Epilogue

"I guess by the look in your face that that … little problem you and Clark had is already solved." Chloe eyed her cousin suggestively.

"We sorted some things out," Lois answered nonchalantly.

"I bet you did. It's been years since I've seen Clark looking so relaxed." More than the sex issue, the younger cousin was interested in knowing if a certain secret had been revealed or not. Being one of the few members of the super exclusive club was becoming a burden for her.

Lois only smiled.

Chloe pushed it a little more, but always being very discreet, knowing that Clark, who was in the living room with his mother, could hear every word she said.

"It's good to know he's finally with someone, he's been alone for so long."

Lois shrugged. "You know how Clark is. He doesn't allow many people around him. He's very precautious."

"Precautious."

"Yeah, he's very guarded about himself, if you understand what I mean."

"I think I do." Chloe nodded, not sure of what that meant. "Does that bother you?"

"No, why should it bother me?"

"You know, Lana was always pushing him, demanding him to tell her everything about himself."

Lois laughed. "About Smallville? Oh, come on, Chlo, we've known each other since we were teenagers. What could he be possibly hiding that I don't know already?"

Chloe laughed along. Either Lois was doing this on purpose or Clark didn't inform her about his other identity yet. "Well, a few weeks ago you thought he was gay."

From there they heard Clark coughing and Martha's worried 'Clark, are you all right?'

"That's in the past, a stupid misconception." Lois said quickly.

"I'm glad you talked about it."

The smile on Lois' face broadened. "We didn't exactly talk about it. In fact, we didn't do much talking lately."

"Oh." Chloe's eyebrows arched up.

"It is more a catching up thing," Lois shrugged. "For the lost time, you know."

"I think I understand," the younger cousin said dubiously, not sure she wanted to continue with this conversation.

But Lois insisted. "As you said, it was worth the waiting."

"Really?" The look on Chloe's face was priceless.

Lois grabbed the salad bowl and spoke as they walked to the living room. "And the fact that we can do it floating three feet above the bed only makes it even more interesting."

"Clark," Martha asked her son, "Would you open the wine for me?"

"Sure, mom." He was accomplishing the task while his mother did the final touches on the table. After a moment, he added. "You don't mind that Lois and I are sharing the bedroom, do you?"

"It surprised me when you said you were, but you are a grown up man, Clark. And the fact that you are tells me that everything is all right between the two of you."

Clark smiled. "It is."

"I'm glad you told her the truth about you. It wouldn't have worked otherwise."

"Actually, I didn't tell her, mom. She found out on her own."

"How?" Martha's eyebrows arched up.

"To make a long story short, during an investigation, she dragged me into a warehouse full of kryptonite. I fainted and she saw the suit while trying to wake me up." Clark poured himself a glass of water.

"And what on earth were you doing in a laboratory full of kryptonite?"

"She was chasing a lead and I accompanied her. You know her, mom. If there is a sign that says 'dangerous, keep out', Lois will get in. I had to protect her."

"Well, now that she knows everything about you, she'll learn to be more careful, how to protect you, for a change."

Clark was sipping from his glass when something he heard on the kitchen made him choke.

"Clark," Martha patted his back as he coughed, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

"I don't remember seeing you coughing before. Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?"

"Yes, mom, don't worry, I just choked on my drink." He checked that nothing had flown away.

His mother looked dubious. "Why don't you tell the girls to hurry up? Maybe they need help in the kitchen."

Alert to what Lois was saying, Clark blushed. "I don't think I want to go in there right now."

"Why, are they talking about you?"

"The worst part is that they both know I can hear them."

Martha laughed. At that moment, Lois and Chloe appeared at the living room with the salad.

A while later, they were having dinner together. The evening was calm and relaxed and they all chatted animatedly about the events of the past weeks. Chloe left soon after coffee and Lois and Clark accompanied her to the car.

"So gay, huh?" Clark shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans as he watched Chloe's car drive away.

Lois smiled wickedly and she patted his chest. "But you proved me wrong, didn't you?"

Clark shook his head. "Yeah, but still …"

"Don't make such a big deal of it, Smallville. I never really thought you were. I was just venting my sexual frustration against you, which by the way, you were responsible for."

He wrapped his arms around her under the starry night. "And all this catching up thing has already fixed that."

"A girl can't have any privacy with you. Didn't your mom teach you that it is wrong to eavesdrop?" She smirked.

"Didn't your dad teach you that it is wrong to ventilate your intimacy?"

"Didn't you ever watch Sex and the City?" Lois arched an impertinent eyebrow. "Women talk about this stuff all the time, Smallville. Get used to it."

"There is no way to win an argument with you." He grinned.

"No," she moved her face closer to his. "So stop arguing."

Their lips met and there was nothing chaste or argumentative about the kiss. Just the promise of more catching up for the lost time.

"Three feet above the bed," Clark said reflectively as they parted. "I don't remember trying that one before."

"We don't want Chloe to take me for a liar, do we?" She smiled provocatively.

"Hell, no." Clark took her hand and led the way to the house.