Part 3:

"Coming!" Lois shouted as she ran to the door. After undoing all the locks, she opened the door to reveal a nervous looking Clark. She stood there in stunned silence as she took in his appearance. "You look…" she paused as a stream of adjectives flooded her mind. Handsome, attractive, impressive, and incredibly hot were just a few that came to mind. "Different," she finally said.

"I figured it was time for a change," he said simply.

"What's with the glasses though? I thought you had 'better than perfect' vision?"

"What, you don't like my glasses?" he asked with an impish grin as he pushed the frames up a bit.

"No, it's not that," she quickly assured him. "It's just… your mom told you about the geeks in glasses thing, didn't she?"

"Geeks in glasses thing?" Clark asked, genuinely confused.

"Never mind," Lois said, blushing furiously. "You wanna come in?" she asked as she realized they were still standing in the doorway.

"Uhh, sure," Clark said awkwardly as he stepped into Lois' apartment.

"It's good to see you again, Clark," Lois said as she shut the door behind them.

"I missed you, Lo," Clark said quietly.

An awkward silence settled between them as they each picked a spot on the floor to become fascinated with.

'Again with the awkward silences,' Lois thought. 'Okay, Lois, you can fix this. That's what you invited him over for.'

"So…" she began nervously, not sure how to proceed.

"So…" Clark said - obviously having no idea either.

"Drinks!" Lois said suddenly, startling Clark. "Drinks are good! I'm gonna get a drink. Do you want a drink?"

Clark watched in awe as Lois became a whirlwind, spouting random thoughts as she strode into the kitchen. "Uhh… sure, I guess."

"Great! Drinks are good." She opened up the cupboard and surveyed its contents. "Ok. I've got some twenty-five year old Macallan scotch; Booker's whiskey; Patron, silver tequila; Crater Lake vodka; Tan queray10 gin; Hart Demerara rum; and a bottle of 10 year old Glenkinchie scotch. So, name your poison."

"Do you have anything other than hard liquor?"

"C'mon, Clark. Live a little. It's not like this stuff affects you anyways." Lois got out the bottle of Crater Lake vodka and two shot glasses. She poured the liquor into the glasses and passed one over to Clark.

"I guess it won't hurt," Clark said before downing it like it was water.

Lois threw back her own shot just as easily and poured them each another one.


"Lois, don't you think you've had enough to drink?" Clark asked for the third time as she took the twenty-five year old scotch out of the cupboard.

"You need to relax, Clarkie. Loosen up a bit."

"Lois, you're drunk."

"Nonsense," she scoffed. "It takes more than a mere bottle of vodka to get Lois Lane drunk."

"You also finished off that bottle of whiskey before I got here."

"I forgot about that, but there was barely anything in it. Not even enough to fill up a shot glass."

"You are so drunk, Lois."

"Maybe just a little," she conceded.

"I'll make some coffee," he said as he took the scotch away from her and put it back in the cupboard. "Where do you keep the coffee filters, Lois?"

"Filters?" A broad grin spread across her face. "Top shelf, Clarkie.

"What's so funny?" Clark asked when he noticed her grin.

"I had a dream about coffee."

"Ok," Clark said, not quite sure what to make of that. "Sound… interesting."

Lois silently walked up behind Clark and slipped her hands under the front of his shirt, feeling the toned muscles that were hidden beneath it. "You have no idea," she whispered seductively into his ear.

Clark froze and his eyes widened drastically in shock and a good amount of fear. He gently pulled her wandering hands out from underneath his shirt and turned to face her. "Lois, you're drunk."

"Maybe I am, or maybe I'm just doing what I should've done a long time ago," she said as she maneuvered Clark into the living room.

"Lois, I thought you wanted to talk?" The predatory gleam in her eyes caused him to keep backing up until his foot hit the couch.

"Talking's highly overrated," she said before pushing him into the couch.

"Lois, please don't make this any harder than it already is."

"Clark, we both know you want this to happen just as much as I do."

"No. Well, yes, but I'm not going to take advantage of you, Lois."

"That's just it, Clark, you're not taking advantage of me because I want this too," she sank down onto the couch next to him.

"Lois," he said, taking her hands in his, "I wouldn't feel right doing this when you're drunk - not to mention all the unresolved issues between us."

"Fine, if it'll make you more comfortable, we can wait until there are no more unresolved issues between us and I'm not drunk. Okay, Smallville?" she asked in an almost patronizing tone.

Clark nodded. "You should get some sleep, it'll help. We can talk about - whatever it was you wanted to talk about - in the morning."

"Oh, like you'd really know what's good for when you're drunk," Lois said sarcastically. "You can't even get drunk."

"True, but I've been around you long enough when you're drunk to know what helps you," he pointed out with a slight grin.

Lois couldn't help the small smile that fought its way onto her face. She leaned against Clark's chest and pulled his arm around her. "I love you, Clark."

Clark smiled down at her as he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over her sleeping form. "I love you too, Lois," he said quietly and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I missed you so much," he added, watching her sleep.

He still remembered that day as if it was yesterday, and yet it seemed like a lifetime had passed since…

TBC…


A/N: okay, i decided to extend this story. there will be one or two more updates for this story. Thank you all for your reviews.