Author's Notes: It's about time I updated this. I'm still working on "Legacy" it's really kicking my butt right now. Did I ever post that here? checks Oh no, I never did. Well that's just… more work to do. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Hope you like, this story is coming to a close soon.

Lucius's Home (Continued)

Lois woke up surrounded by warmth. She turned her head over and smiled at her sleeping companion.

Her movement woke Clark up slowly, eyes waking lazily.

"Morning," she says softly.

Clark yawned, scooping her deeper in his arms, not quite ready to let her go. "Morning," he mumbled in return.

After a moment, "You've got to let me go sometime." Like Clark, her voice fought the early morning wake-up.

"Nah-uh," he muttered as he nuzzled into her hair. Clark refused to let her go just yet, and his childish actions made Lois chuckle more than once.

"You're being selfish," she teased.

"Right… and I'm faster than a speeding bullet too," he quipped, eyes still closed but his smirk betrayed his sleeping senses. "Besides, you can't fault a guy for missing his girlfriend so much"

Lois raised her eyebrows. "Girlfriend?"

Clark opened his eyes, unprepared to explain. He just thought it out loud.

"Well…" though nervous, he made no move to let her go and just adjusted himself in bed so they could face each other. "Aren't you?" That's right, make her answer the question.

She cracked a smile, almost tantalizing him.

"Depends. Will you hold my hand in the hallway and pass me secret notes during study hall?"

Clark thought about it a moment, then shook his head. "No"

Lois breathed out a sigh of relief. "Then perhaps I really am your girlfriend," she smiled.

He beamed at her honesty, not that she was ever dishonest, only reluctant. Just as he was going to lean in and kiss her, they're interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Lo…" her uncle catches the two snuggled in bed. "Oh, I'm sorry." He spins quickly around. "I thought she was alone."

"Mr. Fox"

"Lucius"

"I mean, Lucius." Clark sat uncomfortably. "Nothing happened," he assures him.

"Uncle Luke, I'm decent," Lois finally joins into the awkward conversation. She didn't look as fazed as the males in the room.

Lucius turned and smiled. "A little warning would be nice," he raised an eyebrow, winking at her.

Lois blushes a slight red as Clark himself felt like disappearing.

"Nothing really did happen," Clark continued on, feeling scrutinized under Lucius' very calm gaze. How that works he couldn't even begin to understand.

Lucius gave a low chuckle and a smile. "I'm old but not that old." He gives Lois a good morning kiss on the forehead. "I'll see you two for breakfast." Then he was gone.

Clark fell backwards on the bed, letting out an incredibly deep breath. "This is so embarrassing," he claimed.

Lois rolled her eyes. "It wasn't that bad"

"He's going to be watching me like a hawk now, isn't he?" Clark panicked.

"No he won't," Lois says, trying to relieve his fears. "Besides, that would be my father. And as long as you're nice to me, he'll keep the government at bay"

Clark's mouth falls.

Lois laughed. "I'm kidding." She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him lightly on the lips and Clark quickly gave in. It's finally working for them. "Come on, let's get some breakfast before it gets cold." She hopped out of bed and slides her feet into her slippers.

"What are we doing today?" He would more than happy to stay in bed. They have months of catching up to do, amongst other things he thought to himself with a smile.

Lois thinks about it. "I have nothing planned"

"What about Smallville? My parent's would really love to see you"

"Do they know?"

Clark was uncertain whether to tell her right away. They were just starting out again and he didn't want to push her away so soon in their mysterious relationship. But his mind and his heart were working alongside with each other, they wanted him to be honest with her and so did he.

He finally nods. "Dad does, but he's probably told my mom by now"

Lois nods in understanding. She didn't look upset. Clark relaxes a little.

"Are you mad?"

She is surprised by the question. "Why would I be mad?"

"I don't know," he replied insecurely. "We've never talked about our relationship with anyone before. Not even Chloe. I thought maybe I shouldn't have said anything"

She shook her head expressing the contrary. "No, I'm not mad," she tells him truthfully. "A little afraid maybe"

"Why are you afraid?"

Suddenly, the conversation switched from Clark's insecurities to Lois's. He hadn't realized she was scared of a lot of things. They've delved with a little of it the night before, but not a lot.

"Growing up, seeing people cheat and hurt each other. Or they die and leave you brokenhearted. It gave me a jaded view of love." She paused before continuing. "Is it even love or is it just an excuse to feel better about ourselves?" Lois pulls her knees to her chest, resting her chin on top of them. "I don't ever want to be defined by who I'm with," she ended ever-so-softly.

Clark reached out and pushed her loose bangs behind her ear, stroking her cheek as he did so.

"You're no one I've ever met Lois," he revealed with just as much softness as hers did moments ago.

"You sure you want me. You may end up disappointed"

He smiled. "I'll take my chances"

"I don't want to hurt you"

Clark breathed in deeply. He always believed it was him that would hurt her. "That puts us both in an interesting predicament because it just happens that…" He leans in to whisper his words by her ear. "I don't want to hurt you too"

They were close once again, the heat between them rising at incomprehensible level.

Lois starts, "We should…"

"Head downstairs," he completed.

"Before my uncle…"

"Walks back in here unexpectedly," he finished so easily once again.

Lois stood up and headed to the door. Before exiting, she turns back towards Clark. "I love you." She spun back around and exited before she could see his reaction.

Clark sat at the edge of the bed, smiling and incredibly happy.

Wayne Manor

"What'd you think of Mr. Kent, Master Bruce?"

"Lucky," he answered, going through his closet of designer suits. "I've never seen her smile so much since I met her"

"Pardon me, sir, but you've only just met her"

Bruce rolls his eyes. "No need to be the voice of reason this early in the morning, Alfred." He grabs his jacket and puts it on. "How do I look?"

"Just like your father," Alfred admits in a parental tone.

Bruce smiles gratefully at the man who helped raise him. "Thank you, Alfred."

Alfred smiles in return. "Will you be out long?"

"No, why?"

"Miss Dawes called earlier. She wanted to know if you can join her for lunch this afternoon"

Bruce narrowed his eyes, as if thinking. "Will anyone else be there?"

"I believe she mentioned Miss Lane and Mister Kent somewhere between picking up the phone and hanging it"

Bruce grins at Alfred's words. He was always so good at lightening a conversation.

"Tell her I'll be there"

"Right away, Master Bruce"

To be continued…