CHAPTER 11: THE HONEYMOON - DAY 1 (CONCLUSION)

Several hours later...

"So which one was that again?" she asks him.

Clark picks up the book and takes a quick look. "That one was called 'Kaurma.' In English it's called 'The Tortoise,'" closing the book and setting it back down on the bedside table.

"I liked that one," lightly kissing him behind the ear. "What about you?" she whispers.

"I have to say that my favorite so far has to be the one called 'Dolita,'" he replies.

"Was that one called 'The Swing' in English?" her lips moving down his neck.

"Uh huh," closing his eyes as she kisses her way to the base of his throat.

"I have to agree with you on that one," she murmurs; her fingers gliding down his chest.

"I just love the way you touch me," his arms coming around her.

"Ditto," she replies; removing her lips from his neck and winking at him.

"You are sooo funny," he says in a slightly sarcastic tone. "You do remember what happened the last time you said 'ditto' - don't you?" raising one eyebrow at her.

"I remember. You threatened to spank me - which you never did by the way," she replies with a smirk.

"I will do it. That's a promise," returning her smirk with one of his own.

"I'm just shaking in my stilettos Smallville," the smirk still on her face.

"Now I would just LOVE to see you wearing stilettos - and nothing else," winking at her.

"In your dreams Smallville," folding her arms across her chest.

"Alright - you asked for it," promptly lifting her off his thighs and laying her across his lap; holding her down with one arm.

"You wouldn't!" turning her head to look up at him.

"Oh wouldn't I?" lightly smacking her on the ass.

"If I had known you were this kinky, I never would have married you," she snaps; struggling to free herself from his grasp.

"You know you love it," lowering his head to whisper in her ear. "You love it when I'm bold," continuing to spank her.

"No I don't," a pout on her face.

"Well what about the moment that changed our relationship forever? Or have you forgotten already?"

She looks up at him again. "Damn you Smallville," then turning her head away as she remembers that moment...

She's standing next to her desk at the Daily Planet; reading a piece of paper when Clark suddenly walks up; stopping a few feet away from her.

"Lois?"

She looks up when she hears the sound of his voice. "Did you hear? The brilliant brass over at KZXP have decided to go with someone else for their morning show," sounding upset.

"Lois?" trying to talk to her.

She doesn't hear him; continuing to talk. "After everything that happened. After Ollie and I almost got killed, guess who they decided to go with?" moving closer to him.

Then she holds up a copy of the new poster featuring the woman he had the blind date with. "Apparently blondes test better with morning viewers," throwing the paper down on the desk and getting even more upset.

"Lois," trying to get her attention.

But she rambles on. "I'm sorry. I never should have tried out in the first place or dragged you there with me and I just..."

He grabs her by her upper arms and kisses her. Her eyes stay open for a split second; stunned by his bold move. Then her eyes close as he pulls her closer to him; his arms moving around her waist with his hands resting on her back. Her hand moves to caress his neck as they continue to kiss; their tongues gently caressing the insides of each other's mouths. As they kiss, all she could think of is how amazing it feels to have his lips on hers at last...

"Umm," she sighs," remembering that kiss.

He stops what he's doing when he hears her sigh and looks curiously at her; turning her around so she's facing up. "What are you thinking about?"

"I was just thinking about the night you kissed me," smiling up at him. "What made you decide to do it anyway? You never told me?"

"Well," hesitating for a moment. "I wasn't planning on kissing you right then. I originally wanted to talk to you about what happened with Oliver. Then I was going to tell you that I had feelings for you and to ask you out on that second date."

"But that doesn't really answer my question," she says.

"I realized that actions speak louder than words, so I decided to show you how I felt about you," his fingers lightly caressing her cheek. "Besides, how else was I going to shut you up?" winking at her.

"You are sooo funny Smallville," echoing his earlier words as she pushes him down on the bed and straddles his thighs. "I think it's about time you were punished."

"And how exactly are you going to do that?" a smug expression on his face.

"Now now Smallville," her hand gliding down his chest. "You know me better than that," her fingers finding his nipples. He groans as they squeeze them. She lowers her head to whisper in his ear, "You should never mess with a Lane girl."

"Don't you mean 'Kent'?" a wide grin on his face.

"You really are a smart-ass aren't you?" frowning at him

He suddenly flips her over and straddles her thighs; pinning her arms down. "You better believe it," cocking his head slightly; raising his eyebrows at the same time.

"Hey!" once again trying to wiggle out of his hold on her. "You're the one that's supposed to be punished."

"I'm really not all that bad," acting all innocent. "You're the one who's really bad," lowering his head and taking her breast in his mouth. "But you taste really good," a smirk on his face as his tongue flicks her nipple.

"Ahh," moaning with pleasure as he continues to suckle at her breast; his hand teasing her other one. "You call this punishment?" she manages to gasp out between moans.

He lets it pop out of her mouth. "I'm just getting warmed up," he quips; returning to her breast as his hand slides down her body...

TO BE CONTINUED...