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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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The General sighed in utter frustration, and glared at Wes, as he once again reverberated the same damn thing he’s told him a million times.
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since his daughter disappeared in the middle of the night, and they have yet to find a single trace of her whereabouts. It was like she had vanished from Earth entirely, but he knew that wasn’t possible, but what was a possibility was the fact that she was almost an expert at covering her tracks.
She is independent.
She is strong-willed.
But, most of all, she is smart.
It was blatantly obvious that she had been planning this for quite a long time. If she hadn’t then he was positive that he would have found her by now, but he hasn’t, and that made it perfectly clear that she had been wanting to run away for who knows how long.
She wasn’t naïve enough to leave a trail of her previous whereabouts or where she even was now, and that pissed him off, but not because she was so good at staying hidden, no, it was because he knew where she had learned all her little tricks from. She wouldn’t be his daughter if she hadn’t picked up a few military tactics along the way.
He didn’t know where to go from here. He had tried everything. When she first disappeared, he had tracked her phone, only to realize that she had turned off her GPS and taken out the SD card, knowing he couldn’t track her that way. He tried tracking down all her credit cards, but of course, she hadn’t even touched those for months, let alone use them to help her escape.
He had thousands of questions running through his mind, wondering how she was getting by without any money, but then he checked her savings account—an account she was putting money in for her college tuition, and it had been wiped clean.
She had enough money in that account to last her a year, two at most if she was careful, which she was, and he had a feeling that she was spending it wisely, especially if she wanted to stay away for as long as possible.
He wasn’t having that.
Nope.
He needed to find her. He needed her back at the base. He just needed his daughter back where she belonged, and he needed it…now.
“So, what you’re telling me is that you have no new information? You have no new leads? You have nothing that can help me find my damn daughter?”
Wes nodded.
“What about Cassie? Has she done anything—said anything that could lead us to Lois?”
He hesitated. He knew his answer was only going to piss off The General even more than he already was, and as usual, he was the one he took it out on. How the hell was this his fault?
He had been following Cassie for three weeks now, and just like he predicted she hadn’t done or said anything that could lead them to Lois in one way or another. “Sir, Cassie hasn’t made any moves to contact Lois.”
He shot up from his chair, in complete rage, “You’ve been watching her for three weeks! How is it possible that she hasn’t even tried contacting my daughter yet?”
He had a feeling that the only reason she wasn’t trying to contact Lois was either because she had seen her before she left or she knew someone was following her. Either way, what they were doing to track her down wasn’t working, and honestly, he really, really didn’t want to continue following her. It was hard enough being around her before, but now that he was practically stalking her it made things so much more complicated.
“Sir, I believe we should think about this a different way. It’s obvious that Cassie isn’t going to lead us to Lois.”
He doubted that. They were best friends. They did practically everything together. She would lead them to his daughter someway, somehow whether she knew she was doing it or not, and that’s when an idea came to him. It would work. It had to.
“I want you to stop following her, effective immediately.”
He sighed in relief, but it was short lived at his next words.
“I want you to bug her phone.”
“What?”
“You heard me, soldier! I want you to bug her phone. It’s the only way to track who she contacts without her even realizing that she’s being monitored.”
He didn’t like that. Nope. Not one bit. “How is that supposed to lead us to Lois? Cassie hasn’t even tried contacting her so, how is that supposed to help us?”
“She will be contacting Lois, sooner or later, and I know just what to do to make sure that happens, and as soon as she does we will know within 24 hours where my daughter is.”
“Sir, if I may, those devices only work if the GPS is turned on, and Lois turned hers off.”
“We have newer, better, and stronger technology now. As soon as she makes the call, my daughter’s GPS will be turned on, and we can track her location.”
It could work. It would work, but there was only one problem. “Sir, how do you suggest we get Cassie to make that call, if she hasn’t shown any desire to thus far?”
He mustered a small smile, which didn’t even look like a smile coming from a four-star General, and informed Wes of his brilliant plan.
Wes stared at his boss. Was he fucking serious? There was no way in hell this was going to work, but it’s not like he could object, especially since it could cost him his job.
“It will be done by the end of the day, sir.”
The General nodded.
Wes walked out of the office. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to be a part of this anymore but knew that this would be his life until his best friend came back, albeit forcefully.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping, and walked towards his quarters. He had to figure out a way to do this properly, without anyone, especially Cassie catching him. He needed—wanted his life back, and it seemed that this was the only way he could bring normalcy back into his life.
He knew what was going to happen. He would lose his best friend. He would lose the girl that he was slowly falling in love with. He would lose everything, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for that yet, but it’s not like he had much of a say in the matter either. It had to be done.
Clark stood, nervously, outside of Lois’ hotel room with a huge smile plastered on his face and felt a multitude of emotions consume him.
He was extremely nervous—nervous because today he has a date with her.
He has a date with Lois Lane!
He just couldn’t believe it. He had wanted this day to happen for a while now, and now it was actually happening. He wasn’t sure when he started dreaming about this but knew he has felt a connection to her from the moment he met her, and knew this is what he wanted—what he needed.
He was uncontrollably excited—excited about what he had planned for them today. He had stayed up most of the night last night, searching for all sorts of things they could do together, and he really, really hoped she would enjoy what he had decided upon.
He took several deep breaths before tentatively knocking on her door.
Lois stared down at the bed, and glared at every single piece of clothing that was sprawled across the sheets. If this was just some normal outing she would have picked a damn outfit already, but this wasn’t a normal outing. She had a date with Clark today.
She was feeling anxious at what he had planned for them today.
She was feeling enthusiastic at the mere thought that this was actually happening.
She was feeling giddy since she had dreamed about this moment for quite some time now.
She studied the clothes very, very carefully. She needed the perfect outfit. She wanted to take his breath away, literally. She desperately wanted this to be the best day of their lives.
After much consideration, she picked up the deep, violet dress, and knew this was the perfect dress for what she hoped to be a perfect day.
She turned this way and that way in front of the mirror, checking her appearance. She looked amazing, and hoped Clark would approve. She was never one of those girls that got dolled up, especially for a guy, but this was different—it was different because she would be with Clark.
A knock at the door caused her to smile. It was Clark. She smoothed down her outfit, making sure everything was in place, and walked over to the door, slowly opening it. She felt like she had lost all ability to breathe—to speak. He was wearing casual clothes, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a light blue shirt, which revealed his taut muscles. He was ten times more handsome than she had ever seen him before.
As soon as she opened the door, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds before thundering like a jackhammer in his chest. She was wearing a deep, violet dress, which clung to her curves…perfectly. It flowed just above her knees, and he couldn’t stop himself from roaming his eyes over her long, fair-skinned legs. It showed just enough cleavage, but not too much to be indecent, but it certainly got his heart racing even more than it already was.
She was gorgeous!
He had never seen her looking as beautiful as she did right now.
He couldn’t speak.
He couldn’t breathe.
She smiled, at the deer caught in headlights expression on his face, and how his eyes continuously roamed up and down her figure. “What do you think?”
He forced his eyes up to her face, smiling, “Lois…Wow! You look—you look absolutely beautiful.”
“You look pretty handsome yourself.”
They smiled, widely, at each other.
He wanted to grab her, kiss her, and just forget everything, but he couldn’t do that…not yet. “Are you ready to go?”
She nodded, quickly grabbing her shawl and purse before turning back to him. He held out his hand for her, and she slipped her hand into his before they walked out of her hotel room.
A little while later, they were driving down the narrow streets of a small-town, which was a few hours away from Estes Park.
He was feeling apprehensive about this, as they got closer and closer to their destination. He wasn’t too sure if she would appreciate this—if she would want to do this, but he personally believed that this would be the perfect place for their first date. He wanted to do this with her, and he hoped she would like this as much as he knew he was going to.
She sat next to him, as he drove her car, which she had protested against, but he was adamant about driving. She couldn’t stop moving around her seat. She was curious. He had refused to tell her where they were going, which is why he was driving, and that just drove her insane. She wanted—needed to know what he had planned.
She looked over at him, “Where are we going, Clark?”
He rolled his eyes. She had already asked that question about a thousand times since they’ve been driving. He smirked, looking over at her briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “It’s a surprise.”
She hated surprises. “Can you please tell me where you are taking me?”
“No.”
She pouted.
He chuckled, “That isn’t going to work on me.”
She sighed. He wasn’t going to tell her anything. She really, really wanted to know, and didn’t want to wait a second longer to find out. “Can you at least tell me how long until we get there?”
He shook his head. She was relentless. “We’re already here.”
She enthusiastically looked out of the window, as a small carnival came into view. She eyed everything that surrounded them, smiling to herself, how did he know that this would be a perfect place for a first date?
He looked over at her, cautiously, and desperately wanted to know what was running through her mind. Did she hate this idea? Did she want to do something else?
“Well? What do you think?”
She looked over at him, grinning from ear to ear, which calmed his nerves…immensely. “I think this is a great idea, Clark. I’ve always wanted to go to a carnival but never had the chance to.”
He quickly got out of the car, opened her door for her, and held out his hand, which she eagerly took, and they began walking towards the entrance.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? We could always do something else if you want.”
She softly squeezed his hand, “No, I think this is just perfect.”
He smiled.
She turned to look at him, “We are going to have so much fun!”
A few hours later, they were walking around the park hand in hand. They had ridden almost every ride there was, all expect one, which is where she was dragging him to. The Ferris Wheel.
As they stood in line, Clark looked up, realizing just how high this ride went, and felt fear grip him. “Uh, Lois, I-I don’t think this is such a good idea.”
“Why not?”
When he didn’t respond, she looked over at him, and followed his gaze to the top of the ride. She chuckled, “Clark, are you seriously telling me that you’re afraid of heights?”
He looked at her, slightly blushing, but didn’t say anything.
She squeezed his hand. “Come on, it won’t be that bad.”
He wasn’t too sure about that, especially when they were sitting at the very, very top, where they could see everything around them. He looked down, and felt his heart drop to his stomach.
Yeah. This was an absolutely horrible idea.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Clark?”
He couldn’t speak.
He couldn’t breathe.
She looked over at him, and saw how terrified he looked. “Are you okay?”
He nodded. He didn’t want her to know how freaked out he really was. He didn’t want her to see how terrified he was.
She knew he wasn’t fine. He was clenching his hands around the seat so tight that his knuckles were turning white, and he had the most terrified expression on his face, which reminded her of the first day they met. She grabbed his hand, “It’s going to be okay, Clark.”
He nodded, not believing that for a damn second, and felt pure terror consume him, as he looked towards the ground.
She saw him trembling, literally. “Clark, look at me.”
He didn’t.
She gripped his face, turning him towards her. “Listen to me, okay?”
He stared deep into her beautiful hazel eyes.
“Do you remember the first day we met?”
“How could I forget? You almost hit me with your car.”
She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Not like you could have actually been hurt.”
He smiled, briefly, but it quickly faded.
“Did you know that even though we had just met that, that was the first time I wanted to kiss you?”
He quirked his brow, “Really?”
She nodded, smiling.
“Lois, I know what you’re trying to do, but it’s not going to work.”
She sighed. She had hoped that telling him something that she never planned on telling him would distract him, but it seemed she needed to up the ante. She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a sweet, and tender kiss.
His eyes widened, in utter surprise before he closed them, responding to her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer to him, and rested his other hand on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, and rested her hands at the nape of his neck. He slightly tilted his head, pressing his lips a little harder against hers, and deepened their kiss. She moved closer to him, straddling his lap, running her fingers through his thick black hair, and softly bit his lower lip. He softly moaned, his hands trailing down her body until they rested on her waist, and squeezed softly. She smiled against his lips. He gently traced her lips with his tongue, coaxing her to open up to him, and gasped, slightly when her taste consumed him. She pressed her body closer to his, moaning softly, at the sensation, and enjoyed the sweet taste that was purely him.
“AHEM!”
They quickly pulled away from each other, blushing as they noticed the ride attendant staring at them with a scornful glare. He stood up, with her still on his lap, and lowered her to the ground before rushing off the ride.
They walked with smiles on their faces for a few seconds before he turned towards her, grabbing both sides of her face, and pressed his lips to hers, softly.
She was a little dazed after he pulled away from her. “What was that for?”
He smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “That was for what you did back there. Thank you, Lois.”
“It wasn’t a problem, farm boy.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards their next destination.
Lois laughed, clinging to the very large, dark brown bear, and held it against her chest. “I can’t believe you actually won this.”
He chuckled, at her pure excitement.
She looked up at him. “Even though you did cheat. You know, you’re really good at that.”
“I did not cheat.”
“Did too.”
“Did not.”
She glared at him, her expression saying ‘don’t pull that crap on me.’
He sighed, succumbing to the truth. “Okay, I did, but you really wanted that one.”
“So?”
“So, you wanted it, and I want to give you whatever you want.”
She blushed. Why was he always able to make her do that?
He smiled down at her. She was so adorable when she did that. He loved seeing that bright pink tint flush her cheeks every time he flirted with her or made flattering comments to her. He just couldn’t help it.
She practically jumped up and down, when she spotted a photo booth, and dragged him over to it. They sat inside, wrapped their arms around each other, their heads slightly touching, and smiled at the camera.
CLICK!
He turned towards her, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek, making her nose scrunch up, and grin like a maniac.
CLICK!
She turned towards him, doing the exact same thing to him, and he chuckled, loudly.
CLICK!
They both looked at the camera, making funny faces. He widened his eyes, as large as possible, scrunched up his face, and hollowed out his cheeks. She furrowed her brows, crinkling her nose, and stuck her tongue out.
CLICK!
They slowly turned towards each other, their smiles falling, as they stared into each other’s eyes. He rested his hand on the side of her face, lowering his head to hers, and kissed her, passionately.
CLICK!
They climbed out of the photo booth, and waited for the pictures to print. She quickly grabbed them, studying them, and carefully ripped them in half before handing him his copy.
He smiled down at them for a few seconds before pulling out this wallet, and securely placed the strip of photos inside. He looked up at her. “I’ll always keep them there, that way I can always remember our first date.”
She smiled up at him. She wanted to call him sappy because that’s what it was, but she couldn’t because she wanted to do the same thing. She would never, ever forget this day, and would hold onto these pictures…forever.
It was starting to get dark outside, the cool breeze brushing across the trees that surrounded them, as they sat on a nearby bench. He slowly wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and leaned back. She rested her head on his shoulder, one hand playing with his shirt, while the other traced over his fingers.
“I had a great time today, Clark. It was the perfect first date.”
He rested his chin on the top of her head, squeezing her gently, “I had a great time too, Lois.”
They sat in comfortable silence, just holding each other, as they watched more and more people scurry around rushing to get to rides or concession stands. He felt her shuffle even closer to him, and looked down at her, realizing that her eyes were closed. He nudged her, slightly, making her eyes open. “Are you tired? Do you wanna go?”
She just mumbled something completely incoherent, and closed her eyes again.
He chuckled. “Come on, let’s get going.”
She didn’t budge.
He rolled his eyes. What was it with her and falling asleep on him?
He slowly placed an arm under her legs, lifting her into his arms, as he stood, and carried her to the car. As he was driving them back to their hotel, he looked over at her sleeping form, and noticed how beautiful she looked when she was peacefully sleeping. He slowly brushed the hair away from her face, so he could see her more clearly. She wasn’t just beautiful—she was exquisite—she was nothing like he had previously wanted from a woman before, but she was everything he needed, everything he wanted.
He was so nervous about their first date, but he should have known there was nothing to be nervous about since it was the best day of his life. He knew that if he had done this with any other woman, he wouldn’t have enjoyed himself as much as he did today. He had, had fun. He had enjoyed riding rides with her, except that damn Ferris Wheel. He smiled, as he remembered the mind-blowing kiss they shared. That was also something that was new to him. He had never, ever kissed anyone so passionately whether it was in privacy or in public but figured that she brought out the passion inside of him. He had a feeling that it would always be like this with her, well, at least he hoped it was.
He pulled up their hotel, turned towards her, and gently shook her shoulder. “Lois. We’re here.”
She made a cute little noise, and buried herself further into the seat. He smiled. He should have known better since he’s already been through this once before with her. He got out of the car, moved to her side, opened the door, and lifted her into his arms. He carried her through the hotel, smiling at the receptionist, who had already seen him do this once before, and took her to her room. He gently laid her in the bed, covering her up, and made sure she was tucked in nice and tight.
He watched her sleep for a few minutes. He wished he could crawl into bed with her—he wished he could wrap his arms around her—he wished he could fall asleep with her locked in his embrace.
But…
He couldn’t. He didn’t know how she would react to waking up with him sleeping next to her. Would she be happy? Thrilled? Pissed?
He didn’t want to tempt the last one. He never, ever wanted her to be mad at him. He always wanted her to smile, laugh with him, and hoped it would always stay that way between them.
He turned away from her, intending on leaving just like before, but was stopped when she grabbed his hand. He turned around, looking down at her, as she stared at him with her dazzling eyes. “Stay with me.”
He hesitated. He wanted to, god, he really wanted to, but he knew she was barely even awake, and wouldn’t remember this in the morning. He didn’t want to risk it.
She saw the questions lingering in his aquamarine pools, and knew what was running through his mind. He was worried. He was worried that she wasn’t thinking clearly, and would regret it in the morning, but that wasn’t the case. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to hold her in his arms. She wanted to fall asleep in his tight, and comforting embrace. She softly squeezed his hand, “Please. Please, Clark. Stay with me.”
Screw it!
He slowly lifted the blankets, crawling in beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. She rolled over, resting her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She mumbled, “Goodnight,” before softly closing her eyes, and fell asleep almost instantaneously.
He held her close, burying his nose into her hair, and breathed in her sweet, sweet scent. She smelt amazing, but that wasn’t new to him, she always smelt so good. He had wanted this. He had wanted to hold her in his arms, as they slept, and couldn’t stop smiling, at the thought of it actually happening.
He stared down at her beautiful face, his fingers brushing across her soft skin, and watched as she slept so peacefully. He gently kissed her forehead, “Goodnight, Lois.”
He knew she couldn’t hear him, but it didn’t matter, and as he gazed down at her wondered if it would always be like this between them. Would they always be this happy? Would they always be this content? Would they always be in each other’s lives?
He didn’t know, but he was going to do everything in his power to keep her with him. She made him happy. She made him feel alive. She made him feel so, so many things, and he never wanted this—their connection to go away.
He softly closed his eyes, tightening his arms around her, and allowed memories of her—of them lure him into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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