Another long fic my friends. I hope you're enjoying it.

Chapter 5

Dinner had been more than uncomfortable. He had spent the whole time sitting across from her; her eyes always at her plate, never willing to look up at him. He thought about saying something, but all he did was stare at her while he ate, and when he did take his eyes off her, he could feel her eyes on him. It was unsettling to say the least.

Lois moved a fry around her plate as she looked at it with keen attention. She could feel his gaze on her again. The need to scream at him overwhelmed her, but she couldn't do it. Every time he looked elsewhere she would do the same thing, her eyes raptly attuned to his every movement. She had no clue why she was so entranced by him, or why she couldn't get him off her mind. Normally she finished all her food, but he was distracting her so much so that she hadn't even devoured half her burger yet. Chloe and Jimmy had finished their plates ages ago it seemed, both now digging into a piece of pie for dessert. "That looks tasty." She commented, trying to pull herself out of her Clark trance.

"It is." Chloe replied, licking her lips and savoring the taste by closing her eyes and moaning.

Lois watched as Jimmy turned red, a blush slowly creeping up his neck and ending at his furiously crimson cheeks. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she forked another fry and delicately placed it in her mouth.

"You're going to have to eat all your food before you get any." Chloe teased, looking at Lois and then glancing to Clark. She knew exactly what was going on, and in a way it made her happy and sad at the same time. She was happy that they both felt the same way about each other, but it saddened her that they were both too frightened to say anything to one another. If Jimmy hadn't been there with her she was liable to go insane with the silence. Lois was probably taking it harder than Clark, simply because she was the person who hated silence even more than she did.

Lois continued to stare at her plate, her eyes focused on her drink right beside it. She didn't know why she had ordered milk, but she should have known better that he was going to too. When she had told the waitress what to she wanted drink, she could have sworn Clark's eyebrows had disappeared high up on his forehead, but his eyes were baffling and she couldn't stand his gaze. She had looked away before making sure he was actually shocked or not. Sighing, she rested an elbow on the small table and stuck another fry in her mouth. She was hungry, but his gaze was making her nauseous. Fed up, she stared up at him and growled. "What?!"

Clark almost jumped out of his seat when she yelled, the fork in his hand jabbing on his thigh, the prongs bending outwards violently. He quickly averted his eyes from her and looked into his lap. He wanted so badly to say something, but words couldn't be found. There was nothing he could think of other than saying her was sorry, but he couldn't do it. He busied himself by staring into his lap as he began to straighten the fork with his fingers. Thankfully Chloe was sitting beside him, her hand coming to rest on his knee for reassurance. It didn't help though, if anything it made him feel even more miserable.

Chloe had been talking to Jimmy when Lois had erupted. Her first thought was that maybe Lois had chipped a tooth on a piece of hard food. Often times a surprisingly hard piece of food could do a ton of damage to the teeth. When she had looked over though, she knew instantly what her cousin had yelled about. Her eyes were staring straight at Clark again, but this time they were wide and angry. Clark was looking at his lap. As her eyes had drifted down, she had noticed that he was trying to bend his misshaped fork into place. He smiled weakly as she had placed a hand on his knee.

"Something wrong?" Jimmy asked, looking over at Lois, who was still staring angrily at Clark.

"No." Lois seethed, her eyes drifting over to Jimmy. "Everything's just fine." When everyone but Clark was staring, she dropped her fork on her plate and stood up. "I'm going to the bar to get a drink." She announced, quickly leaving the table and almost galloping to the bar.

When Lois disappeared from the table, Clark set his crude refashioning of a fork back onto it. With his elbows on the table, he slid his head into his crossed arms and groaned. Out of the corner of his eye he continued to watch her though. For some reason he knew she could tell. It was if they had a mental connection that detected prying and adoring eyes anywhere. Well, maybe it was just something they shared, but it was strange to say the least.

Chloe put her hand on his left arm and rubbed it. "Clark?"

"Yeah?" He asked, lifting his head so that he could see her.

"Are you okay?"

Even through his misery, he managed to laugh. "I can't believe you're asking me that?" He said with an awkward smile.

"I'm just being a concerned friend." She replied in defense.

"I know Chloe, and I appreciate it, but you know I'm not doing okay." His head sunk back into his crossed arms as it shook from side to side. "I just want this to be over." He said a second later, his words muffled by the barrier of his arms. "Keys please." He said, holding out his hand suddenly.

"What?" Chloe asked in surprise.

"I'm going to bed." He replied. "Keys?"

"Lois has the keys for your room." Chloe said with a sincere, but helpless smile.

Another groan escaped his throat as he slumped his head back down onto the table. "Can you go get them for me?" He asked.

Chloe barked out a sharp laugh. "I don't think so. You have to go over there and get them yourself."

"Jimmy?" Clark asked pleadingly, his head going up to look at the young man.

Jimmy was about to say yes, but his girlfriend's scowl kept him from doing so. "Sorry Clark." He said, grinning just a little at the man's fright.

He groaned yet again as he tried desperately to work up the courage and nerve to walk over to her. There was no way he could do it, and he knew it, but something told him he would have to eventually. Sitting up a bit, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He found a ten dollar bill and set it beside his cup.

"C.K." Jimmy said wit a hint of annoyance. "I told you Chloe and I would take care of everything."

"Then consider it the waitress's tip then." He replied, standing up and turning towards the bar. The lump in his throat swelled even larger as he stared at Lois with his bright round eyes. He didn't know what to do. Should he walk over and ask, or yell from the table? There was no one else except the four of them and a few hotel staff in the restaurant, but still, he didn't like raising his voice. He made up his mind and pulled on the collar of his black t-shirt. He could have sworn he heard laughing as he made the slow and arduous trudge towards the woman who made him so confused he could barely stand straight.

Lois's eyes went wide as she tried furiously to hide them from his sight as he came closer. She had no idea why he was coming anywhere near her, but it scared her beyond belief. The closer he got the more nervous she got. Shifting in her seat uncomfortably, she threw back a shot and pounded the bar counter for another. She had three down before he finally got there, his large frame towering over her as he once again invaded her personal space. Wow, she thought to herself. Her personal space was stretching out farther and father by the minute. He was nearly five feet away, not willing to get any closer.

Clark fought to find words, his throat tight and dry. "Uh, Lois." He said tentatively. When she didn't acknowledge his presence, he cleared his throat loudly.

"What?" She asked with an annoyed tone, masking her fright and uneasiness.

"You have the keys to my room." He said a second later, sticking his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor.

Lois had her fourth shot already down her throat as she looked over at him. He was so shy that he could even bother to look at her. In a way she found it so sweet and endearing, but in the back of her mind she knew she wouldn't be able to look at him either, if he was in fact staring at her. "Okay." She responded with a satisfied gasp, the sting of alcohol burning her throat at the same time. Reaching into her pocket, she grabbed the keys and hauled them out. Dangling them out to him, she turned her head back to the bar and tapped the counter for another drink. Once the glass had been filled back up, and she had noticed that the keys were still dangling, she frowned and looked at him. He was still staring at the floor, his head downcast, but his eyes fleeting up every second or two. "I'm not a leper." She said, her voice slurring just a little at her dizziness. It wasn't often she got hammered, and it usually took more than three shots to get her even a little tipsy, but she had already given herself over to the alcohol.

He quickly reached out a snatched the keys without looking. He turned away suddenly and threw back his own little jab. "And you're not a bouquet of tulips."

Lois's eyes followed him as he moved out of the dining room and back to the rooms. It dawned on her again that the next week was going to be absolute murder. Groaning in pain and frustration, she turned back to the bar and slammed back another shot. Tonight she was going to drown her worries away with the sweet and savory taste of lady liquor.

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Clark, having had trouble getting to sleep, knowing full well what his dreams would be of, rolled over. The alarm clock by the side of the bed read ten by the time he heard Chloe, Jimmy, and yes, Lois returning. He tried to focus his hearing elsewhere, but it didn't work. Lois was hopelessly drunk, his ears picking up on her slurred speech and boisterous attitude. He heard the other room door open, surely Chloe and Jimmy helping a drunk Lois into her pajamas and into bed. His eyes slowly fell down into place as he fell asleep listening to the gentle and boisterous voices in the room next to him.

Chloe struggled with Lois, who was making things more difficult as she moved around on the bed resisting, as if she was a three year old with a terrible tantrum. "Come on Lois." She exclaimed, trying desperately to get her into her pajamas.

"No!" Lois shouted, struggling against her smaller cousin's hands. "Who does he think he is?" She shouted again, suddenly lying still and allowing Chloe to undress and dress her.

"I don't know." Chloe answered, finally getting Lois down to her undergarments and into her pajama bottom. Jimmy was in the other room changing, but he came in as soon as she was finished with Lois.

"How about if we put her in the same room with Clark?" He asked, stepping closer. Lois didn't seem to hear him. She was nuzzled up to a pillow and drooling helplessly.

"Are you crazy?" Chloe asked.

"Just hear me out." Jimmy replied. "C.K. is already asleep. Lois looks like she's about to go into the dream world herself, why don't we just stick her in the other bed? Clark will never know, and we'll get this room all to ourselves." His grin widened as he saw the look on his girlfriends face turn from horror to realization.

"You know Jimmy, that's not a bad idea." She admitted. Looking down to the bed, she saw a half asleep Lois drooling. Smiling, she motioned for Jimmy to give her hand. Together they hauled her to her groggy feet and pulled her into the next room. Jimmy threw aside the blankets and Chloe dropped her cousin onto the bed. Lois groaned the whole time, but didn't open her eyes. Quietly, she lifted the blankets back over Lois and tip toed out of the room with Jimmy, two very large smiles shutting the door quietly behind them.

Lois groaned some more as she felt incredibly hot underneath all the layers. She figured she was still in bed, but her senses were so mixed up she could have been in a sewer for all she knew. She clumsily threw the hot sheets off of her and climbed out of the bed. She would have looked around the room for any other signs of life in the dim lit place, but she could feel vomit gurgling at the back of her throat. Quicker than she thought she could, she slipped into the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, her hair almost getting in the way. Again and again she vomited, her hands grasping clumsily to hold her hair back. Where was her cousin when she needed her? She asked herself.

When she had spent most of the contents of her stomach, she leaned on one hand and got to her feet. Dizziness overtook her, but she managed to stay upright. Holding onto the sink counter, she stared at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't see anything. She had forgot to turn the light on, and the only light visible was coming from the main room where the blinds had been left open a tiny bit. Groaning once again, she exited the bathroom after flushing the toilet, her head pounding as she walked towards the outside door and the curtains by the window. With a lazy hand, she pushed aside the curtains, only to be greeted with the largest and brightest moon she had ever seen. Her hands instantly went to the curtains again and closed them. Her head pounded like someone was hitting it with drumsticks.

After a few deep breaths, she opened the curtains more slowly, revealing a clear night, but a mountain of snow. The storm had passed, but in its wake were mountains of drifts and only one vehicle completely covered in snow. Her head turned at the sound of snoring. Her eyes fell to a motionless figure on a bed, the blankets rising slowly and dropping even slower. It took her a few seconds to register the fact that it was Clark. With a finger to her temple, she steadied herself and felt the dizziness and confusion pass for a brief second. What was he doing in the same room as her? She closed her eyes and opened them again. The moonlight had lit the room up quite significantly, the brightness even allowing her to see the color of the bed sheets he was under. A soft groan emitted from her lips as she walked closer to he bed and stared down at him. Who was he to deny her what she wanted? She thought to herself in her drunken stupor. She was Lois Lane, she got what she wanted, and she wanted him. She wanted him so badly she could feel the heat between her legs instantly rise to an almost burning level.

Fed up, her thoughts and confusion coming to an abrupt end, her drunkenness adding to her displeasure, she flung aside his blankets and looked at him. He was curled up in the fetal position, his left arm under his pillow and his right resting by his chest. With a devilish and lustful grin, she gently placed her knees on the edge of the bed and rolled him over. He didn't wake, but he moaned at her touch, his eyebrows rising in the cutest way. A small smirk crept onto her own lips as she positioned herself on top of him, straddling his abdomen with her legs. In her drunken state her mind had released all her constraints, clouding her judgment and in the end allowing her to act without consequence. She wanted him, so bad, and the alcohol had allowed her to lose all thoughts about why she shouldn't be straddling him. Giving herself completely over to her lust, she leaned down over his face and kissed him.

Clark was in a dream world, a place where all his thoughts and troubles were pushed aside. He dreamt that he had Lois in his arms again. Together they soared through the skies, their clothes whipping violently in the wind. The look on her face was priceless, but in them he could both feel and see the lust that she possessed. The next thing he knew they were in Oliver's apartment, his body leaning over hers on the physiatrist's chair, but this time there was no invitation present. Instead he was breathing in her aroma, his hands caressing her hips and her waist, slowly making their way up to her breasts. He brought his head down to kiss her. As soon as his lips touched hers he thought he had awoken.

His eyes drifted open slowly, a moan escaping his throat as he tried to keep the feeling of lust present. As if his mind had answered on cue, his lips began to move. He was kissing somebody. Looking up, he noticed who it was. Smiling, still thinking himself asleep, he kissed back. His lips devoured hers, his tongue pushing her for entrance. When she opened her mouth, he slipped inside, causing another moan of pleasure to escape his mouth. He lost himself in the warmth of her mouth, his eyes closing instinctively as he felt his mind relax and instinct take over. Her body shrank down to him; her breasts touching his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. Things were right where he felt they should be, and he pulled back to take a breath, but tasted something foul in his mouth. It tasted like alcohol. Instantly his eyes shot open. He wasn't dreaming, he was actually making out with Lois, on his bed, and in the hotel room. Quicker than a cat, he shoved backwards trying to get out of her grasp.

Lois had gone to cloud nine in her drunken haze as he had reacted the way she wanted him too. She could tell he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and his tongue and lips made her body tingle and shake. He tasted so good, but she had to pull back for a breath. When he had done the same thing, he opened his eyes and stared in horror. She couldn't quite comprehend what was going on, but when he tried to get out of her grasp, she finally understood. "Smallville." She whimpered, crawling up to him as he positioned himself up against the wall at the back of the bed.

"Lois." He said with a shaky and frightened voice. He didn't know what to do. On one hand he wanted her so bad he thought about giving in and ravaging he like he never thought possible. It was obvious she wanted him. On the other hand, he knew she was drunk, and that in the end is what led him to make his decision. "Lois. No." He said with a soft and squeaky voice. He pushed her shoulders away as she tried to lean in for another kiss.

"Smallville." She breathed through clenched teeth. Her body was tingling and her mind was reeling. She felt on the verge of unconsciousness, but her need of him kept her awake. "I want you Clark." She hissed, leaning closer. This time he didn't stop her. She could tell that her words were getting to him. With a sly grin, she moved her legs and draped he arms around his neck and entangling her fingers together. She was holding herself up as she sat on his lap, her legs open and positioned to each side of him. "God Smallville." She breathed, even closer to him than before. Her lips were mere inches apart from his. "Take me. I know you want to."

Clark felt his mind become like butter in a microwave. His thoughts melted at her words, her sultry and lustful words. "Lois." He said again, but not in warning this time, but in reciprocated lust. His body took over as he pushed his lips up against hers. He had thought he had given in, allowing himself to finally get past the barrier that he knew he had wanted to cross so many times before. It all went away as he felt her trail a hand down his back and to his waist. The instant she came within touching distance, he pushed her back, his mind screaming a million curses. It was wrong, she was drunk, he couldn't do this to her. He scrambled from her grasp and ran to the bathroom.

Lois sat there in shock, her right hand on her chest as she breathed heavily, her eyes closed. They had been so close, but he had pulled away. In her drunken haze she could feel the anger build up, but disappear quickly as her mind wandered back to his touch, his kiss, and everything she loved about him. Slipping off of the bed, she crawled into the other one and curled up in the blankets. She may have been drunk, but she still felt empty and ashamed. She had surprised him, and even herself, but she knew then he wanted her so much. Tears escaped her eyes as she hugged herself for comfort. Maybe he didn't want her? She thought to herself, the alcohol tossing her emotions and thoughts into a haze of confusion and longing. "He doesn't want me." She said to herself softly, crying into a pillow as she felt the sick to her stomach once again.

Clark stood at the mirror, his eyes wide in terror as he stared back at himself. He told himself over and over again that he hadn't just done what he thought he did. No! He screamed to himself in his head. He couldn't have been doing that with Lois. After a few minutes of terrified staring at himself, he allowed his hearing to drift out of the bathroom. He could hear Lois, crying. His eyes widened as she mouthed a few words. His heart broke at them, his mind trying to settle them, but they ate away at his soul. "God." He cried helplessly to himself as he closed his eyes. He wanted her so badly, but not like this, no, not like this. She was drunk, and he couldn't take advantage of her like that. What scared him the most was that he almost did, and in the back of his mind it scared him so much all he wanted to do was cry. He didn't though; instead he steeled himself and exited the bathroom. Getting a grip on his emotions, he walked over to the bed and knelt down beside Lois, his knees on the floor. She didn't see him, her eyes closed and tears flowing softly down her nose and cheeks. "Lois?" He asked.

"Clark?" She replied, her eyes fluttering open as she desperately tried to wipe away the tears that stained her cheeks. When he gave her a helpless smile, she closed her eyes and grinned back, more tears threatening to fall. When she reopened her eyes though, they were pleading and thoughtful. "Why don't you want me?" She asked.

Clark sighed, his eyes closing and opening slowly. He wanted her, but her slurred words were all the evidence he needed to deny her want they both desperately wanted. "I do." He admitted, knowing that she would forget it all the next morning. "I want you Lois, with all my heart." He smiled as her tears fell down her cheeks once again.

"Then why Smallville, why do you refuse me?" She asked, her tears flowing in earnest. It felt like rejection, even if he said otherwise.

"You're drunk." He replied simply, placing a hand on her cheek to wipe away her tears.

She felt her heart flutter at his touch, her left hand reaching up and placing it on top of his. "So?" She asked, opening her eyes and looking into his soft blue-green orbs."

Clark actually managed a laugh. "So?" He asked. His laugh died down to a small throaty chuckle. "I could never, Lois, you know that."

"I know." She replied, smiling helplessly. "That's why I love you Smallville; you're too honorable for me." She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

Clark pulled his hand from her face and clenched it. Even if she was drunk, and not able to keep her mouth shut, the word 'love' still hit him like a semi head on. Groaning, he said, "Goodnight Lois." and crawled into his own bed. A few tears escaped him as he clutched to the blankets in frustration. She had said she loved him, and even if she was drunk, he knew it was the truth. What hurt more was the fact that he was unable to say it back, even if he knew he wanted to. She was drunk, and she wouldn't remember a thing.

Lois stared at his still form until he fell asleep. By his position on the bed, she could tell it was a restless slumber. With her drunk mind still in control, she lifted the blankets off herself and climbed out. Her head went instantly dizzy as she tried desperately to steady herself. After a second, her head ceased swimming for a moment and she walked the small distance between their beds and lifted his blankets. As delicately as she could, she crawled in with him and put the blankets back over them. "I won't be drunk tomorrow." She said softly, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling into his back.

Something in the back of her mind told her that her happiness would come to end when the morning arrived, but she allowed herself to feel giddy for the moment.