Summary: Lois has an obsessed meteor freak stalking her and putting her life at risk. In order to protect her, Clark reveals to her his secret and proposes. Proposes to pose as a married couple that is! Do new identities also come with new feelings? Or are these fake too?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Forged I.D.'s and I Do's

by Chinita92

Chapter Five:

SPECTACLE

spec·ta·cle - (spěk'tə-kəl)

-noun

1. A public performance or display, especially one on a lavish scale.

2. A pair of Eyeglasses

Both Lois and Chloe stepped away from Clark, finally granting him room to breathe. Lois cocked her head to the side, scrunched up her nose, and directed her gaze onto an unsatisfied Chloe.

"What?" Clark asked raising his eyebrows at the estrogen-filled pair, this act making him aware of the sticky-state of his hairline.

"I don't know... you kind of still look like yourself... right Chlo?"

"Yeah..." Chloe said a bit bummed out.

"Hmmm... oh, I know! Why don't you take out some of your left over peroxide and give Clark some funky highlights? No way is anyone going to recognize him then." Lois said and shot Clark a teasing smile and eyebrow raise combo. It seemed Lois served that special all year long.

Clark's eyes threatened to pop out of his sockets and he fidgeted in his seat trying to brew up a good comeback, "...in that case, Lois could turn into Erin Durling-Wellance, the widow. I have nothing against blonds, but I don't intend to be one." Clark said, sounding as stern as possible. He didn't want to give Lois and Chloe the impression that they could alter his mindset.

"Don't worry Smallville, I don't want anyone to think I'm married to a metro-sexual... I myself have nothing against them, but they're not my type. I like my men rugged, charming, masculine, strong, , well-built, toned, virile, macho, sexy, hot-"

" - okay Lois, we get it.. you like men. Although I really wouldn't have guessed because you are forever-single." Clark said sarcastically.

Lois chuckled. "What Smalls' ? Does it irk you that I date? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you want me all to yourself..." she said coquettishly.

Lois held a soft gaze fixed on him, anticipating his reaction. Clark simply rolled his eyes and turn his attention to Chloe, hoping the latter would begin to speak, and therefore incapacitate Lois from doing so. But instead of speaking, Chloe was in fact very much quiet. At least she was, before all of a sudden, it seemed something had struck her.

"Wait right here! Don't move!"she said and grabbed her purse.

"Wh-what? Oh great! FINE! Not a problem, because I totally enjoy Clark's presence... It's not like I can't stand him... heavens, the idea of being annoyed by Clark is inconceivable!!" Lois said, yelling after Chloe who had left the apartment. She stood in front of the aqua door and, against her will, turned around to face Clark.

"Gah!" she yelled out in the dead silence, thus, taking out her frustration. "I can't stand people who leave with no explanation whatsoever. I'll never put up with that, ever again."

"Are you done?" Clark asked, scratching his knee nonchalantly.

"Done with what?" Lois asked confused.

"Venting, over-dramatizing, yelling, being a brat, getting on my nerves.. really, the list goes on and on." Clark said forcing a smile Lois' way.

"Smallville?" Lois asked sweetly.

"What?" he inquired, caught off guard by her tone.

Lois smiled wickedly and strode over to Clark's chair. She crouched behind him and leaned her face into his cheek, her nose softly nuzzling his skin. When it seemed she was going to plant one on his jaw, she cocked her head to the left, her mouth directly above his ear. She grinned.

-

"SHUT UP!!"

Chloe had heard Lois yelling behind her as she left the Talon's apartment, but had found herself too focused to retaliate. Instead, she made it her mission to get to her car as soon as possible. Therefore, she made a beeline down the stairs and wormed her way out of the crowded coffee shop. Once on the sidewalk, she rammed her head to remember where she had parked her car that morning. Briskly recalling, she called out, "Bingo!" She turned her head to look both ways, making sure a speeding vehicle wouldn't greet her unexpectedly. When the coast was clear, she crossed to the parallel walkway, and got in her car.

"You, baby, are my ticket to Metropolis. Lois is going to kill me for leaving her with Clark for so long. But, she's going to have to get used to it anyway." Chloe spoke aloud to herself, this easing the tinge of guilt she felt.

She started the car, and drove out of Smallville's main road.

1 HOUR LATER...

Lois awkwardly stretched her arms before her and loudly cracked her fingers. Clark coughed slightly and straightened out his bright red jacket. He was sitting on the couch in the universal waiting position- legs apart, elbows on knees, chin resting on balled fists. He tapped his foot and glanced to his left, where Lois was sitting on the kitchen island, her legs dangling in the air. She twisted her upper body and reached for a glass of soda behind her that she had been sipping on for the past couple of minutes.

"Are you thirsty?" Lois asked, bravely breaking the silence.

"Um, no not really. Thanks." He said and smiled tightly. He directed his gaze once again on a long stray hair that laid on the floor before him. Of course, he didn't focus too much, for he didn't want to burn a round charred stain on the floor, nor did he want to see the Talon's coffee shop below him.

"Suit yourself." she said and brought the glass higher to her face and sipped fervently on the white and pink-striped straw, making a long and loud slurping noise.

Clark shot her an annoyed glance, and Lois raised her eyebrows and slightly titled her head to the side, as if saying, 'Deal with it.' After a few more consuming seconds of silence, she sighed loudly. She set the glass next to her and gracefully hopped of the counter.

Clark had already gone back to his staring fest and therefore, was surprised to see a pair of long jean clad legs come into view. He shifted his vision upwards and saw Lois looking down on him, her hands on her hips.

"This is ridiculous." she said.

He furrowed his eyebrows at her,"What...? Waiting? You know Lois, most of today's population happens to wait from time to time. You might want to try jumping on that band wagon."

She glared at him. "That's not what I meant- I meant this freaking deafening silence. I'm not going to sit around here trying to bounce random thoughts off a big blue and red, not to mention, Plaid-obsessed, wall. So why don't you try actually speaking, you know that little thing 'today's population happens' to do. Seriously Smallville... why don't you.. oh, I don't know... jump on thatband wagon?"

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll talk." he said conforming.

"Fine." she said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Fine." he said smiling up at her forcedly.

"So..." she said pacing before him, trying to quickly think up a topic of conversation.

Clark got comfortable in his seat and was enjoying the view of all that was Lois- struggling, that is.

"So.. um... that jacket of yours is so... red!" she said attempting to laugh coolly (and failing).

He glanced at his jacket cutely and turned his attention to her again, smiling oh so very innocently.

"..really, any normal person would wear a red jacket with a black or white shirt, heck- even tan! Not another primary color like royal blue..."

Clark leaned his head forward and raised his thick eyebrows at her, as if saying, 'Your Point Is?'.

"...but clearly, you're not normal. You're an alien, for crying out loud. It's not like you know any better. So, thats got to count as a "Get Out of Jail Free" card, right?" she said, continuing her rambling.

Clark crossed his well built arms against his toned chest. He smiled and slightly squinted at Lois. She was squirming... and he was enjoying it, perhaps a bit too much.

She pressed her lips together and tightened her fists in the air as if grasping onto something. Her face then grew relaxed and she sighed.."Okay. I got nothing." she said and threw her hands up and then let them drop down to her sides, slapping her thighs in the process.

"Obviously." he said and snorted.

She rolled her eyes and faked him up a smile.

"So where do you think Chloe went, anyway?"

Lois stared at him at him in awe. "You! You had something to talk about, and you didn't even bother to help me out when I was pulling teeth back there?!" she said, yelling at him and threw an accusing finger in his face. He grew cross-eyed as he stared at her fingertip that missed his nose by a hair. He looked up at her and raised and eyebrow.

"Gee, Lois... PMS-ing much?"

"That happens to be none of your business." she said and stuck her nose in the air.

"Someone got reacquainted with Mr. Grumpy this morning."

"Clark, I can only pull off those kind of witty comments so, don't try it."

"...Exhibit A." he said referring to that last tidbit.

"Shut up."

"Grumpy."

"NOT GRUMPY."

"Okay... grouchy."

Glare

"Cranky."

"Smallville..."

"Crabby..."

"FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT GRUMPY!!" Lois yelled, and then caught herself.

"You're grumpy because you want chocolate. Am I right?"

She sighed, "Oh so very much." she said and moaned in a surrendering manner and flopped down on the couch next to him.

"It's okay." he said and rested his hand on her knee, this causing an icy glare from the ironically chocolate-haired Lois.

"Right- you're grumpy.. I forgot." he said noticing her facial expression and retreated his hand awkwardly.

"Yeah, irritability." she said and let out a forced chuckle. Truth is, the hairs on the back of her neck had stood up reacting to his touch... Wait, what was she thinking?! Aside from craving chocolate, goosebumps are another symptom of Premenstrual Syndrome! She gulped. ... right?

"Although I don't think being irritable forms part of your 'issue', it's more like.. a personality trait." he said light-heartedly.

She threw him a torn glance. His tone seemed so genuine that she didn't know if it was a compliment or a banter. She opted to believe it was the latter. "My irritability only comes out a lurkin' when I'm around you. It's just that... you bring out the best in me, Clark." she said and gave him a mock loving facial expression.

"How Sweet." he said monotonously.

"Pick up, pick up..." Chloe chanted into the receiver of her cellphone. Her head was titled to the side against her right shoulder, holding the communication device that was currently not doing much of said communication. She rhythmically tapped her fingertips on the leather steering wheel of her Yaris.

'Hi, you've reached Jimmy Olsen. I can't get to the phone right now, so leave a message (if you can) and I'll get back 'atcha as soon as possible. Gotta motor! Bye!'

Chloe smiled at Jimmy's 'unique' personality. It was just the right mix of cute, nerdy and sweet. Just the way the liked her hot chocolate.

Beep!

Oh right. "Hey Jimmy it's Chloe, um.. I kind of need your help with something, so if you could take 5 minutes out of your itinerary to call your very lonely girlfriend it would be very much appreciated." she said and chuckled into the receiver. "Call Me.." She hung up the phone and placed the silver device on her lap. Hopefully the little seductive spin on her voice would get him to call her soon. Hopefully.

"Damn it. Satellite's Out. Just had to be cloudy the day I get eternally stuck with you." Lois said irritated as she viciously turned off the satellite receiver box.

Lois looked over at Clark who was stifling a yawn. "Well... I think I'm going to take a nap." Clark said, straightening out his back, filling the room with a loud crack.

"You're going to sleep?" Lois said eying her nails, attempting to sound indifferent.

"Yep." he said and smiled at her. He stripped off his jacket and balled it, placing the latter under his head. He kicked off his boots and laid on the couch, his back facing up and his arms tucked under him, propping up his over-applied-gelled head.

'Look away, Lois..' thought the female to herself. She noticed how Clark's shirt had hiked up slightly, enough for her to see the two dimples on his lower back and the beginning of his, predictable, red plaid boxers.

She gulped and looked around, trying to find that glass of soda she was sipping on earlier. Was it her or was the 'Central Air Conditioning System' Chloe had purchased faltering on her? Because the air in the room was down-right suffocating.

After mentally slapping herself (and almost physically) for checking out- 'no Lois, you just happened to notice'-Clark's goodies, she strode over to her bed and let her body fall back on the mattress and sighed loudly. She was frustrated and bored.

"Typical Smallville, so boring. 'I'm going to take a nap.'" she said mumbling to herself, mocking Clark's deep voice. In her frustration she managed to make Clark truly sound like a Big Dumb Alien. Who knew?

At this, Clark's head snapped up from the couch's armrest. "What?" he asked.

Lois propped herself up on the bed with her elbows, her chin against her shoulder, facing him.

"What?"she asked defensively. She racked her brain, trying to remember if she had done anything, but she was sure she didn't assault him in the last 5 seconds.

"You think I'm boring?" Clark asked, his voice not an ounce drowsy.

Surprised at the random question, Lois replied. "Well, while growing up I wasn't too fond of Sleeping Beauty. So yeah, I think napping would fall under my Uneventful Radar."

"You didn't say napping was boring. You said I was boring." he said, and she swore she heard shades of hurt in there.

Lois rolled her eyes."To-may-to, To-mah-to." She shook her head, "Geez Smallville, a bit on the sensitive side today, are we now?"

He eyed her suspiciously. "I am NOT boring." He sat up on the couch. "I'll prove it to you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yes really." he said with much conviction.

"Hmph..."

He stood in the room, looking around for the object of his desire. "A-ha." he said and sped to a dusty shelf on the other side of the apartment.

Lois' heart skipped a beat when she saw Clark's tall frame on one end of the room and the next second at the other. She smiled. Was he trying to impress her?

"You could've walked you know.." Lois said projecting her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I thought walking fell under your 'Uneventful Radar'." he said, not facing her.

She scoffed. "Whatever, Smallville." Realizing he wasn't just being shy and facing his back to her, but instead, hiding something, her innate curiosity peaked. "What do you got there?" she said and whirled her figure around, so she sat Indian-style on the bed, facing his wide shoulders.

"Just wait."

"Not good at waiting." she said and stood up on the lumpy mattress. She leaned a bit forward, trying to get a glimpse of what he was hiding from her. He inched away from the bed, forcing Lois to stand on its edge.

"Come on! Just let me get a glimpse."

"Will you relax, Lois?"

"Don't tell me to relax!" she said stomping over the firm edge of the bed. She set her fists over her hips, frustrated. What was the bastard hiding from her?

"Please, Clark?" she said batting her eyelashes, hoping he would at least, super-hear them colliding in rapid motion.

He didn't answer.

"That's it, no more Mrs. Nice- woah!" Lois said, losing her balance. She knew what was coming next. She closed her eyes shut, expecting to hit the hardwood floors. She braced herself for the abrupt fall. It was coming any second. Instead, she felt a firm grip around her waist and under her legs. She popped open an eye. Clark.

"Have you ever heard the expression 'curiosity killed the cat' ?" he said staring at a relieved Lois.

"First time I hear it." she said smiling at him. He reluctantly smiled back at her. They stood there staring into each other's eyes, Lois tangled in Clark's strong arms. When realization dawned on them both, they tore their vision away from each other and Clark dropped Lois faster than he could say Plaid. A loud thud was heard shortly after, followed by a raspy groan. Luckily they were standing around the edge of the bed, so Lois was able to grab onto the mattress to break her fall- somewhat. Sprawled on the floor with her back facing him, she looked up at Clark from the corner of her eye, her bangs brushing against her long lashes.

"What's the point in catching me if you're going to drop me right after?" She said and slowly got up, feeling a bruise forming on her tush.

"Sorry." he said and scratched the back of his head sheepishly, coating his fingers with green gunk.

She sighed and dusted her pants off, seeing as it was well over a week since she, err- Chloe had sweeped.

He eyed the remaining gray particles that clung around her thighs. He furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Do you own a broom?" he asked, hoping not to get slapped, since he, in fact, diddrop the stubborn woman in front of him not too long ago.

"What's it to you?" she said raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing." he said, his suspicious confirmed.

"Pfft. I doubt you've ever even held one."

"You'd be surprised." he said and thus felt memories of his freshman year flooding in.

"Yeah, whatever. Any who, what's the big mystery you've got in your pants?" Lois said eying his jeans.

Clark's eyes widened and he subconsciously glanced at his crotch area, turning red.

"Ew Clark, I meant in your pocket. You're so gross." she exclaimed disbelievingly and shook her head, fighting the words Junior, Clark, Corn and Amnesia from entering her mind (In that same order). Much to her dismay, she failed.

He coughed, and apologetically glanced at her. He dug in his right pocket and fished out something square.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.

He smiled widely and proudly held out.. a deck of cards.

"Cards?" she asked, an expression similar to one she sported when getting drunk in her short college years.

"Yeah..?" he asked, wondering why she was surprised.

"I should've known." she said shaking her head, letting out a snort.

"Known what?"

"That playing 'Go Fish' is your idea of fun."

"Well it's better than sleeping..." He said defensively and darted his eyes away from Lois, his vision drifting off to the over flooded hamper. Feeling a gaze fixed on him, he glanced at Lois once again. Reading the emotion in her eyes he felt his blood run cold.

"I know that look." he said, uneasily.

"What look?" she asked, her voice an octave higher combined with an ounce far too sweet.

"What do you want?" he said, backing away from her.

She smiled so large Clark felt he was going to fall back on the bed behind him. She grabbed his arm and brushed her fingertips against his wrist and over his palm, giving him chills. She dug her nails under his knuckles, smiling forcedly as she was trying to peel Clark's fingers away from the deck.

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"YES!!"

"I SAID NO, LOIS!"

"WELL I SAY YOU'RE PLAYING, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT, OR NOT!!"

Jimmy Olsen paced in the Daily Planet's basement. He was waiting for the scanner before him to do its job, but clearly the prehistoric piece of junk was jammed.

"Just great. I got the perfect shot, got it revealed, and now I can't make copies." thought aloud the cinnamon-mixed messy-haired blond. As he continued in his mental frustration, he hadn't noticed the pulse in his right pocket.

"Olsen!" yelled the big man editor (at least that's how he had dubbed him) from across the floor.

"Going chief!" responded Jimmy, as he exited the small room, not before cursing under his breath at the machine he left behind.

"Clark! It's not like we're going to strip down to our birthday suits, although its not like we haven't, ahem, 'witnessed' each other." Lois said, trying her best to be persuasive.

"Oh really? Then why is it called 'Strip Poker', if we're not going to strip?!"

"But, we will!" she said, as if giving him the answer to all his problems.

Clark simply groaned and threw his hands over his face.

"What?" Lois asked confused. "Oh." She sighed, realizing the situation at hand.

She walked over to him,"Look." she said, attempting to gain his attention. "I said, Look." Lois commanded frustratingly and outstretched her arm before her, maneuvering Clark's face so it was perfectly aligned with hers. He glanced down at her grip and Lois bared her teeth at him, clasping her hands together once they left his face.

"I am bored out of my mind, therefore, resorting to the furthest thing I would ever agree to. So, rules of the game are.." she said, straightening her posture and clearing her throat. "We go around the room, piling on as much articles of clothing as we can in the time span of 30 seconds. Afterwards, we play strip poker. Whoever ends up in their underwear first, loses."

"But I'm only wearing boxers and you're wearing a bra and underwear." Clark said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No, Duh." Lois said, her voice slow and deep. "I'll make sure to wear an article less than you, so the quota is fair."

"I don't know about this Lois..." he said shaking his head.

"Clark! You've seen me in a stars and stripes stripper get-up, red and black bathing suit, not to mention you X-Rayed through me yesterday, so it's not like you don't know what to expect. As for me, I've seen you in baby blue swimming trunks, dripping wet with nothing but a towel around your waist, and let's not even get into the Cornfield Incident." she said her eyes widening. She snickered at that last bit. 'Good Times.'

"Lois-"

"Clark," she said, holding up a hand at him. "I can handle it." She eyed him closely, "Question is... can you?"

He looked at her disbelievingly. "Of course I can." he said and gulped. The first time he had a close up, half-naked Lois encounter, it didn't go too smooth. He was in dire need of redeeming himself.

"Then its settled." she said and smiled slyly. "Super Shuffle those cards for me... Smallville."

Chloe sighed as she turned off the ignition. She was parked in Jimmy's apartment complex, but his car was nowhere in sight. He hadn't come home from work yet, it seemed. She made a mental note to ask for his apartment's set of keys (they hadn't reached that level of their relationship yet).

"Darn it, Jimmy.. Come home, already." she said to no one in particular. She eyed her phone's home screen. Nothing. She rolled down the windows and crossed her legs over, her feet exposed to the city outside. It was going to be a while.

"I wonder what Lois and Clark are up to..." the blond thought aloud.

Whatever the possibilities her investigative journalist mind had cooked up, it wouldn't come close.

"Chloe's blue jacket I'm wearing" Lois said, never tearing her vision from her cards. Lois has already gotten rid of her sneakers, socks and was down to her jeans, a jacket, her shirt, and if she'd lose the latter, she'd also lose the game. But she wasn't worried. Clark had it worst, though. Deep down inside, she felt bad that she was taking advantage of a newbie poker player. She was sure she'd find a way to forgive herself later, in the meantime, she was enjoying herself far too much to care.

Clark had gotten rid of his boots, socks, jackets and his blue shirt. He was down to his jeans and that was it. She had a feeling he wasn't going to get to see her in her panties after all. Reason to rejoice, right?

"Come on Clarkie, show me watcha got." she said wiggling her eyebrows at him, and once again found her eyes travel south. She bit her lip. Smallville could be a boy scout and all, but she had to give it to him... that alien had one smokin' body.

She forced her eyes back up to find his face, looking somewhat unsure. She smiled to herself. "I raise you my jeans as well." she said confidently. His eyes darted to her face and back down to his cards. She was sure she was going to win. She was beginning to wonder what they would play afterwards when Clark broke her train of thought.

"Royal Flush." he said and laid down the cards on the comforter. She sat there, her mouth hanging open. She blinked a couple of times. And shook her head.

Noticing Lois' look he started, "Lois, I'm sorry I-"

" -Don't Be. It's part of the game." she said and stood up, the mattress under screeching. Letting out an incredulous chuckle, she shook off Chloe's jacket. She threw the latter over her shoulder, not caring where it landed. She started mumbling while unbuckling her thick white belt, and slid the leather material out of the many belt loops, letting it fall. Her hands then glided over her hips and rested her fingers just below her belly button, unbuttoning her jeans. Clark swallowed and tried to focus his attention elsewhere. He was supposed to be a good boy and not see the nakedness of his friend. He turned to look- He failed. As Lois began unzipping her pants slowly, she heard Clark take in a sharp breath. She rolled her eyes.

"Stop panting like a dog. We agreed not to name Shelby after you for a reason, remember?" Lois said, irritated. She still couldn't believe Clark had gotten her so ahead of the game.

He nodded quietly, not paying attention. She sighed and slowly slid the starchy material down her tanned slender legs. It was then that Clark caught sight of Lois's tight, low rise, lacy black underwear. He too was feeling the effects of the ''broken'' Central Air Conditioning System. He made a mental note to take a look at it later. When the dark washed article of clothing idly lay around her ankles, she kicked them off, landing in a dusty heap elsewhere. As he watched her, he took in the sight of her cute, firm rear that now faced him. He smiled nervously and raised an eyebrow, surrendering. He was beginning to like this game.

"Olsen, I want those photos by the end of the week, you got that?" said the man in his early thirties, raising a threatening eyebrow.

"Yes, Sir." he answered humbly, staring at the floor below him.

"That's what I want to hear. Now, go home." said the Editor, waving his hand in a dismissing manner.

"You've got it, Sir." he said and turned to leave. When he finally walked out the door, he sighed relieved. Thank god that was over with.

He shook his head and walked over to his desk, picking up his belongings. He hung his camera around his neck and began to make his way back to the copying room. Just before entering his took notice of the red elevator doors on the other side of the floor. He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing why he had turned to look.

Chloe sighed as she saw the empty afternoon sky frown down to her. "One more time." Chloe said, shutting her eyes, hoping to reach her boyfriend. She pressed the number combination in and waited.

Jimmy walked to the parking lot, feeling the day very well threaten to turn into night soon. Reaching his car door, he dug his hand in his pocket, searching for his keys. Instead, he felt a vibration. He fished out his phone and looked at the screen. My Girl.

"Hello?"

"Thank God I've reached you!" Chloe cried happily from the other end of the receiver.

"Hey babe! What's going on?"

"I need your help." Chloe said, her voice taking a serious tone.

"Okay sure. What for?"

"Meet me at your apartment."

He smiled slyly. "Okay, I'll 'help' you."

"No, Jimmy, I really do need your help."

"Oh." he said, a bit disappointed.

"Don't worry, I'll ask for that sort of 'assistance' later, but for now, come see me. I'll be waiting in the lobby."

"Okay. See ya in a bit." he said and shut his phone closed.

'I Wonder what Chloe wants.'

...Okay so the A/C wasn't broken after all...

Lois brought her bare knees up to her chin. Her bottom lip trembled cutely as she rubbed her hands over her thighs.

"You Cold?" Clark asked, his gentle eyes gazing at her.

"I'm." ... "Fine." she said through chattering teeth.

"Doesn't seem that way to me..." he said and stood up, getting ready to walk to the couch to retrieve his jacket.

"Hey! Sit your Ass-ertive Butt down." Lois commanded.

"-But"

"No Buts, just yours making contact with your seat." she said pointing to the empty spot on the bed across from her.

"Stubborn." he mumbled while sitting again.

"What was that Smallville?" she asked, trying to put on her poker face.

"Oh... um, nothing." he said smiling widely.

"Jimmy!" Chloe said as she ran up to him and hugged him.

"Woah! Blond babs..." he said into her hair.

"I've been waiting like crazy for you!" she told him. "Come on." she said, leading him to the elevator.

"Um, okay."

They stepped inside and Chloe pressed the button that led to his floor. As the doors closed, he turned to face her. "So what is it you need me for?"

She broke out a nervous smile. "Do you know that costume you wore to that party we went to?"

"You mean the one where you dressed up as a sexy nurse-"

"-and you went as a doctor?" she said, finishing his sentence. She looked down to her feet.

"Yeah? How can I forget?"

"Yeah, well.. I kind of need it."

"Need it?!"

"Part of it, at least."

"No."

"Jimmy, please?"

He looked at her hurt. "I... I... love that costume."

The doors opened and they stepped out to the carpeted hallway. She sighed and turned to him.

"I guess I'll have to start from the beginning." she said in a surrendering tone. "...Lois. And. Clark."

Clark lazily stretched out on the bed, laying horizontally whilst facing Lois. He propped his head up with his arm and stared at her.

"What?" she asked, a feeling of insecurity surge through her.

"Nothing." he said, his gaze still fixed on her.

She pulled the hem of her shirt down, trying her best to cover her bare midriff. "Whatever." she said, focusing on the game.

"My Jeans." he said eying her.

"My shirt." she declared, staring at her cards- ...staring at anything, but him.

"So, the gel wasn't enough." Chloe said, finishing her long explanation.

He absentmindedly nodded. "Well, in that case, if Lois' life is on the line, I'll let you borrow the costume. ...But is Clark going to be Tod the doctor?" he said, opening his closet.

"Not quite. I actually just need the glasses..."

"CK in glasses?" Jimmy asked. 'That's like hot fudge and halibut.'

"Weird, I know."

"You know Chloe... Clark and Lois could move in here." he said, liking the idea.

"Oh really?" she asked, amused.

"Yeah... I could move in with you at the Talon... always at your disposition to 'help'." he said, grinning uncontrollably.

"You know Jimmy, that idea isn't half-bad." she said and nodded. 'Not bad at all...'

"I can't believe this." she said shaking her head.

"Well, believe it."

"I refuse."

"Lois, rules are rules. Take off your shirt and lose it- err.. I mean lose, already..."

She glared at him. She stared at his cards and back at hers.

"There's no way you won me." she said folding her arms in front of her.

"Lois.. just face it already." 'Or face me in your bra'

She sighed. He was going to pay.

Chloe eyed the pair of black angular glasses she held in her hands. She threw a glance at Jimmy who sat behind the steering wheel.

"How much longer 'til we get there?" she asked

"Few minutes."

"Good, because I have a feeling that those two are going to kill each other."

"Imagine how it'll be when they live together." he voiced and chuckled.

"I should start making funeral arrangements." she said and raised her eyebrows.

"Something tells me you should."

She sighed. He was going to pay.

"FINE." she said and gritted her teeth. She sat up straight on the bed and crossed her arms before her, her fingers catching the bottom hem on each side of her shirt. She arched her back and slowly lifted her blouse up and away from her tanned torso. She threw her head back, facilitating the cloth from clinging away from her. Clark held a breath. His mind could not- would not, compute. Lois. Lois. Lois. Lois. Lois.

He coughed, not being able to breathe. Lois held her shirt in one hand and let it fall on the floor beside her. Her dark mane resided messily over her shoulders. His eyes traveled from her face to her neck, down to her collarbone and shoulders and finally... her full, lacy-clad chest.

He gulped.

"What is it, Clark? Have you never eyed a Victoria's Secret catalog?"

He shook his head side to side violently.

She eyed him carefully and glanced at the cards on the bed.

"Oh. My. God." she said, her eyes blazing on fire.

"What?"

"YOU CHEATED!!"

"Huh?"

"YOU CHEATED!"

"Wha- I DID NO SUCH THING!"

"Yea-huh"

"Nu-uh"

"YES."

"NO!"

"You X-Rayed my cards!" she said and slapped him upside the head.

"Hey! That was uncalled for."

"YOU HAVE SOME NERVE!" she said and lunged at him.

"Lois, I swear, I wouldn't cheat."

"You're guilty!" she said, practically choking him. Her dark brown hair hung loosely, brushing against either side of his jaw.

"Lois!"

"SHUT UP YOU CHEATER!!" she yelled at him slapping his cheek, her bare thighs towering next to his toned chest.

He swallowed. "Lois."

"What?"

"Get off me."

"Huh?"

"Like.. Now."

A shuffling was heard at the door, and in walked Jimmy and Chloe taking in the scene of a half naked Lois in lacy black underwear straddling a shirtless Clark on the bed.

"This is certainly not how I'd picture this." Chloe mumbled to herself, scratching her blond mane.

Jimmy's camera produced a bright flash, steering the pair's attention to the new arrival. Lois chuckled nervously and then at that moment, turned back to Clark, directing her vision directly below her.

"Ew, CLARK!!"

"I told you to get off me!" he protested defensively.

Lois hopped off him and turn to her cousin. "This is NOT what it seems."

Jimmy turned to Clark, waiting for his explanation.

"I, uh..." he said and power walked to the couch, grabbing his jacket. "... need to do some maintenance work on that Central Air Conditioning System." he said covering himself with his jacket. And with that he stormed of the room.

To be continued...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SO sorry for the long wait! Hides I've just been looking for a job and caught up in life's demands. I want to take this time and apologize for my poor explanation on the whole Simon thing. It sucked. Hope you guys will forgive and keep reading anyway. Btw, I've posted on my profile a link to a poster for this fic made by Paloma at Divine Intervention (my user name is Blazel on there so it says Blazel instead of Chinita92- which is such an old user name, its so not me anymore. -shrug- oh well...) Hope you guys enjoyed this risque chapter. whineI've been trying to do my best in writing this story well, I don't want to disappoint any of you (I seriously need to stop reading other fics, makes me so unsatisfied with my own writing). whine/ LOL. Have a great week guys!