4.32pm.
Lois appeared with a rather sheepish look on her face.
"What's up Lois?" he asked nervously.
"I have had a bit of a disaster."
"Well it can't be that bad, the house is still standing." Clark laughed.
Lois took Clark by the hand and led him back to the farmhouse. The smell hit him the minute they were near the house.
"That smell is delicious." He announced. "I can't wait."
She put her hand on his chest to stop him going in. "It is not the taste or smell of the food you should worry about. If you look at it, you won't eat it. The food is perfect but the presentation of it leaves a lot to be desired."
"Let me have a look. It can't be that bad."
"No, you are not going into the house until you put this on." She said forcefully as she handed him a piece of cloth.
"What's this?" Clark asked puzzled. He unfolded it and realised it was a blindfold.
"What the hell..." he exclaimed, wondering what was going on in her head.
This subject was not up for discussion. Lois applied the blindfold despite his protests.
"Lois, it can't be that bad."
"Trust me Clark. You need to wear this." She remarked.
Clark felt a hand grab his and he was pulled into the farmhouse. He knew he could look through the blind fold with his x-ray vision but he decided not to. She pushed him into seat at the dinner table.
The smell was driving him crazy, and not of the food. The blindfold had made his sense of smell kick in more and all he could smell was Lois's perfume as she stayed close to him. Suddenly he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck, which made the hairs stand up.
"Your dinner is in front of you Clark." She whispered in his ear.
He smiled and started to feel around for the knife and fork. He soon had his hands placed on them and picked them up.
"Lois, can you give me some idea of where things are on the plate." Clark asked nicely.
He never got an answer to the question, but he did feel the cutlery leaving his hands. "Why don't I help you." Lois replied. There was something different about his voice. If he hadn't known better he would have described her tones as seductive.
"Ok then." He smiled.
"Open your mouth." She demanded.
He did as she asked. He waited for some dinner, but soon felt something cold on his tongue. It tasted like pineapple. "What is that?" he asked, confused.
"You tell me." She replied.
"Pineapple? but I thought you had cooked something." He asked.
"I did, but it was a disaster so it ended up in the bin." She explained.
"So why did I need to be blindfolded?"
"Clark...are you a fan of the director, Adrian Lyne." She asked.
"I don't know him. What films has he made?" he asked despite his growing confusion by the questions.
"He made Jacob's Ladder, Fatal Attraction..."
"Oh yes, now I know. Didn't he make 9 ½ weeks?" he asked, impressed by his sudden burst of knowledge.
"Yeah that's right, Smallville. Have you seen it?"
"Yes bits of it." He commented.
"Which bits?" She probed further.
"You know..."
"No Clark, enlighten me!" she teased.
He went red. "The ice and fridge part." He gulped, as it started to dawn on him why she had been asking. Suddenly his shock turned to thrill.
"Have you seen it?" he asked wanting to prolong this conversation now he realised its connotations. He could not help himself so he played along.
"Yeah, this afternoon actually."
"Which parts do you like best?" he asked in serious tone.
"The fridge part too." She teased. "I often wondered what it would be like to do that to someone."
"Well, try me." He ordered her to continue, his head no longer in control of his emotion, his desire too strong to outrun.
He heard her giggle and then the fridge door opened. He waited for the first item of food.
Soon there was the feel of something sweet and juicy on his tongue. His taste buds instantly recognised cherries. Next came strawberries... Within ten minutes she had worked her way through the whole fruit family.
He hoped there was no chilli peppers like in the movie as he would have to act as though they were hot when in reality they did not affect him normally.
This was addictive. There were no words, just giggles between them. Lois was enjoying this as much as he was.
His dirty thoughts were soon distracted by the arrival of soda water in his face. He decided to turn the tables on her, grabbing the bottle out of her hand and covering her with water as well. She squealed.
He heard Lois get up, and start sifting through the fridge with growing urgency. "Where is it?" she muttered to herself.
"Lo, the maple syrup is in the cupboard."
There was no reply, just the feeling of sweet syrup pouring on his tongue. He reached out felt for the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. She was enjoying the taste of his mouth, the syrup only making things more fun. He felt some syrup running down his tee shirt so he removed it.
"Cream goes well with syrup." She laughed.
He felt the cream squirting all over his chest. He had had enough of the disadvantage of the blindfold and ripped it off to see the mischievous face of Lois staring at him.
"Aren't you going to get me back?" She asked.
He grabbed the can and squirted almost the whole lot down her top before helping her remove it. "I think we need to clean up." He winked as he started to work his way down her body with his mouth.
The heat was rising between them. Every touch of his mouth on her skin was sending waves of pleasure up to her brain making her let out a very audible moan. There interchange was soon disturbed by a beep. The audio feed was active.
Clark stood up and pulled her to her feet. He placed his finger to his lips and mouthed..."Bathroom." and pointed upstairs. She smiled. He started to pull her upstairs but she stopped. He stopped too turning around to see what was happening.
She scuttled off back to the fridge, went to the freezer and pulled out one of the ice cube trays before grabbing hold of his hand again and following him upstairs.