A/N: Like i promised the Second Chap and Clois Smutt.
Thanks, to loweltan for the awesome beta work on my chap and for ultraomegasuperdude, for helping me to write smutt...and Thanks To all my reviewers, you guys are great!
Chapter 25: Cruise (Day 3) I'm the Boss...I'm Bossy!
At the big round, umbrella table for 6, Lana and AC already sit as far from the other as they possibly can. They're still not over what happened to them earlier in the girls' suite and it is apparent in their faces and attitude.
Lana sits there and munches on some carrot sticks, she keeps her eyes busy everywhere except for where AC sits. He aimlessly busies himself with looking over the drinks menu, he nervously clears his throat every minute or so, while he thinks over in his mind all the ways he can kill Bart.
"Hi ya, guys." Lois taunts, breaking the tension between Lana and AC as they arrive at the table. "How was ya guys sleep?"
Lois smiles wickedly at them, as everyone takes their seats, she sees fit to make her seat on Clark's lap, and ignores the glares and looks being given by the others, especially by Lana who starts to choke on the carrots sticks.
"So, the night was that good, huh?" Lois says sarcastically, at Lana's reaction.
Clark gives her a quick shake, telling her to behave herself, as her fingers runs through the back of his hair.
"Bart should know all too well." AC sneers, his arms cross against his chest, as he stares coldly his way. Bart shrugs, as an evil grin plays on his lips, he eats from the fruit and vegetables appetizers on their table.
Lana nervously swipes her hair back behind her ear. "No-Nothing happened...nothing!" she repeats, she says the words more to herself, as her hand grabs tightly around her drink, she pulls it up to take a long swallow. She forces a smile across her face as she returns the cup to the table. "So, it seems things went great for you two last night."
"Yea, when he's not brooding...Smallville, can actually show a girl a good time." Lois teases him; she looks deep into his eyes and leans in slowly and places kisses on his lips to grate the nerves of one Lana Lang. He presses hard against her lips, his hands snakes around her waist as he pulls her closer to him.
Lana's smile dwindles as she watches the happy couple, never in all her years dating Clark did they ever once look like what he and Lois has...it didn't even come close.
"Get a room you two..." Chloe quips, she throws a piece of fruit at them to stop. "We would like to keep our breakfast down."
Lois turns around on Clark's lap, and sticks her tongue out at Chloe, and throws a piece of fruit back at her. Chloe laughs, as she dodges the piece of fruit, so happy for her cousin who wasn't this guarded little girl hiding behind walls anymore.
"Hungry, Smallville?" her voice sultry as she asks.
"For you, always." Clark returns back.
Lois leans toward the table she holds her arm around his neck for support, she picks up a strawberry from the tray, and dips it in the chocolate sauce the fruit surrounds. She settles back down in his lap, and brings it to his mouth. He opens his mouth to bite down into it but Lois pulls it back form his mouth in a teasing way. His eyes raises up to hers, to give her a playful, dirty look for taunting him.
She cocks her head to the side, her eyes giving back a seductive look, as her lips curled into a grin. Slowly she brings it back to his mouth, and allows him to bite into it this time. The chocolate smears his lips as she pulls it away. Lois alluringly runs her tongue over her lips before bending down to taste the sweet bliss of his.
"Dude, don't yo guys think you should save that for tonight?
"Why? Not enjoying the show?" Lois says playfully, before she attacks Clark's lips again, he breathes heavily at her seduction.
"Well, Well, Well if it isn't Psycho !" a familiar voice says, as it cuts through the conversation at the table.
Lois lips halts upon Clark's, her eyes narrow at the voice, she didn't have to see to know exactly who it was...Chrissy. Lois turns herself on Clark's lap to face her, the steely gaze never leaves her face.
"Well, Well, Well..." Lois mocks back in disgust. "...if it isn't my latest victim...shouldn't you still be in the ER, being worked on?" she eyes Chrissy over, and sees the bruises and dark marks that still cling to her face, and around her eyes. Her neck sports a brace from the many times Lois' fist came in contact with her head.
"From the look of it they either did a horrible job...you didn't give them a chance to finish...or Oops, that's right...I'm sorry, this must be you all natural."
Chrissy cuts her eyes deathly back. "Please, don't flatter yourself...you weren't that good."
"Right, that's why I'm here and you're way over there." Lois says evilly taunting her, as she points to emphasize the words "here" and "there".
"Well let's change that..." Chrissy challenges. "How bout you bring your ass over here, ...coz I don't know about you but I don't go over to dogs...they come to me."
Lois grips the table tightly with her fingers about to break, she moves forward to make her way over and give Chrissy another beat down, seeing as how she didn't get enough the first time. Clark quickly wraps his arms around her stomach, to keep her in place as she struggles against him to break free.
"Lois, don't! You don't have to prove yourself to her again."
Even Bart has to restrain Chloe, he takes hold of her arm to stop her from doing anything. "Chrissy, why don't you leave while you still can, or my cousin won't be the only one you have to worry about."
Chrissy lets out a laugh at this, she cocks up her brow in disbelief that Chloe has the nerve to do anything. "Right, and you are, again?"
Chloe rolls her eyes, and slumps back in her chair, AC stands up from his, and faces her with his arms folded defiantly. "Chrissy, just leave, we don't need anymore trouble from you."
"Yeah, Leave!" Lois yells demandingly, while she still struggles against Clark to free herself. "I think I hear some paying customers calling your name...don't keep them waiting for the goods!"
Chrissy scrunches her face up burning in anger, she watches Clark cling onto Lois. "So, you decide to risk your life, after all...she says to Clark about Lois. Chrissy turns to glare at Lois, "If I was you, I'd be careful. You never know...someone might one day come along and steal him away from you."
Lois lunges forward to get after her, but Clark's arms hold her in place , to not let her get far.
"Like Hell!" Lois screams out, fighting a losing battle against his strength, he refused to let go.
"Chrissy, it's not going to happen...So, Leave!" Clark demandingly shows his exact distaste for the girl. "You've overstayed your welcome as it is...or do you really want me to let her go."
She steps back as if he would do just that, and remembers her last ass whipping from the fiery brunette on his lap...she really didn't want a repeat performance. She's about to retort back when her mobile phone starts to ring its set tune. She smirks down at it in her hand before she brings her eyes back up to theirs.
"Have to finish this another time, then."
"No Chrissy, this is finished!" Lois seethes through her teeth, they watch as Chrissy does a small wave and walks off.
"!" Lois sneers.
A second later Lana's cell begins to ring, she quickly grabs it up from the table to check the ID, and excuses herself. "I have to take this...be back in a sec."
"Hello?"
"What's wrong, you sound upset?" Lex asks, pouring himself a vintage 1947 black brandy from his expensive collection, he's in a bit of a mood to celebrate.
"Nothing...just one pain in the ass brunette!" she scoffs out.
"Ahh, Lois Lane...she does have a way of crawling under people's skin." Lex snorts out, as he sips his drink and exhales the sting from his throat. "...but don't worry about it, the will be taken care of soon enough."
"Good!" she replies. "The sooner, the better."
"Whoa! This is kinda a surprise to hear come from you; she musta really did a number on you?"
"Let's just say, she has something I want...that should be mine..." she says. "...So, what's with the call?"
"Oh, yes...tomorrow." he replies simply, his lips curled into an evil grin.
"Tomorrow, it is then." she replies back, getting the message.
"Yes, now remember to just stay low until the fire dies down...don't get in the men's way, they know what they're doing, and I'm counting on them being greedy."
She nods behind the phone. "Until then"
"Until then." Lex repeats, he hangs up his cell and places it carelessly onto the bar stand. He turns around to the whimpers of a young lady, tied tightly to a chair, her mouth gagged and face smeared with tears and black mascara.
His mouth widens into an evil smirk, and kneels down in front of her, he raises his hand to her lovely face, wiping at her wet cheeks.
"Shhh..." he whispers, in his sick way to try and comfort her. "...Dear, poor...Lucy, where's big Sis now to rescue you. Don't worry, I just want one Lane girl dead...behave yourself and I might just let you live."
Her eyes widen as fear takes control, in the mirror of her eyes Lex smiles evilly, as he strokes her straight brown hair.
Chloe picks up her water glass and takes a long drink to cool herself. "At least we can't complain that things are boring." Chloe laughs out dryly.
Clark loosens his grip on Lois' waist, she pulls away to sit in her own seat, and looks bitterly at him.
"What?" Clark asks innocently.
Lois cocks her head to the side. "You didn't have to do that...I "can" handle my own battles, Smallville."
Clark gives her a pointed look. "Lois, I'm your boyfriend...it's kinda in the job description to do." He leans toward her to kiss her, but she pulls away, still bitter inside.
"Come on guys, the breakfast buffet is open...lets grab something to eat." Chloe laughs, everyone rises up from their seats to get some much hungered after food.
"No, everyone back down!" Lois demands, they exchange looks of confusion and drops back down to their seats. "Clark is going to get our food for us...I did after all win "the Bet"."
"Ha, Clark lost!" Bart laughs out, Clark glares at him.
She turns her head to him , a smuggrin on her lips. "Well...Clarkie?"
"So, it begins." Clark huffs, sarcastically, he rolls his eyes as he rises out of his seat. The dreadful feeling in his gut tells him that this is going to be one long day.
"Right away...Sailor." he smiles widely, as he walks away to get the food.
"Hey!" Lois retorts. "...and without the sass, Thank you!"
After he gives everyone else their orders, he places Lois' plate down in front of her and goes to sit down in his seat, all too ready to settle the growling in his stomach.
"Ah-Hem." Lois clears her throat, and points pointing her plate out to him.
"What?" Clark nearly yells, due to his annoyance with being Lois' slave.
Lois rolls her eyes, and lifts the plate to him like it should be obvious, she sees confusion is still apparent on his face. "...I clearly asked for "scrambled" eggs, Smallville not broiled."
He stops himself from snatching the plate from her hands and smiles mockingly back to her smug grin.
Bart leans over to whisper to Chloe. "...but she did order the broiled eggs."
"Do you really wanna get in between Lois and her fun?" Chloe asks rhetorically, humor in her voice.
"Yea, right...good point." he says, and along with Chloe, they watch as Lois enjoys the power she has over Clark...maybe enjoying it a little too much.
The rest of the day wasn't any better for Clark; Lois was taking every advantage of her win and showing no mercy to him.
At the pool...Lois had him apply sunblock to her body, fan her when she was hot, and serve her, as well as the other girls drinks, whenever they wanted. When Clark wasn't in use, he had to stand next to Lois, towel over his arm, held out in front of him like a waiter. He would answer her call, the snap of her fingers, or her saying, "Oh...Clarkie?" in that annoying playful voice she reserves just for him;he didn't know which was worse.
Clark comes back; a silver tray in hand with the girls tropical drinks, he hands em' to them. They lay on the white beach chairs, sporting their choice of bikinis and sunglasses, relaxing as the sun kisses their skins to a golden brown.
He stands over Lois, carrying her drink on the tray; she lifts up the sunglasses from her eyes, looking up sourly at him for blocking her sun rays.
"Yea?" she asks annoyingly.
"Your drink, Lois." he replies impatiently.
"Oh, right." she says in a teasing voice, she takes her blue-hurricane drink from the tray. Clark tries to walk away but is halted...
"Uh-Uh, Clarkie." Lois saunters. He spins around toward her, annoyance spread on his face. "...it's not cold enough...needs more ice."
"Needs more ice!" Clark angrily mocks back.
"Uh-Huh, Smallville." Lois says, holding her hand up to him. "No complaining, it's not becoming of you...now chop, chop...that drink isn't getting any colder."
She lays back, as she replaces the sunglasses over her eyes, her lips in a wide smirk as she went back to enjoy the nice hot sun. Clark looks down at Lois, and then to the drink in his hand.
"Looking a bit hot there, Lois." Clark says, an evil smile on his mouth.
"Well, yea that's why I want that drin-..."
She doesn't finish her words; her body jerks upright and she screams, as Clark pours the cold drink upon her, and laughs at his little stunt. He bends down toward her, as she sits there frozen by his action, she couldn't believe he did that.
"That cold enough for ya, Lois." he teases, as he pushes back a piece of her hair from her face.
Lois slowly turns her head to him, her eyes set in a cold glare, all for punching his lights out if she knew she could do it without breaking any bones.
"Don't worry...that ice is coming up." he slyly quips, he stands to his feet and walks off smugly to get her a fresh drink with plenty of ice.
"Yo, Dude having fun?" Bart calls out from the pool, floating on a ring floaty as Clark walks by.
Clark looks back at Bart, who laughs as he lounges in the clear blue floaty. Clark focuses his eyes onto the plastic ring, soon the red rays comes forward, and burn into the ring. It makes a loud popping sound, the air quickly rushes out which causes the floaty to collapse and Bart sinks in as the water swallows him up.
Clark walks away, now he's the one to laugh, he acts like he didn't have anything to do with it...Hours later, they tire of the pool and pack up to head off somewhere else.
"Where to now?" Lana asks, as she walks along side Chloe as AC and Bart come up to them, wrapped up in towels, just coming out of the pool.
"There's a couple shows to check out for one, plus there's still a lot of activities we haven't done yet." Chloe says, as they make their way from the pool.
"Good idea, lets go." Clark says, eagerly in hope for the show, at least then there wasn't much that Lois could make him do...at least he hoped.
"Hold up there, Speedy Gonzales." Lois smirks, giving him a knowing wink to her words, he rolls his eyes and sighs heavily.
"You go on ahead Chlo...we have plans of our own."
"We do?" Clark asks confused, not knowing of any such plans, but says it in a happy tone, thinking she may mean "alone time", and she sees this so on his face.
"We do now..." Lois smirks and laughs at the hidden desire on his face. "...Whoa there, Clarkie...keep Clark Jr there down...that's later." she replies as she gives giving him a sultry look.
"...but now, I have two thousand dollars of prize money in my possession and 3 levels of stores calling my name, Smallville...So get that tight butt of yours moving ahead of me, I like to watch. she says brushing past him after she throws her purse into his hands. Clark drops his head; this day wasn't ending fast enough.
Chloe stands beside him, and places her hand on his arm. "Don't worry Clark, just keep telling yourself, "Only 7 more hours of the day left." she breaks out in a laugh.
"Yea, thanks a lot, Chlo." he says sarcastically after her as she and the others walk off to do what they wanted.
"Come on, Clarkie! There's a lot of stores to hit and not much time for them all."
"Stop, calling me Clarkie!" he growls under his breath as he turns around to catch up with her and notices her purse.
"What is this!" he yells out after her. "Since when did you own anything Pink!"
"It's easier to spot...since you are going to be the one carrying it for me." she laughs out wickedly. "Who's laughing now, Clar-kie?"
Clark grinds his teeth together...this day was definitely not ending fast enough.
The door to the girls' suite fly open as Clark pushes his way through, his arms and hands filled to the brim with bags and bags of clothes, shoes...whatever else Lois wanted. He growls and makes his way in, he wasn't tired from the weight of all the bags, with his strength he could carry 100 times more. He was just sick and tired of trying to keep hold of all of them without dropping any.
"Finally, all done and home.' Lois smirks, as she walks past him and drops the small bag she carries on the couch.
"You sure?" Clark grunts out sarcastically. "There's still a lot more stuff back at the stores you haven't bought."
Lois rolls her eyes, and turns around to face him, her hands rest upon her hips. "Come on...I wasn't that bad, Smallville."
He gives her a look that says, "Yeah Right" as he still clings to the swarm of bags. "Fifty-Seven bags, Lo...shoes...shirts...jeans..."
"Yea, I get it!" she smirks, as she holds her hands up to him to shut him up. "So, I went a little shopping happy..." he gives her a look. "...Ok, maybe more than a little, but you act like I got all of this for myself. I did buy..."
"Ok!" Clark cuts her of, more than ready to get rid of the bags from off of him. "Where do you want these?"
Lois cocks her brows, and purses her mouth at his impatience. "The kitchen."
He turns and starts to wobble in that direction. "No, no...the bedroom, mine."
He stops, to let out a sigh of irritation, he carefully changes directions, to head to Lois' bedroom.
"Um, no that's not going to work...I have enough junk..."
Clark fed up with her constant change of mind, stops in the spot he was before. He holds out his arms and lets all the bags drop off of him, he then brushes pass her to flop down on the couch.
"...or there is just fine." Lois smirks, as she spins on her heels to face him, she watches as he slumps deep into the couch and rests his head back against it.
"Anything else you want me to do...your highness?" Clark, breathes out.
Fed up with doing all that Lois said to do for the day. He was embarrassed carrying her pink bag around the huge mall while guys and girls gave him funny looks and laughed out at him. Lois calling him "Clarkie" loudly everywhere they went only added to the humiliation, now he just wanted to enjoy being away from everyone.
His eyes open as he feels the couch sink in, next to him and Lois' legs lay across his lap.
"Yea, how bout you give me a massage?" she sighs and squirms around as she gets comfortable against the arm rest, her hands behind her head.
Clark rolls his eyes, taking her foot into his hand. "Right away, ma'am."
He unties the laces on her sneaker, and slides it off along with her sock. He places her leg back down to his lap, he grabs up her other leg, and does the same. Lois hands him a bottle of lotion to use on her feet; then lays back, and places her arms back behind her head and closes her eyes.
He pours some lotion in his hand, then rubs his hands together to warm it up and slowly places his hand around one foot, he works the lotion into her skin, as he moves his hand up and down her foot. Lois smiles, her heart picks up a beat faster at the touch of his skin upon hers. Clark can't help but let out a toothy grin, her smile was contagious and he loves to make her feel good.
She lets out a soft moan as he presses his thumbs hard into the sole of her foot.
"Mmm, that's nice." Lois sighs out, her teeth come down on her bottom lip as he applies more pressure. She never knew a foot rub could be so pleasurable.
Clark releases her foot and grabs the other up, he does the same magic upon it, rubbing on the lotion like he does to the first, while she lets out little moans of satisfaction.
He smiles down evilly at Lois. "Lo?"
"Hmm?" she asks, her mind clouded with pleasure.
"You ticklish?" he asks, not waiting for an answer, he quickly rubs the tips of his fingers along the bottom of her foot.
Lois instinctively tries to contract her leg back as funny sensations throbs on her foot and she starts to laugh uncontrollably. "Smallville...stop...stop!"
She hardly says between laughs. "Stop...that tickles...I can't...breath." she laughs even harder, she squirms around wildly as she tries to pull away from him but can't break away from his strength.
"Clark I'm...going...to hurt you...Stop!"
Clark laughs too, his hands don't stop their speedy motion on her. "Uh-Uh Lois, this is payback!"
"No, fair...Clark...I won fair and square!"
Clark drops her foot and quickly attacks her sides, which makes her shrill with laughter even harder; this brings her to the point that tears rolls down her cheeks.
"Ok...Ok...You win...You win!" Lois laughs out, Clark stops tickling her but doesn't move off the top of her. She opens her eyes, her hazels engulfing his blues as his face laid lay inches from hers.
She smiles sweetly at him, her hand rises to his head, and she traces her fingers along his face and softly rubs them over his lips. He closes his eyes at her angelic touch, and allows his lips to press against her fingers.
"I love you, Clark." Lois whispers, knowing with his sensitive ears that he would hear it, and meaning it more then anything she has ever said before.
Clark opens his eyes, a smile gracing her lips as well as his. "I love you, too Lois."
She wraps her hands around his face and pulls him up to taste his lips and spill the ecstasy through her that only came by kissing his lushes lips.
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