IT'S THE DRESS

Before he knew what was happening, a soft shoulder found him and slender hands was holding him…

"Lois…" He smiled instantly and even though he was stumbling, he felt light as a feather.

"Come over and sit down big guy…before you trip over your feet again…" she glided him over to the same chair she was in seconds ago. But when she attempted to move out from under him, he kept his arm around her shoulder purposely.

Looking at him in confusion, he just grinned at her.

"Yourr not goin anywhere…we need to talk…"

"Great…You're drunk and I still get the lecture!"

"Jhimmy is a great guy…"

"Okay…"

"Good, I'm glad we got that strraight"

"That's It?!"

Clark frowned, "You agree don't you?"

"Yes…absolutely…I'll never do it again…you're absolutely right." She pushed some coffee at him and he pushed it back at him.

"I don't need dat…I feel great!"

"Sure you do…" she looked at him with amusement and couldn't help smiling, he was adorkable in his present state…it would be so easy to take advantage of him. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, but she brushed it aside.

"Gosh!"

As plaid as Clark Kent was, she was absolutely sure she had never heard him say "Gosh."

"Gosh??" She said in an almost laugh.

"Gosh…I really like that dress…" he propped his head in his hand as he watched her freely. It felt good not to worry about things…

"Really?"

"Yeaaa…"

A shiver went down her spine, as she realized how dangerously close to seduction they were headed.

"How about I get you home to bed…"

"Really?" Clark grinned and started to stand up "Shouldn't we dance first?" he teased easily
She was sure he could see her blush from her head down…she quickly stepped back away from him as he started to wrap his arm around her waist.

In exasperation she spoke up
"To sleep…to sleep off this hangover you're having!" she said
Feeling reckless, he reached over and wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear..."I still want to dance first…"

He was acting suspiciously like he was flirting with her. On that realization, a sudden battle over reason and desire exploded within her. She suddenly wanted to do and not think. Follow him in whatever direction he was going.

Instead, she found herself asking him straight out…"Are you flirting with me?!"

Clark pretended to frown, and responded…"No…of course not…Besides, you're the one with the hangover…" Again he grinned, and refused to step away from her.

"Yea, right..." Instead of resisting him, she positioned herself under his arm and started leading him out of the building. All the while she was terrible aware of him watching her non-stop. He smelled like heaven, and his hand was stoking her bare shoulder.

He was hitting on her…intentionally or not and it was making her heated and dangerous.

She pushed him against his truck and held out her hand for his keys. He hesitated and then smiling lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, and then stroked it with his thumb before releasing it.

"Clark…" she said softly. He just looked at her longingly and brushed her shoulder with his hand once again. She decided to err on the side of safety and said reluctantly but gently in a low voice that gave him chills, "You're not acting like yourself…"

He could see the desire in her eyes, she just knew it, and right at the moment, it was as if his trademark puppy dog looks were more intense than they had ever been.

Suddenly she realized, anytime he had given her one of those looks, he was actually wanting to fool around, fool around with…her.

"I feel more like myselff then ever"…he slurred with purpose "eespecially when I'm with you".

"What? That didn't make sense Smallville…"

"Lo-iss, I never feel more free to be myselff than I do when I am with you."
He was rubbing her arm and leaning into her. Quickly she put her hand on his chest and he instantly felt her heart beating very fast.

Quietly he asked her "Are you nervous? He said amazed that he had that sort of power over her.

It felt good, he wanted to push her buttons more. His conscious was in limbo at the moment, all he could think of was the softness of her body, the way it molded against him perfectly, the way he wanted her to be vulnerable around him, purring under him…letting him own her.

"Please…Just because you put away your plaid for a day and gone all GC on me doesn't mean I've forgotten who you are…"

"Are you saying you like the way I look?" he grinned at her again…this was getting more fun by the moment.

She frowned at him and held out her hand…"Any time you would like to give me the keys so we can get out of this place would be good."

His hand dropped from her shoulder, and she felt cold from its absence, as she mentally shook herself, he dug in his pocket and pulled out the keys.

But when she attempted to take them from him he snatched them out of reach and said "Not so quick…firsst you have to admit someting…"

"What?" she folded her arms over her chest and wondered how many ways she could kill a certain bartender.

"You like me…admit it."

"Yes Smallville …it's a newsflash…I like you...in spite of your plaid, in spite of your homegrown albeit warped sense of humor…now give me the keys!" as she swung her arm to grab them he leaned back knowing it would cause her to crash into him, and she did. With a firm grip and determination he wrapped on arm around her waist

"No…admit you really, really, really like me." And with every really, he bent his head closer to hers.
Alarms went off in her head…"Is this some sort of warped spell…or could he really..." and then out loud she said "No!…No way" but she wasn't answering his question.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and pulled away from him.

"Watch out Smallville, you fixing to bite off more than you can chew…" she said with a furious energy as she turned to unlock the vehicle.

"Ah ha…!" he said loudly

Startled she looked over at him and frowned

"The foosts on your other shoes now isn't it?"

Anger melted away, and she made a mental note that whatever faux pas she committed, she was never this goofy when she got drunk. She smiled and turned back to the door and said…"You got me there Smallville…"

"Where?"

"What?"

"You got me where??"

She turned and patted his shoulder and said…right there…just stay right there where I've got you…Okay?"

"Ookaayy" he slurred happily and patted her hand...hoping he could make it stay there.

Struggling with the keys she held them up only to realize that they were her keys and not his.

"Smallville! What are you doing with the keys to my car?"

He mustered up all the seriousness that he could manage and replied, "You shouldn't be driving in your condission…"

"Keys?"

He dug in his pocket and pulled them out and handed them to her and smiled. Again turning back to the door, as she was opening it he started to chatter

"I feel sooo good…"

"Of course you do…just wait until the morning and then tell me how you feel." she was fumbling nervously with the keys. "What's wrong with me...it's just a lock..." she thought anxiously

"No really I feel…I feel…I feel like flying…"

"Flying really?"

"I have a problem with flying…but you make me feel like I can fly…" he said in all seriousness

Lois just looked at him, shook her head and turned back to the car door. She finally put the key in the lock and as she was turning he quickly knelt down and jumped up- a swoosh of air later he was in the air, only to fall back down when he became dizzy. Lois turned just in time to see him kneeling on the ground.

"Well now, look who's been grounded?" she said amused.

She helped him up and eased him into the truck, all the while he was still smiling at her. She reached over and grabbed the seat belt to buckle him up, and his eyes found her cleavage instantly. and his X-ray vision just came to life and he couldn't stop himself from looking if he tried, he didn't try to stop at all. She was unaware of what he was looking at until she raised up after buckling him in.

"Oh man…" was all he said at the same moment he looked up and saw an unreadable look on her face…passion? Anger? Indifference? It seemed to both her and him that time froze.

He struggled to find something to say, only to find she hadn't moved and her pulse was racing….

He grinned again and thought…"She wants me…Man oh man…"

He was checking her out, literally checking her out…she was not sure how far they would get before her defenses started to crumble. What was worse was the look in his eyes, as if he was about to do something foolish, like pull her to him and feel her up, and then...and then what?

Nervously she pulled herself up and pretended nothing had happened. He looked at her with disappointment, and for a second his resolve faltered.

"What if she doesn't want me…"

The door slammed as she turned the motor over and screeched out of the packing space. Silence engulfed them both.

He thought about the way she was looking at him at work, and the way she kept putting one hand on his chest and rubbing it gently, the time she spent all afternoon after his first day of work taking him to the mall and picking out the best clothes for him…

"She has to like me…"

Clark finally turned away from his thoughts and towards the figure driving. Slender, with a body that should have been made just for him; he had forgotten the world for a moment.

He knew under that dress was no bra and lace under ware made to make a man sweat…"Why isn't she trying making me sweat?"

"ist'sthedress…"he finally said

Lois narrowed her eyes and counted to ten in her mind…She could feel him staring at her…he had been for the last ten minutes. She thought saying nothing would be the safest thing to do.

Finally she answered him.

"Excuse me? What's exactly wrong with the dress..."

"Not the dress I mean…the dress is great…really really great...man...it's just that you're…you're wearing…I mean you not wearing…"

"Just how do you know what I'm wearing and not wearing?"

"I couldn't help it you were just so close and I…I mean I…"

"What? You what…"

"I can't think about anything else when you dress like that…."

"Oh…" she couldn't have sounded more vulnerable and receptive if she tried. Lois could not believe in a million years the turn the conversation was taking. But to her further dismay, he leaned over slightly and said…"Or when you don't wear certain things…"

Her face red, she replied "I get it Clark…Look, can't we just drop this?"

She heard nothing from him, and involuntarily glanced over, and found herself surprised to find him gazing lovingly at her face and smiling. Quickly she turned her attention to the road.

"I really like that dress you know…" he said in a whisper.

Lois said nothing in reply, but struggled to maintain her control. Clark was acting smitten, and she was feeling as if she should oblige him right here and now. If the drive was this dangerous, how much trouble would it be getting him into his house?