Army brat, Farm guy
Chapter 10 Dessert and more
METROPOLIS, Daily Planet
"Clark, are we out of strudel already?" Lois whines.
"I'm afraid so. Are you feeling deprived over there?" Over there was her desk facing his, all of 4' away.
"Yes, please. Don't we have a lead to chase in Switzerland? Hm?"
"Are you ready for a flight," he whispers.
"Well, now that I have 2 suits, we need to give one a whirl. Don't you think?"
"This Saturday?" He muses.
"This Saturday," she confirms.
"I'll call my travel agent, Lois." He winks.
"Thank you, Clark!" She grins.
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FRIDAY EVENING, LOIS' APARTMENT
Lois has invited Clark over for dinner (An authentic cuisine, his choice, he brings), plus her pre-flight checklist. She will not tell him what that entails. Clark chooses a shorter flight, to San Felipe, Baja California, Mexico; rather than Italy, China, Thailand or others.
KNOCK CNOCK pause KNOCK
Clark's distinctive request for entry. She lets him in, of course.
"Something smells divine!"
"My cologne, maybe?" He grins.
Lois stares.
"No?"
"No. Food. Those bags, lover boy."
'Hm . . . she's never called me that before, I wonder?'
After he sets the bags on the kitchen table, they eagerly engage in a mini make out session. The table is already set, so Clark gets the food out and arranges it.
"Corona?" Lois whispers.
"A clue," he suggests.
"I love Mexican!"
"I know." He pulls her chair out and she sits. He joins her, offers a blessing and they dish up. Before them are soft fish tacos, carne enchiladas, arroz, refritos, warm tortillas (heat vision) and 3 sauces (mild, warm & hot).
"Anything beside the tortillas that you wish warmed up?"
"Enchiladas, please." He obliges, she smiles.
"Cooled off?"
"The Corona, please." (This good manners thing has really taken hold of Lois)
He obliges, again. Is there anything he won't do for her? She has yet to find it.
They chit chat as they eat. The sumptuous food elicits an occasional moan from his beautiful companion.
'OMG! This is like foreplay!'
He will find out before the evening is done!
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DESSERT #1
As he serves the flan, and a 2nd Corona she asks.
"Clark, where did you get this fabulous food?"
"San Felipe, Baja California, Mexico. It was a stop on my world tour. The little town was being harassed by a gang of 8 bullies. I stopped, stayed with Jose and Maria for a week and cleaned things up."
"And I bet you return once in a while, right?"
"Yup. Jose and Maria own and operate a small restaurant."
"Ah, and we have just sampled Maria's coking, right?"
"Of course. I left them my cell number. They have called once; another gang of bullies was causing chaos. After I cleaned things up again, I haven't heard from them. So, I occasionally hop on down for some of Maria's home cooking."
"Any chance that I could meet Jose and Maria?"
"If you ask nicely, probably."
"Oh, I can do that," Lois purrs.
Clark's eyes dilate, "I am sure you can."
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DESSERT #2
After a couple of hours on the couch, the TV on so low that only Clark hears. But he is busy, occupied with an off and on make out session. Lois yawns (not really sleepy, a ruse).
"You're staying tonight, yes?"
"Your turn to host a sleepover?"
"Yes, it is. Follow me," she grasps his hand and leads the way to her bedroom.
They have been doing sleepovers for a while, no physical intimacy yet. Once in the bedroom she pauses, "You get the bathroom first tonight."
He mildly attempts to do the gentlemanly thing – she persists. He does his night-time routine and comes out in his boxer-briefs and a colorful silk t-shirt.
After a kiss, or two, she pushes him to sit on the edge of the bed. "I'll be out shortly. Keep the motor running." She winks and disappears.
Anticipation heightens. He dims the lights; he's guessing atmosphere is needed.
The bathroom door opens, and an angel dressed in all white leather appears. She stops in the doorway, leaning on one arm up against the door frame. He doesn't need his x-ray vision to appreciate the woman before him. She slowly prances over to him, stopping just short of his space. She takes his hands in hers, raising one to her lips and softly kissing his knuckles.
"Do you like my suit?" She purrs.
He can only nod, slowly.
"And me in it?" She smirks.
More slow nods. He finds his voice, "I'd like it better with you out of it."
She slowly turns and leans back a little. "Well, do your darnedest, lover boy."
He does.
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02:30
Lois Lane awakens next to a large, warm body. She feels safe, content, loved. She props herself up on her right elbow; eyes half open, gazing at her boyfriend – now lover, Clark Kent. It took them a while to get here, but it was really worth it!
She leans over and lays her cheek on his chest. His strong, regular heartbeat was tremendously reassuring. Lois Lane has never before felt this satisfied with a relationship, with her life, and her career. Almost from the first week she recognized that Clark Kent was someone special. His honest smile; his ever-loving good manners; always helping people; chivalrous; kind; seeing the good in people; it went on and on. It drove her crazy! Until she realized that he was real. Really real.
Of course she had to maintain her cherished persona. Feisty, tough, independent, needs nobody no how, sarcastic, always right, brash, etc. Etc. ETC.
But it got boring. Really boring. And she knew it. She was keeping everyone at the end of a 10-foot pole. Relationships didn't last. Why? Because they eventually realized that Lois Lane was a persona. A charade. An illusion.
So, what did she do to spice it up? She took risks, higher and higher risks. More and more dangerous risks.
And guess what happened? Her career took off. She morphed into the best investigative reporter the Daily Planet has ever had. The most envied byline in the country. 3 consecutive Kerth awards! Or was it 4?
AND THEN – CLARK KENT WON A KERTH
While writing for The Torch, no less. His HS newspaper (Rag). UNHEARD OF!
Lois had read Clark's piece. It was good, very good. But Lois Lane good? Never. That's why Perry White hired Clark, apparently. Virtually unseen & unknown.
Lois was proud of her controlled reaction that 1st day in Perry White's office. Controlled, smooth as ice and twice as nice.
NOW – here she was. No longer ice. Hell, that was by far the hottest she has ever been. Hands down! And she knew without a doubt that he was all in. He was all hers. Can she maintain this? Let the persona go? Ditch the charade? She desperately wanted to. This is every girl's (woman's) dream come true. MUST. NOT. BLOW. THIS. NEVER.
"Lois? You ok?" A sleepy voice croaks. He rolls to face her, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
"Better than OK, babe!" She sighs.
"How much better can it get?" He mutters.
She thinks he is grinning. It's dark.
"I'm not sure. But I want to find out, with you." She whispers.
"Me too, me too."
Sleep soon recaptures them both.
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TBC