Chapter 3
Spring Break, Daytona April 2006
White sandy beach, the cool warm air and bodies of good-looking strangers swarmed the college kid's vacation capital of the world. Many miles down the coast laid a private beach, equipped with there own swimming pool and cabins.
Inside one of the cabins, a woman dressed in just a plaid button up shirt looked on from the window sill, watching the man on the bed before her sleep soundlessly. She had been watching him sleep all morning.
The previous night left many unanswered questions.
The mood was perfect.
The setting felt like something straight out of some fairy book tale.
What scared her most is the prince charming she sat watching over for the last few hours.
She couldn't take her gaze away.
They left Smallville and the confines of Central Kansas to have a little fun under the sun and sand in Florida. The last thing either of them expected was falling for each other.
That's what happened.
Somewhere in-between, it happened. It was the one thing she convinced herself she never would.
His back was turned to her, and she felt him stir awake from his peaceful reverie. He looked so much more innocent and carefree asleep. Now, she could tell he had awakened just by the way his head searched for something… or someone.
"Lois," he called out softly. He twisted himself around and saw the figure sitting across from him by the window.
"Hey," he says to her, his voice soothing. He leaned on his side and brushed a hand through his messy hair. "Morning"
She bit her lip to keep a smile from forming, but it was useless to do so. "Morning to you, too"
He wiped his sleepy eyes with the lower palm of his hand.
"How long have you been up?" he wondered, getting his thoughts straighten out. Last night had been amazing, a lot more amazing than any dream he can imagine.
"Not long," she greatly exaggerated, it had actually been many hours but only she had to know that.
"Are you okay?" he asks with love and concern.
Could it be love? Or was the rug going to be pulled underneath and this was all just some elaborate vivid dream?
Before she knew it, she found herself off the window sill and next to him on the bed. The last of her control has fully wavered.
"I am," she admits truthfully.
He smiled adoringly at her, eyes full of passion, need, trust, acceptance and most of all… she quickly whisked the last thought away.
"I'm sorry," he whispered in uncertainty.
Lois looked at him in a bit of confusion. "Why are you sorry?"
He looked away from her shyly, as if all the insecurities he accumulated growing up had suddenly decided to meet at the same intersection.
"Last night," he began; his face turned a little red. "I'm not… very good"
She smiled and halted his moment of apprehension with a kiss, and he instinctively reciprocated. He wasn't sure if he could ever let her go now.
"Clark," she says softly into his lips as his hands made his way to the buttons of the shirt she wore, which actually belonged to him. She always had a soft spot for all the plaid he wears.
"Let's stay in today"
She arched an eyebrow. "Isn't that what we've been doing all weekend?" she says to him jokingly.
He lets out a low chuckle. "Yes, but…" he paused, giving his next words some effect. "After last night, I have this overwhelming desire to keep you to myself before having to face the world at large"
She kissed him again as Clark slowly pulled her shirt down and off her… when the weekend was over, they were both left with one thing in their minds.
What happens now?