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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 Seven:
He was completely and utterly furious.
He watched, for the past twenty minutes, as the tow truck driver leered at her like she was a piece of meat. He was making it clear how much he appreciated what he was seeing. The way his eyes roamed over her body, hovering a little too long on her perfect crevasses, made it obvious to what he was thinking.
She was beautiful, he knew that, but he wasn’t gawking at her with eyes, that clearly showed what he was imagining doing to her. It irked him, like nothing he has ever felt before. He shouldn’t be reacting this way, he knew that, but he couldn’t help feeling a little protective over her. It didn’t make sense. He barely knew her. She barely knew him. Why was he feeling like this?
He conceded that he just didn’t want her to get harmed in any way, and this guy was definitely a threat, but deep inside he knew that what he was feeling was so, so much more than just friendly concern.
Clark Kent was jealous.
He was jealous over a girl, who he had absolutely no right being jealous over, but it was still there, and he vowed that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. This guy would not get his grubby hands on her. Nope. He would die before letting that happen.
You won’t say anything. You won’t do anything. You won’t say anything. You won’t do anything.
He repeated this mantra over and over again in his head. Lois could handle this situation on her own, but that thought was thrown out the window at his next words. “You’re all set, love. So, how about we get you settled, and I’ll take good care of you.”
That was it. He knew there was more meaning behind those words, and no way in hell was he allowing that to happen. She didn’t deserve to be treated this way. He stepped forward, effectively placing his body in between them, not noticing the way Lois glared at him. “Yeah, that’s not happening. She won’t be going anywhere with you. I’ll take her there myself.”
She glared at his backside. She heard the conviction in his voice, his tone clearly stating that there would be no if’s, and’s or but’s in this situation. Did he seriously just speak for her? What the hell does he think he’s doing?
She wasn’t naive. She knew what this guy was thinking, feeling, and expecting from the moment his eyes glazed over every single part of her body. He was expecting things that she would never, ever think about doing with him, but that gave Clark no right to speak for her like she was some kind of invalid. She could take care of herself.
The man glared at Clark, his eyes continuously traveling down to Lois like he was expecting her to say something. He stepped in front of her, blocking her from his sights. “Don’t look at her. You did your job, now, leave. I’ll be escorting her to this little town of yours, got it?”
His eyes narrowed, menacingly, but nodded nonetheless. He reached into his breast pocket, pulling out a white business card, and attempted to look over his shoulder, but couldn’t see the beautiful girl, who caught his attention. He sneered at Clark, as he stepped around him, facing her full on, and handed it to her. He smiled—a wicked smile, and brushed his fingers across her soft flesh.
She cringed.
He growled, taking a step towards him. “You can go now.”
The man glared, one last time, before getting into his truck, and driving away.
He could feel her eyes burning holes into him, as he watched him disappear from his sights, and gulped, as he slowly turned around to face her. This wasn’t going to be good, he thought.
She glared, meritoriously placing her hands on her hips for good measure. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He took a staggering step back, at the tone of her voice, and the way her eyes glinted at him. He squared his shoulders, standing his ground. He would not feel sympathy for that guy. “I did what was right, whether you think so or not. Did you not see the way he was looking at you? He had other ideas for you, and not the friendly kind. No way in hell was I letting that happen.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “So? What? You think I would have let something happen? I’m not stupid, Clark! I know what he wanted, but that doesn’t give you the right to behave the way you did!”
His eyes met hers. “I never said you were. He deserved it, and besides, the only reason I behaved the way I did was bec—”
He stopped mid-sentence, at the icy glare he was receiving, and took another step back. She was glaring at him, like she was reading his very soul, and looked as if she wanted to slap the living shit out of him. He gulped, silently, feeling utterly intimidated by her. He, superpowered alien, was irrevocably browbeaten by her.
She just couldn’t believe he had the audacity to speak for her like she wasn’t even there. What the hell was he thinking? Was he thinking at all? Did he think she was just some small, fragile, innocent girl who needed a man to fight her battles? He might have saved her life, but that was out of her control, this, this she would have, and intended on dealing with herself. He didn’t need to be some kind of hero, but supposed, that, that was just him, but still, he had no right—no inclination in doing what he did. She was about to berate him, even more so, when a thought crossed her mind, and it caused her chest to flutter in hope. Was he jealous? She recalled everything that happened and realized that he was. He was jealous of her.
She smirked, “You were jealous, weren’t you?”
He quickly looked away from her, feeling the heat succumb to his cheeks. He was, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to admit that to her. He turned back towards her, “No! Of course not! Why would I be jealous?”
She grinned up at him. He was jealous. He knew it. She knew it. Why was he trying to deny what they both already knew to be the truth?
He was cute when he got all over-protective, she thought, but quickly pushed those thoughts away. This was serious. He might not know her very well, but he was about to learn that she was capable of handling situations such as this one herself. She was an army brat, who has dealt with guys ten times worse than that guy. She crossed her arms over her chest, “Let’s get one thing straight, mister, I am more than capable of taking care of myself, okay? I don’t need you or anyone else, for that matter, fighting my battles for me.”
He knew that, of course, but he still wasn’t going to apologize for the way he reacted. He copied her movements, standing a little taller, and smirked. “Why do I get the feeling that you like to do things yourself?”
She grinned. He had this glint in his eyes, which surprised her because she didn’t think he would be gall enough to tease her back. She lifted her chin, defiantly. “My dad raised me to be independent and self-sufficient.”
He already knew she was independent. He could tell that she could easily take care of herself. He smirked down at her, enjoying the feeling that was brewing deep inside of him from the way she was looking at him. He liked the way they were teasing each other. She had a weird way of bringing out the more self-assured—more confident part of himself. He liked that feeling, hell, he just liked her. “That’d be one way to describe you.”
She smiled at him, her eyes staring deep into his cerulean ones, and began to feel herself slipping away—slipping into a spell that she wasn’t sure she could escape from or wanted to escape from. Her heart fluttered rapidly in her chest. He was staring at her with such intensity that it gave her chilling, goosebumps. An image of their earlier encounter flashed, repeatedly in her mind, and she couldn’t help wondering what it would have felt like to have him kiss her—touch her—hold her. She quickly looked away, blushing, slightly, and pushed those thoughts down. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in the moment…again.
He felt his heart pounding in his chest, the sound reverberating in his ears, as his eyes gazed into her sparkling hazel ones, and could feel himself getting lost in those endless, wonderful swirls of delightfulness. His eyes fell to her full, luscious lips, and he unconsciously licked his lips. He wanted to swoop down, take her lips with his, taste her sweet, sweet flavor, and never stop kissing her until neither of them could breathe. He shook his head, not believing he was thinking this way…again, and cleared away his hazy thoughts. He took a step back feeling the heat in his cheeks, as she looked away from him, and he could see the light pink tint coloring her skin. He cleared his throat, wondering why it felt so dry all of a sudden. “Uh, maybe-maybe we should get going.”
She nodded, not able to look at him, afraid of what she might see there. He couldn’t know that she was having these thoughts about him, knowing it could never amount to anything. She pushed down the sudden sadness that was beginning to overwhelm her and walked over to his motorcycle. She eyed it, curiously, and realized that she had absolutely no idea what she was supposed to do. She had never ridden on one before and felt the apprehension rise inside her. This was new to her, which excited her, but also made her a tad bit nervous.
He grabbed the helmet, that was placed underneath the seat, and wondered why even had it, but was glad he did, for her sake. He slowly turned towards her, and immediately saw the cogs turning in her head. Her brows were crinkled together, as she studied the bike, and he sensed that she was a little nervous about this. He softly tilted his head, watching her, and smiled, at the worried expression that crossed over her features. “No need to worry, Lois. I’m a safe driver.”
She looked up at him, frowning, slightly. That thought had never even crossed her mind. She still felt nervous about this, but it faded somewhat, at the soft smile playing on his lips. She took a deep breath before grabbing the helmet, and placed it on her head, but started getting frustrated when she couldn’t get the stupid clasp to click together. She could feel her fingers shaking, and sighed, she wasn’t just nervous about riding a motorcycle for the first time, she was also nervous about being in such close encounters with him.
He chuckled, silently, as he watched her struggle with the helmet. It wasn’t a tricky clasp, he knew that for a fact, and figured she was really, really nervous about this. She would never admit that, of course, but it made him wonder what she was nervous about. Was it the fact that she was riding a motorcycle? Or was it because she would be riding with him? He didn’t know, but had a feeling that it was a little bit of both, and understood how she was feeling because he felt the same way. She would be riding with him, a situation he never thought would happen with her. She would be sitting close to him, her body pressed into his, and her arms would be wrapped around him. He felt hot. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, as the anticipation rose inside of him, but quickly pushed it aside. He needed to focus. He couldn’t think about that.
He stepped towards her, grabbing the straps from underneath her chin, causing her to look up at him, surprised. “Here. Let me.” Their eyes locked onto each other, as he skillfully clasped the straps together, making sure he didn’t pinch her skin, and slowly dropped his hands to his sides.
He was staring at her with such intensity that she had to force herself to look away from him, it was making her heart skip a beat, and her breath was becoming labored and uneven. She needed to clear her head. He was clouding her thoughts, feelings, and judgment.
He quickly stepped away from her, climbing onto the motorcycle, pushed back the kickstand, and revved the engine. He half expected her to just climb on with him, but when he didn’t feel her presence he looked over and noticed that she was still standing in the same spot, staring at the bike, like she was scrutinizing it or something. He smiled. “Well, are you coming or not?”
She looked up at him, shaking her head to dispel her thoughts. She slowly walked over to him, swung her leg over the seat, and maneuvered herself into a comfortable position behind him. She froze, as she stared at his back. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She took a deep breath before very slowly and very carefully slithering her hands around his stomach. She barely touched him. She wasn’t sure she could handle what that would do to her senses. She was already confounded by him, she really didn’t want to add to it.
He looked over his shoulder at her, when he felt that she was comfortable enough, and immediately noticed how tense she looked. “Are you ready?”
She nodded.
He turned back around, quickly speeding off, and merged with the traffic.
She yelped, in utter shock and excitement, as the bike jolted forward, and couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. She tightened her arms around him, clenching his shirt into her hands, and pressed herself against him. The wind whipped across her skin, causing her hair to flip wildly in every which direction, and gently laid her head on his shoulder, trying to hide the wind from her face. She softly closed her eyes, and sighed, in complete contempt. She was enjoying this way too much, and she knew it, but she couldn’t help the flutter that rumbled in her stomach. He felt so good being this close to her, and she didn’t want this to ever stop. Why was she feeling this way about him?
He took a sharp intake of breath, as her arms tightened around him, and had to remind himself to breathe properly. She was affecting him so immensely, has been since he met her, but now, it was so much more intense. She was clinging to him, her body was pressing harder against his back, which caused a tingling sensation in his stomach. Her fingers were digging into his flesh, as she fisted his shirt in her hands. She felt so good against him, god, he never wanted this moment to end. Why did she make him feel like this?
“WHAT???” She shrieked, startling both Clark and the manager of the tow truck company.
It had taken them twenty minutes to get to Tribune, Kansas, where they had been sitting for an hour waiting for an update on the damage of her car. At first, she had felt excitement at the idea of getting her car fixed, and back on the highway, but now, now she just felt very, very pissed off, and she was more than happy to take it out on him. “What do you mean one week? I can’t stay here for one week! You need to get this fixed today! I’ve got things to do, places to be! I don’t have the time for this! So, I recommend that you rally up your incompetent employees and fix my damn car!”
He stammered, his eyes trained on the ground. He had never in his thirty years of life ever witnessed a woman get so angry before, and quite honestly, she scared the living shit out of him. “I-I’m sorry, ma’am, but there is nothing I can do. Your vehicle it has too many issues to fix in one day. I’m sorry, but it won’t be ready until then.”
This is absolutely ridiculous!
She stormed out of there, her hot-temper rising by the minute, and honestly, she couldn’t deal with this right now, she just needed some fresh air. As soon as the cool breeze brushed across her skin, she closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, and paced. She paced, back and forth, her mind going on overload.
She couldn’t believe it. She was going to be stuck here for one hellish long week, while her piece of crap car was getting fixed. She couldn’t stay here that long. She didn’t really have somewhere to be, but she couldn’t be here, it was too risky being stuck in some small-town for longer than a few days. He could find her, and then the life she so desperately wants would be over. She didn’t want that. It was way too soon for her to go back to her life. She had only just escaped late last night. She couldn’t—wouldn’t go back…not yet, of course, she knew that eventually, he would catch up to her, but that day would not be today. She wanted to continue feeling liberated. She still had things, and places that she wanted to experience.
Clark was completely dumbfounded, as he listened to Lois’ outburst, and after she stormed out he quickly apologized to the man before following her outside. He watched, as she paced back and forth, her hands clenching and unclenching like she was fighting the urge to hit something. He wanted to reassure her that everything was going to be okay. He wanted to find some way to calm her down, but he had no idea what to do or say to her. He had seen hot-tempers before, his being pretty intense, but never, never has he ever witnessed someone so volatile before. She was angry. She was pissed. He understood that, but what he couldn’t grasp was what the big problem was with staying here. He studied her, intently, and sensed that she didn’t want to or couldn’t stay in one place for too long. Why? Was she running from something? Was she in trouble with the law? Was someone chasing her? He frowned, not liking the feeling that rose inside of him, at the thought of someone dangerous coming after her, possibly wanting to hurt her. He didn’t like that thought at all. He quickly disregarded that, if she was on the run from someone dangerous then she wouldn’t have given in, in the first place, whatever it was he wasn’t going to question her about it since he was running from his own problems, and has absolutely no room to judge.
She knew Clark was standing with her, watching her, but she could honestly care less about what he was thinking at this point. She had been pretty good at hiding the fact that she was running from someone, and she had a feeling he had figured that much out from her reaction of staying in this town, but right now, she was too high-strung about this situation to care. “I can’t believe this! First, my car breaks down, and now, I’m going to be stuck here for one week! Why? Why is this happening to me? I swear, I swear that this damn town and that stupid manager is out to get me! I can’t stay here!”
He grinned from ear to ear, as he listened to her ranting and ravings. He slightly tilted his head to one side, and couldn’t help, but think how cute she looked. She is definitely a firecracker, he thought, an adorable, cute firecracker. He shook his head, knowing she would probably kill him if she knew what he was thinking, but it was still the truth, a truth he would never admit to her. As he listened to her continuous rant, an idea surged through him, and he knew it would stop her dead in her tracks. He was a little nervous about saying it, but it was the truth, and he really, really wanted to utter these words to her. It was something he would never imagine saying to any other girl, but she brought up a completely different side of himself—a side he was starting to like…a lot. “You know, you’re kind of cute when you ramble.”
Her entire body froze, halting her movements—halting the stream of words that were on the verge of slipping past her lips. Did he really just say that?
She slowly turned towards him, saw the smirk plastered on his face, and blushed profusely before she decided to tease him since that’s exactly what he was doing to her. She smirked, “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Kent?”
He chuckled, at the nickname, never had he ever been called that, but it felt good coming from her lips. “Well, Miss Lane, it shut you up, didn’t it?”
She glared, playfully, at him before softly punching him in his shoulder.
He laughed, good-heartedly before pulling her away from the tow truck company, and began to help her look for a hotel she could stay at for the time being.
An hour later, they stood outside her hotel, which wasn’t the greatest looking, but it would have to do and smiled, tentatively at each other. They both knew what was about to happen, and for some reason, neither of them were ready to say the words.
He was going to leave—leave her, and she didn’t want that…not yet. She shuffled, uncomfortably, before an idea, albeit only a temporary fix, came to mind. “Uh, do-do you want to go get some dinner or something?”
He smiled, hugely, “Yeah. Yeah, I would like that.” He didn’t want to leave—leave her…not yet. He knew he was only postponing the inevitable. He would be leaving, and he doubted he would ever see her again, but right now, right now he was going to go to dinner with her, and enjoy whatever time they had left together.
Twenty minutes later, they found themselves at a quaint little restaurant, which had a wrap-around porch, and sat at an outside table, enjoying the fresh air, as they ate their meals.
She looked across the table at him, their time was running out, and she wanted to know as much about him as possible. “So, um, what was it like growing up with, you know…” She trailed off, not wanting anyone to overhear their conversation about his abilities.
He looked around, making sure there were no prying ears before he looked over at her. He leaned in closer, making her do the same. He didn’t need anybody overhearing him. He softly said, “It wasn’t easy. I was pretty young when I developed my first ability, and over the years, I just kept developing more so, it was hard for me, you know? I’m different, and I have to work hard at pretending to be someone I’m not, just so, everyone else sees me as just a normal guy.”
She felt for him. He had spent his entire life in secrecy, hiding the truth about himself from everyone he loves, and never able to actually be himself around them, knowing they would judge him for what he is and what he could do. She didn’t see him that way. He was just Clark Kent to her, she could care less if he was from Earth or Krypton, besides what a person can do isn’t what defines them, it’s who they are that do. He wasn’t some freak or monster because he had abilities. He was just caring, sweet, kind, and that’s who he would always be, to her, at least. “I’m sorry, Clark. It must have been hard, not knowing how people would react to your secret, and not knowing if they would see you as something that you’re not. Your just Clark Kent to me.”
He smiled. It filled his heart knowing that she didn’t see him as an alien or a freak. She just saw him, as he was, and that made him extremely happy. He was always afraid of people’s reactions, and even though she did react in a way he never expected, she accepted him, and that meant everything to him. “Thank you, Lois. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.” He took a bite of his steak before continuing, “What about you? What was it like growing up?”
She scoffed, sarcastically replying, “Oh, it was thrilling.”
He chuckled, “Is that all I get?”
She rolled her eyes. “Uh, well, there’s not much to tell. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m a military brat so, I’ve practically lived on every base here in the states, and even been to a couple in a few different countries.”
He was intrigued by that. He had never left Kansas, and still had yet to do so, and wondered what it was like in other states, as well, as other countries. “What countries?”
She smiled. “I’ve been to Germany, which by the way was quite fun the first time around, but after visiting three times, it’s not as thrilling. Um, I’ve been to Russia, Ireland, and when I was really young I visited Africa with my mom.”
He was awestruck at all the places she’s already been, and she was still so young. His eyebrows scrunched together, as a thought occurred to him. “So, if you’ve been to all these places, why are you traveling now especially since you’ve pretty much traveled all over the states?”
She hesitated. She couldn’t exactly tell him that she was running away from her father. He didn’t need to know about that part of her life. He didn’t need to know that she was running away, even though she sensed that he sort of already figured that out, and thankfully wasn’t saying anything. He didn’t need to know about the pain she had endured, albeit it wasn’t as bad as his life growing up was, but all in all, it was the same. Pain was pain, and she didn’t feel like hearing his sympathy over the trivialities of her life. Besides, what was the point in telling him the truth? He would be leaving. They would be going their separate ways, and she doubted she would ever see him again. “Uh, I’m just traveling for a while, visiting places I haven’t been to yet. I don’t know where I’m going exactly, but I’ll know when I get there.”
He nodded. He knew she wasn’t telling the whole truth, that much was obvious, but he wouldn’t question her about it. It wasn’t his right, and if she didn’t want him to know, then he wasn’t going to force her to tell him.
She shoved food in her mouth. She needed the topic to move on from her. She didn’t want to think about her predicament, at this moment. “What about you? Why are you traveling?”
He looked down at his plate of food. He couldn’t tell her that. She couldn’t know about what he’s done—what he’s caused. If he did tell her the truth of his sins, then she would look at him with disgust. She would despise him. She would hate him. He didn’t want that. He enjoyed the fact that she didn’t know about the pain he has caused because then she wouldn’t look at him like he was a monster for what he’s done. She had just told him that she only sees him as himself, not a freak, but if she knew the truth—the whole truth she would only see what he feels inside. Pain. Guilt. Shame. He couldn’t even face it himself so, how could he even begin to explain that to her? He couldn’t. He would never tell her the truth. Not ever.
When he didn’t respond, she looked up at him and watched as he completely closed himself down from her. He was hiding—running from something, which was why he was on the road, she knew that from the way he avoided looking at her. There was a lingering sadness that took over his features, and she sensed that he was feeling pain and guilt about something. She silently cursed herself, hoping that he wouldn’t close off from her completely. She had dealt with that when they first met, and she really hoped they wouldn’t go back to that. She was enjoying this carefree version of himself. “Uh, you know what, just forget I said anything, okay?”
He looked up at her, not surprised that she had sensed he didn’t want to talk about it, she was really good at reading him. He respected that she was putting his feelings in front of what she probably wanted to know, and was thankful that she wasn’t questioning him about it. He smiled, softly, “Thanks.”
She smiled, finishing off her plate. “You might think I don’t understand, but trust me I do, it’s probably not the same, but I do understand wanting to keep things to yourself.” She looked up at him, smirking, “Besides, a little mystery is always good for a relationship.”
His fork stopped in midair, as her words echoed in his mind. He slowly looked up at her, quirked a brow, and smirked. “Relationship?”
She rolled her eyes. Of course, that would be the only thing he actually heard, she thought before groaning, “Oh, shut up!”
After finishing their meals, he paid for their dinner and walked her back to her hotel, and now, now they were standing outside waiting for the inevitable to happen.
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, his head lowered, and his eyes stared down at the asphalt. He really, really didn’t want to say goodbye to her but knew it was going to happen, nonetheless. He didn’t understand why this was so damn hard. At first, he was only staying with her to make sure she was alright, to make sure that she got somewhere safe, and wasn’t stranded on the side of the road, but now, he was having a hard time leaving her. He could stay, he tried rationalizing, but he was still too close to Kansas—too close to home—too close to everything he was running from. He wished he could stay here, with her, because he didn’t want to leave her, but he just couldn’t.
She shifted, uncomfortably, moving her weight from one foot to the other, and refused to look at him, like that would stop the reality of their situation from happening. She didn’t want him to leave but knew he was going to anyways. They were both running from a part of their lives, and unlike her, he wasn’t stuck and had every inclination to leave. She could tell that whatever had closed himself down from her at dinner, was something that wouldn’t leave his head and hurt his heart, and he needed to get as far away from wherever he came from as possible. She understood. She wanted to get as far away from her father as possible, and she was a little closer than she would have preferred, but she really didn’t have a choice in the matter.
He slowly looked up at her, and sighed, heavily. She still wasn’t looking at him. They had been standing here for five minutes, neither talking or even glancing at each other. Did she want him to stay? Is that why she wouldn’t look at him? Is that why this was so hard? He didn’t want to leave. She seemed to want him to stay, but no matter what neither of them would get what they wanted. Their lives were going in completely different directions. He was going god knows where, and she, she would be here until she was able to leave. He quietly groaned. He didn’t want to do this—he didn’t want to say the words to her but knew he had to. “Lois?” Silence. He sighed, “Lois, are you okay?”
She slowly looked up at him, plastering on a fake smile, for his sake. He didn’t need to know how she was feeling deep inside. “I’m fine, Clark.”
He nodded.
They stared, intensely into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, neither speaking—neither moving and then she did something he never expected her to do. She stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and hugged him. He hesitated, not exactly knowing what to do, but after a few seconds, wrapped his arms around her, resting his head atop hers, and hugged her back.
She gently laid her head against his chest, and whispered, “Thank you, Clark, for saving my life today, and I promise that your secret will always be safe with me.”
He pulled away from her, not wanting to, but knowing he had to eventually. “Thank you, Lois.”
They smiled at each other, their eyes locking, and their feelings radiated off them in waves. It was time. They both knew it but still didn’t want to say the words to each other.
She looked down at the ground, her feet restlessly kicking some rocks around. “Where are you going to go?”
He tilted his head to one side, slightly, as she looked away from him. She wanted him to stay, he knew that now, especially in the way she had become reserved, it had been so different from the way she had been behaving around him before. He wanted to stay, god, he wanted to stay here, with her, so, so badly. But he couldn’t—wouldn’t allow himself to stay in Kansas. He had to leave. “I don’t know.”
She sighed, heavily, dropping her head, and softly closed her eyes.
He hated that she wasn’t looking at him. He hated that he couldn’t see her beautiful face. He hated that he couldn’t look into her dazzling hazel eyes. He needed—wanted her to look at him, as they did this—as they said goodbye. He placed his forefinger under her chin, slowly lifting her head up, and whispered, “Lois…”
Her eyes fluttered open and locked with his.
He gently trailed a finger down her cheekbone, loving the feel of her skin under his fingertips, and softly smiled when her eyes closed from the sensation. “I want to say so many things, but nothing seems like it would be enough.” She opened her eyes, staring into his, intensely. “I-I want-need you to know that I enjoyed every second we have spent together, and even though it was quite unexpected, it has been one of the best days of my life.” He took a deep breath, “I will never forget you, Lois Lane.”
Her breath hitched, as his words reverberated through her, and could feel her heart aching from the emotion that was laced in his voice—from the way his eyes revealed his true feelings. He didn’t want to do this as much as she didn’t want him to. “That was enough. I have enjoyed spending today with you, as well, and I need you to know that I will always be grateful to you for saving my life. I will always keep my lips sealed about your secret, and I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell me, even though we don’t even know each other.”
He smiled, “We know enough.”
She smiled back before slowly leaning closer to him, which paralyzed him for a split second, and kissed him on his cheek. It was soft. It was sweet. It was short, too short for either of their liking. His eyes closed, softly, at the sensation of her lips pressed against his skin.
When she pulled away, he smiled, softly at her. “Goodbye, Lois.”
She smiled back. “Goodbye, Clark.”
As soon as she turned away from him, the smile from her lips, and she resolutely walked inside her hotel, never stopping until she made it to her room. She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. She didn’t understand why she felt like this—why she felt so heartbroken. She wasn’t that girl. She wasn’t the girl who wrapped herself in her feelings and emotions, actually, she was the complete opposite, she blocked them out, keeping her heart safely tucked away.
But…
Somehow, he managed to wiggle his way inside. She let him tear down her walls, which she kept barricaded around her heart, and only after a few hours of spending time with him. How the hell did that happen? Why did he make her feel this? What was it about Clark Kent that affected her in so, so many different ways? She didn’t know and knew she would never get the chance to find out for herself. She didn’t understand how she allowed herself to get into this situation, but she truly, and honestly, liked the way he made her feel. She knew that for as long as she lived, she would never feel this way about someone else again. She sighed, softly closing her eyes. She was going to miss him.
He watched, sadly, the smile immediately falling from his face, as she slowly walked away from him until she had disappeared from his life…forever. He didn’t even know her, and he felt as if he had just lost something that was important to his life. Why was he feeling like this?
She was so, so beautiful, that was obvious to him, but never in his life had he ever felt so strongly about someone before. He had liked a few girls, Lana being the biggest one, but the way he had felt about them didn’t even compare to what he felt for Lois. It was irrational. It wasn’t normal. He shouldn’t be feeling like this about a girl he only had the pleasure of knowing for a few hours, but she was different, she was special. In the time he had spent with her she had made him feel things he has never felt before and knew one thing for an absolute fact, he was going to miss her.
He resolutely walked over to his motorcycle, climbed on, revved the engine, and sped off into the night.
As he drove, the wind whipping across his face, he could feel a pain in his chest—a pain he had never experienced before, and knew it was because of her—because of Lois. She had crept her way inside him. She had made him feel like he could be honest with her. He was honest with her, and she accepted him. She trusted him, just as much as he trusted her. He would never, ever feel this way about someone else again.
As he traveled farther and farther away from her, he wondered if he was driving away from the best thing that could have ever happened to him.
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