Chapter 15
3:30 AM
Clark lay awake on the couch in his loft, staring out at the stars. He'd read everything he could find on amnesia and recovery. The table and desk were littered with papers, books and notes. He had reasoned that he could sleep in the barn and that Lois might never notice that he didn't come to bed if he gotten up early enough. If she did find him he could act like it was an accident that he'd fallen asleep out there. He knew he'd be able to pull that off only once.
He'd given up on sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see her; her radiant smile, her silky hair, her long legs. He thought back to their first kiss, when she thought he was the Green Arrow. He felt a bolt of electricity go through him when she kissed him—it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. And then he had learned that she had been affected by his kiss as well, leaving him with a feeling he had been unwilling to acknowledge.
He replayed their tryst from Valentine's Day in his head again. Despite many nights of trying to forget it and lock it away, he knew he would never forget the feel of her body molded perfectly against his. Never forget the swell of her breasts against his chest, or the way her lips seemed to sear his flesh, leaving their brand on his soul.
Giving up all pretense of sleep, he dashed off to his Fortress, seeking relief in the cold Arctic tundra.
9:07 AM
Lois awakened once again to an empty bed. The house seemed too quiet. She shuffled downstairs in her flannel PJs and bunny slippers. She found a note stuck to the fridge:
Lois,
I had to go to the feedstore early this morning, and then I'm heading over to Granville for a part for the tractor. I didn't want to wake you. Fresh muffins are on the counter, coffee is set-up and ready to go.
I talked to Chloe last night. She'll take you shopping if you like. Chloe and Jimmy are coming over tonight for pizza and to play cards. Didn't think you'd mind. Call if you need me.
Clark
Lois dialed the phone, "Hey Chloe . . ."
4:18 PM
Lois stepped into the house and found Clark sprawled out on the couch, fast asleep. The house had grown a little chilly, and she noticed he had built a fire, the embers still faintly glowing. Lois stoked up the fire and added another log, thinking of when she sat on the couch watching him do the same.
She still longed to run her hands over his body. She missed her opportunity last night. She had missed him.
She took off her boots and climbed onto the couch next to him. She was stealthy--she didn't want to wake him. He worked so hard and from what she'd seen, he didn't get enough sleep. She reasoned that she could lay here with him for awhile, maybe even manage get a nap in. Chloe wouldn't be back with Jimmy for a few hours, since she was picking him up from work.
Lois nestled herself against Clark, draping his arm across her hips, her hand gently tracing light circles over the back of his hand. He shifted a little and pulled her closer to him, his vice-like grip pressing her bottom against his burgeoning erection. His grip on her was so firm, even if she'd wanted to be free of his embrace, she would have been unable to escape. She reveled in the feel of his solid chest pressing against her back, his breath cascading down across her neck and shoulder, caressing the swell of her breast. She mewled aloud and shifted a bit, tangling her long legs with his. She gasped when she again felt the evidence of his growing desire as his swiveled his hips ever so slightly and ground his cock against her ass.
"Lo, honey." He said thickly, his breath curling warmly around his whispered words as he began to place feather light kisses along her neck.
"Mmmmmm?" It was the only intelligent reply she could manage.
"Honey, stop squirming or this will be over before it's started." His hand now began to explore her abdomen, gently, almost reverently stroking the bare skin as his hand pushed the fabric of her shirt out of his path. He cupped her breast with the palm of his hand, his thumb grazing her taught nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. She moaned again and arched her hips against him, eliciting a slight groan from him in return.
"Lo, please." He pleaded.
"Mmmhmmmm. . ." He shifted their bodies, to slow the volcano that was threatening to erupt. She was about to protest, when his mouth claimed hers in kiss so carnal, she felt her womb contract in the beginnings of an orgasm. She was breathless when he raised his lips from her, continuing his assault on her mouth and neck as well as her senses. He picked her up and shifted their bodies again so that now he was flat on his back beneath her, she straddling him. Somehow, he had managed to undo the buttons of her blouse without her noticing, and was now pushing the garment off her shoulders. His large hands slid over her shoulders and down her back, sending ripples of pleasure reverberating through her. His hands were everywhere. He wanted to touch every part of her, memorize every detail. He began sprinkling light kisses across her shoulders and then down over the swell of her breasts, and in the valley between. She shifted against him and once again felt the rock-hard evidence of his need.
"Lois? Clark? Hey guys, anybody home? We brought piz--"
Jimmy leaned over and whispered, "Chlo, I thought we were coming over to prevent this from happening."
Clarks' superhearing picked up Jimmys' voice and his eyes snapped open.
"Lois?" Clarks' cheeks immediately flushed when he opened his eyes to find Lois straddled over his throbbing erection, her neck and chest red from razor burn and dotted with hickies. Oh shit—that wasn't a dream!
"Clark?" Why is he stopping now, right as were getting to the good stuff?
"Put your shirt on, Chloe and Jimmy are here."
