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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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Chapter List
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Song used in this chapter: 'Kiss me' by Sixpence None The Richer
Clark laughed, good-heartedly, as he opened the front door to the café for Lois, and followed her inside, once she entered.
She narrowed her eyes, at his amusement, and turned on him, placing her hands effectively on her hips. “This isn’t funny!”
He laughed even harder. “It’s kind of funny.”
“You cheated! You freaking cheated, and you know it!”
He shook his head, at her little rant about this situation. They had went hiking, like they did every day, at one of the many trails in this small town. The only difference about today was that she had challenged him to a race, which he won, of course, and now, now she was complaining about it. “I didn’t cheat. You just can’t stand the fact that I beat you.”
She glared. “You cheated!”
She stepped closer to him, leaning in close, and whispered, “You used your superspeed or whatever, which by definition means that you cheated!”
He smirked. He knew he probably shouldn’t have used his abilities to beat her at a race, but he couldn’t help it, and it was priceless seeing the expression on her face when she realized that he had beat her.
He gasped, putting on an expression of feigned shock. “Me? What? I would never. Lois, I would never do such a thing to you.”
She scoffed, and rolled her eyes at him. “Yeah, right.”
“Oh, come on, Lois. Don’t be such a sore loser. Just admit it, your peeved at the fact that I actually beat you at something. You’re not used to that, are you?”
She grew even more irritated at his nonchalant attitude. “I am not upset! You cheated, and we both know it. We will be having a rematch, mister!”
He grinned from ear to ear. If that meant beating her again, and then watching her rant and rave about it then he definitely wanted to race her again. It was so much fun. “Okay, we will have a rematch, but whoever wins gets to choose what we do. So, when I win, which I will win, I get to choose whatever I want to do, and you have to go along with it.”
She smirked. That actually sounded like a very good idea. “Okay, you’re on, but that goes both ways. If I win, you have to do whatever I want you to.”
She grew serious, as she stepped even closer to him, and jabbed him in the chest with her finger. “But, there will be no special advantages, is that clear, farm boy?”
He could concede to that, even if he did cheat this time, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “Okay, it’s a deal, but like I’ve already said I didn’t cheat, and it’s going to be so much fun beating you…again.”
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“Yeah, but you deal with me anyways.”
She glared before turning away from him, and stomped her way towards the service counter.
He chuckled, as he followed her, and thought, she was just so damn cute when she got all riled up. He stood next to her, waiting for someone to come take their order, and from the corner of his eye noticed that she was skimming through the menu. “You hungry?”
“No. I was just looking; besides I only wanted a coffee, but it would be nice to have a maple donut while we walked around.” She looked up at him, “You know, since it’s such a nice day and everything.”
He rolled his eyes, “Why am I not surprised that you want a maple donut? If you could, you would live off those damn things.”
“Yeah, that’s true, but you can’t deny that they’re good because every time I get one so do you.”
He ignored that. He wasn’t going to tell her that he actually liked them, but also the only reason he ever ordered them was because she liked them, and he enjoyed doing and eating things that she liked.
“Hi, Clark! What can I get for you?”
He looked up, at the familiar voice, and was surprised to see Joslyn, she usually only worked mornings, or so he thought. “Joslyn? What are you doing here? I thought you only worked the morning shift?”
Lois, who was concentrating on the menu, looked up when she heard the tone of familiarity in his voice. She was a tall, pretty red-haired woman, who had the bluest eyes she has ever seen before. She narrowed her eyes at her. Who the hell was this girl? How does Clark know her?
She smiled up at him. “Oh, you know, one of the other waitresses was a no show, and since I was already here I’m covering for her until someone else can come in.”
He nodded. “Oh, um, have you met Lois?”
She looked over at the beautiful girl standing next to him, no wonder he spent all his time with her, she thought. She smiled, forcefully, “Hi! I’m Joslyn! It’s nice to finally meet you.”
She quirked a brow, “Finally?”
“Yeah, Clark here talks about you all the time.”
She turned towards him, smirking. “Oh, really?”
He blushed, and looked away from her.
“Well, I hope it was all good things, and it’s nice to meet you too.”
Clark spoke up, once he was sure the blush was gone from his face. “Uh, so, can we get some coffees? And two maple donuts?”
Lois looked up at him, smirking.
He felt her gaze on him, and rolled his eyes. “Shut it, Lane!”
She stifled a giggle. “I wasn’t going to say anything.”
“Sure, you weren’t.”
Joslyn watched their bantering for a few seconds before turning away to make their coffees. It was obvious they had a deep connection, but that didn’t mean they were together, right? She didn’t know, but that thought wasn’t going to stop her from hoping—wishing that she had a chance with the most gorgeous man she has ever seen.
She twirled back around, staring up at him with shining eyes, and flipped her long hair over her shoulder. “So, um, Clark, what are doing later?”
He turned away from Lois, when he heard her voice, and frowned, at her question. Why was she asking him that? She had never, in the entire time that he has known her, asked him that before.
Lois, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes at the girl. She could see right through that plastic smile. She was flirting with him. She had the hots for him. She didn’t like that one bit. Nope. Not at all. At first, the girl seemed sweet and nice, but now that she was trying to steal him away from her, even though he wasn’t really hers, she really, really didn’t like her.
She felt fear seep through her, at the thought of him wanting to spend time with this girl, and slowly looked up at him. She stifled a laugh, at the perplexed expression that was plastered on his face. The poor guy couldn’t even tell that this girl was flirting with him, she thought.
He looked down at Lois, and frowned even more so, when he noticed that she was smiling. Why was she smiling? Did she know something he didn’t? “Uh, I think we were planning on going on a drive later, weren’t we, Lois?”
She nodded, her smile growing wider. They were going to drive, on his motorcycle, back to the waterfall they had happened to find two days ago, or ‘their’ waterfall as she had dubbed it. Ever since that night, they had gone back every single night just to stargaze, talk or just lay in each other’s arms, but mostly because they both enjoyed it there so much. She couldn’t wait to spend the night there with him…again. It was like their nightly ritual before they went back to their hotel, and it seemed that they kept staying later and later because neither of them wanted the night to end.
Joslyn looked between the two of them with narrowed eyes, it seemed that whatever they had planned was something they only knew about, and it was like it was some big secret that only they shared together. She didn’t like that. No. It irked her like nothing else ever has. She wanted to be spending all that time with him. She wanted to share memories with him. What was so damn special about this Lois that Clark felt the need to spend all his time with her? She was beautiful, she knew that, but what did she have that she didn’t?
She quickly pushed those thoughts aside for now. “Well, um, you can always do that later or another night, can’t you?”
He looked at her. “Uh, I guess. Why?”
She smiled. She just might be getting somewhere now. “Well, I’m throwing a little party at my house later, and wanted to know if you’d like to come. There will be boos and food for everyone, and I have a swimming pool and jacuzzi.” She batted her eyelashes at him, “So? Do you want to come?”
Lois stared at the girl. In a matter of seconds, she had managed to ruin their plans for the night, and now she was trying to get him to go to her house for some party. She felt the jealousy rise inside of her, and felt it burn through her veins. What would he say? Would he want to go? Would he rather do that instead of going to their waterfall? What about her? Would he leave her to spend time with this girl?
Clark stared at her, completely and utterly surprised by that. He wasn’t really into the whole party scene, never has been, unless he was under the influence of red kryptonite, and every time he did something crazy happened.
He looked over at Lois, who was staring at Joslyn with a weird expression on her face, and wondered, briefly what that was about. As he looked at her, he thought about ‘their’ waterfall, and how they had planned to go there tonight like they usually did every night, and he really, really wanted to do that with her tonight. He enjoyed it when they would stargaze—when they would talk about nothing and everything—when they would just lay down on the grass, holding each other, he enjoyed that part…a lot.
Did he want to sacrifice that for a party? Did she want to go?
He knew that she was more adventurous than he was, and figured that it could be fun, but he would only go if Lois wanted to. He looked back over at Joslyn, who was staring at him with expectation, “Uh, I’m not too sure, but, um, if I do come can I bring Lois?”
Lois looked up at him, surprised and shocked by his response. He wanted to go? He wanted her to come with him? She smiled, at the thought that he wanted her with him whether it was going to ‘their’ waterfall or some party. She knew he was going to ask her if she wanted to go because he wasn’t into the whole drinking and partying scheme of things, she knew that for a fact, but if he wanted to go than she would too, besides it could be fun, as long as they did it together.
Joslyn looked between them, as they stared at each other with a glint in their eyes, and smiles plastered on their faces. She really, really, didn’t want her to come along. It was an invitation for him, and for him only, but thought, that she should have known better. She could see their connection. She knew they spent all their time together. It was quite obvious that neither of them wanted to stray too far from the other. Why was that? Why did he choose to spend so much of his time with her? What was so damn special about this girl?
She wanted tonight to just be about them, and was hoping that after he spent some time with her he would finally see her the way that she sees him, but knew he would only come if Lois was with him.
She sighed, silently, “Uh, yeah, that’s fine, I guess.”
Lois smiled to herself, as she saw the expression on her face from his answer, and noticed how her eyes had darkened. She wasn’t happy that he wanted to bring her along, but what was she supposed to do about that? Clark liked spending time with her, just as much as she did, and it wasn’t her fault that he would rather spend time with her at this party then go by himself. She liked that more anyways, it meant she couldn’t get jealous wondering what he was doing, and who he was doing it with.
Clark smiled.
Lois rolled her eyes. The guy was completely oblivious to the girl’s attraction to him, but honestly that didn’t surprise her at all, especially since he had absolutely no idea what his smiles—his gestures—even his damn voice did to her mind, heart, and soul.
“Okay, well, um, I’ll just give you my address just in case, and you guys can decide if you want to come or not.” She wrote down the information on a piece of paper, and handed it to him.
He took the piece of paper, paid for their drinks and food, and they both walked out of the café, with their coffees and donuts in hand. They walked in content silence, as they enjoyed their maple donuts, and when they were done, Clark looked over at her. “So, um, do you want to go to this party?”
She smiled. She just knew he was going to ask her that. “Yeah, I mean we can if you want to, but why do you want to go in the first place?”
She really didn’t care if they went, but in all honestly, she just wanted to be alone with him just like they planned. He might not be able to see it, but she just knew that Joslyn and all the other girls would want to get their grubby little hands all over him, and what would stop him from giving them the attention they want? They weren’t together, even though she wished they were, and it wasn’t like she was anything special. She was just the girl that he was currently spending his time with him so, what would stop him from ditching her to go spend time with some other prettier girl?
“I don’t know, I mean, it could be fun, but if you don’t want to go then we don’t have to.”
“We don’t have to do everything together so, if you want to go then go have some fun.”
He frowned, as he looked at her. He didn’t like the sound of that at all. He wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to be with her. Didn’t she understand that? Didn’t she see that he was completely and utterly taken by her? Didn’t she notice the way he blushes or stammers every time she teases him?
“No.”
She looked over at him, surprised by his answer. “What?”
“I said no. We either go together or we don’t go at all. Lois, I want to go with you, and nobody else, especially not by myself. So, do you want to go or not?”
She was completely taken back by the sincerity in his voice. He really wanted to spend time with her, and only her. That thought filled her insides with utter happiness.
She shrugged her shoulders, “We can if you want, but I thought you wanted to go to our waterfall—”
She stopped mid-sentence, and groaned when she realized she had just let it slip that she thought of the waterfall they found as ‘theirs’.
He stopped dead in his tracks, as the meaning behind her words hit him, and he smiled, widely, as he looked over at her. “Did you just say that you think of the waterfall as ours?”
She blushed, profusely, and looked away from him. “Uh, yes, no, I mean, I, uh, that’s not what I meant. What I meant to say—”
“Lois…”
“What I meant to say is that it’s not ours, but something we found together, and technically it can’t be ours. We don’t own it. We just found it and—”
He chuckled, at her rambling. She was so damn cute when she was nervous, he thought. He raised his hand, gripping her chin in his hands, and turned her face towards him. “Lois, it’s okay. I, um, I kind of think of it as ours too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do.”
They smiled, the biggest smiles, at each other.
He dropped his hand from her face, and slightly tilted his head to one side. “So? Are we going to this party or not?”
“Sure, I don’t see why not, but you do realize that the only reason you were invited is because Joslyn has a crush on you, right?”
He furrowed his brows, in utter surprise and confusion. “What?”
She rolled her eyes. He was completely oblivious to the effect he had on women. “You seriously don’t see it?”
He just stared, wide-eyed at her.
“She’s attracted to you, Clark! Just like every other girl will be as soon as we get to that party.”
He just couldn’t believe it. Joslyn liked him?
He was confused.
He was surprised.
But most of all, he was worried. He was worried that Lois thought he liked her too because that couldn’t be further from the truth. He didn’t see her that way, and never would, it wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty, he just didn’t think of her in that way. The only time he ever thought about her was when he was in her presence. His eyes—his mind—his heart—his soul were completely taken by one person, by one woman, and she was standing right in front of him.
He grabbed her hand, and gently rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t because I don’t see her like that, and at this party it still won’t matter because I won’t see anyone else in that way either.”
She looked down to the ground. What did that mean? Did it mean that he would never see anyone like that because he’s already taken? Did that mean he wasn’t interested in anybody? Did that mean he would never see her like that? Did that mean he wanted to just stay friends?
He groaned, silently, when she looked away from him, and realized that she probably thought he meant that he would never see anyone like that, but he already did, and she had no idea what she did to him. She was jealous, and that stirred something deep inside him—something that he couldn’t exactly explain. She was jealous of him—of him wanting other girls, girls that weren’t her. She had absolutely no reason to be. He would only, and only ever see her. No one shined a light as bright as Lois did in his eyes. He wanted her. He would never, ever want anybody as much as he wanted to be with her.
He could tell that she was upset, probably thinking that he just wanted to be friends with her, which he did, but he wanted so, so much more as well. He placed his finger under her chin, and forced her to look up at him. “Lois…”
She locked eyes with him, and he gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. “It doesn’t matter what they think or what they want. I want to go to this party with you, and I want to spend my time with you, okay?”
She nodded.
“Good. So, I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you want to go or not?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “We can, but what about the waterfall? I thought you wanted to do that too?”
He smiled. It was obvious that she loved it there just as much as he did, but something told him that there was more to it than that, and he hoped that it was the fact that they could spend time together…alone. “How about after the party we go there just like we planned to? How does that sound?”
She smiled. “I’d love that.” She smirked, as an idea came to her. “You know, she did say that she had a swimming pool. You, Mr. Kent, are going swimming with me.”
He dropped his hand from her face. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”
She pouted.
He laughed. “That’s not gonna work, Miss Lane.”
She growled, playfully at him. “Spoilsport.”
He chuckled, and they continued their journey towards their hotel, with their hands still intertwined.
A few hours later, they walked up the wooden steps to Joslyn’ house, and knocked on the door. They waited a few seconds before the door swung open, and Joslyn smiled at them, or Clark to be exact. “Hi! You made it!”
Clark noticed that she didn’t even bother greeting Lois, and he thought, maybe Lois was right, and for some reason it irritated him that she didn’t even acknowledge her. “Yeah. We made it.”
Lois smiled to herself. It was obvious Clark noticed how she disregarded her, like she wasn’t even there, and he made sure that she knew that he was here with her, and no one else.
Joslyn looked over at Lois, and her smile faded, slightly. She knew that she was there, of course, and a part of her had hoped that he would come alone, but she had a feeling that she would come with him. She had big plans for tonight—tonight he would finally see her as something more than the girl who serves him coffee and breakfast in the mornings, but in order for that to happen she needed to find a way to separate them so, that she could be alone with him. She wanted him, more than she’s wanted anybody before, and if she could just get him alone, flirt with him a little, and maybe, just maybe kiss him then she wouldn’t have to worry about Lois anymore. It had always worked before, she thought, carelessly.
She looked Lois up and down. She was wearing black denim skinny jeans, which hugged her legs like a second skin, and a dark red tank top, which didn’t reveal too much. Did she not own anything else? This was a party. The girls were supposed to wear dresses, to impress the guys, of course, but it seemed she didn’t get that memo.
She smiled to herself. This could work to her advantage. She was wearing a tight, beautiful pink dress, which flowed just above her knees, and it revealed just enough to give him a little sneak preview. She hoped—prayed that it was enough to divert his attention from Lois and onto her. “Well, come on in! What would you like to drink? We have beer, whiskey, even some fruit drinks.”
Lois smiled, a fake smile. She saw the way she sized her up, but of course, Clark didn’t notice. Not like it actually mattered though, he was here with her, and that’s all that mattered. “I think we’ll wait on drinks. We were going to go for a swim, isn’t that right, Clark?”
He nodded. He really, really didn’t want to get involved in this, ever since Lois had told him that Joslyn liked him he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about all the times he had seen her, and wondered how he could miss something like that, but figured that it was because he only cared about what Lois thought of him—wanted from him. That’s all that mattered.
Joslyn glared, slightly, at the way Lois was talking for him, but smiled nonetheless. “Uh, okay, just let me know if I can get you anything.”
They walked up the steps, and looked around the quite large house. It wasn’t what they were expecting. The entire house was filled with people, albeit a bunch of drunken teenagers, and the music was extremely loud. Yeah, definitely not what they were expecting when she had told him it was going to be a small party.
Lois grabbed his arm, making him look down at her, “I’m going to go get changed. I’ll meet you by the pool?”
He nodded. She knew he wasn’t going to swim with her, but it made him smile that she still wanted him there with her. He watched her walk away from him before making his way outside.
Thirty minutes later, Lois stood in front of the mirror of the bathroom, and wondered if this was a good idea or not.
She felt nervous.
She felt overwhelmed.
But, most of all she felt exposed.
This wasn’t something that was relatively new to her, especially since she had done this a million times when sneaking off to parties she wasn’t allowed to go to, but this was different. She had worn items such as this one several times before, but it just didn’t feel the same, and there was one specific reason for her trepidation. It wasn’t bad enough that she would be strutting around in a bikini in front of people she didn’t even know, but to make matters worse she would be practically half naked in front of him. In front of Clark.
Yeah. She felt extremely exposed at the moment, more so than ever before, and she wasn’t too sure about this anymore—she wasn’t feeling so confident about this anymore.
In any other circumstance, she would have walked out there like it was no big deal—like there was nothing stopping her from doing what she wanted, when she wanted, but Clark was waiting for her, and that was her problem.
She liked him…a lot.
She had very, very intense feelings for him.
She wanted him, like nothing she’s ever wanted before.
She sighed, and softly closed her eyes. She really needed to figure out these feelings—emotions that he brings out of her because it was making everything so much more complicated than it should be. She’s liked guys before, that wasn’t new to her, but feeling this strongly about one guy was definitely new to her, and she didn’t know what she was supposed to do.
She wanted him to make a move, do something, it would make everything so much easier for her, but it was obvious that he was either too scared to do something or didn’t feel the same way she did, but she hoped that it was the former. She didn’t know what she would do if he only wanted to be friends, honestly that would crush her because she wanted to be more than just friends. She wanted all of him.
She groaned, loudly. She needed to figure this out, and now because she wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take. She took a deep breath, it was now or never, she thought before walking out of the bathroom.
Clark sat on one of the benches next to the very large swimming pool, and was becoming extremely worried since it had already been forty-five minutes. Where the hell was she? Was she okay? Should he go looking for her? What was taking her so damn long?
He contemplated getting up to search for her, but what if she showed up, and he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t do that to her so, he was going to wait for her.
He was feeling too many emotions at the moment to count, but the most profound one was nervousness. He was completely and utterly nervous about what was about to happen, and what he was about to see.
Lois, the girl who somehow can’t leave his head or heart, would be with him wearing a swimsuit—she would be swimming in the water by herself in that same swimsuit. Was it a bikini? A one-piece? What color was it? Blue? Green? Red? He really hoped it was red, that was his favorite color, and he already knew that she looked amazing in red.
He groaned, and dropped his head into his hands. What the hell was he thinking? Why would he suggest coming to a party, knowing full well that she would go swimming, and would wear something that would practically reveal everything. What the hell is his problem?
He wasn’t sure he would able to control himself if he saw her like that. He wanted her…badly, he knew that, and it had taken everything inside him not to do anything thus far, but if he saw her looking so beautiful, half-naked in front of him, he knew what he would do—what he would want to do. He wouldn’t be able to stop the urge to grab her by the waist, and lay a searing kiss upon her lips. God, he wanted to kiss her—hold her—do anything that made her his, and when he saw her he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.
His thoughts were interrupted by Joslyn, “Hey, Clark!”
He looked up at her, thankful for the interruption from his crazy thoughts, but also nervous that he was alone with her, and Lois was nowhere in sight. This wasn’t good. “Hey, Joslyn.”
She sat down next to him. “What are you doing out here all alone?”
He frowned, remembering that he had been waiting for Lois for almost an hour now. “I’m waiting for Lois. She went to go get changed.”
She smiled to herself. She hoped that her plan would work—that her brother would keep Lois occupied long enough so, she could make her move. “Oh, I think I saw her inside talking to some guy.”
He snapped his head towards her, “What?”
She was talking to another guy? She was spending time with another guy? Is that why she was taking so long? Why would she do that?
He couldn’t—wouldn’t believe that. She knew that he wanted to be here with her, and she would never just ditch him for someone else. He knew that with certainty. She would be here. She wouldn’t keep him waiting much longer.
She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and ran her hand, quite seductively down his arm. “I wouldn’t worry about her too much. I think she’s having a pretty great time so, I think it’s time you start to have some fun.”
He looked down at her hand, the one that was currently stroking his bare arm, and willed himself not to cringe at her touch. He didn’t want to be rude by telling her to get her grubby hands off him, but he also didn’t like the fact that she was touching him. He only wanted Lois to do that to him. He only wanted Lois altogether.
He was about to tell her that he wasn’t interested, but whatever he was going to say was lost when he spotted Lois walking towards him from the corner of his eyes.
His eyes widened.
His mouth dropped open.
Holy hell! She looked so jaw-dropping gorgeous in her bright red bikini. He knew she looked great in red, but dear lord, she looked absolutely amazing.
Lois smiled, as she walked towards Clark, but that smile faded when she saw Joslyn sitting next to him, and she had her grubby little hands on him. She instantly fumed with utter anger. Who the hell did this girl think she was?
She just couldn’t believe it. Firstly, she had spent way too long in the bathroom trying to talk some sense into herself. Secondly, some guy had stopped her from getting out here to Clark, where she wanted to be. And finally, she finds Joslyn hanging all over Clark. She didn’t like that at all. She wanted to be the only who could do that to him.
He quickly shot out of the chair, completely ignoring Joslyn’s protests, and slowly walked towards her. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, which was becoming quite a normal everyday thing, especially when he was in her presence. He stopped, directly in front of her, and roamed his eyes up and down her figure. She looked even better up close. “Wow! You look great!”
She smiled, not only did he appreciate what he was seeing, but he had also disregarded Joslyn as soon as he noticed her, which made her anger calm down. “Really? You think so?”
His eyes never left hers. “You look beautiful, Lois.”
She blushed. She was not expecting him to be so blunt about it. What happened to her shy farm boy? What happened to the guy who stammered every time she flirted with him?
She didn’t know, but figured she would find out…eventually, but for now she needed to change the subject. “So? Are you going to go swimming with me?
He shook his head, and thought, that he should have known that she wouldn’t have given up so easily.
She grumbled at that.
He grinned from ear to ear. He wanted to, god, he wanted to, but he couldn’t exactly explain to her why he wouldn’t take his shirt off. He couldn’t—wouldn’t allow her to see the scar on his chest. She would have questions—questions he wasn’t ready to tell her yet, but maybe, just maybe one day he would feel comfortable enough to let her know everything, but that day wasn’t today.
“You know, most people enjoy going swimming.”
He smirked. “Well, I’m not like most people.”
She rolled her eyes. She already knew that, but they weren’t talking about his abilities here, and that’s when a thought occurred to her, but it couldn’t be true. “Don’t tell me you can’t swim?”
He laughed. “Of course, I can, I just don’t want to.”
“So, then you’re afraid of the water?”
He shook his head. She just wouldn’t give up. “No, I’m not afraid of water. I just don’t want to go swimming.”
She started taking off her shoes, and threw her clothes on a nearby bench, “Whatever. I think you’re just trying to find an excuse to not go swimming with me.”
He ignored that. He wanted to, but aside from the scar on his chest, he wasn’t sure what he would do if they were swimming together, in the dark…alone. “Well, maybe I wanna watch the competition, you know for that rematch I was promised. It would be so great if I not only beat you on land, but in the water too.”
She looked up at him. “Did you seriously just say that? Are you really bringing this up again?”
He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, “Oh, I seriously just did, and I really am.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “Let’s get something straight here buster! You cheated today! So, next time whether it be on land or in the water you will not be using your superpowers! You got it, Clarkie?”
He frowned at the new nickname. “What did you just call me?”
She grinned, that obviously caught him off guard. “Oh, you mean, Clarkie?”
He growled at her. He didn’t like that nickname whatsoever. She could call him farm boy, Mr. Kent, even space boy for all he cared, but definitely not Clarkie. “Don’t call me that.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, at the seriousness of his voice, and the way he was looking at her. He really didn’t like it. She smirked at him, “Why not? I think I rather like that nickname, actually, I think I’ll just call you that for now on.”
“Don’t you dare!”
She taunted him, “Don’t dare what?”
He glared at her. “I’m serious, Lois. You can call me whatever you want except that.”
She grinned. This was going to be fun. “What? You mean…Clarkie?”
He growled at her.
“Clarkie. Clarkie. Clarkie. Clarkie. Clark—”
“That’s it!” He interrupted her, completely irritated with her incessant teasing, and picked her up from the waist, threw her over his shoulder, and made his way over to the edge of the pool.
She yelped, completely surprised when he picked her up, and started to kick and pound on his back with her fists. “Hey! What are you doing, you Neanderthal! Put me down!”
“You want down?”
“Yes!”
He lowered her from his shoulder, and held her above the water so, her feet were barely touching the cool liquid. “Okay, I’ll put you down if you take it back.”
She looked down at the water then back up at him. “You wouldn’t!”
He quirked a brow, smirking at her, “Really? I wouldn’t, would I? Say you’re sorry, and that you will never ever call me that stupid name again, and I won’t drop you in the water.”
She smirked, challenging him, “Never gonna happen…Clarkie.”
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
He quickly let her go, and watched as she began to fall into the cold water, but wasn’t expecting her to grab his shirt, and pull him in with her.
They both shot out of the water, at the same time, laughing, and wiping the water away from their faces. He looked over at her, “You didn’t just do that!”
She chuckled, “Oh, I did! You know, for being superfast you can actually be quite slow sometimes.”
He glared, “You caught me off guard.”
“Yeah, well props for me, isn’t that right, Clarkie?”
He growled, “That’s it, Lane!”
She yelped, as he lunged towards her, and quickly dove under the water. He chased after her, and when she came up for air, he quickly grabbed one of her legs, and pulled her back under. They both shot up from the water, but Clark had a hold of her arms, and backed her up until her back hit the side of the pool. “Take it back!”
“Never!”
“Lois!”
“Clark!”
They both started laughing, at the ridiculousness of their situation, but as soon as their eyes locked, all laughter died, and they realized how close they actually were. Clark was holding her arms down by her sides, his chest was pressed lightly against hers, holding her in place, and their legs were molded together. They stared into each other’s eyes, feeling themselves get lost there, it felt like the entire world was disappearing from their views. He loosened his grip on her wrists, and moved them to her waist, slightly squeezing. She slowly trailed her hands up his stomach, and rested them on his chest, gripping his wet t-shirt in her fists. He slowly brushed the wet hair away from her face, and dropped his eyes to her lips then back into her hazel eyes, like he was searching for permission. She moved closer to him, giving him the indication that she wanted him to do it—that she wanted him to kiss her. He slowly started to lean towards her, and tilted his head slightly before softly closing his eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, as his mouth moved closer to hers, and softly closed her eyes when she could feel his breath on her lips.
SPLASH!
They quickly pulled away from each other, as they were splashed with a wave of cold water, and realized that a group of drunk teenagers had jumped into the pool.
They quickly looked away from each other, blushing, and didn’t dare look into each other’s eyes, scared—nervous—worried about what they would see there.
He removed his hands from her waist, “Uh, I-I think I should probably go get some dry clothes.”
She nodded, knowing her voice would be incapable of coherent sound. She watched him swim away from her, and crawl out of the pool.
She sighed, following suite, and as she walked towards her clothes wondered if they were ever going to get their chance—if they were ever going to kiss—if she would ever be able to call him hers.
Thirty minutes later, Clark had just returned from retrieving dry clothes from his hotel, and walked through the house looking for Lois. He was completely and utterly fed up! He was done with this! He was tired of coming so close—so close to kissing her—so close to him being able to claim her as his. He needed to find her. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but no matter what, by the end of the night he will have that kiss he wants so desperately.
He looked through the entire house. She wasn’t there. He felt the fear seep inside him, what if she left? She wouldn’t do that, would she?
He breathed a sigh of relief, when he walked outside, and saw her leaning against the wooden railing, drinking a beer.
He slowly walked over to her, “Lois.”
She turned around smiling, “Hey, what took you so long? I was starting to get worried.”
“No need for that. I was, um, just thinking about a few things.”
She knew exactly what he was thinking about. It was all she could think about. “Yeah? Like what?”
He walked closer to her, closing the space between them, “Lois, I think we should talk about a few things.”
She felt her heart racing in her chest. He was going to ask her about the almost kiss. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t speak.
“Lois, I-I don’t know what’s going on here, but—”
His sentence was cut off when a drunk teenager came running out of the house, and forcefully bumped into Lois on his way down the stairs. She fell into his chest, and his hands quickly grabbed her waist, steading her. “Are you okay?”
She looked up, intending to answer him, but realized that they were in the same situation they were in less than an hour ago, and hoped—prayed that this time they wouldn’t get interrupted.
Kiss me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress
They stared into each other’s eyes, their unsteady and harsh breaths mingling together, and their hearts beat in synchrony.
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silvermoon's sparkling
So kiss me
Clark’s aquamarine eyes fell to her full, luscious lips. He wanted to press his lips to hers so, so bad, but he also wanted to talk to her about this. He wanted to make sure that she wanted this just as much as he did.
Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me, upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring, bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map
Lois watched him, and couldn’t stop herself from doing the same. She felt anticipation, and so many other emotions consume her. Was he going to kiss her?
Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silvermoon's sparkling
So kiss me
She moved even closer to him, which caused him to tighten his arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to his body. Theirs breaths meshed together. Their bodies were pressed together, and they could feel each other’s heartbeats beating rapidly in their chests. She whispered, “Clark?”
He breathed out, “Yes, Lois?”
“Are you ever going to kiss me?”
His mouth slightly fell open, before closing again. He got his answer. She wanted this just as bad as he did. “Do you want me to?”
She sighed, in exasperation, “What do you mean, do I want you to? I asked you! What kind of stupid question—”
He quickly leaned forward, and gently pressed his lips against hers, stopping her rambling.
Her eyes widened, and her entire body froze. She just couldn’t believe it. He was actually kissing her. She was too shell-shocked to respond to him.
He pulled away from her, smirking, “You know, when someone kisses you you’re supposed to kiss them back.”
She rolled her eyes. “Shut up!”
She quickly gripped the back of his head, and brought his head down to hers, their lips crashing together.
It was soft.
It was sweet.
It was heavenly.
He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest so, there was absolutely no space between them. She slowly trailed her hands through his soft hair, twisting the strands around her fingers, and softly scraped her nails against his scalp.
When he pulled away from her, he leaned his forehead softly against hers, “God, Lois, I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time.”
“Well, what took you so long.”
He didn’t answer. He kissed her again.
He wrapped his arms around her, his hands gripping her waist, and his fingers slightly dug into her soft flesh. She wrapped her arms around his neck, his fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, and pressed her chest tightly against his. He gently yanked her body towards his, wanting absolutely no space between them, and smiled against her lips when he heard her moan, softly. He slowly walked her backwards until she was pressed up against the side of the house, and slowly trailed his hands underneath her shirt, touching the soft skin of her back. She smiled against his lips, the feel of his hands felt like fire on her skin.
They both pulled away, completely breathless, and stared into each other’s eyes.
He removed his hands from her bare back, and rested them on her waist, squeezing slightly. “Lois, I want you to go out with me.”
She smirked, not able to stop herself from teasing him. “We go out every night.”
He rolled his eyes. “I mean, Lois, I-I want you to go on a date with me.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He grinned from ear to ear before pulling her into his chest, lifting her off the ground, and swung her around a few times.
They both laughed.
He set her back down, and kissed her, slowly, and as their lips were pressed together—as their arms were wrapped around each other—as their bodies were pressed together, they just knew that this was going to be the start of something great.
So kiss me
So kiss me
So kiss me
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