MARATHON MAN

In all his life, Clark Kent had never experienced being hung over, this morning became the exception. Thoughts dancing around his head, he at first thought he had come in contact with some new kind of kryptonite, something that would give him wild dreams and a killer headache.

But as his senses slowly came back to him, he realized he was not alone in his bed.
Someone was with him, and that someone was as naked as he was. Whoever it was, they were asleep, he could tell from the soft noises coming from their throat. The lady in question felt as if she was on her back, her hair was tickling his face.

He had dreamed about Lois, but he knew for a fact that never in a million years would Lois want him like that. She had always made that fact perfectly clear. Which meant whoever was in bed with him was more than likely a stranger. His hand was on the woman's flat stomach, and in an attempt to remove it gently, he accidently brushed it against her breast.

A blush exploded on his face, and a microsecond later a voice he never expected to hear in his bed spoke…

"Clark please…I'm too sleepy…" she mumbled lowly

His eyes opened and laid out in front of him was the one woman he never thought would get within ten feet of an intimate relationship with him. Eyes closed and her head tucked under his arm, she was lying on her back, and the covers were pulled off of most of her.
The last time he had gotten a good look at her was also the only time he had gotten a look at her. It was an accident of course, and more embarrassing for her than it was for him. Still it was in that moment he had truly realized….Lois was really a brunette.

Clark had a thing for brunettes.

After that he was glad at first that she had dyed her hair, it made her less tempting. But that didn't work for long. He started imagining her with darker hair, and then, as if reading his mind, she stopped dying her hair.

It was if she was made just for him, for his pleasure and his pain. He had thought about saving her from all the calamities that she found herself in, only to be so grateful and overwhelmed that she would end up wanting to reward him…reward him like this.

These fantasies were absolutely ridiculous he knew, but he hadn't been able to stop himself.
He couldn't stop looking at her and his raging headache seemed a lot less important all of a sudden. Her hand finally found the edge of the cover and started to pull it back up to her chin. But his hand had a mind of its own when he surprised himself by tugging at the cover until it pulled out of her hand.

"Cold…"she mumbled to the man in her bizarre dream…only to be ignored.

She was lying naked in her bed, for what reason she had no idea and the man in her dream was looking at her. She felt around for the cover again, only to find a hand covering hers. She then felt the arm underneath her head, and realized the mattress she was lying on was a lot softer than hers.

She sucked in a deep breath and let out a sigh, thinking to herself, that this was just her overactive imagination. But when the dream man growled, she then realized…this was no dream….And if this wasn't a dream…then the man she had dreamed about…and the man she was lying with…were the one and the same…which meant that she had just spent the night with….Her head shot up and her hands grabbed the cover and finally after all of that she looked into the face of a very surprised Clark Kent.

He didn't say anything, but looked at her sheepishly, and tried very hard not to smile, but he couldn't get the picture of her tucked under his arm out of his mind.

"Oh crap…."

"Lois…I think we…I mean I'm pretty sure…I …uhh…we…"

"I know…" and then biting her lip she looked at him flushing red and said…"Can you stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?" He said more innocently than he really was.

"Like you…like I'm…oh crap!" then falling back on the bed she pulled the covers over her head.

His head was pounding, and he knew that was his cue to get up. But he didn't. Instead he laid back down pulled the cover off her head and at the same time he pulled her to him.

Skin on skin she protested but quickly.

"Okay…look here marathon man…"

"Marathon man? Are you giving me a complement Lois?" He was grinning at her, she couldn't see it, but she just knew it.

"This is….we shouldn't…really Smallville…a little space to let me get a grasp on this…"

"I don't know how it happened, but I have your hangover…" he moaned very loudly

"I think that's called payback for all the trouble you caused me…" She was attempting get up, but his hand found her waist, and then firmly pulled her back down.

Then in a whisper, she tried another approach to finding some distance…

"Clark, just what do you think you're doing?"

"I don't know….but I don't want you disappearing for two weeks …"

"What? I don't…"

"Lois, every time a relationship gets complicated, you disappear."

She pulled again to no avail, he moaned again." Lois please…for once stay put…"

"This is not my fault!"

"I know…I was there…remember?"

"And this definitely is your fault!"

"Lois…please…my head…"

"You should have thought of that before you got drunk!"

"Lois I didn't get drunk…you did."

"Why don't you sleep it off…then I can go home and …"

"Lois if you get up…I will follow you…"

"Why?"

"Well…"

"Don't answer that!"

He raised his head back up and looked in her eyes…

"Lois…relax…it's just you and me here…we are already here…running from this isn't going to change anything…"

"I'm not running….really…" her heart was pounding, and if she could have bolted without being caught she would have. She knew he could tell she was lying.

Rising up to a sitting position, he grabbed his head and groaned again.

"I can see that we are going to have this conversation now…"

She rose up and pulled away from him slightly, and then asked with a red face…

"What do you remember?"

He just grinned at her.

"That much huh?"

"Let's just say I've learned how to get the better of you…"

"I'm being serious Clark…"

"What…was I so…

"No….just the opposite…you were…" and then nodding her head and mouth open, she felt the blush grow throughout her body.

"You're scared…"

"YES!"

"It's okay Lois…I'm nervous too…"

"Nervous is not scared nervous is doubt, where as scared is fear!"

"Lois you're babbling…"

Biting her lip, she then asked…."You want to turn around while I get up and get dressed?"

He just looked at her.

"You're not turning around…"

"And you're not going anywhere…"

"Clark…seriously…"

"Five time Lois…and two of those times were your idea…"

"Not really…"

"You want details? I specifically remember you…"

"Okay, okay! So I got carried away…I wasn't thinking I was…I …I…"

Red faced she slammed back into the bed, and turned so her back was facing him.

"Happy?"

He didn't answer instead he lay down beside her, and put his arm around her. Her subsequent sigh gave her feelings away. Pulling her closer so she would know he heard her. He also gave a noise of satisfaction from deep within his throat.

Scared of what was to come, running was always the best option. But this time she knew…there was no running from this, he had no intention of letting her. Instead he had acted just the opposite of what she expected.

She at first thought he would be upset and angry and worse, embarrassed. But now, she knew….he was none of those things, instead he was satisfied, possessive and demanding.

All this time, all night they had been involved in a battle of wills, only until this moment, she hadn't realized it. He had gotten the better of her several times and then had reminded her of it this morning.

Her heart began beating as she realized…he wasn't just battle against her…he was battling for her…owning her.

Sighing once more, she heard him tell her, "Stop thinking so much and go back to sleep Lois…"

He had changed everything between them…on purpose…not by accident…but specifically and deliberately

She then wondered "But why?"

But then she knew why...

He wanted her…he had always wanted her. The realization made her shiver.