Part Twelve of a White Wedding

Last time, at Lois's apartment…

"I'm only doing this because I love you, Lois. To me, your love is like a river, peaceful and deep. Your soul is like a secret that I never could keep." He paused. "And I'm tired of keeping secrets from you, Lois."

She held her breath as he slipped on the glasses.

And now, her reaction…

Lois, tough reporter extraordinaire, master of the judo chop, queen of the hot scoop, with the nosiest nose for news ever, sat down on her couch, speechless.

Clark, sensitive reporter extraordinaire, Pulitzer Prize winner, master of all spandex and underwear on the outside wearings, faster than a speeding bullet hero, sat down next to her and began begging. "Please, Lois, forgive me for my deception, but I wanted you to love me for me! Clark, not just as Superman."

Lois shook her head in disbelief. "I thought Superman was perfect, but now I find out he has bad vision. I thought God must have spent a little more time on you, but now I find out you have flaws like everyone else."

Clark drew away from her, affronted. "Bad vision? Lois, these are fake glasses. They are just a disguise. I don't really need them; I really am perfect. Beyond perfect, actually."

"Well, in that case…" Lois jumped on his lap, bruising her bottom on his beyond perfect steely thigh muscles. "Take me to bed."

As he carried her into her room, Lois thought of all the men, including Lex, whom she'd been with before. And yet, with Clark holding her so close, she realized that it was like the first time all over again.

"I made it through the wilderness," she told him, snuggling into his steely beyond perfect chest. "Somehow I made it through." Before Clark had come along, she'd been drifting from one man to the other; but now here he was, her friend and hero. "I didn't know how lost I was until I found you. I was beat, incomplete; I'd been had, and I was sad and blue." He lay her down on the bed, and she suddenly felt shy. "But you make me feel, yeah you make me feel shiny and new."

Clark looked down at her, a funny expression on his face. "Like a virgin? Touched for the very first time?"

She nodded, drew him down onto the mattress beside her. "Like a virgin," she confirmed, and pressed herself against him. "When your heart beats next to mine."

"I'm gonna give you all my love, girl," Clark promised. His fear was fading fast. "I've been saving it all for you, cause only love can last."

Lois pulled away, surprised. "What?"

"I've been saving it all for you," Clark repeated.

She giggled. She couldn't help it. "You're a virgin?"

He blushed; his cheeks were stained a beyond perfect steely rose color. "Technically."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Technically? What does that mean?"

"Ah…um…" Clark hedged. "I think I hear a bank alarm."

Lois narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms. "You aren't running away anywhere just because you are scared."

"I'm not scared!" he protested. He knew it was a lie, though. He looked at Lois's bed and her cute little pose and wanted to run.

But even if he had wanted to run, he wasn't fast enough. Lois, reporter, de-virginizer, secret romance book reader, attacked him and pulled him to her.

"Oh, Great Scott!" Clark cried out in fear.