Act 3

Despite feeling uncharacteristically cold, I woke up the following morning with a renewed sense of vigor, but that's when I realized - I sat up quickly and looked at the empty space besides me. The previous night was electrifying and it swarmed my thoughts almost immediately.

I know it all happened so fast. I mean, first I was confused, then I was intrigued but definitely no less confused. There was just something about this Clark that makes me feel… complete?

No, it can't be. I'm just merely a woman finding a man - well, I think he's a man; it was surely all there last night. What I don't understand and I've tried comprehending, really, I have, but I just don't get how I could be dreaming of a man with a red cape flying.

And it's not just that, why would it be Clark Kent?

That still remains the bigger mystery.

I felt another gush of wind brush against my skin and since I've gotten some practice of this already, I knew who it was.

I turned, smiling when I caught the sight of him in his red and blue outfit.

I exhaled.

Deeply.

He caught me staring and blushed. "Good morning." Clark's actually pretty cute when he gets shy like that.

"Morning," I replied, tightening the blue cotton sheets around my naked body as I sat myself up straighter, continuing to hold my gaze on him. "Where'd you go?"

He spun and changed all in a span of a second. I literally had to keep my mouth shut to keep it from falling.

"There was a break in one of the tracks for the monorail downtown," he answered. "Luckily, no one was hurt." He smiled. "I can't say the same thing for the tracks though."

He was wearing nothing but his boxers now and I'm reminded of Smallville all over again. He slips into bed besides me, and I involuntary feel an exhilarating chill up my spine. Since I met him two years ago, I've never thought he could make me feel this way, even in a dream.

What has gotten into me?

I've completely taken advantage of the situation. I can already see myself never living this down.

It's clear now that things have gotten completely out of hand.

He starts to place kisses on my shoulder leading up to my neck, then on my cheek before reaching my lips and I could feel my resolve falling all over again.

"Clark."

"Hmm," he groaned.

His kisses were soft yet intense, rapturous. The hell with it. "Nevermind," I quickly changed my line of thought and kissed him passionately in return.

I woke up again, a bit sore but feeling more than satisfied.

Oh, Lois, why are you thinking this way?

I let my hand linger next to me when I felt it empty again. I chuckle just thinking about it. Clark Kent is a bona-fide superhero with tights and everything. He must be on call 24/7.

"Hey cuz," Chloe marched into the room. "Whoa there!" she held her arms up and turned around. "I see you and Clark are still having morning sex."

I blushed like I've never blushed before in my entire life. Do we do this a lot? My quads are killing me.

"Yes," I find myself admitting. What the hell? I can't lie anymore, either. "What are you doing here?" Seemed like the appropriate question to ask at the moment.

"What are you talking about, what am I doing here? We have breakfast together every Saturday morning, remember?" she reminded me as if I knew that and then I realized, oh right, not my real reality. Of course.

"Yeah. That," I recovered horribly. "Let me go get changed."

After a shower and half an hour later, Chloe takes me to this nice little café corner just across from my building. Looking at it from the outside, Clark and I must be really successful to afford to live in this part of town, and in that apartment.

"So you and Clark are okay?" I raise my eyebrows and Chloe gives me a pointed look. "Besides the sex, I mean," she laughed. "Are you and Clark okay?"

This is the perfect time to do some fishing.

"Of course we're okay." I think back to last night and this morning, losing myself in thought when Chloe 'coughs' her way into my attention. "We're definitely okay."

Chloe grinned.

Then I ask, "Why?"

"You know Clark," she said. After last night and the whole flying deal, no, I really don't know Clark. "He's been worried about you for the last couple of days."

I sighed. Two days. That's when I woke up in this reality. It makes sense why he would be worried.

"I'm fine, Chlo"

"Is work stressing you out?"

I shake my head. "No." At least, that's what I'm leaning towards. I hope she buys it.

"Well, I spoke to Perry - " There goes that Perry guy again. "And he said you can take as much time as you need as long as it's not over a week." A good man, that Perry is. "He also wanted to add that you better not do it again for another year." Maybe, not such a good man.

"That's… good."

Chloe chuckles. "Well, now that we're here, I think it's the perfect time we go over the wedding plans."

"The wedding plans?"

"Yup," she said excitedly. "I want a small one, not like yours, all grand and extravagant."

I could hold back the huge smile that graced on my face when I heard that. My cousin is getting married and then… "Really? Grand and extravagant? You make it sound like the President attended."

"Don't be silly, Lois. The President couldn't make it, remember? He was in the Middle East trying to improve foreign relations."

I swear I almost swallowed my tongue on that one.

"Anyway, here's my invite list." She hands me her notebook, and in a hand-scrawled list was all the attendees. Mine and Clark are of course, at the very top. Then it was followed by that Perry guy again, a Jimmy Olsen, an Alfred, and Martha. Wait a second? Where's Mr. Kent?

"It's a small list"

"Bruce and I agreed that a small wedding was enough for us."

"Bruce?" Then I looked back on the notebook and saw the name Alfred. Bruce. Alfred. Bruce. Alfred. Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

"Bruce Wayne."

"Huh?" Chloe looked up at me, oddly. "What about him? Has he called you?"

"No."

What are the odds? My ex-boyfriend is engaged to my cousin, and my cousin's former crush is my husband. I had to chuckle at that. I've never really thought about hooking those two up. I should keep a mental note on doing that if I ever get back to my life, if I still had a life. I think I'm getting confused again.

Lex Luthor suddenly made himself known. "Well if it isn't Mrs. Kent and the soon-to-be Mrs. Wayne."

Chloe threw him an icy glare.

"What's scum like you doing here, Luthor?"

I look at my cousin proudly. She just called Lex Luthor scum. In his face. I think I'm liking this reality more and more.

"Can a man say hello to old friends?"

I have to chime in on this one. "We were never friends." Lex wasn't in the least bit offended. Years of practice would no doubt do that to him.

"You know, Lois. I helped get you in Met-U if I recall correctly."

"Yeah. I also remember quite distinctly never asking you to, either."

Chloe chuckled.

"I'm glad you've grown past your muddle-peddling days. The Planet definitely suits you."

This is becoming a little too real for my liking.

"Coming from you, that meant absolutely nothing."

Lex looked like he was about to respond when Clark appeared behind him.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Mr. Luthor."

It didn't escape mine and Chloe's eyes when Luthor clenched his jaw once Clark made his presence known. It appeared to me that those two were NOT friends. That didn't surprise me.

After an awkward silence between the four of us, Lex left in his limousine and Clark took a seat next to me, his hand resting on my knee.

It's amazing how comfortable I am around him. Lex seemed never to have existed all of the sudden.

We spent the next half hour just talking when Bruce called Chloe and she excused herself to take the call. Ten minutes later, she said goodbye and left to meet him. She looked so happy, it made me happy.

"Come on," he whispered to my ear.

"What?" I asked, curious.

"I was thinking we could spend the remainder of our weekend in the Fortress."

I had no idea what he was talking about. What fortress?

We have a fortress?

To be Continued...