Chapter 2- Arthur
The Justice League was taking a well-deserved break; all of the boys and girls had been working hard and needed a little downtime to refresh themselves. The world of evil and disaster had been relatively quiet and Oliver decided while things were slow they should all get some rest. If something happened they could be back in action in no time.
Arthur Curry was glad to have some time off; life was getting way too hectic for his beach-bum lifestyle. His plan was to head out to the east coast for some surfing. Oliver's private jet was being used by the bossman, so AC had to resort to taking a public airline, which meant he was stuck in Metropolis another night.
Other than his fellow Justice Leaguers, AC didn't really know many people in Metropolis. He figured he'd pay Clark a visit at the Planet—and hopefully convince him to go out for a little fun. AC wasn't getting his hopes up.
He strolled into the newspaper building, hands stuffed into the pockets of his faded jeans. It was confusing as hell inside and he had no idea where to find Clark. He stopped a young girl, flashing her a charming smile. "Excuse me… where can I find Clark Kent?"
The girl's directions were easy to follow, and in no time he had found the bullpen; the heart of the building. Since he didn't see Clark at first glance, he wandered between desks, checking out each nameplate as he went by.
AC stopped dead in his tracks, staring at one plate in particular; it didn't read Clark Kent.
Lois—not recognizing Arthur—stopped behind him, hands on her hips. She cleared her throat loudly, irritated that someone was standing over her desk. "Can I help you?" Lois demanded.
With a smirk of amusement, AC picked up the nameplate. "Lois Lane…." He replied, looking over the letters of her name. She was certainly the last person he had expected to see. Of course he knew about her job at the Planet, and that her and Clark were the hottest news team in the media world, but he didn't think he'd come face to face with her. He still hadn't actually.
Huffing in annoyance, Lois reached around him and snatched the name plate from his hand. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to touch other people's stuff?" She asked, slamming the plate on her desk as she looked up at him, fire in her hazel eyes. The fire faded to a slow burn, and the curious green exploded as she stared at him. "Fishstick?"
He grinned down at her, remembering the nickname she'd given him. Lois liked dishing out nicknames. "Hey beautiful…" He replied, unable to keep the grin from turning to a genuine smile. As he continued to beam at her like a moron, AC thought about the short time he'd known her. He usually never thought about taking off and hoping from one place to another until he left Smallville. Sure their sweet but brief relationship had been nothing as instrumental as hers and Ollie's had, but he'd still wondered what would have happened if he hadn't left so quickly.
AC couldn't help but think about the night before he'd left. He'd tried to kiss her, how could he not. She looked so amazing with her beach hair, wavy from their swim at the lake. The sun had kissed his skin and it glowed a beautiful golden colour. And then there'd been her lips, those full, luscious lips. Watching them all day, when she smiled, when she pursed them, when she sipped from her glass had driven him mad with the need to taste them. When he finally did, she'd tasted so much better than he ever could have imagined. And the way she finally began to yield and collapse against him, into his arms; then Clark walked in.
"You look great…" He added. It was undeniable that she looked great; her inquisitive eyes were just as they had always been—searching for the meaning in everything, her flawless skin was tan and healthy –looking. AC couldn't resist reaching out a hand to touch her cheek lightly.
To which she promptly smacked his hand away and stepped back to create some space between them. "Uh… thanks…" Lois waved it off as if he'd told her she had crumbs on her shirt. "Look… I've really got a lot to do… Why are you here anyways?"
"Wanted to see Clark."
Lois sighed softly. "Smallville's not here… so maybe you should come back later or something." She suggested as she sat in her chair and turned her computer on.
"Well… you're here. So I was thinking I could stay and catch up." AC explained as he sat on the edge of her desk. A charming grin swept over his face as he leaned down. "Or maybe we could grab a bite… just the two of us."
With a roll of her eyes, Lois leaned back in her chair, folding her arms over her chest. "I can't… I have work to do… and bes-"
Lois' voice was cut off when Clark seemingly materialized behind AC. "Hey AC..." The pair startled. "Lois… how's that deadline?" He asked, giving her a teasing grin.
"Creeping up… and the more time I waste with you two dorks the less time I have to meet it." She snarked, returning an amused smirk. Lois sat forward, her eyes dancing over the computer screen. "Why don't you two go away?" She asked, waving a hand in their direction.
Clark chuckled. "She's probably right… AC why don't we go grab a coffee?"
"Sure…" AC murmured in reply as he followed Clark away from Lois' desk. He glanced over his shoulder at her, once again admiring her. She may have waved him off with a work excuse this time… but that wasn't going to happen again.
