SURRENDER

The world had begun to spin out of control, all because Clark Kent suddenly realized that Lois Lane existed. In the world she lived in, she and Clark were friendly advisories. Their days were spent prodding and competing with each other. In her world, Lana was at the center of Clark's universe. And that one fact had not changed in all the years she had known him. That alone made him a dangerous man to fall for.

She remembered the first time she really began to long for him physically. It was when he held her in his arms, when she broke up with Ollie. He felt so perfect. His large frame seemed to fit hers perfectly, the way he smelled that evening, crisp, sharp with scent of slight musk, his hands warm and large and gentle…always gentle always warm. It was definitely that evening that began her downward spiral out of control. She had always liked Clark. But she had always kept her sarcasm between them, because she liked him.

It was by pasting a face of sarcasm and indifference she was able to keep him at a safe distance. He was drop dead devastatingly handsome, she knew that the first moment she laid her eyes on him. And the more she got to know him, the more dangerous he became.

That evening she had laid her sarcasm aside and trusted him with her soul, and he reacted just the way she needed a man too. He felt like safety and home, and more than that he understood just what to do and just what to say, and just when to stop talking.
It was the moment she trusted him enough to let him for a moment. Loneliness was swallowing her up, and there he was at her door, asking how she was.

She never felt the same after that. She felt foolish for letting her guard down, and she felt even more foolish for not doing it earlier.

No turning back, her heart was hopelessly lost in the arms that held her that night. After that she was more torn than she had ever been. Somehow she had managed to hold on to a sense of control around him.

But at this moment, she was not in control, her doubts were locked up somewhere out of reach, and he was unexplainably in control.

"Take it slow… yea right!"She had thought to herself the first time. Once his shirt had mysteriously fell off of her, he had quickley taken control. And now his hands, his large and gentle hands, were once again rubbing her legs near one particular place, and his mouth was on her neck.

He was hungry.

She felt as if she was floating on another plane of existence. She was on another planet, in another universe…she had to be…because never in her lifetime would he want her like this.

She ached for answers, memories, something that would explain what was happening to them.

Pulling away from his mouth, she looked at him and frowning and traced his face with her hand…and in his eyes she saw desire that he was not ashamed of. He had glimmers of desire before. But he had always acted embarrassed about it.

"I don't understand…"

"I know…" he said gently, I know I should give you time…"

And then he lowered his mouth on hers and slowly began to drive her out of her mind. After about three minutes, he felt her pushing at him. Letting her up for air, he grinned.

She looked flushed and heated.

"Is that enough time?" he asked in a deep and insinuating tone. It took the rest of her breath away.

"I have to confess something…"

He just looked at her gently.

"I've been…. well, I…I've been wanting you…like this…for a long while…I"

"But?" he said with a frown seeing her eyes brimming with apprehension….

"I don't understand…you don't …I mean the last thing I remember you were grieving over
Lana…."

There were so many things he could say, so many things he could do. And then he realized, he had a mental connection to her. How it worked he wasn't sure, he thought it might be triggered by desire, like her desire for coffee, and his desire for her.

"Lois, let me get one thing straight…" in a second he was on top of her and kissing her.

He then rasied his head and said solemly, "I'm going to show you something….it's the only thing that is important…"

Stark naked under a very well built and very determined Clark Kent, she found herself in disbelieve. Her hands tentatively on his shoulders, apprehension at the intention in his eyes, she felt overwhelmed suddenly.

"Show me what? You're talking in riddles Smallville."

"Close your eyes."

She hesitated, and he nodded his head in a silent command for her to listen. She closed her eyes, and felt his thoughts tap into hers. And then she felt them flowing through her, until she was somewhere else somewhere cold, and surrounded by white.

He concentrated on the ceremony, the moments before and after they became joined. She experienced it from his point of view, she heard herself, and him, but she didn't see. She only heard and then felt the overwhelming emotions. While he was commanding her mind, he had taken control of her as well. When he finished reliving the memory with her, she felt as if she was falling only to find her hands gripping his shoulders and herself moaning with need. He was inside her, and his rhythm was ever increasing with every moan. She opened her eyes and saw a look of determination on his face. He was making sounds as well, primal and aggressive. His hands were braced on each side, and he lowered his mouth to her ear and began whispering her name over and over. Then raising his head back up she was pleading with her hands for him to finish; too release himself. It was when she finally started to whisper his name and beg him that he slowed his stride and gave it up, and she had felt her own release more than once before he had. It was nothing like she had ever experienced.

He had cast a spell over her She was sure of it.

She felt him collapse on her gently and then rolling off, he pulled her to him facing him. He kissed her lips gently and then laid his head back on the pillow, and began playing with her hair.

All the while he was grinning at her.

She was blushing, and he wasn't. He was ecstatic.

He smiled and took the hand that was on his chest and kissed the palm. He whispered as he looked into her eyes, "It's just you and me Lois…from now on…it's just you and me."

Swallowing a smile because she wasn't ready to show her hopefulness, she answered him quietly…"Clark…you have no idea what you're getting yourself into…"

He smiled and pulled her to his naked chest and whispered with a smile…"I can't wait to find out."

Surrendering to the moment she buried her face into his chest and she finally allowed a moment of longing to come the surface when she thought to herself…"Neither can I Smallville…neither can I!"