CHAPTER 15: THE HONEYMOON - DAY 2 (CONTINUED)

He's about to tell her when suddenly his head pops up. He abruptly gets up and stares out into the distance; a frown on his face.

"What is it Clark?" standing up and taking his arm. He looks over at her and she knows. "Go Clark. You're needed," kissing him on his cheek.

"Lois..." he begins to say.

But she interrupts him. "I'll be right here," she says. "I'm not going anywhere. You do what you have to do. Now go" pushing him in the direction of the villa.

He turns his head for a second and looks over at her; giving her a smile as he super speeds into the villa. Then a second later she feels a breeze caress her bare skin as she watches him take off into the clear blue sky. She smiles to herself as she sits back down on the blanket. She applies the sunscreen and lies down; putting her sunglasses on.

Then she swears to herself; bolting up suddenly and whipping off her sunglasses. She stares into the sky; realizing that he didn't tell her what he named it. Then she remembers another time when he took off and didn't tell her something...

"I'm a little nervous about this dinner," she tells Chloe.

"Why Lo?" looking at her curiously.

"I've never cooked Thanksgiving dinner before. That's why," she retorts.

"Well it's not as if you're doing it all by yourself. You have Clark to help you."

"Help with what?" Clark says; coming into the kitchen.

"Thanksgiving dinner," Chloe replies as Clark walks over to Lois and gives her a kiss.

Clark smiles at her. "Speaking of Thanksgiving dinner, there's something I should tell you," he says; a little nervously.

"What is it Clark?" Lois asks him; not liking the tone of his voice.

"I kind of invited someone to join us for dinner," he replies.

She frowns a little. "Who exactly did you invite anyway?"

"Well..." his voice trailing off.

She stand up and puts her hands on her hips. "WHO exactly did you invite Clark Kent?"

He's about to answer her when he suddenly cocks his ears and listens intently. "I have to go," he says; super speeding away.

Both Lois and Chloe's hair blows around them as he takes off. "Do you ever get used to that?" Lois asks Chloe.

"Nope," Chloe replies; shrugging her shoulders.

Lois looks over at Chloe. "You know, he left without telling me who he invited. Do you have any idea who it is?"

"I have no idea Lo," she says; picking up the cookbook that's laying on the table and reading it.

The phone rings. "I better get that," Lois says; getting up from the chair and walking over to the phone. She picks it up. "Hello? Hi Mrs. K," a smile on her face. "What? No he didn't tell me," a frown replacing the smile. "Alright Mrs. K. See you then. Bye," hanging up the phone.

"So what did she say?" asks Chloe; putting the cookbook back down.

"She said she's looking forward to meeting her future in-law," a frown still on her face.

"You mean she invited..."

"Yep. Apparently Clark invited my father without telling me."

"But isn't that a good thing?" Chloe asks her. "After all, he is supposed to walk you down the aisle when you marry Clark isn't he?"

"I know Chloe. But Clark should have told me."

"I'm sure that's what he wanted to tell you before he took off," Chloe says. "So I wouldn't be mad."

"Mad about what?" Clark returning.

"Mad about you," Chloe replies quickly; winking at Lois.

Lois lifts off her sunglasses when she feels a kiss on her cheek. "Miss me?" Clark asks her; smiling down at her.

"Very much," smiling up at him and watching as he slips off his bathing suit and lies down next to her. "So did everything go okay?" she asks him.

"Everything's fine," he replies; his fingers softly stroking her arm.

"So you took off without telling me what you named it," she gently scolds him.

"I know," his finger moving down to her stomach. "It's just killing you what I named it isn't it?" a wicked grin on his face.

"Come on Smallville," her fist reaching up to punch him in the arm.

He grabs her forearm before she could do it. "I will have none of that Mrs. Kent," pinning both her arms above her head and rolling on top of her.

"You're lucky that you're so damn sexy Smallville," she retorts.

He continues to smile down at her. "So where was I?" ignoring her comment as he lowers his lips down to her stomach. "Oh yeah. I was just about to get up close and personal again with little Lanie."

"Little Lanie? That's what you called it?" staring up at him.

"Oh yeah," he says again; his lips finding their way to her inner thighs. "Little Lanie is just so..." his voice trailing off.

"So...what?" she asks him; beginning to moan softly as his tongue begins to lick her up and down.

"So...yummy," he replies; one of his fingers sliding into her.

"Oh yeah," she moans a little louder; closing her eyes as he continues his pleasurable activity.

"Yep," he says. "I sure do love little Lanie," he murmurs...

TO BE CONTINUED...