Lois stood in the kitchen wearing an apron and warm clothing trying to figure out the fine art of baking. She was eleven weeks pregnant and cooking way past eight after her drive back from work. Clark and Chloe supported her determination. She'd kept at a short distance from Clark since she'd moved in but the growing tension between them was hard for them to avoid. He forced her to sleep in the master bedroom while he occupied his old room.
When Martha Kent came back for a visit Lois tried to give her back her old room but Martha wouldn't hear of it. Lois was unusually well behaved, which Clark didn't like. She was tip-toeing around him and it was unnerving. Trying to follow a simple recipe Clark watched as Shelby sniffed over to Lois's side. An allergy prone Lois looked down at the retriever.
"If I give you this food, it'll be bad for you," she explained. "Here, have a snausage and let Mama get her cooking done."
Lois pinched her nose to avoid sneezing. Clark decided to come to her rescue.
"Hey Shelby, shhh, come here, boy."
"No, it's okay," Lois defended, bending down to Shelby's level. "You don't have to rescue me every time he comes over to me. It's not fair," she said, petting him. "I have to get used to it, Clark."
Clark raised an eyebrow.
"You've been doing this for weeks now. What's with the good behavior?"
"I am not on good behavior," she yawned. "I'm just too tired to drive you crazy."
"Yeah, speaking of that," Clark said, stepping closer. "We have to-what are you making?"
"I was attempting biscuits but I screwed up, so now they're like hockey pucks."
Clark smiled and took the potholder off her hand.
"Here, why don't you go lie down and I'll make us something to eat."
Startling both of them a loud and forceful knock on the front door pounded over and over.
"Clark, get that before it wakes up your mother."
Martha Kent was upstairs sleeping off her jet-leg from being in France. Clark rushed over to the door and opened it to see Sam Lane in front of him.
"General," he breathed.
Sam brushed passed him, coming in uninvited.
"Daddy," Lois said, disenchanted, walking towards the front door.
"Lo, you've got some explaining to do. You both have some explaining to do."
"How do you even know?" she asked.
"Chloe told Lucy. I talked to Lucy. Now it's your turn. Start talking."
Clark looked to Lois. She seemed to lose all strength when her father talked down to her. He watched her try to keep her dignity. He watched her shoulders slump for a second, her head drop, but then she took a different approach. Sarcasm.
"Well Daddy, I'm pregnant."
"Don't smart with me, Lo. You're not married. You're not in a relationship. In fact if I'm not mistaken this farm boy was in a relationship with someone else and had been for years. Is this what you've lowered yourself to?"
"Hey," Clark interrupted. "Lowered herself? I'm sorry, but this is my house and you have no idea who she is and you have done nothing to warrant any judgment over her. When was the last time you saw either one of your daughters? You ship one away from you and you drag the other one from place to place giving her overly strict discipline to the point that you make my parents look saintly."
"Son—"
"No, you have absolutely no right to come here and accuse her of anything. I am thrilled she's pregnant and this is real and it's the best thing I could've ever asked for. I want her here and you can't change that. Don't look down on us. I want you to leave here and you are not welcome back until you can be happy for her."
"You have no authority to tell me how to speak to my own daughter."
"No, but I can keep you from insulting her in my house," Clark said guiding him to the door, stunning the General by steering him out of his house and shutting the door behind him.
Clark was thoroughly pissed off. He slammed the door and shook his head.
"Lois, I know that's your father and you love him but—"
His words were lost in her kiss. She grabbed the sides of his red jacket and pulled his mouth harder against hers. Caught off guard Clark instantly caught up with her and kissed her back.
"You know," she murmured, teasing him with her tongue. "Usually someone who fights my battles for me I get irritated. But that, that was incredible."
"I didn't upset you?" he said, tugging on her lower lip.
"I'll call him next week and work it out but maybe, just maybe there's a small chance you got through to him on some miniscule level."
Pushing his jacket off, she pulled back looking at the staircase.
"You have better hearing than I do. Is she awake?"
Clark listened. "Not that I can tell."
Lois smiled mischievously and took Clark's hand. "Just to be safe, let's go to your Fortress of Solitude."
"Lois," Clark said, now getting nervous again.
"Shut up and come with me."
Climbing up the steps Clark felt the desire grow for her to a point where most of his sanity had been lost somewhere after he'd kicked her father out and after she'd grabbed his hand and dragged him off. He felt power, strength, and a need for her. The air was cool, but not too cool. He smiled at her and kissed her deeply. For weeks she'd been distant and kind. Finally she was teasing him, playing with him, joking with him and he wanted her to have a good time. Distract her from the drama that had been the last…well…several years.
"Lois," he whispered, gently laying her back against the table, sweeping the objects out from behind her to give her a clean landing on it.
His soft hand went up to caress her jawline, slithering down her neck. She smiled spanning her fingers out against his thighs running her fingers up and down. Instantly he felt small sparks of pleasure melted inside of him. Wanting to rid him of the denim jeans she reached for the zipper and pulling it down, Clark felt himself straining against the fabric for her. Grabbing her hands he stopped her from freeing him of the offending material.
"Stop stop," he said, breathing hard.
She smiled, loving that she was getting to him.
"Now's not the time to stop."
"Look, you know there's nothing I'd like more, but I've told you—"
"Would you stop? Clark, we've already slept together and you didn't hurt me. I may be the first person you've slept with while you had your powers but it was safe. For whatever reason, it all worked out. I didn't even know you were any different than anyone else."
"It could've been a fluke!"
"Clark!" she said, getting frustrated. "I'm pregnant."
"My point exactly."
"I'm pregnant and I have hormones inside me and I want you. You might want to take advantage of that because when I have this baby, all these hormones are going to leave my body and I'm going to be dead tired. Take a hint, Smallville. For how much I want sex right now, you don't want to turn me down."
He exhaled. Every fiber in his body ached for her and he wanted nothing more than to throw her on the ground and make love to her.
"We've already been together with you having your abilities. You didn't harm me in any way, and you won't this time. If anything even remotely harmful begins to happen I will end it…but it won't," she assured him. "Now shut up and come here," she whispered, cupping his face and descending her mouth of his.
She kissed him slowly, deliberately, and openly. Though he kissed her back she could taste the fear on him.
"Stop worrying," she murmured. "Stop," she ordered.
She felt his lips forcefully brush over hers, tangling, sliding, nipping and pretty soon there was nothing between them but the night air. Clark's hands went to her stomach and he pulled her shirt open, the cool wind enforcing goosebumps on her stomach and chest. Pushing the shirt from her shoulders it fell to the ground behind her, hands and arms entwining back around each other with eager mouths.
Unzipping his pants she slid them down taking him into her hands, pumping up and down until she felt the dampness coming from his tip. Yanking her hand away roughly he shocked her with his roughness.
"Watch it," he told her.
Lifting her up onto a wooden support beam he undid her jeans and slipped them off. Climbing off and into his arms she whispered to him to lie them down on the table. Doing so, they rid themselves of the rest of their clothing. Moving her long legs slightly apart she clutched her arms around him, inviting him into her open body. He let go, collapsing inside her, feeling her hot and pulsating. Her nails dug into his back, the prenatal vitamins making them hard and thick.
"Clark, please," she whispered, opening wide and pulling him in deep.
He cried out against her ear, whimpering with satisfaction. Her insides throbbed, beating hard as sweat poured down her back sticking to the table. Blood strained against her veins with each thrust and Clark licked her neck making his way to those veins.
Thrusting, he realized he was knocking her hard back and forth over the wooden table. Reaching over, he lifted her head, cupping a handful of thick locks of hair and brought her lips to his, swallowing her cries.
He tugged her lower lip, arching her back, urging his mouth downward to lick her neck as the final tremors and waves slithered through her, cresting inside her, sparking her climax. Squeezing him hard she caused the spasms inside and he drove hard into her for all he was worth, lifting her arms above her head, sweeping his lips over hers. Crashing together, they cried out their release and he squeezed her fingers a little too hard.
"Clark, my hands!"
He loosened his grip instantly.
"Sorry," he murmured against her ear.
He lifted himself up so he could down on her beautiful, heaving body. Her eyes looked up at him, flushed and exquisite and for the first time he wanted more from her. He ached for so much more than this.
"What?" she asked breathlessly, seeing the desire in his eyes.
Her body rose and fell beneath him with each gasping breath. She was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.
"Someday," he told her. "Someday, you're going to want me here," and he placed a hand over her heart. "I know not right now. But I'll get you there. I will get you to feel about me the way I've come to feel about you. I want you to feel that way, Lois."
Lois could literally feel the block over her heart being jerked around by him. Though tears grew in her eyes, she locked her heart back safely. Her beautiful eyes met his and she placed a hand over his.
"I don't wanna be broken," Lois explained.
Clark combed her hair with his fingers using his free hand.
"I won't break you. Every dream you've ever had, I want to bring it to life."
She could feel herself wanting to be around him every minute, baring her soul, something she never wanted to do again.
"Clark," was all that she could come up with to say.
"Let me in, Lois. Not for the baby, but for us. And the first step is getting out of here."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't keep commuting here every night for the rest of your life. It's time to move on from the farm. You, Chloe, you're all moving on to Metropolis. It's time I did too."
Lois was stunned. "You mean you're—you'd leave the farm?"
"Yes. I'll buy a place in the city near The Daily Planet and we'll start a life in Metropolis where we can raise the baby. It's time."
"Clark, I don't want you to give up your life, your family's life because I have to drive. I've been driving to the Talon forever. It's no big deal. This farm is all about your family. This is your history, your memory."
"We can make new ones. I don't want to farm all my life. I need to see what's out there. I want to go with you. Let's get the hell out of this room and go somewhere."
The tears shot down her face. She sat up and held her shirt to her body like a shy little girl.
"What?" Clark said sitting up beside her.
"I'm sorry, you're just being so kind to me and I didn't grow up like that."
She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, embarrassed to have had them. Clark held her.
"Let's go to bed."
She put her pants back on and handed him his. After she'd put her own clothes back on, she held her hand out to him.
"Sleep with me tonight."
That was a first for Lois. Clark smiled, anxiously grabbing her hand and following back to the bedrooms.
~~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~~