CHAPTER 6
An hour later...
"Are you almost ready Lois?" he asks her.
"All set," locking her suitcase and looking up at him; a smile on her face. He walks over and picks it up.
"I'll be right back," lightly kissing her on the lips; leaving behind a breeze that caresses her skin and blows her hair around her face. While she's waiting, she sits down on one of the pillars and thinks about how much she's looking forward to the rest of their honeymoon. Then a certain memory comes into her head. She closes her eyes; remembering that date...
"Let's stop here," he says; getting off his horse and leading it to one of the nearby trees; tying it up. She gets off hers and leads it to where Clark is. He takes the rein and ties hers up too. Then he opens the picnic basket and takes out a large blanket; spreading it out on the ground. She takes out the food and the wine; spreading it out on the blanket.
He sits down and pats the spot next to him; smiling up at her. "What are you waiting for?" he asks her as she's still standing there. She smiles down at him; sitting down next to him. He picks up the bottle of wine; opening it and pouring it into two glasses. He hands her one of them, then holds his up. "I know it sounds cliché," he begins, "But...here's to the third month anniversary of us being a couple. And may we have many more moments like this one," clinking his glass with hers.
"I don't think it's cliché," she remarks; sipping her wine. He puts down his glass and leans forward to lightly kiss her on the lips. "Umm," she sighs as their lips pull apart.
"You really love that Wild Cherry don't you?" kissing her again.
"Drives you crazy - doesn't it?" she says teasingly.
He looks intently into her eyes for a moment, then begins to kiss her again; lowering her down to the blanket and lying on top of her. Her fingers find the edge of his tee-shirt and pulls it up over his head; tossing it onto the ground. Then he starts to unbutton her shirt; kissing her neck at the same time.
"Oh Clark," she whispers as he comes to the last button. Just as he's about to open her shirt, that's when fate steps in; raindrops beginning to fall.
"Damn!" he swears under his breath. They both get up and quickly gather everything together; mounting their horses and galloping away...
"Lois?"
She looks up to see Clark standing there. "That didn't take long?" standing up and walking up to him.
"It's only a couple minutes to Metropolis Airport," he remarks. "What were you thinking about just now?"
"I was just thinking about the time we almost...well...you know," blushing a little.
He blushes a little too. "The picnic we went on for our third month anniversary," putting his arms around her.
"Uh huh," linking her hands behind his neck. "If it hadn't started raining, do you think we would have?"
"Absolutely," he replies without hesitation.
"So why did we never try again?" she asks him.
He looks thoughtful for a moment. "To be honest Lois, I'm not sure why. I certainly thought about it a lot. But for some reason, there never seemed to be a right time."
"I know it may be considered old-fashioned, but I'm glad we waited until we got married," she replies; her hand reaching up to caress his cheek. "It made it even more special," smiling up at him.
"I'm glad too," lowering his lips onto hers. Then he lifts her up into his arms. "Let's go Mrs. Kent. Our honeymoon awaits," smiling down at her as he takes off into the air...
Metropolis Airport
"It was so nice of Oliver to let us use his plane," she says as they enter the cabin . "It sure was," Clark placing their suitcases in the overhead compartments. She sits down in one of the reclining chairs and notices a bottle of champagne nestled in an ice bucket and a envelope attached to it on the coffee table. "Look at this Clark?" holding up the envelope. "It's from Oliver," sliding the note out and reading it aloud...
Dear Clark and Lois:
Just a little something to start off your honeymoon in style. I know the two of you will have a wonderful time together - in every way. I am so happy for the two of you. You were meant to be together.
Congratulations again,
Love,
Oliver
PS: I made sure there were no video or audio feeds on board - so if you feel like joining a certain 'club', go right ahead. It's a lot of fun - TRUST ME.
She slides the note back into the envelope and looks over at Clark. She looks curiously at him. "You have that look Clark."
He raises his eyebrows at her. "What look?" acting all innocent.
"The look you had this morning when you said you were going to 'retaliate'?" raising her own eyebrows. "What are you up to Clark Kent? What dirty thoughts are going through that head of yours?"
He walks over to her; sitting down next to her. "You'll find out in time. Can't tell you all my secrets at once?" leaning forward to kiss her on her neck; his hands moving to her waist.
"Don't you think we should wait until we're at least off the ground?" she murmurs as his lips make their way to the base of her throat. "Umm," she sighs again. "You're sure good at that," her arms wrapping around his waist.
He pulls his lips away and gazes into her eyes. "You're right," he replies; sitting back in his seat and fastening his seatbelt. "We should wait."
She purses her lips into a small frown; sitting back in her chair and attempting to fasten her belt. "I can't get this to fasten," still struggling with it.
"I'll get it," leaning over the armrest and fiddling with it. While he's bent over her lap, she takes the opportunity to have some fun with him; slipping her hand inside the back of his pants.
He gives a start as her fingers grip his ass gently squeezing him. He abruptly sits up and stares back at her. "You planned this whole thing - didn't you?" he accuses her. "There was never anything wrong with this belt."
"You think I planned this?" acting all innocent. She sits back in her chair and fastens her belt with no problem.
He narrows his eyes at her. Then the pilot announces that they'll be taking off in a few minutes and to fasten their seatbelts. A few minutes later, the plane takes off into the sky. Shortly after take-off, the pilot announces that they could remove their seatbelts. "Good," Lois remarks; quickly unfastening hers. "I hate seatbelts."
"It's a wonder you manage to fasten yours when you're in a car," he remarks; unfastening his as well.
"Very funny Smallville," frowning a little. She slips off her shoes and rubs her feet. "Why did I even buy these shoes anyway?" she mutters to herself.
"You know," he says; moving closer to her. "I could do that for you."
"Do what?" eyeing him suspiciously.
"I could give you one of Clark Kent's famous foot massages," winking at her. "How about it?"
"Well," pretending to think about it, "I guess it wouldn't hurt," giving him a sly look.
"Okay Lanie," patting his lap. "Plant those gorgeous tootsies right here."
She lays her feet across his lap. He studies her toes for a moment. "I never pictured you as a 'paint the toenails' kind of girl," he quips; caressing her feet.
"I have my secrets too," she remarks; sitting back against the chair.
"I like it," keeping his eyes fixed on hers as he lifts her foot up to his mouth and begins to gently suck on her toes; starting with the little one and slowly making his way across to the big one.
"Oh," she sighs as he continues to pleasure her toes. "I thought you were going to massage my feet?"
"Foreplay, my dear Mrs. Kent," he murmurs, "foreplay," winking again at her. He lays her foot down; picking up her other foot and paying it the same attention.
"Umm," she sighs again; closing her eyes and feeling a tingle start up within her as he continues his activity.
He notices her eyes were closed. "You like that - don't you?" removing his mouth from her foot and beginning to kiss his way up her leg.
Her fingers grip both armrests as his lips make their way to her inner thighs; his fingers pushing her skirt up. "Ohh," she moans softly as they reach the waistband of her panties and slowly pulls them all the way down her legs; pulling them completely off.
"If I were you, I wouldn't bother with underwear for the rest of our trip," he tells her; just before he inserts his head in between and begins to nibble...
TO BE CONTINUED...