WAKING UP

Slowly the sensation of light started to pound throughout her head. The bed she was in was entirely too soft. Something was not right. She started to make a mental list in her head.

"Talon…no
"Dads…Hell no!"
"Am I on assignment?... Who knows?" As a pain shot through her brain suddenly. she didn't dare open her eyes, in case the appearance of daylight might make her head burst from pain.

"Hung-over…!"She was convinced she was hung-over. "I thought I went home after Clark broke down…why would I be hung over?"She figured she had to have taken him out for a beer…but where the hell was she now?

"Great…Good one Lo…"

She started patting the mattress around her; she reached out and tried to find a nightstand finding only air. She moaned while she was, that's when a very naked arm pulled her to a wall of solid chest…a solid and naked chest. Suddenly she realized she was not alone. The hard wall in front of her was cradling her, and was very solid and well defined. Her hands were having a field day, and she realized it a little too late when a man's hand cupped hers and brought her palm to a pair of lips, which kissed the center very gently.

"Clothes! Please let me wearing some clothes!" She had a shirt on, but was missing her jeans. "Was I wearing jeans?"
"Count to ten, open your eyes…it can't be that bad…one two threeee…"

"Lois?"

She quickly pulled her hand out of his and patted the chest again for good measure….she was hallucinating…she had to be…never in a million years would Clark ever entertain doing anything remotely mischievous with her…much less…would he ever…ever…

"Would he?"

A mouth found a place by between her shoulder and ear and started kissing it.
A whisper in her ear "Are you awake?" sent shivers all down her spine.

He continued kissing her. Clark wasn't sure what she would remember or not, but he decided if he didn't hide the intimacy that he felt with her. He knew that when she woke up, it was better for both of them if was the first thing she encountered. The downside was that he was risking his life if she didn't remember what had happened between them. He smiled at the thought as he nuzzled her neck. "Like it or not, thing have changed."He repeated his question as he continued to kiss her.

"Lois…you awake?"

"Uhhh…Clark?" She whispered it as softly as she could…still unsure if she had dropped in the middle of a twilight zone dream.

He heard the disbelieve in her voice and hesitated, then took her lips right after he whispered "Then you are awake."

Many things rushed through her mind at that point. Heat rushing thorough her core was on the top of the list, his hands and what they were doing was another. Roaming all over her body…her body, first her back, her waist…her breast….she pushed on him only to find his hand on her backside. She pulled her head back and managed to escape his mouth for a split second.

That's when she felt it…a ring on her left hand…her eyes shot open and stared. And it wasn't just any ring, it was a ring that belonged to his grandmother…his grandmothers wedding ring…she looked at him finally and saw something in his eyes she had never seen before….possessiveness, lust…impatience….and something else, she stopped looking.

"What the hell???"

She pushed herself up and turned to find his left hand and on his hand was a wedding band as well. She turned to look back at him, and he stroked her hair away from her face… "What's the last thing you remember?"

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously and asked, "What's the last thing I'm supposed to remember?"

"Saving my life…that's the last thing you should remember."

"Was that before or after this?" She held up her hand

He smiled at her and said, "That's the biggest part of how you saved my life."

She sat up and stared at him. He was making no sense. Frustrated, she stuttered over her words in disbelieve as she tried to ask… "Are we…did we…I mean…have we…?"

"Yes we are married, It didn't exactly happen the way marriage here normally does …no we haven't…" and then shooting her a big smile he continued, "…not yet…"

"What do you mean it didn't happen the way marriages normally happen? Exactly how much time has passed?" And then shaking her head in shock, she asked, "You're not talking about a trip to Vegas are you?"

"No, actually it happened during a trip to the arctic."

"The arctic?" He could see the confusion in her eyes, he leaned in and whispered into her lips, "Trust me?"

She responded with a pounding heartbeat and stuttered again, "I…I…" the third attempt was drowned out by his mouth, and his hand clasping the back of her neck and his other hand around the small of her back, pulling her to him.

Finally when he let her up for air, her heart was beating fast and reeling with desire, she asked him,

"What in the hell have you done to me Smallville?"

He didn't answer her, instead, he stroked her hair and nuzzled her neck, it became very clear to Lois that what he was wanting and pressing for...and to make matters worse she was moaning every time his lips touched her skin, which for a guy was the proverbial green light to keep going.

A hand pressed against his chest, and he allowed her to push him away.

"First…you're going to tell me where my clothes are, then you're going to call Chloe and have her come over here and explain what the hell has happened to me, then…you're going to bring me coffee, and then you're going to get me something for a hangover…Got it?"

Clark smiled and leaned in and Lois raised an eyebrow and frowned at him…he lightly touched his lips to hers and then turned around and headed toward the door…

"How in the hell did I end up in his bed and married at that?" her heart was still beating fast.

"It's like I fell into the twilight zone." She said to herself. Lois was aware that her feelings for Clark had been making her uncomfortable around him. She would feel a warm flush all over and would start to notice the uncomfortable silences, and then things would rush through her mind, like how good his arms felt around her. She had begun to tell herself that her feelings were a passing moment. But sitting in his bed, in his shirt, and not much else, she realized somehow things had changed drastically.

He was as close to a perfect guy a girl could get, except for his obsession with Lana…the whole reason she dismissed Clark as potential for anything except friendship. It could blow up in her face the moment Lana showed any interest in him, and the she would feel as if he had dropped her from the top of the Daily Planet, and her heart along with it. But when he kissed her, it was clear he wanted to do things she wasn't even sure he knew about…and without even thinking about it, she had been kissing him back and wanting more.

Suddenly she felt more vulnerable than she had ever felt in her entire life.

The thought made her quickly get up and start to tiptoe around his room. . She didn't see her clothes anywhere. She looked in his closet, his dresser...nothing. Blowing a hair out of her face in frustration She needed to get dressed quick before he got back and things got out of hand. She bent over and looked under his shirt barely covered her backside.

Clark stopped at the door and let his mouth hang open, of all the things for her to be doing, flashing her black lace underwear was more than he could take. He didn't dare move for fear he would unceremoniously flip her on her back.

When she got back up she muttered "crap…" and turned around.

He had been staring…and getting an eyeful. The look on his face said he was enjoying it.

Mortified didn't begin to describe how she felt. She started blabbing nervously.

"Coffee…great! Is Chloe on her way? How can you sleep on that mattress? Didn't you know it's bad for you back to sleep on a mattress that soft?" She was pacing around the room aimlessly…"And by the way…just what did you do with my clothesszz uhh….."

Suddenly an image of her backside came to her, crystal clear as if she was remembering something, she turned and looked straight at Clark and then saw a look in his eyes, she saw herself under him in her mind, and she heard his voice in her mind. "Gosh what a nice aa"

"Clark!" she shouted quickly before he could finish the thought

"WHAT??" He answered in surprise. He suddenly realized that she still had the connection to his mind; he was relieved and embarrassed all at once.

"It's probably my imagination." She thought nervously to herself

"No..it isn't your imagination..." She had glanced away, but she looked quickly back at him at the sound of his voice in her mind. She decided to ignore it.

"Ahh…uhh…Nothing! Oh yea…my clothes?"

He handed the cup to her instead. He was still staring at her anxiously and the look on his face spoke volumes.

He really was wanting to play house.