Part three: Icarus – Daily Planet rooftop offscreenville – sexy (PG-13)

"Can I open my eyes yet?" Lois asked, an impatient tone very obvious.

"What's the matter? Don't like being blind?" Clark replied.

"Hmph," she retorted.

"Okay. I won't keep you in suspense any longer. You can open them now." Clark watched as Lois opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

Her eyes widened considerably while she turned round and round. Clark found he could not contain his smile, especially when he noticed one gracing her face.

"Oh Clark, it's beautiful. When you said you were super-speeding me somewhere I never imagined ..." she trailed off in wonder.

"Here," he held out a hand to her, "come and sit with me." He pulled her down onto a soft blanket placed centrally on the Daily Planet rooftop. The globe, silently rotating above them, cast a small shadow by the strong, clear moonlight but Clark was more mesmerised by the reflections of the candlelight in Lois's eyes. He had scattered hundreds of them in-between heartbeats just moments before Lois opened her eyes.

"Candles. I like it." She smiled at him and he could see a memory surfacing. Her smile became a little shy and she glanced to one side. When she glanced back the smile was no longer shy. She lent forwards and touched her lips to his but she soon pulled back. "I like it a lot." Desire was evident in her eyes, possibly she was even reliving that first night a little. He certainly was. He licked his lips and tasted champagne. There was a small trace round her mouth. It was sweet.

"Lie down with me, Lois," Clark asked quietly. He lowered himself to the blanket and tucked Lois in next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm round her back. They gazed up into the clear night sky and let the twinkling stars wink back at them.

"So, how come you had no idea what was going on?" Lois said.

"Huh?" Clark queried.

"Mr X-ray Vision and Super Hearing had no idea there was a surprise party for us inside Watchtower." She turned her head to look round at him. He looked down and smiled at her, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

"I don't have them turned on permanently you know." He smiled. "Although ..." He lowered his voice and tightened his eyes slightly.

Lois sat up and slapped him on the chest. "Clark Kent! How could you say such a thing?"

He laughed and rolled over jumping to his feet in one swift movement. He strolled over to the corner where he had put all their gifts from the engagement 'do' and looked for a small cardboard box. Picking it up he smiled to himself and chuckled before turning back around.

Clark found himself stunned by the vision he saw. His wife-to-be was sat with her knees up to her chest, arms wrapped around them and face tilted up to the sky. She had her eyes closed. It was as if she were sunbathing ... in moonlight.

"You ... are ... so ... beautiful," he spoke. She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, smiling shyly again. He never would have thought that Lois Lane, of all people, would have a shy side. And that he would be the one to bring it out ... it amazed him. He strode forward and dropped to his knees next to her.

"What's in the box, Smallville?" she asked.

He grinned at her through lowered lashes but didn't reply. Opening the box he positioned the lid to hide the contents but Lois, ever the curious cat, tried to sneak her head round.

"Uh, uh, uh!" tutted Clark, wagging a finger. He then dipped that finger into the box and scooped up a large amount of chocolate frosting. When he brought it into view he watched Lois's eyes widen and her mouth dropped open a tiny amount. Clark held out his finger but then stopped just short of her lips. She darted forward to try and capture the delicious desert but he removed the temptation too far and she missed.

"Clark!" she frowned at him. He chuckled and put down the box revealing the remnants of the engagement cake to Lois's eyes. Leaning back towards her he tempted her again with his finger and she growled at him. Diving after the frosting once more Clark quickly popped his finger into his own mouth and licked it off.

He made a moan of pleasure as he removed his finger and he looked straight into his fiancé's eyes, daring her to do something. She took him up on that dare and leapt forwards, planting her lips on his. Her tongue teased open his mouth as she searched for the taste of fudge flavoured chocolate frosting. Clark brought his arms round her back and held her in place, allowing her to continue the exploration. When she eventually came up for air he reached for another dollop of frosting and, this time, held his finger still for her.

After enveloping his finger with her lips she sucked off the delightful chocolate and then began nibbling. When she finally released his finger she looked him in the eye and spoke softly. "So. Who should I be thanking for the cake?"

Clark tried to speak past the catch in his voice but it took a swift cough before he could make any sound. "Um, Courtney, I think."

"Remind me to send her a card," she said, her eyes dropping to his lips. He found himself licking them involuntarily. Her gaze returned upwards and they stared into each other's eyes for an eternal second then Lois smiled cheekily and dipped her finger into the box. Drawing it out she held it out to Clark but when he opened his mouth to try and capture it she moved and smeared it round his lips instead. When he sneaked out his tongue to try and lick it up she lunged forwards and claimed his mouth, taking the chocolate for herself.

Clark didn't let her move away, he continued kissing her. Keeping one hand behind her back he felt around with his other and dipped his thumb in the box. Drawing it back out he tenderly brushed her ear with it and then went in search of the sweet substance with his mouth. He heard her breath out deeply when he left her lips but he continued licking lightly along her cheek. When he reached her ear he nibbled on the chocolate covered lobe and felt Lois shiver in his arms.

"I don't think Courtney had this in mind when she brought the cake," Lois whispered.

"I certainly hope not, at her age," replied Clark. He brought a hand up and buried his fingers in her hair turning her head to allow more access to her neck, all thought of the chocolate ear-lobe forgotten.

Clark felt Lois shift her body and then her arms were round his back, pulling him down with her, back to the blanket. He rolled her to the side and started to raise up on his elbows when she shouted out in shock.

"Ahhh. The cake box!" Her elbow had landed in the cake and turned it into a terrible, squashed mess. She sat up and held out her arm; bent at the elbow. "Look at this now!" she sighed.

Clark looked ... and looked again ... then grinned sexily. "I can see, Lois." He bent down a little and began to lick off the chocolate frosting. Lois tipped back her head and giggled.

Opening her eyes she looked back up into the night sky and squeaked in surprise. "Oooh, Clark. Look. A shooting star. Make a wish." Lois smiled and pointed.

Clark drew back and looked into the hazel eyes which were focussed on the sky above. He could see the guttering candle flames reflected in them. He could see the beauty of her soul shining out of them. He could see his future residing in them.

"I don't need to wish for anything. I have everything I ever wanted right here in my arms."