Crave
November, 2013
Lois quietly took a deep breath in frustration. Her pregnancy was joyful for the most part, but since the morning sickness, or all day sickness as it really should be called, was beginning to subside her body had moved on to something else: cravings. All day long she would be bothered with pangs of starvation and crave foods that suddenly popped in her mind. Then her husband, the wonderful man he was, would speed around the world just bring her authentic Swiss chocolates or kimchi or whatever it was that she desired.
She lightly kicked at her covers. Turning to her left to see her alarm clock, the blue numbers indicated it was 3am. She turned to her right and listened to the soft breathing of her husband. How could she wake him up? He had just come back home after helping put out a fire out on 3rd Ave and countless other patrolling saves. When he had returned she had caught a whiff of smoke in the air and suddenly started craving barbeque. No. She would deal with this herself. This kid was going to have to listen to her sometime, right? So, she would start to take control now. No, she did not want barbeque or churros. No. No. No. No.
Lois kicked at her covers again. She placed her hands on her stomach, lightly on top of Clark's hand that parked itself there protectively every night since they found out she was pregnant, and looked down at her belly where her baby was growing.
"Seriously? Can't you wait until morning?" She snapped in a whisper.
Her stomach gurgled in response. She turned to look at Clark and bit her bottom lip, debating whether or not to wake him up.
"What is it, Lois?" He mumbled into the pillow with his eyes still shut.
She gasped and replied, "You're awake?"
He opened his eyes and smirked, turning his head so he could see her better. "I could feel you kicking at the covers and hear your huffs of frustration. What is it?"
She rolled her eyes. "What is it? What is it?" She pointed at her belly. "This, Smallville. Don't get me wrong, I'm over the moon about our impending bundle of joy, but these cravings are driving me mad! "
"Lois, we talked about this. If you're craving something just tell me." He said as he shifted up in the bed.
"Clark, you just came home from patrol. How can I send you out for food when you know full well that by the time you come back I might have had another craving and have changed what I want? I swear this kid can't make up her mind. I mean, we're dealing with a half Kryptonian, half Lane here."
"Number one, that's why superspeed and flight comes in handy. Number two, I admit that is a tough combination. And three...her?"
Lois smiled, "Just testing it out to see how it feels."
Clark grinned.
"What are you craving?"
Lois again was biting at her lip.
"Well, I was craving barbeque, then churros, but now the little one's mind has changed course and wants tacos," she tilted her head in thought, "and maybe pancakes. I have thought about pancakes a lot lately."
Clark leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips.
"Be right back." He whispered on them before she felt a gust of wind flip her hair.
Again Lois held her stomach.
"This better be the last craving of the night!" She reprimanded.
Lois' eyes snapped open. She had been satisfied after Clark had come back with the food, plus some maple donuts that he knew she'd ask for at some point, and she had fallen asleep after two tacos. Suddenly, her body was sending her another craving but this one was different from the others. This one was definitely something she could deal with…or not depending on the circumstance.
She turned to her right and felt at that side of the bed. Empty. Lois grimaced.
Her nose then caught the scent of something in the air. Breakfast. The smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs drew her up from the bed. She walked out of the bedroom and let the aroma lead her right into the kitchen. She grinned as she watched Clark cooking over the stove, wearing only his blue pajama bottoms. She could see the way his back muscles flexed as he added ingredients from the counter, a spatula in his hand. She could feel her face flush and it certainly wasn't from the heat produced by the burners.
Clark must have sensed her there because he turned around with a bright smile on his face.
"You know, you being out here defeats the purpose of breakfast in bed."
"Breakfast in bed, huh?" She asked, eying his chest.
"I was inspired after the tacos and pancake request, so I sort of made a pancake breakfast taco. But I am prepared to go out if you want something else."
She walked slowly towards him, "Pancake tacos sounds delicious, by the way, but I actually came out here to tell you I am craving something else."
He gave her a triumphant smile and dropped the spatula on the counter. "I knew it. So, what is it this time, Lois?"
Her hand trailed up the red plaid shirt she was wearing and unbutton the top two buttons. She then cornered him against the stove, his eyes wide in surprise as she moved her body sultrily against his. She then placed her index finger square in the middle of his chest.
"You."
