TOAST, COFFEE AND LOIS FOR BREAKFAST

The moment she heard him softly snoring, she eased up and made her way to the shower and then shutting the door, she locked it for good measure.

He raised his head up and wondered if she really thought she was fooling him. It didn't matter, his head felt bad, but still he speed down the stairs and grabbed her dress, and then speed back up stairs, hiding the dress under some of his clothes in a drawer, he then laid his head back down and moaned.

She wasn't sure what she should do. Hot water washing away the insanity of the last twelve hours did nothing to ease the butterflies that were having a field day inside of her. This was like a dream, an all too nice dream that surely would blow up in her face.
Out of all the guys that she imagined would finally overcome her well built defenses, Clark Kent wasn't even on the list.

Ok. So he liked when he was intoxicated…just how bad would things get, with him and her sitting across from each other all day? She then talking to herself out loud in the shower, she began worrying obsessively…"Would he even be interested…or is he just going to give me the brush-off properly? Or maybe he'll come to his senses slowly and then be all awkward and nervous about it….Damn, damn, damn…what the hell am I going to do about this!"
A knock on the bathroom door scared her, and she responded with a shriek and "What!?"

"Unlock the door…"

"What!?"

"Unlock the door…"He said in a unintentionally commanding tone. His head pounding, he didn't know what she did for a hangover, but he was going to find out, shower or no shower…

Sticking her head out of the shower curtain and glaring at the door, she responded with, "Are you insane? I'm taking a shower!"

Smiling and grinning to himself he was surprised at how amusing a shy Lois was to him. A side he hadn't really seen before, but he now gathered she had it well hidden under her sarcasms and sharp tongue, thinking of the saying "The best defense is a good offence…" He realized that is exactly what she had been doing all along.

He had been so blind…if he had ever moved past one of her carefully aimed shots just once; he would have found relief a long time ago.

He knocked on the door again grinning, waiting to see what she would shot his way next.

"Look Smallville, I just got in here, and I'm planning on taking a marathon shower so wait your turn!"
She stuck her head back in the shower and put her head under the stream of hot water hoping that somehow it would drown out all the warning bells going off in her head, and what Clark said next didn't help , no that didn't help at all.

"Don't you think that if anyone should get the marathon shower, it should be the marathon man?"

Silence as she looked over at the door, half angry half aroused and feeling completely stupid, she was a loss for words, her Lois Lane…this is what she would be reduced to while he was doing whatever it was he thought he was doing. Slowly she stepped out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around her, apprehensively putting her hand on the knob and wondering quietly to herself if she had at last lost her mind, she opened the door, expecting to see the bouncy and grinning Clark of Last night, only to be completely surprised and the man leaning against the door frame, looking very green around the gills.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and then before he could answer she put herself under his arm and led him to the sink…"God Clark! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?" then grabbing a wash cloth, she put it under the warm water of the shower and wringing it out she began to wipe his face.
Both hands on the sink, he was propping himself up.

"God Lois, I feel like my head has been taken off by a freight train…how can you stand this?"

Smiling at the thought that she didn't have the hang over this time, she said "Actually, I don't seem to have a hangover this morning."

Normally he would say something, but instead he moaned…

"Ohhh….what can I take that will stop the spinning?"

"Uh oh…"

"Uh oh what?"

"I'm guessing you've never took a drive on the porcelain highway?"

He just shook his head at her, and she said "Give it a minute…"

She had lost her towel helping him, and not only did he grin about it, he stepped on the towel as if on purpose, although he was swore it was an accident.
The wide grin on his face made him much less than believable. Rewrapping it back around herself and helping him back to bed, she realized she wasn't getting out of there as quickly as she had planned.

Putting her hand on his forehead, she felt ridiculous, because of course this was a hangover, not a cold. But looking finally in his eyes, she half expected to see him checking her out, instead he was looking at her face.

She ignored the sensation it gave her as she straightened up and told him. "What you need is black coffee, vitamin B and toast…fortunately for you….I know how to make toast."

"How lucky can a guy get?" he said with a pained smile

a minute after she walked out of the room, she walked right back in…"Just what did you do with my dress?"

He looked down at the side of the bed and grabbed his shirt and threw it at her and then just grinned. But that didn't last a second as his head hit the pillow.

Smiling a sarcastic smile at him she left the room.

Feeling absolutely ridiculous she had brought up a try with coffee, toast vitamins, and a flower. She didn't even think of the implications of the flower until she reached his door. Holding the try in one hand and glaring at the flower in her other hand, she finally set it back down and hoped that her world wouldn't start spinning again.

He was lying on his back with his hand covering his head and he was still moaning. She couldn't help but grin. "Chop chop Smallville, help is on the way…"

Opening one eye, she was all legs wearing nothing but his shirt. He didn't take his eyes off of her, especially her legs as she sat beside him and placed they tray in his lap.
He took one sip of the coffee, and made a face…

"Lois…this is horrible!"

"I know it's a little strong…"

"A little??"

"But it's hangover strength, so drink up…go ahead…"

He just looked at her.

"You want to get better don't you?"

Frowning at her he drank some more of it making horrible faces while he did, which made her grin with delight. Looking at the toast, it was dry and didn't look much better than the coffee.

She picked up a piece of toast and handed it to him.

"Lois. If this is what our 'morning after' is going to be like…I think you better let me do the cooking."

She just gave him a sarcastic frown.

Then there was that awkward moment when he was almost finished with everything, he kept watching her, and she tried acting like nothing had happened. But the moment he was looking at the tray instead of her, she started to get up, only to have his hand catch her wrist to pull her back down. Giving him a nervous smile she sat back down.
He stared at her with one of his intense looks, which unsettled her to no end.

Smiling at her in an attempt to ease her mind, he reached up and started to unbutton one of the buttons on the shirt she was wearing, reaching for his hand to stop him she quickly blurted out in a panic…"whatareyoudoing?"

"I always wear this shirt open…"

It was funny and made her smile, and she found herself answering with a laugh "No you don't!"

"I do…I always leave it open." She had released his hand as it made its way down to a second and third button.

She then gave him an intense look of her own, and decided that she had indeed lost her mind. And then she carefully took the tray and set it on the floor, then moving the cover away from his body, she quickly straddled him before she could get nervous and change her mind. His fingers were working the last two buttons and he slipped the shirt off of her.

She had found his boxers and was removing them from his person and then coming back up to him she leaned in and kissed him first.

In a second she was on her back.