The sound of Clark's chauvinistic zinger still stings Lois's ears. "That's not funny, farmboy." She shoves him angrily, but he doesn't give, as if immovable steel, and she falls back hard to the ground.

"Ow," she says rubbing her backside. "What has your mom been feeding you lately?"

"She makes me drink a lot of milk," Clark says, "and cookies."

"Well, it's doing your body too good. You're like a brick wall or something," she says still waiting for him to help her off of the ground. Giving up on that notion, she hops up herself.

Clark lets his eyes go down her, pausing over all the right places. "You've had your fair share of milk I see," he says, talking to her breasts and not her face. "It's done your body real good."

Lois disengages, for the first time keenly aware of the tank tops she prefers to wear in this sun baked village.

"Hey cuz," Chloe voice calls out, sending Lois to spin around to face her, her ponytail whipping around, her hair slapping him across the face.

"Who would've thought we'd find you up at this hour, and surrounded by fruit no less?" Chloe asks looking around, confirming her location, all the while possessing her typical sarcastic tone and grin.

"They're peaches," Clark says trying to get Lois's attention back.

"And he's the biggest fruit of them all," Lois says whipping her head back around, slapping him again with her long hair, anxious to see what effect that remark had on Clark. She hopes for a hurt grin or a disdainful glare, but instead she get a lascivious smirk.

Chloe can't help but notice where Clark's eyes are, so she subtly tries to place herself between them.

Completely bewildered by Clark's behavior, Lois thinks it best to shrug it off and concentrate her attention on Chloe.

"Well for some reason the idiots out here think it's normal to wake up with the chickens and peddle fruit in the million degree heat," Lois says, the moment of pleasure her jewelry find allotted now gone with the wind.

Chloe laughs, all too familiar with Lois's outspoken disdain towards all things Smallville. Although being herself not too fond of the outdoor market and scorching heat, she understood what, or rather who it was that jolted her out of bed early this Saturday morning with a smile on her face. What she didn't get was what it was that catapulted Lois out of bed.

"Clark," Chloe whispers leaning towards him, unwillingly placing herself on display under his now uninhibited gaze. "I'm surprised you asked her along, you should've known what you'd be in for," Chloe says with a smile, always happy to tell Clark I told you so.

Seeing that his gaze did not line up with her eyes, she looks down, suddenly aware his eyes were focusing on a region of her body she was surprised to learn he knew existed. Despite being caught red handed, he continued to follow the trickles of sweat southward, licking his lips as though he was imagining the salty sweet taste of her skin

Also noticing this, Lois not so subtly forces herself between her cousin and Clark.

"Eyes off the goods there perv," Lois says, forcing herself between Chloe and Clark. "If you want to salivate over something go grab yourself a magazine and make a day of it."

Chloe goes crimson, not sure to be offended or elated that she just had to be rescued from Clark's lustful gaze. As much as she wanted to relish the moment of being the object of Clark Kent's affection, she knew there had to be something more to it. How sad she thought, that the only thing that truly could spark any real interest in her would have to stem from yet another meteor rock induced ability. But what could it be?

"A little jealous, aren't we Peaches?" Clark asks practically smacking his lips.

"Do you really want to go there, Smallville?" Lois asks, peering her eyes through him, her chest puffed up like a tiny ticked-off rooster unaware of its own size.

"Why not? It could be one hell of a ride," Clark says.

A little thrown off her game by his quick uncharacteristic remarks, Lois remains silent for longer than she ever has in the company of Clark Kent. Finally finding her words, but still unsure of what just happened she takes a defiant step towards him, ready to make him eat his words.

"Well, you may be able to grow the peaches there farm boy, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have a clue what to do if you got your hands on a real pair."

Ready to prove her wrong, he cracks his knuckles, his large hands all too prepared to meet with the only soft part of Lois Lane. Without hesitation he moves in, his sparkling eyes seeming to delight in the impending pleasure.

Chloe jumps in the line of fire, grabbing Clark by the arm, dragging him away, which he allows a little too eagerly.

"Looking for a little alone time?" Clark asks, "I'm into that."

"Lois watch the booth, Clark needs a walk," Chloe says starting off into the crowd. "I think the heat has gone to his head."

"Yeah, which one?" Lois says, poised on her toes, clenching her fists and jaw.