IX

The sun was already set when Lois and Clark finally arrived to the Kent farm. They spent most of the time in silence; Lois needed some time to acknowledge completely the loss of her old time friend and Clark gave her that, but it was a long walk and by the end of it, they were already laughing and making fun of each other's appearance: Lois, wearing Clark's shirt, was the "Queen of Plaid", and Clark, wearing only his jeans, was the "Six-pack Go-Go Boy".

As they got inside de house, Lois literally threw herself on the couch, not minding turning on the lights first, and stretched her legs over the coffee table. Clark went immediately to the kitchen and jumped to the fridge, looking for something to eat; those snacks he had with Mark at the Talon just weren't enough to feed him. He grabbed cheese, ham, salami, mayonnaise, turkey left-overs, lettuce and some sliced tomatoes, all that generously spread inside a huge Italian bread, with a little bit of olive oil, just to get an extra flavor: that was "food for the champions". He didn't say anything, but he made it big enough to be shared with Lois; if he couldn't stop her from stealing his food, this time he would at least be prepared.

He headed towards the living room, carrying to long glasses of orange juice in one hand and "the monster" in the other. But suddenly, Clark stopped, stunned by the picture presented to his eyes: Lois Lane, spread over the couch, the upper buttons of the plaid shirt open, letting her bikini top show; she breathed heavily and her breasts moved up and down in a slow pace; her legs glowed with the flashes of moonlight that came across the window. Lois turned her head slowly and her gaze met his. She saw the glasses and the food – "that's so caring of him" – she smiled frankly and tapped on the seat beside her on the couch, signaling him to sit. Clark slowed the pace of his chewing, until it stopped; it felt as if he moved an inch, the moment would be gone, so he just stood still and quiet, just watching, with a dull grin on his face. After a few seconds, lois's smile faded.

Hey, Smallville! Stop checking me out! – she stood up and burst towards him – You look like a dork with that piece of turkey dangling on your lips!

Clark blushed uncontrollably; Lois took that piece of turkey from the corner of his mouth and ate it, smiling victoriously. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't beat her; sooner or later, she always wins, or at least that's what Lois thought. She took the glasses from his hand and started talking naturally, as if nothing had happened, while putting the glasses on the coffee table.

Oh! By the way, that thing you made looks yummy. Won't you be a good boy and give me a bite?

"She's winning again. I can't let it happen. The time for my payback is right now and I won't waste it!" – Clark took a deep breath, put the sandwich aside over the buffet and brought the confident smile back on his face. That was the time, so he just went for it.

A bite? Sure!

Clark put his arm around Lois's waist from behind and pulled her close to him, roughly. Lois, who was still leaning on the table, rose up immediately and tried to push Clark's arm, but wasn't able to do it. Clark used his free hand to cup Lois's face and she turned it back, trying to bite it, but who actually got to do it was Clark. He softly pressed his teeth along with his lips against her nape, causing Lois to shiver, and then whispered to her ear – So, want another one?

"Oh, yeah!", her body eagered to say, but her mind could never allow her to admit Clark Cow-lifter Kent was actually turning her on. She preferred to play dumb.

I meant me biting your sandwich when I said that, dumb, not you biting me! Now let me go, I'm too tired to play with you right now. – Clark didn't move. Lois tried to push his arm away from her waist again, but failed one more time.

Clark pulled her neck close to his face, so he could bite her earlobe this time. She felt the warm breath behind her ears and a moan escaped her mouth. Clark laughed and replied.

Well, then I guess your body appreciates my comprehension of your words, and I'm sure you like it better than food.

Lois tried to reply with scorn, but her body wasn't helping. She mumbled senseless sounds, tried to fake a laugh, but his lips and his nose rubbing her neck just didn't let her concentrate on anything else than the feelings of comfort and excitement that took her. But finally, a complete sentence came out of her mouth.

Oh yeah, definitely, but not with you. Sorry to disappoint you, Smallville.

Ok, so you're telling me you feel nothing when I touch you. – Clark loosen the grip a little and took his face off of her hair, allowing her to think more clearly.

Of course I feel something. It tickles.

Tickles?! – Clark laugh loudly – That's not what it seems as far as I can see!

That's because you're not seeing my face.

Ok then, let me tickle you a little bit more, mind you? – His free hand ran down her side to her leg and he grabbed the back of her thigh. The torture restarted in a deeper level.

Lois's knees weakened and her whole body melted… It was time to stop!

All right, game is over. I admit it, you moved me; now let me go. – Lois almost begged to be released, not realizing that Clark had actually already let her go. The hand that once held her belly was now just caressing her hips. Realizing Lois's lack of senses, Clark decided to go on.

That's not enough for me. I want to hear you say you surrender.

Ha ha, now that's too much to ask from me. – Lois said, between sighs. She rested her back on his chest, shivers running through her spine as she felt his skin against hers.

Clark wasn't sure if she really hadn't realized yet that she could push him away anytime, but he certainly wouldn't be the one to screw up the moment. He decided to take the mercy shot.

I'm sure you can do it for me. – he said, bringing both hands from her thigh to her bum.

Ok, ok, I'll do it. But you promise you'll stop?

I won't ever touch you again… I mean, except if you ask me to. – He said, with a devilish grin. His hands still under her shirt, rubbing her hips.

Lois turned her face back to look in his eyes for the first time since this "final round" had started; electricity ran through them. Despite what she was going to say should mean defeat and humiliation in that battle, but it felt so good to say it…

I surrender to you… -Martha?!

Lois immediately pushed Clark away; embarrassment all written in her forehead. Clark turned around and saw his mother standing, unable to close her mouth, as her chin seemed to weigh 16 tons at that moment when she entered her house and found them in that position. Clark's eyes were wide open, and he blushed so hard his face was almost purple. The awkward tension was so strong someone could pick it up and keep it in a box. Finally, the older woman spoke.

Very well, kids. I think it's time for us to have a little conversation…

THE END