A splitting headache caused Lois Lane to awaken at the earliest hour she had ever arisen since she was five years old, on Christmas Day.
Feeling groggy, she shifted her head, wrapping her arms around her pillow. Or, at least what she thought was her pillow. Wondering where she was, she attempted to sit up, only to be held in place by Clark's arms, which were wound around her waist.
Looking up, she saw the sleeping form of Clark Kent, whose tufts of dark hair were in disarray. Making him look a little sexy, I might add...
Wait, did I just think that??
Shuffling through her aching head, she found a few dull memories of the previous day, but, needed to know the finer details, like:
Why the hell were her and Clark sharing a bed?!
Unable to wait until a more decent hour, she shook the farm boy, saying "Oi, Smallville!" in harsh tones.
"Wha-? Oh, morning Lois." Clark said as he spotted her, oblivious to her confusion.
Why isn't he freaking out?! Oh. My. God. We didn't...?!
"Clark, what happened?" she was becoming hysterical. Had he been drinking??
"What happened, what?" He wasn't getting it.
"We didn't...?" she suggested.
"We didn't, what? Lois, can't you just ask me a straight-forward question?"
Why is he so slow? Can't he take a hint?
"We didn't sleep together, did we?" she asked consciously, nervous about the answer.
"Well, yeah." he stated bluntly.
"What?! What?! What?! What?!"
"Lois, I didn't think that it would be that much of a shock..."
"Shock?! Not much of a shock?! I think that us having sex is a major shock to me!" she screamed. How could this have happened? I can't have slept with Smallville! He's not even surprised... Why? Why isn't he surprised?
Lois' thoughts were interrupted by Clark bursting into laughter.
"What?" She thumped him. Hard. Not that it hurt. "This isn't funny, Smallville. This is serious!" she reasoned, but his roars only increased in volume. "What the hell is so funny? Tell me now or so help me I'll..."
"I'm laughing because we didn't have sex!" he interrupted, still chuckling.
"What? But you said..."
"I said that we'd slept together, not done anything else." He resumed his laughter.
"Oh." was her only syllable. "Oh well that's good then." she stated.
There was an awkward silence for a few seconds until it was, as always, broken by Lois. "Well are you gunna let go of me or what?" she said, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Oh! Oh, yeah, sure. Of course." he replied flustered.
Slightly reluctantly, he released Lois, who hopped up and went to take a shower.
Clark lay their for a while, breathing in the remaining scent that belonged to Lois. He knew that he liked her, a lot, but something kind of important stood in the way of his feelings. Not his powers, no, they'd become an issue later. It was Lois Lane herself. The truth was, she didn't feel that way about him, she was obvious about that fact on a daily basis. Clark guessed that this was payback for all those years ago when a certain blonde now ex-reporter was foolish enough to love him, and he hadn't returned the feelings so she was left to get over him.
From his list of failed relationships, so far, only one of those people remained close to him and Clark wasn't going to take any chance with Lois. Her friendship was too important to lose.
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Meanwhile, Lois walked out of the spare bedroom, wearing one of Clark's shirts. Since they had left Metropolis in such a rush, Lois hadn't had time to grab any spare clothes, so she was stuck wearing whatever she could find around the house. Although Clark's shirts were large, her long legs stuck out of the bottom, which made her conscious of how much skin was showing.
Lois Lane wouldn't care about this! Why am I even worrying? Just walk downstairs, and act normal...
Following her own advice, she walked into the kitchen. Only to be met with her startled cousin's stare.
"Heya cuz!" she greeted, trying to ignore the look on Chloe's face.
"Hello." she stretched the word, emphasizing that she was skeptical. "So what would you be doing here at 7 a.m.?"
Lois was getting her point, but before she could answer, Clark came to her rescue. "We were following a lead on a story, and got into a bit of trouble, so we thought it'd be better if Lois stayed here." he stated simply. Lois noticed that he chose not to mention that they had shared a bed... Good move.
Her daydream of the events of this morning, lit up her face, a fact that Chloe didn't miss. "Hey, Lo. Can I talk to you for a minute? You know, out there." Chloe took her cousin by the arm, and steered her into the living room, away from a bewildered Clark.
"Fine, I'll just be in the shower." he stated before disappearing upstairs.
"Okay, spill. And I don't want the clip notes version, I want details." the blond pressed, her reporting side showing.
"There's not much to say." Lois defended, really not wanting to head into the subject of her and Clark.
"Like I'm gunna believe that! Hello? Do you even remember who got you into reporting?"
"Nothing happened! It's like Clark said, I'm here because of our story. There's no other reason."
"Right, well that might be the case. But I know you Lois, I know you well enough to know when you're not telling me everything. So tell me, before I ask Clark."
"Fine!" Lois gave in, and explained the previous nights events, as she had managed to fill most of the blanks during her shower.
A smile widened upon Chloe's face as the story progressed, showing her delight at the two's growing closeness. Her cousin was acting out of character for Lois, and now she knew why. "You love him, don't you?" she asked, causing Lois' face to redden.
"Who? Smallville?" She followed this by emitting a short burst of air from her mouth. "There's nothing romantic between Lois and Clark."
"Sure there isn't." Chloe said, turning away from her cousin, "But remember Lo, once you cross that line, it's pretty hard to make a return trip. Just, be careful, okay?" she softened at the last part, not wanting Lois to get hurt.
"Don't worry, I can handle myself." Lois reassured, but, honestly, she wasn't so sure.