me Joanne."

"Joanne?" His eyebrow lifted as his smile crept up again.

"Uh huh and I'll call you Skipper." She laughed lightly.

"Skipper was my younger self." He corrected quickly.

"I know; I'll be his Mrs Robinson." She wiggled her eyebrows then straightened her face again.

"Forget it!" He kept his face stern but he knew the laughter was still present in his eyes.

"Just think Skipper; you can have a hot steamy affair with an older woman."

"I'm already having a hot steamy relationship with an older woman."

"Only 1 year older, but if you were 19 just think of how much more exciting it would be." She blew lightly in his ear, smiling when he shivered.

"Would you really want to have sex with Skipper?" He asked with a smile.

"Uh…ok forget Skipper." Lois shook her head. "Sorry hon, but he was not my kind of guy; way too broody, way too whiney and way too many Lana issues."

"Thought so." Clark nodded and smirked.

As they neared Metropolis their expressions changed; his became cool and aloof to suit Superman; hers the professional reporter looking for a story "Where are you going to land?"

"In an alley a couple of streets from our apartment, it's early but it's also a work day, so I'm hoping no one's around." Using his x-ray vision he checked the site and seeing all was clear landed in the alley, stepping behind the dumpsters he quickly spun into his clothes and came back out.

"C'mon Lo, let's go home." Holding hands they walked towards their apartment but stopped short on hearing the distinct sound of sirens.

Lois looked at Clark to find his eyes were closed and his head was shaking back and forth "Umm…aren't you gonna go?"

"I'm sure they're fine." He nodded firmly then rolled his eyes skyward when two police cars flashed past followed by a third, then a fourth. "I'm sure they're perfectly fine."

"Clark c'mon." She smiled poking him in the stomach.

"Lo…Fine." He huffed. "Why is it that people always need Superman just when he's about to get some?"

"Karma." Was her prompt reply and at his incredulous look she began to chuckle.

"I'll meet you at home." He pecked her cheek, shook his head, walked casually back into the alley, then all that could be seen was a blur shoot through the sky heading in the direction of the police cars.

Lois dug into her purse, pulled out the cigarettes and finding there were only a couple left decided to stop in at the market. While purchasing the cigarettes she saw the chocolates and unable to resist, bought a box and some peppermints before continuing on her way. Once outside the store she quickly lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes as the taste filled her mouth. God she'd needed that, she'd needed a cigarette desperately when she'd been storming around the bedroom earlier but had refused to give in. However, now that Clark wasn't around she could smoke to her hearts content without trying to hide it from him. Smoking lazily while strolling the rest of her way home she enjoyed every lungful, grateful that he'd been called away and she could give into the vice they both knew she had, but refused to acknowledge.

Once home she dumped her purse and the chocolates on the kitchen table, walked through the bedroom straight into the bathroom and began to strip. She quickly brushed her teeth, gargled with mouthwash then stepped into the shower, she was cold and a shower would warm her up quicker then turning on the central heating and waiting for it to kick in. No matter how much Clark loved her, he wouldn't be turned on by a fiancé who'd become blue from the cold.

Pinning her hair up so it wouldn't get wet, she stepped into the shower, turned the taps on full, let the water run for a few minutes until it was warm enough then stood under the spray allowing the water to sluice over her body just revelling in the warmth. Picking up the shower puff, she filled it with body wash and began to lather down but had to lean against the shower tile when she started to feel nauseas and shaky on her legs.

Quickly finishing her shower she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her body, stepped back into the bedroom, took a seat in one of the arm chairs, and closed her eyes, hoping both the lethargy and sick feeling would soon pass.

Her mind winged back to 8 years previously, she remembered feeling the same way the last time, and didn't understand why it had taken so long to hit her this time, before recalling that last time it wasn't until she was walking down the hospital corridor that she'd felt the effects.

She kept her eyes closed and breathed deep until her stomach settled, she still felt dizzy and sluggish but a little stronger so got up, slipped on her robe, moisturised her skin, unpinned her hair and began to brush through the strands but had to stop when tiredness swept over her once again.

"I'm back babe." Clark called walking into the bedroom to find Lois sitting at her dressing table with her eyes closed and her brush sitting listlessly in her hand. "Are you ok Lo?"

"Yeah um…when my younger self first arrived here did she feel ok?"

"What's wrong?" He asked alarmed, rushing over to kneel in front of her. She leant forward and all but folded into his arms. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing Clark, I just feel incredibly tired, I was having a shower and felt really shaky and sick and I remembered feeling that way when I left the hospital last time; so I just wondered how my younger self felt when she first arrived here."

Rising he walked to bed and holding her securely in one arm pulled back the blankets, before sitting down on the edge with her in his lap. Taking off her robe, he laid her down, took her ring out of his pocket, placed it on the bedside table then stood up and spun out of his clothes before lying down beside her. Leaning up on one elbow, he found her lying still with eyes closed. "Lo are you awake?" When she nodded, his hand smoothed her hair back then moved down to rub lazy circles on her tummy. "Young Lois said that when she first woke up she felt dizzy and had two lots of memories in her head, but said she went back to sleep and when she woke up the second time she felt fine. But she did have a longish nap the first afternoon and she also went to bed only a couple of hours after dinner, so she must have felt as tired as you do Lo."

Nodding again she smiled slightly and slipped into sleep. Gathering her close Clark closed his eyes hoping that everything was ok. Looking back he remembered 8 years ago Lois had been fine when they'd arrived at the hospital, but when she was leaving the Medical Centre she'd walked slowly and hesitantly down the corridor and Chloe had to take care of the paperwork while she sat down. They'd all been concerned at the way she walked so slowly and once in the car her eyes had closed as if exhausted, she'd also gone to bed early that night.

His hearing had automatically tuned to her heart and pulse when he stepped into the bedroom to find her sitting at the dressing table, but he couldn't hear anything to give him reason to become fearful. She was tired, just as she had been 8 years ago upon leaving the hospital, and 5 days ago when younger Lois first arrived, she'd be fine once she had a chance to rest.

It made sense, travelling through time had to take a lot of energy out of the body, even if the person wasn't consciously doing it. Lois hadn't been aware while her younger self was inhabiting her body, but she'd obviously still been affected by the experience.

Regardless of the reason he never liked seeing her so worn-out and lacklustre, Lois usually had more energy than any two people, she was hardly ever sick and he hoped that her nap would give her back the energy she'd clearly lost.

Pulling the blankets over them, he wrapped his arms around her, pressed his lips against her hair and slipped into sleep feeling for the first time in days contented and secure that they were both back where they belonged.

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Lois woke up two hours later feeling rejuvenated, she no longer felt nauseas and her body felt stronger. Turning her head she looked at Clark's face on the pillow next to hers. He'd obviously been tired as well which wasn't surprising; if he had been missing and she didn't know if he was coming back, she would have been lucky to get any sleep at all. Superman or not, he still got tired when he over extended himself and the past few days couldn't have been easy.

Slipping quietly out of his arms, she pulled on her robe, padded into the kitchen, filled a glass with water, picked up the box of chocolates, tore off the cellophane, took off the lid and reached in for one of the Lindt milk chocolate balls. Leaning back against the sink she unwrapped it, popped it into her mouth and closed her eyes as the smooth chocolate filled her mouth. When the last of the chocolate was gone she sipped the water and opened her eyes to find Clark standing in the alcove watching her.

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Clark woke up, found the opposite side of the bed empty and zeroing in on Lois' heartbeat relaxed. Using his x-ray vision he found her eating a chocolate ball and smiled. She was in the kitchen, everything was alright; she was here, she was just in the kitchen. He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and decided to join her.

He stood at the alcove for a moment just enjoying the view of seeing his Lois before him once again.

Her eyes opened, looked him up and down, her tongue swiped out to lick her lips then she smiled "Forget to grab a robe?" Her eyebrow lifted in query "….or any clothes." She tacked on after a small pause.

"I'm hoping to entice you." He smiled in return walking forward to cage her in his arms by placing his hands either side of her on the sink before leaning forward to press his lips against her forehead "How are you feeling babe?"

"I'm fine; better." She replied running one hand up and down his arm.

He searched her eyes, and seeing that she wasn't trying to cover up, nodded then reached for a chocolate ball, unwrapped it, popped it into his mouth, and let the chocolate swirl over his tongue before leaning down to capture her lips with his. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, the flavour of the chocolate and her exploded on his senses God it was good, he'd hadn't tasted anything so good since the last time they'd done this.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, his roamed over her back, while their tongues twined and rolled over each other, the chocolate smoothly transferring from her mouth to his and back again. She gave one last swipe of her tongue over the roof of his mouth then pulled back and smiled.

"I'm definitely feeling better, how about you?" She asked running one hand through his hair while the other sat on the back of his neck.

"I feel damn good and I know just the thing to make both of us feel ever better." He replied pulling her closer.

"Really and what would that be?" She questioned politely with lifted brow.

"A glass of warm milk, it will go nicely with the chocolate." Their joint chuckles rang through the room, scooping her up in his arms he walked back into the bedroom; tugged of her robe and lay down with her in his arms "Are you too tired Lo?" At her head shake he leant down and pressed his lips against hers. They exchanged gentle pecks which became longer and more languid kisses, their mouths moving against each others. When his tongue slipped into her mouth she caught it very gently with her teeth and sucked softly before letting it go to twine with hers. In counterpoint his lips, tongue and teeth began to play with her bottom lip, before his mouth glided against hers again.

Their mouths broke apart allowing them to breathe for a few moments, before coming together again to exchange deeper, fervent kisses. His hands kept busy sweeping down and up her body, hers stroked over his back. He rolled her under him then turned on his back with her on top, then onto their sides, before rolling back and tucking her underneath him again. Lifting his mouth from hers he looked down into her face "God baby, I love to feel you lying on top of me, beside me, under me; it doesn't matter as long as you're with me. I've missed you so much Lo."

"Well I'd say the same but I don't feel like I've been anywhere." She panted softly, but when he leant down to seal his lips to hers again, her hand on his chest stayed him "Do I get the warm milk now?" She questioned smoothing her hand over his chest.

"Later, right now you get something even better." He replied nuzzling her throat before locking his lips onto hers again.

One hand smoothed up and down her side while the other tangled in her hair, releasing her mouth his lips trailed down her throat, his tongue glided smoothly down the column, and his teeth grazed gently before very softly sinking in. Trailing his lips up to her ear, his fingers tugged on her hair tenderly and his teeth grasped the lobe allowing his lips to softly suck on it before letting go "I love you Lois." He whispered quietly.

"I love you." She said softly, hugging him tight and kissing his shoulder.

Tugging one of her arms loose, he caressed the wrist with his lips and lightly nibbled on it, enjoying the sensual purr she gave in response. Kneeling up his hands ran up her arms to her shoulders and down again before moving inward to settle over her breasts.

His palms brushed over and around her breasts, silky and smooth enjoying the sensation of the full rich globes before coming to a stop with his hands resting over her breasts, and the nipples sitting in the centre of his palms. Fanning out his fingers, he slowly dragged them inwards, very lightly and gently pinching the nipples when his fingers met, before opening his hands again. Lifting his head his eyes caught hers "Do you like that baby?" When she nodded he repeated the action several more times until the areola swelled and the nipples firmed.

Bending down he began to lick the outside of the areola of one breast, his tongue laved lightly over the tissue, his mouth sucked tenderly at the soft flesh but avoided the nipple itself. Her fingers slid through his hair, her nails raked gently and hearing her quiet moan his tongue swabbed gently over the nipple, before he blew a quick icy breath on it. Feeling her light shiver, watching as the nipple became more prominent, the veins in her breast more visible, he took the stiffened tip into his hot mouth and sucked gently, his hand tenderly rubbing over and around the neglected breast letting it know he'd shortly lavish it with the same attention.

The sensation of her breast in his mouth, her breast in his hand, her fingers in his hair holding him closer against her body, while small encouraging mewling sounds came from her mouth made him feel glorious.

His lips drifted down her torso, leaving soft nibbles and butterfly kisses on her waist, hip bones and tummy; his fingers continued to caress her breasts, tugging on the nipples tenderly before leaving the mounds reluctantly to glide downwards. One hand caressed her side while the other smoothed over her abdomen, across her quivering tummy and down until his fingers slid into the patch of curls on her mound, tangling and tugging lightly, his fingers delicately massaging, while his tongue stabbed softly into her belly button. Her legs slid open wider, her soft voice pleaded but his mouth and hands progressively slid down to her inner thighs, touching, stroking, nibbling and licking before reversing direction again.

His hand moved up to cup and squeeze her sex before his fingers began to softly delve into the folds; running over and around the tender flesh, dipping into the moisture, smoothing it all around and lightly grazing his thumb over the nub of her clitoris. He pushed one finger inside and twirled it softly teasing the inner walls, a second finger pushed in to join the first, twisting and plunging gently in and out of her warm wet passage before pressing down firmly on the swelling tissue inside. The moisture began to flow more quickly coating his fingers and withdrawing them to hold her carefully open, his mouth moved until it was directly over her centre.

His eyes probed the delicate pink lips, the red and swollen blood filled bud of her clitoris and smelling her arousal his mouth began to water. His tongue dragged lightly over the flesh from top to bottom, then swirled around the whole area, between the folds and over the creases, lapping up the liquid from her drenched sex, pausing for a heartbeat he looked up; Lois' eyes were shut tight, her breasts flushed and her face carried a look of rapture. Knowing he was the man who'd put it there he felt intense satisfaction and moving his mouth back, his tongue ran strongly up and down the folds before his teeth gently grasped the engorged bud allowing his lips to suck lightly while his tongue flicked over and around it.

Her fingers tangled in and tugged on his hair, her hips bucked, her cries of his name began as a whisper of quiet supplication and became a louder begging plea. Grasping her thighs to hold them firmly apart, his tongue turned into a sharp point, stroking up and down, moving fast and rhythmically over the whole area.

He slid one hand to the top of her mound and pressed down lightly while the fingers of his other hand held back the hood of the clitoris allowing no escape, allowing his tongue to continue tormenting the exposed jangled nerve endings, skimming and flicking repeatedly over the bud until she screamed and sobbed writhing around on the bed. Looking up he saw her head was whipping from side to side, her breasts heaving and knew he could wait no longer to be inside her.

Giving her no time to recover he moved, and with one swift hard thrust pushed deep until his penis was in her to the hilt, her legs locked tight around his hips. Levering up on his hands, he reared back until only the tip of his penis was inside her then plunged back in, her hands lifted and clung to the head board, his fingers clenched into the mattress, and flexing his hips he began to thrust and retreat pushing in harder and faster until he'd barely pulled out before thrusting inside again.

Feeling the gathering tension, he grasped her hips and began to drive harder and deeper into her. Her moan started out soft and grew until she wailed, her muscles squeezing and milking his penis, ignoring her sobs; he pulled her upright and against his chest "Hold on tight baby" her arms hooked under his, gripping his back, and holding fast to her hips he lifted her almost completely off him before bringing her back down to impale her onto his throbbing shaft, grinding his pelvis into hers then lifting her back to plunge her down onto his rigid penis again and again until she screamed and trembled biting hard into his neck before finally laying like a limp doll against him. Pushing her back down, she lay panting underneath him as he continued to thrust and retreat into her wet tight channel until he felt the coiling tightness snap and arching his back fully, he finally let go and emptied himself inside her before falling down gasping out her name.

They lay like that, utterly ruined, his penis still semi hard inside her for several moments until he heard her gasping for breath; rolling off, his body lay plastered against her side and reaching down he grasped her hand with his.

Once their hearts slowed down and breathing evened, he opened his eyes and pressed a kiss to her forehead smiling when she cuddled into him, her arm lazily thrown over his waist.

"I love you Lo."

"I love you." She replied leaning up to kiss him softly.

"Thank you for coming back Lo, for coming back to me." He said quietly, hugging her to his side.

"I'd say you're welcome, but I didn't do anything."

"Yes you did, by coming back you saved my life." He kissed her hair. "And thank you for giving me the chance to explain why I said what I did, I know that you were angry but you still listened."

"You didn't give me any choice if I recall, besides even though I was pissed as hell at you, and really wanted to smack you one, I hadn't given up on you." She smiled and kissed his throat before lifting her eyes back to his. "I know you Clark, and knew that you'd be crawling back within 24 hours, actually more like 12 asking me to take you back." She laughed lightly rubbing her cheek against his chest.

"You did huh?" He smiled, running his fingers up and down her arm.

"Mmm hmm; you're just lucky that I'm such a sweet natured person." Her head lifted at his snort, the frown on her face not amused. "What was that for; are you saying that I'm not?"

"Nu huh, you're my darling." He quickly assured her with a smile.

"Thanks, you're my fat headed alien." She vowed solemnly.

"I'm not your darling?" He asked wounded, trying not to laugh.

"No, but you can be my hunny bunny." She compromised grinning at his light chuckle before reaching over to press a kiss against his chin.

"I know what you said, but you wouldn't have gone to Oliver would you?" He asked doubtfully, never for one moment expecting her to say yes.

"No, I wouldn't do that to him, I know how he feels about me, and it would be cruel to play with his affections just to get back at you." She replied seriously, he nodded in agreement.

"Would you have taken me back?" He asked curiously.

"Yep, but I would have made you sweat first. I would have gone out with a few other men just to teach you a lesson then I would have made you really suck up before taking you back." She smiled devilishly.

"I've already told you what would have happened if you'd gone out with anyone else, and I can further guarantee that after I'd utterly ruined your dates, I would have seduced you every time you went out with someone, just to remind you that you love me and belong with me." He said seriously with no hint of laughter in his voice.

"That would have been totally unnecessary; I promise that if I'd slept with anyone else, I would have thought of you the whole time." She teased lightly.

"Don't Lo, don't tease me about that." He reproved quietly shaking his head. "I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else, of anyone else touching you. You're mine baby; don't ever tease me about that."

"I'm sorry." She said kissing his shoulder in contrition "Just think, you could have had what you always used to dream about; my younger self wanted you with Lana and was willing to change everything just so the two of you could be together forever." She rolled over on her tummy to look down at him, her lips twitching.

"God don't tease me about that either. Shit! I couldn't believe that she wanted to get rid of me so badly that she was willing to throw me at Lana." He said repressing a shudder.

"Hey at one time you would have thanked me, her." She laughed running her fingers lightly up and down his chest.

"As I told her, that was when I was a young idiot; I know who I love and need and it's not Lana, it never was." He replied with feeling, tugging her head down for a swift hard kiss.

He picked up her hand, reached over to the nightstand to retrieve the ring and slid it onto her finger. "Lois Lane, will you do me the very great honour of becoming my wife?" He asked in a voice full of sincerity.

"I don't know I've heard that marriage can kill the sex in a relationship." She pouted sadly. "And let's be frank, our sex life is fantastic, I don't wanna to lose it. Will you promise to always want me as badly as you do now?"

"Baby, as soon as we finish making love I want you again, I can't imagine that ever changing." He promised with a smile.

"You promise to still nail me in the shower, on the couch, against the wall, in the car, on the kitchen table and everywhere else we've done it, plus heaps of other places we haven't even tried yet?" She asked earnestly.

"I promise to screw your brains out every chance I get for the rest of our lives." He pledged solemnly his eyes alight with suppressed laughter.

"Oh Clark that is so romantic, of course I'll marry you." She bent down to kiss him softly then quickly lifted her head. "But just to be clear, we'll be screwing each other's brains out, agreed." At his nod, she placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him again.

Lifting her to lie on top of him, his hands swept up and down, exploring smooth warm skin while hers ran through his hair and over his arms.

Feeling his penis pulse and harden, he rolled them back over and began to stroke, caress and massage her erogenous zones with his lips, tongue and fingers, kissing her fingertips, nibbling on her wrist, licking and sucking on her earlobes. He'd found this was highly pleasurable for both of them, knowing he could give the woman he loved so much pleasure really did increase his own.

Lois however, had other ideas, firmly telling him it was her turn barely giving him time to nod before her teeth scraped over his chin and her tongue glided down the column of his throat. Her lips meandered back up, pressing kisses, occasionally stopping to suck gently, pushing his head back while she kissed and flicked her tongue on the underside of his jaw then trailed back down again. Gliding her tongue and lips along his collar bone, she reached back, grasped his hands and tugged gently, un-wrapping his arms from around her waist and placing them down on the bed.

Moving down slowly her lips ambled across his broad chest, stopping to kiss, lick and suck and her hands continued to follow suit. Her palms smoothed down his chest and up, her fingers padded soft as a whisper, to his sides and back again before returning to graze over, stroke and rub at his nipples, teasing the nubs until they hardened. Her tongue flicked out laving one nub, her teeth and lips toyed until her mouth enclosed the nipple and began to suck hard. The fingertips of one hand tweaked and rubbed over the neglected nipple while her free hand slid down to sit high on his inner thigh.

Kissing her way to the other nipple, her lips, tongue and teeth diligently subjected it to the same torment while her fingers moved ever inwards on his thigh, lightly brushing back and forth over his rigid throbbing penis.

His hands came up and lightly ran up and down her back and into her hair, her humming moans of delight; his groans and quiet grunts escalating each other's hunger.

Raking the short nails of her free hand over his chest her mouth leisurely moved down, stopping every now and again to suck and bite softly at his hip bones and tummy.

Sitting up on her heels she looked at Clark's face to find his eyes open wide, the pupils completely dilated "Want me to stop?" She teased softly, lifting her hands to run them over her breasts and seeing the fire in his eyes flare higher, his quick headshake she smiled wickedly. Her hand once again moved to sit high on his inner thigh, while the other ran down his chest, scratching softly. Bending down her lips resumed dropping fleeting kisses along his tummy, from this belly button to the iron hard shaft her breasts had teasingly brushed against.

Kneeling between his legs she shook her hair forward to tease the base of his stomach while her tongue began to lick from the base of his penis to the head once, twice before she closed her mouth around him, sucking lightly and tickling the shaft with her tongue. Moving her mouth up and down, she allowed his penis to withdraw slowly from the warm cavern of her mouth, while sucking and pressing with her lips and tongue all along the shaft.

His grunts and pleas grew in volume; his hips began to push up, his fingers tangled in her hair holding her closer against him, as his legs rose up either side of her head. Sliding her mouth slowly up and down, she sucked gently swirling her tongue into the slit at the top, before taking him into her mouth again.

When his groans became more urgent, she grasped his stiffened penis gently, held it steady and began to suck vigorously at the head; while the fingers of her other hand fondled and softly massaged his testicles. When his hips began to buck and jerk harder, she lifted her head and began to slide her hand up and down rapidly; her eyes lifted to his face to see his head pressed down hard into the pillow.

Feeling her tongue swirling over his penis, her teeth gently scraping, her warm mouth enclosing him, all while her hand gently cupped and massaged him felt divine; when her hand began to slide up and down he couldn't take any more, and desperately wanted to be inside her when he came "God baby please."

When he felt her straddle his legs, his glazed eyes opened to watch as she slid down onto him. He let her set the pace, to control the depth and tempo, to take whatever she wanted and kept his eyes open and watched her. Feeling her inner walls release and contract as she rocked against him; knowing that it was HIM that she wanted, HIM that she loved and had loved so beautifully made him incredibly deliriously happy.

Watching her full rich breasts swaying with her movements, he left one hand on her hip in support while the other ran up and down, across and over her torso, before his palm settled warmly over one globe "You're so beautiful babe." He panted softly.

She opened her eyes, smiled, leant down and kissed him, her arms either side of his head, his arms wrapped around her. They stayed like that for several minutes lightly rocking, savouring each other, exchanging deep kisses, only pausing long enough to change the angle of their mouths. When she began pull away, he gently grasped her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled her back for another deep kiss.

When she rose up again and began to move, she teasingly drew the moment out for as long as possible, going fast then slow, bringing him to the brink again and again until he'd been almost crazy before she allowed both of them to fall over the edge. When she slid down boneless on top of him; he kissed her hair and rubbed her back, giving them both time to settle "God I've missed you, missed this…us." He murmured quietly against her neck, cuddling her against his chest.

"Has Clark Jr been a little lonely?"

"Clark Jr's been a lot lonely and so have I." He rolled her under him and locked his eyes on hers "I've told you before that you're my world Lo; but over the last few days I found that I was speaking no less than the truth. You're everything to me baby, everything I just can't function without you."

"I feel the same way." She replied softly lifting her hand to cup his cheek "I imagine it wasn't easy for you dealing with my younger self. Back then I wouldn't have understood how I could fall in love you; much less believe that you could become everything to me, but you are Clark. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone or anything and I always will." Her eyes were solemn, no hint of laughter in their depths, leaning up she kissed his throat and ran her hand over his back.

"I kept holding onto your promise that you wouldn't leave me, but if you hadn't come back I was going to find you and bring you home. I didn't care what it took, what I had to do, but I couldn't let you go baby, I can't ever let you go." He said softly, his palm sat on the side of her cheek while his thumb softly brushed over her lips.

"Good! Because if you had; I would have been really pissed off with you." She vowed. Leaning down he pressed a hard kiss to her lips, then turned to lie at her side and reaching down clasped her hand in his once again.