"Kent, Kent," Lois was impatiently shouting at the man behind the desk.

"It's not here, madam."

"Check again," she growled. Clark came up behind her with a friendly smile.

"Like I've told you 3 times before, Mrs. Kent, there are no Kents registered here tonight anywhere on this computer."

"Did you spell it right?" Clark asked. "K-E-N-T."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I was spelling it with an i instead of an e," the man apologized, as he typed in the right spelling.

"What moron spells Kent like that?" Lois demanded.

Clark set down the suitcases and did a very daring move. He put an arm around Lois' waist. He felt her tense up, but she had enough sense not to pull out from his grasp in front of the hotel people. "You're not exactly the best speller in the world, dear," he gently chided her.

"I can spell Kent," she muttered but out loud she said, "I was just worried that we wouldn't have a room."

"That's alright, madam. I'm the one at fault. I need to see your IDs and your marriage license."

They gave it to him and after a couple of minutes of typing things into the computer, he gave them back and said. "You're checked in. Here's your room key." Clark took it and started to pick up the bags.

"Don't worry about your bags, sir. The bellhop will take them right up to your room. They'll probably get there before you do."

Clark nodded and they headed toward the elevators. "Look, Lois, a fountain."

"Big deal. Let's go."

"It's pretty. Don't you want to stop and look at it?"

"It's a stupid fountain. It shoots out water. What's there to look at? What are you doing?" she asked, smacking his hand away.

"I'm trying to hold your hand. That's what couples do and don't forget we're still around other people. We're acting more like an old, married couple trying to rekindle romance than newlyweds. It would help if we stop and look at things like we have all the time in the world. Everything's beautiful when you're in love."

She let out a heavy sigh but then took his hand and squealed, "Clarkie, a fountain! Can I have a penny to make a wish?"

He smiled at her exaggerated enthusiasm. He dug through his pocket and found a penny. Lois, still holding onto his hand, turned around, closed her eyes briefly, and threw the penny over her shoulder. Then they continued their trek to the elevators.

"What did you wish for?" Clark asked with a grin, swinging her hand playfully.

She grinned back but her voice was deadly serious, "I wished that as soon as this is over, I'll never have to spend another moment with you ever again."

"Uh-oh."

"What?"

"You told your wish. Now the reverse is going to happen. You'll have to spend every moment of your life with me."

"Don't even joke like that," she said, pushing the elevator button.

"Maybe other lives too."

"Shut up," she said as the elevator dinged and they got on it. They were silent as the elevator climbed to the 15th floor until Clark said, "Do you know what some couples do in the elevator?"

"Clark, I swear you have been driving me crazier than normal over this marriage stuff and I've been pretty patient thus far but one more unnecessary taunt and I will become a widow."

"Lighten up, Lois. You tease me way more than I tease you and it's not like we get married every day. You have to admit all this is a little funny."

"Just remember you were warned."

"Okay, I'll stop but only because you're my wife." She glared at him and she tightened her fist. "Last one I promise."

They got off and found their room. Lois quickly surveyed the suite and said, "Not bad, considering the paper's paying for this. I'll have to try out the Jacuzzi some time. Let's go down to the casino now."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? It's what we came here for."

"We don't want them to know that. Think about it. Newlywed couples don't go to a hotel to gamble their first night there. They—"

"I know what they do. What the heck are you doing?"

Clark had rubbed off some of Lois' lipstick and rubbed it onto his own lips.

"Smallville, are you feeling okay? If you wanted some lipstick, all you had to do was ask."

He didn't answer but messed up her hair. Then he grabbed her and whirled her around, so that his back was facing the door.

The door clicked and the bellhop came in with their bags. They both looked at him. The bellhop stuttered and blushed, "I—I'm sorry for interrupting." He quickly set the suitcases down and shut the door.

"What was the point of that?" she whispered angrily, incase the bellhop was still in earshot.

"We've got to play the part. How would it look if we were just standing and talking?"

"Like hormones don't rule over our brains and how did you even know there was someone out there?"

"Count your blessings. I could have actually kissed you."

"But we both know you're smarter than that."

Clark smiled, considering he'd let her kiss him twice, he must have been very dumb. He could only imagine what she would say if she knew that bit of information.

"Quit smirking," Lois interrupted his thoughts. "I don't know about you but I have a touch of jetlag, so I'm going to turn in early. You're taking the couch as usual."

"Lois—"

"Let me guess you don't think that's a good idea. Fine, I'll take the couch."

"It's not that. What if the maid comes in and sees us sleeping separately? They can get into our room without our permission."

"That's what they make the Do Not Disturb sign for. It's even written in 10 different languages."

"Better safe than sorry."

"I suppose you're right but just how far do you want to carry this, in the name of being convincing? Maybe I should have your baby too."

"Actually, that's not a bad idea."

"Clark!"

"I'm joking," he said, throwing up his hands and laughing.

"I told you once about joking, especially with someone who will be sleeping right next to you all night and we're sleeping in all of our clothes."

"No argument from me."

"No, I mean all of our clothes. Open up your suitcase."

"Lois, that's a little extreme. We'd get too hot."

She sighed. "I get the bathroom first and I get to pick the side I want. I also reserve the right to kick you out of bed anytime I want to."

"That's okay with me."

She grabbed up her traveling case and went into the bathroom.

Clark laughed. He was still getting a kick out of the situation. Especially because it was the first time he could recall getting the upper hand with Lois in their constant battles and holding it for so long. "No one ever told me reporting was this much fun."