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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lois was completely and utterly shell-shocked at Clark’s brilliant idea. She stared at him with wide-eyes, like he had grown a second head or something, and wondered, briefly if he had gone insane.
She didn’t speak.
She didn’t blink.
When she had told him that she wanted to do something with him, she had never in a million years expected him to suggest this. It was crazy. There was no way in hell that she was even going to consider doing this—that she could even attempt to do this.
What makes him think that this was going to be a good idea?
It definitely wasn’t. It was a horrible, horrendous idea, and she had no intention of going along with it. Nope! No way in hell!
She wanted to spend more time with him, of course, she did, but this? This was just outrageous. She wouldn’t—couldn’t do it. She was an adventurous person at heart. She enjoyed challenges, especially ones that made her do things she never expected doing, but this seemed more daunting than anything she has ever done before.
It just wasn’t something that has never crossed her mind, and honestly, she didn’t believe she could actually do this.
Clark watched, as the cogs in her brain turned and turned relentlessly, and couldn’t stop the chuckle from escaping past his lips, at the deer caught in headlights expression that was plastered across her face. He knew what she was doing. She was either trying to grasp what he suggested or was trying to think of ways to get out of this. He had a feeling it was the latter, but he wasn’t going to allow her to wriggle her way out of this one.
He wanted to spend more time with her.
He wanted to do this with her.
He wanted to share this moment with her, and only her.
He took a small step towards her. “Are you ready to do this?”
She heard the tone in his voice, like he was absolutely positive that she was going to do this—that she wanted to do this. She blinked a few times, clearing away her hazy thoughts, and narrowed her eyes at him. “I never said that I was going to go along with this brilliant idea of yours!”
He smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, you are definitely going to be doing this.”
She copied his movements. “Why should I? Why do you want to? Why do you want me to?”
He stood a little bit taller. He wasn’t going to let her stance intimidate him, even though he was stronger and smarter than most humans, there was something about her that shook him to the core, and he would not let her win. She was going to do this, there was no question about that. “Oh, come on, Lois. It’ll be fun, besides just think of this as a challenge. You wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation by renegading on a challenge, would you?”
She glared. He was playing with fire, and they both knew it. He knew she never, ever denied a good challenge, and was using that to his advantage.
She looked away from him, and down at the object—the object that was currently their subject of conversation, and glared at it, like that would make it disappear.
His motorcycle.
The same exact motorcycle that she had been nervous to even ride a few weeks ago, and now, now he wanted her to learn to drive it. Was he freaking delusional? Has he completely lost his mind?
She couldn’t—wouldn’t do it. If he would have offered to give her a ride she would have been all for it, but why in the hell did he want her to learn to drive it? What was the point of this crazy idea?
Normally, she wouldn’t have even thought twice about doing something this adventurous—something this thrilling, but this was different. She was very, very accident prone, and he knew that, especially from the circumstances in which they met, so, again, why did he think this was going to be a good idea?
She knew what was going to happen. It was inevitable. She was going to crash, which wasn’t what was making her hesitate, no, it was the fact that this wasn’t one of her father’s cars or tanks or military jeeps. It was Clark’s motorcycle, which he really didn’t need since he could move faster than a speeding bullet, but it was his nonetheless, and she didn’t want her recklessness to ruin such a beautiful piece of machinery.
She shook her head, vehemently, “No. No. No, I can’t do this.”
He took another step towards her, and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. “Yes, you can. It’s simple, I promise. It’s just like learning to ride a bike.”
She scoffed, and rolled her eyes at that. “Yeah, sure, like riding a bike without training wheels.”
He laughed. “You don’t need training wheels. It’s really, really simple, and fun, besides you have me here.”
She narrowed her eyes at him before sarcastically replying, “Oh, like that makes me feel any better about this situation! You, my friend, are practically invincible. Me, on the other hand, not so much.”
He frowned, and dropped his hands from her shoulders. “Lois, do you really believe that I would let anything bad happen to you? I would never let you get hurt.”
She shook her head. She knew that. He couldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone let anything happen to her. Honestly, she wasn’t really worried about getting hurt, that was something that never, ever dissuaded her from doing things that she probably shouldn’t have done. She was just trying to wriggle her way out of this. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was the fact that she was a little nervous about this, more so than she was when she rode with him the first time around.
“What are you so worried about then?”
She sighed. “I’m not worried exactly.” She took a deep breath. “What if I crash?”
He smiled. She would worry about something like that. “Don’t think about that, besides if you do I’ll be there to catch you.”
“And the motorcycle?”
He stared at her. She was more worried about what would happen to his motorcycle? He shook his head, the smile reappearing on his face. “You’re seriously worrying about what could happen to my bike if you crashed?”
She nodded.
“Look, if you do crash the bike can be fixed, you can’t so, would you just stop worrying, and get on the damn bike?”
She narrowed her eyes at him. He was serious about this. He made sure to knock out every one of her excuses, pathetic as they might be, and make her get on that damn motorcycle.
She looked between him and the bike, a few times before sighing, in defeat, he wasn’t going to let her get out of this one. “Okay. Okay, I’ll do it.”
He grinned from ear to ear. She was actually going to go along with it. He had really, really hoped she would want to, even though he kind of pressured her to, but if she really didn’t want to than she would have never agreed to it in the first place.
This was going to be so much fun!
He didn’t really know or understand why he wanted her to do this so desperately, but figured that maybe he just wanted to do anything that allowed him to spend as much time with her as possible. Besides, this would be something that he has never, ever done with anyone else before, and it was nice knowing that he would only share this memory with her. He walked over to the motorcycle, and motioned with his hands for her to take a seat.
She hesitated, momentarily, before walking over to the motorcycle. She swung her leg over the seat, and very slowly, and very cautiously sat down.
She was nervous, more so, than she has ever felt in her life.
She knew it.
He knew it.
How the hell did she get herself into this damn situation?
She looked at Clark, and groaned, silently, knowing the answer to that question. She could never resist that handsome face—that irresistible boyish smile—that overwhelming happiness that she could see in his eyes. She just couldn’t resist Clark Kent altogether.
He stifled a chuckle, at her obvious nervousness, but he knew that once she felt the wind whipping across her face that she would realize that there was no reason to be nervous, and that it was going to be fun and exciting. He walked over to the front of the bike, and pointed out where the kickstand, ignition, front and back brakes, and clutch were located. He explained that she needed to keep pressure on the brakes after starting the ignition, and that she would have to slowly, and gently release the brakes, as she put pressure on the clutch, and then slowly twist the throttle to get the bike to move. He warned her that if she did it too fast that it could jerk the bike forward, and not to press on the brakes too hard or she could flip the bike.
She nodded, listening intently to everything he was explaining to her. She could tell that this obviously meant a lot to him. He wanted her to learn this. He wanted to teach her. He wanted to experience this with her. She figured that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to share something with her that was uniquely them, and wouldn’t put a damper on that, besides it was nice knowing that this was something that only they shared together.
After he was sure that she had grasped everything he explained, he pointed towards the side of the motorcycle. “Okay, now, I want you to push up the kickstand, and make sure to keep the bike level, then I want you to start the ignition.”
She did.
He took a step back, watching her, but didn’t venture too far away, just in case she wasn’t able to keep the bike upright. He wouldn’t ever let her get hurt, in any way. Once it seemed that she had control over the weight of the bike, he pointed towards the handles, “Okay, I want you to slowly release the brakes, and press the clutch at the same time, but remember what I told you, don’t do it too fast.”
She took a deep breath before doing as he instructed, but she did it way too fast, and the motorcycle jerked forward. She yelped, clutching the brakes with her hands, and snapped her eyes closed. Her entire body was frozen. Her heart was pounding in her chest. She could feel her hands trembling.
He quickly jumped forward, effectively placing his body in front of the bike, just in case it moved. He saw the terrified expression take over her features. He noticed how her hands were trembling. He could see how tense her body had become. “Lois?”
She slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at him, her hazel orbs locking onto his aquamarine ones.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, even though she felt anything but.
“Do you want to try again?”
She wasn’t too sure about this anymore. She was already nervous about this in the first place, and now, well now she was doubting herself. “I-I don’t think I can do this.”
He smiled. “Yes, you can. Come on, just try again.”
She shook her head. “No. No, I can’t do this, Clark.”
He heard the fear, that was laced in the tone of her voice, and how her body still seemed tense. He needed to figure out a way to make her see that she could do this, and calm her down so, she would feel alright about all of this.
He smiled, as an idea came to him, even though it wasn’t exactly ideal on his part, it just might help her out a little bit. “I have an idea.”
She rolled her eyes. Great! Another one of his brilliant ideas, she thought.
He slowly walked around the bike, tossed his leg over the seat, and sat down directly behind her.
She froze. He was sitting behind her. He was so close to her now. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Wh-what are you doing?”
“Relax. I’m just going to help you out a little bit. It will make it easier for you, I promise.”
She nodded, but this was way more daunting than doing this by herself, especially since when he was too close to her he clouded everything. Her mind. Her heart. Her senses. This wasn’t going to help, nope, not at all.
He leaned closer to her, and placed his hands-on top of hers. He tensed, immediately, when he felt the heat of her skin upon his, and wondered if this was a good idea or not. Probably not, but it was too late to back out now. He guided her left hand over the brake and throttle, and guided her right hand over the clutch. “Let’s try again, okay?”
She took a breath, allowing him to help her, and when the bike jerked forward again, she yelped, completely startled. She felt her entire body freeze. He felt her body tense, even more so, and he needed her to calm down if they were going to get anywhere. He moved closer to her, his chest pressing against her back, softly squeezed her hands, and whispered in her ear. “Lois, just relax, okay? I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I’ve got you.”
She nodded, and took a deep breath. She could do this. She would not back down from this challenge. She was independent. She was strong-willed. She was going to do this; besides he was here with her, and that made her feel better, knowing that he wouldn’t let anything happen to them. She trusted him with her life.
She tried again, and this time the motorcycle gently, and slowly glided forward. She smiled. She did it! She actually did it! She knew it was only because he was there with her, he made her feel like she could do anything, as long as he was with her.
He grinned from ear to ear. He knew she could do it. “Great job, Lois. Do you want to go faster?”
She didn’t hesitate on the answer. “Yes.”
He gently put pressure on her left hand, guiding her fingers to put a little more pressure on the throttle, and the bike accelerated.
She giggled, at the new speed, and relished in the feeling that consumed her insides. She could feel the wind whipping across her face. It was the most amazing, and thrilling feeling she has ever experienced. Clark was right. This is fun.
He grinned, at her obvious amusement. He knew she was going to enjoy this, she just had to get over her nervousness about it.
She laughed, like never before, as she accelerated, and sped down the darkened streets of Estes Park.
He grinned when he heard her laughing, and knew that he always wanted to hear that beautiful sound coming from her lips. After a few minutes, he slowly loosened his grip on her hands, but didn’t remove them completely, just in case she needed him, and honestly, he liked the feeling of her skin under his. He gently rested his chin on her shoulder, and allowed her to guide them wherever she wanted them to go.
One hour later, they were still driving down a dark, isolated road, and they had smiles plastered on their faces, but it wasn’t from the rush of the ride anymore.
Lois had never felt this amazing in her entire life. At first, the rush of driving a motorcycle for the first time was all she could think about, but now, she was acutely aware of his presence behind her. She could feel his hard, muscular chest pressing into her back. She could feel the heat radiating from his hands, as they rested atop of hers, and it felt like fire was seeping into her veins. She could feel his breath lingering on her neck, as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She was definitely aware of him now, more than ever before. A few weeks ago, when she had first ridden with him, it had felt good to have him so close, but now, it felt incredible to have him so close to her. She wanted this feeling to last forever, but knew she would have to pull over sooner or later. They couldn’t just drive all night.
Clark felt like he couldn’t breathe, which wasn’t normal for him, but ever since he met her, she had a way of ripping the air from his lungs. It didn’t matter if she was smiling at him—talking to him—spending time with him. She always made him feel like he was incapable of breathing, more so, than ever before. He could feel her back pressed tightly against his chest. He could feel a tingling sensation spreading throughout his hands and up to his arms. It was like every time they touched, it sent reactions throughout his entire body, and it consumed his insides thoroughly. He could smell her skin—her hair, as he rested his chin on her shoulder. It was so sweet, just like her, but he would never tell her that. The more time he spent with her, the more he felt like this feeling was getting so, so much more intense, and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted it to stop. He liked the way she made him feel.
A few minutes later, she slowed down the motorcycle, pulled off to the side of the dirt road they were on, and killed the ignition.
He wondered why she was stopping. He didn’t want to let go of her yet. He wished they could stay like this forever, but knew that, that just wasn’t possible, and slowly let go of her hands. He reluctantly moved away from her, and climbed off the bike, but stayed close, just in case she needed his help with anything.
She felt the loss of his heat immediately, and momentarily regretted pulling over, but she needed a break from driving for a few minutes. She pushed the kickstand out, and gently allowed the bike to rest on its side, once she felt like it was steady enough she slowly climbed off the bike. She turned towards him, and grinned from ear to ear.
He grinned right back at her. She seemed really, really happy, and he wanted her to stay like that…always. “So? How was it?”
She grinned, even wider. “How was it? It was so much fun! I’ve never, ever felt anything like that before. We definitely have to do that again!”
He chuckled, at her enthusiasm. “Well, if you want you can drive back to the hotel, and whenever you feel like it you can drive it. I don’t mind.”
“I’d love that.”
She started to take off her helmet, that he made her put on, but her fingers were trembling, in utter excitement that she couldn’t unclasp the straps.
He stepped towards her, and without saying a word, removed the helmet from her head, and rested it on the handle bars. He looked down at her, noticing that her hair was a little tussled, and swiftly brushed it away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ears.
Their eyes locked together, hazel and aquamarine meshed together, and it was nearly impossible for them to look away from each other.
He took a small step towards her, and felt his heart accelerate, as she stepped closer to him. His eyes dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes, and noticed that she had done the same. He really, really wanted to kiss her, god, he wanted to…badly. He wanted to press his lips against hers. Softly. Gently. Sweetly. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist, as he devoured the taste of her. He wanted to feel every single one of her curves meld into his body. He just wanted her in his arms.
She felt her heart begin to race in her chest, as she gazed up into the swirling pools of his eyes. She wanted to kiss him…desperately. She knew she shouldn’t want to—or even think about wanting to, but she couldn’t help it. She wanted to feel his lips pressed firmly against hers. She wanted to run her fingers through his soft, dark hair, as she allowed him to take control of the kiss—her body—her. She wanted to wrap herself around him, and feel his body pressed against hers. She just wanted him. She didn’t care about right or wrong anymore. It felt right, and that’s all that mattered to her. She just wished he would make the first move.
He blinked a few times, vanquishing his thoughts away, and took a step back away from her. He couldn’t believe the direction his thoughts were traveling. He had never in his entire life had this many tantalizing thoughts about a girl before, but somehow, she made him think and do things he never would have done with anyone else. Why did she make him feel like this? He knew he wanted to kiss her—hold her, but that was a line he wasn’t sure he was ready to cross…not yet, because if he did, he could never come back from it—he would never want to come back from it.
She sighed, when he stepped away from her, and wondered if he was ever going to kiss her. She knew he was running from a past he wouldn’t talk about, and she was also running from her overbearing father, but honestly, she was tired of this. For the past several days, they had grown incredibly closer, and knew it was only going to get more intense. She wanted him, more than anything, and it seemed that he did to so, what was he waiting for? This was the third time that they had gotten so close that they could kiss—that they could hold each other—that they could just be with each other.
She quickly looked away from him, trying to hide the disappointment that she knew was spreading across her face, and walked away from him. She slowly walked around the edge of the dirt road, questions running through her befuddled mind. Why wouldn’t he just kiss her already? Did he not want to? Was there something wrong with her? She looked into the darkened woods, which had more trees than she has ever seen before, hoping—praying they would give her the answers she needed—wanted.
He watched, as she turned, and walked away from him. He swore that he saw a glimpse of disappointment cross her features, but it was gone before he could analyze if he actually saw it or not.
He sighed.
What the hell was wrong with him?
Three times. He had wanted to kiss her—hold her—mold her body to his three times already, and he always, always was the first one to step away. Why couldn’t he just do it? Why couldn’t he just accept and take what he wanted?
He knew three things for a fact. Firstly, he liked her…a lot. Secondly, he wanted her more than anything. Thirdly, he wanted to stay with her…as long as possible. So, what the hell was he waiting for? Why hasn’t he done what he’s wanted to do since they moment he laid eyes on her?
He was brought out of his thoughts by her voice, “Clark, come here, and take a look at this.” He slowly walked over to her.
She looked up from the pathway she had spotted, and up to his face. “I think we should check it out.”
He stared at her. Was she crazy? They didn’t even know where they were, and she wanted to walk into the darkened woods to investigate? He wasn’t too sure about that. He didn’t want anything to happen to her, and even though he could—would protect her with his life, he would hate himself if she somehow got hurt.
She slowly started to walk towards the path, without waiting for his reply, but felt his hand grab her wrist, and gently yank her back to him. She turned towards him, frowning, “Clark? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Look, we should probably just get going, it’s really late.”
She studied him for a few seconds, seeing hesitation and slight fear etched onto his features. She smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “What, are you scared, Clark?”
He scoffed. “No, I’m not, but I just don’t think this is a good idea.”
She rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m going whether you want to or not.” And with that she turned away from him, and started walking into the dark forest.
“Lois!” He yelled out, and quickly chased after her. He was not letting her go in there by herself, and relegated to just going with her since he knew he would never get her to change her mind about this.
After a few minutes of walking down the dirt pathway, she stopped in her tracks because she was literally surrounded in complete darkness. She couldn’t see anything in front of her, or even the outlines from the trees. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, she thought. She wasn’t afraid of the dark, never has been, but this was just a tad bit different since she really had no idea where they were. “Clark?”
He heard the nervousness in her voice, and quickly walked over to the sound of her voice. “It’s okay, Lois. I’m right behind you.”
She sighed, in relief, it made her feel better knowing that he had followed her in here. “I can’t see anything.”
He looked around, and was thankful for his powers at this moment since he could still see the path, and the trees that surrounded them. He could have easily just grabbed her, and pulled her out of here, but he knew she wanted to do this. He quickly grabbed her hand, enclosing it in his larger one, and squeezed it. “Come on.”
They walked for a few minutes, but stopped dead in their tracks when they heard the sound of running water.
She tried looking around, but couldn’t see anything, luckily, he still could. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. Come on.” He dragged her behind him towards the sound of the rushing water, and they both stopped as they entered a clearing, which was illuminated in light from the moon, and that’s when they saw the most beautiful waterfall they had ever seen before.
Lois let go of his hand, slowly walked over to the waterfall, and brushed her fingertips across the cool water. It felt amazing. What was this place? It was so beautiful here, but most of all, she could see everything around her. She turned towards him, smiling, “It’s so beautiful here.”
He slowly walked over to her, and noticed that the bright moonlight shined down on her making her look absolutely astonishing. He had never seen anything more perfect than she looked right now. He smiled down at her, “Yeah, it really is.”
She blushed, and looked away from him, knowing that he wasn’t talking about the waterfall or the wilderness that surrounded them.
He smiled, at her sudden shyness, and felt the sudden urge to make her look at him, but instead he walked closer to the waterfall. He had never seen anything like this before, albeit he had never actually seen one before, but it was still breathtaking. He couldn’t understand why it was so hidden in the woods, but was grateful that they had found it, and knew he would probably want to come here a lot.
She watched him for a few moments, and smiled at how happy he looked. She knew he was still dealing with a part of his past that he wouldn’t talk about, but over the past few days she had only seen pure joy and happiness in him, and she liked this side to him. It made her happy to see him being so content. She looked up into the night sky, and saw the bright stars twinkling down on them. “Wow. You can really see the stars from down here.”
He looked away from the waterfall, and saw her standing in the middle of the clearing, staring up at the night sky. He walked over to her, and followed her gaze. “Yeah, you really can.”
She twirled and twirled around in circles, enjoying everything that surrounded them, and knew she wanted to stay here for a while. She could stay here for hours, if she wanted, it was just so mesmerizing here.
He watched her with the biggest smile on his face, and knew what she was thinking—what she wanted to do. “You want to stay for a bit?”
She nodded, but never looked at him. She was too focused on the waterfall, stars, and wilderness. It was nearly impossible to take her eyes off the beauty of this place.
He grinned at her. She seemed so happy here, just like he felt, but it was like she felt more herself here, and if she wanted he would bring her here every single day, as long as he could continue to see her this peaceful. He slowly sat down on the green grass, looked up into the night sky, and stared up into the stars. Memories of his old life came rushing back to him, of a time when he used to do this all the time, but he wasn’t going to let that ruin this moment. He wanted to remember the good times—the times where everything was so much simpler.
She watched him for a few seconds, and saw a sadness creep over his features, but it was gone not even a second later, and she figured that he was probably remembering something that most likely used to mean a lot to him. “It’s peaceful here, isn’t it?”
He looked over at her, smiling, “Yeah, it really is. You know, I used to do this all the time.”
“Do what?”
He smiled even more, as more memories came back to him, “I used to stargaze all the time.”
She smiled. He was opening up to her. He was actually telling her something about his past, without her asking questions, he was doing it willingly, which surprised her because he had never done it before. “I’ve never done it before. I was always either too busy with whatever was going on in my life, and never had the time to sit down, and actually enjoy it.”
“Well, you are definitely missing out.”
He could see that she doubted that she was missing much, but he was going to prove her wrong. He held out his hand, “Come here.”
She slowly walked over, and sat down next to him. He laid down on his back, pulling her down with him, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, as she rested her head on his chest. He started pointing out all the constellations that he could see from their angle, and it felt really, really good to do this again, especially with her.
She was never one for looking up into the stars, but guessed that had more to do with how crazy her father made her life, and wished she would have at least took the time to do it once or twice because it felt nice. She was enjoying the astronomy lesson he was giving her, but knew that if it was anyone else she wouldn’t care less, but with him, everything just felt right.
He tried pointing out a constellation called ‘Orion’s Belt’ but she just couldn’t see it. “Clark, I don’t see three stars that look like a belt. Are you sure it’s there?”
He laughed before grabbing her hand, and raised it into the air. He pointed it directly at the constellation he was talking about. “See? It’s right there. There’s three stars, which are right next to each other. That’s Orion’s belt.”
She smiled, and softly shook her head. “How is that supposed to be a belt? It’s just like looking at clouds and trying to guess the shape. Not everyone can see it, and that doesn’t look like a belt to me.”
He chuckled, dropping their hands, and resting them on his stomach, but didn’t release her hand. “I don’t know, Lois. Maybe some people are just better at this than others.”
She grinned, “Yeah, someone like you.”
He continued to show her constellations, and gave her detailed explanations behind each one of them. It was something he had always enjoyed doing, looking into the stars, and hearing the stories about what the constellations meant, and how they got there. It was even more fun doing it with her.
He softly brushed his thumb over the top of her hand. “You know, I used to sit up in my loft back at home, and look up into the stars, wondering what else was out there.”
She softly giggled, as she squeezed his hand. “Clark, that’s ridiculous. You already know what’s out there.”
He sighed, remembering the day he found out the truth of his origins. “I didn’t at the time.”
She looked up at him. “What?”
He looked into her eyes. “I didn’t actually know where I came from for most of my life, not until two years ago.”
She gasped. “Oh, Clark! I’m so sorry! It must have been so hard growing up, and not knowing or understanding why you were so different from everyone else.”
He nodded. “Yeah, it really was, but I had people that I loved who helped me get through it, and now, well now I have you.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, from the complete sincerity that was laced in his voice. She pushed herself up a little so, she could see his face more clearly. “Clark, I want you to know that I will always be here for you.”
He stared up into her hazel eyes, and felt himself starting to get lost in her beautiful pools. “Do-do you mean that?”
She smiled. “Yeah, I really do. I’m glad I met you, Clark.”
He smiled right back. “I’m glad I met you too.”
She slowly laid back down, resting her head on his chest, and softly closed her eyes, allowing the beat of his heart to lure her into sleep.
He wrapped both his arms around her, absently rubbing his hands up and down her back, and before he knew what was happening, he heard her breaths deepen, and realized she had fallen asleep. He looked down at her, and smiled. She looked so peaceful. He could stare at her beautiful face all night, he wished he could, but he knew that they should probably get going since it was really late or early, he wasn’t too sure. When he was with her time didn’t matter or even register to him, it was just him and her. “Lois?”
She softly moaned, in her sleep, and slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, curling herself into his side.
He grinned down at her. It was obvious that she was a heavy sleeper. He softly shook her shoulder. “Lois. Lois, come on, you need to wake up.”
She didn’t.
He groaned, dropping his head back down onto the ground. He wasn’t going to let her sleep out here, even if it would feel nice to have her in his arms all night, and be able to wake up with her in the morning, but she could get sick.
He very slowly, and carefully sat up with her still on his chest, she didn’t even budge from the movements. He lifted her into his arms, as he rose from the ground, and started walking back towards the road, but stopped dead in his tracks when she mumbled his name. He looked down at her, and waited—waited for her to say something else, thinking that she was waking up, but she buried her face into his neck, and he could feel her breath lingering on his skin.
He softly closed his eyes. She was dreaming about him, and that thought caused him to smile, like he’s never smiled before. What did that mean?
He didn’t know, but he did know that ever since they had found each other again in this town that they were getting closer and closer the more time they spent together. He tightened his arms around her, hugging her to his chest, and breathed in her scent.
She smelled like wild cherries, and it was uniquely Lois. He let her scent overwhelm his senses, fill his mind, heart and soul.
He started walking again, wishing—hoping that this moment would never end—that their time together would never end.
Twenty minutes later, he was completely and utterly frustrated. She refused to wake up. She didn’t flinch, budge or even shift slightly when he tried to wake her up. He officially gave up. He made sure her face was hidden in his neck before he super sped them back to the hotel.
He slowly walked into her room, laid her down gently on the bed, and wrapped the blankets snuggly around her. He stared down at her sleeping form for a few seconds. She was so beautiful. He really needed to figure out what he was supposed to do about these intense feelings for her. At first, he thought that they would fade away like so many other times before, but they weren’t, they were getting stronger every second he spent with her. He would never push her away because of it, but he either needed to try to ignore them or do something about it. He wasn’t sure what he should do.
He shook his thoughts away, realizing he had been staring down at her for a few minutes, and began to walk away from her, but the touch of her hand grasping his stopped him. He slowly turned around, looked down at their intertwined hands then up at her face, and stared into her hazel eyes, which were shining up at him. He slowly sat down next to her, brushed the hair away from her face, and smiled.
She smiled, sleepily up at him. “Thank you for bringing me back here.”
He softly squeezed her hand, “It wasn’t a problem, Lois. You should get some sleep.”
He started to get up, but her hand tightened around his. “Clark?”
He sat back down. “Yes, Lois?”
She stared deep into his beautiful orbs. “I had a great time tonight.”
He smiled. “Me too.”
She yawned, and softly closed her eyes, mumbling, “Goodnight, Clark.”
He watched her until he was sure she was in a deep sleep. He really needed to figure out what he was supposed to do about his feelings. He lifted her hand up to his lips, and softly kissed the top of it. “Goodnight, Lois.” He dropped her hand, stood up, and walked out of her room.
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