36The Beginning Of Our Story
Chapter Eleven:
"Looking for something?" Clark asked, as he flipped on the light switch in the kitchen with an amused smile gracing his lips.
Lois practically jumped out of her own skin, not only from the light suddenly turning on, but also from the sound of his voice echoing from directly behind her, and quickly turned around towards him with her hands covering her palpitating chest like that would help calm her racing heart before she took a few steps towards him with a slightly guilty expression slowly spreading out across her face. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."
"You didn't wake me up." He took a few steps closer to her with a soft smile gracing his lips. "Well, I was trying to fall asleep, but then I heard you creep your little way down here before making quite a bit of noise in here."
Her eyes narrowed at him, dangerously from his words. "So, you were just enjoying listening to me fail quite miserably at trying to find something to eat in this dark house?"
He nodded before a smirk spread out across his face. "You know, it would probably work better if you had the light on. I mean, it's not like you have the ability to see in the dark. Unless, there is something you haven't told me about yourself."
"Not all of us are like you, mister," she told him with a roll of her eyes before she moved even closer to him, so they were standing less than a few feet away from each other. "But next time, I'll make sure to do that. Whether your sleeping or not."
His brow quirked at that. "There's gonna be a next time?"
She blushed, slightly from the way he was looking at her, and there was a small part of herself that knew he was just teasing her just like he always did, but she could see the complete sincerity lingering in those beautiful aquamarine eyes of his.
It was as clear as day.
He was enjoying the fact that they were able to spend the entire night together.
He wanted this to happen again.
And if she was being completely honest with herself, she would definitely want this to happen again.
She wanted to spend the entire night with him every single night.
But would Martha and Jonathan allow it?
As soon as the question entered her mind, she pushed it down to the deepest part of herself, not wanting to think about something that could possibly never happen. Her father was still the number one problem they were dealing with.
He literally held all of the cards.
Hopefully, when he did realize that she was gone and when he found her, he would hear her out instead of just forcing her to do the one thing she didn't want to do anymore. Of course, she would always be a military brat, and she would always be his little girl, even though most of the time they never saw eye to eye, but she wanted a somewhat normal life.
She wanted to live with her cousin and her uncle.
She wanted to make long lasting friendships with Pete and possibly even Lana.
She wanted to spend even more time with Jonathan and Martha, who she already cared for very deeply.
And more importantly, she didn't want to leave him—leave Clark.
"Maybe…" she trailed off, as she quickly pushed down every single thing he was making her feel just by looking at her before she changed the subject to something a little more safer than what was happening between them and definitely what their future was going to look like, especially since that was very uncertain right now. "So, um, instead of listening to me fail at one of the most basic things, maybe you can help. I mean, we both should probably get some sleep at some point. You have school and I have a lot of explaining to do with Chloe and my father when he inevitably finds me, but I, uh, I should probably eat something, or I won't be getting any sleep tonight."
Clark just smiled at her ramblings.
It was quite obvious that she was nervous.
There was a small part of himself that wanted to continue teasing her—wanted to continue flirting with her, but the other part of himself knew that she would most likely close down from him if he kept making her nervous.
She was still scared about this—about them.
Even though they didn't know each other very well, he did know that she could easily push him away if she felt overwhelmed, nervous or scared just like she had done not only once, but twice in one day, and that was the very last thing he wanted.
He never wanted her to push him away again.
"Well, what do you want?"
"Do you have any pancakes? Maybe even some chocolate chips?"
"Chocolate chip pancakes?" He questioningly asked, as his eyes traveled over to the bright green digital clock on the stove before he glanced back over at her with a teasing smirk slowly spreading out across his face. "You want chocolate chip pancakes at two in the morning?"
She nodded before giving him her best puppy dog look. "You could help me if you want. You know, since I'll most likely burn it otherwise."
He rolled his eyes at that. "What am I going to do with you?"
"I don't know." She shrugged her shoulders, slightly before grinning over at him, lopsidedly. "Keep me forever?"
"Don't tempt me, Lane," he told her with a smirk plastered across his face before he moved past her, and started grabbing all of the things they were going to need.
Lois was rendered completely and utterly speechless from his confident words.
What the hell happened to the shy and timid farm boy she had come to know? She questioned herself, but quickly pushed all those thoughts to the deepest part of herself, effectively snapping her out of her little trance, knowing that she needed to focus on the task at hand, and not the incredibly handsome man, who had his back facing her, as he started making the batter.
Like that was going to be possible, she thought to herself.
As soon as they finished making the last of the pancake mix, Lois grabbed the can of whipped cream, and topped off every single one of the pancakes before she poured some maple syrup over the top of them. "There. We're all done. Now we can eat."
Clark slowly glanced over at her with a bewildered expression plastered across his face from her words before he smirked over at her, as he crossed his arms over his chest, playfully. "You mean, I'm all done. You know since I'm the one that did all the cooking."
Lois narrowed her eyes at him, slightly, as she crossed her arms over her chest just like he had done with a slow growing smirk gracing her lips. "I helped."
"Lois, you mixed the batter and slapped some whip cream and syrup on them." When she gave him an annoyed look, he chuckled, softly before continuing, "You know, if I wasn't here you probably would have burned down my entire house. I mean, you did almost burn the first batch."
"But I didn't actually burn them," she defended herself.
"Because I was here." He shook his head from side to side, softly before smirking over at her. "You would be completely lost without me."
Her eyes narrowed at him, dangerously from his brash and teasing words. "You didn't just say that."
"Except that I did," he replied, as his smirk only grew wider and wider.
"Take it back!"
"I don't think so." He moved a little closer to her, so they were standing mere inches away from each other. "What would you do without me?"
Lois stared at him for a few lingering seconds, feeling completely and utterly surprised by his words, and she wanted nothing more than to make him pay for his teasing words, but what could she do to a man, who was practically invincible?
She grinned, internally, as a particular idea occurred to her, and even though he would probably grow irritated with her teasing manner, she wanted—needed to make him pay for his words.
"This," she muttered just loud enough for him to hear before she reached into the large bowl of leftover flour on the counter, grabbed a handful, and tossed it directly at him.
Clark stared at her, feeling completely surprised, not able to believe that she had just done that, and he knew without a doubt that it was all over his face, hell, he could taste it on his lips. "You didn't just do that."
"Except that I did." She smirked over at him. "What are you going to do about it?"
He growled low in his throat from her teasing words, and said, "this," before he quickly grabbed two handfuls of flour, using a tad bit of his superspeed, so she wouldn't have the chance to escape from him, and chucked it at her, enjoying the way her teasing expression transformed into one of complete and utter surprise.
Lois stared at him for the longest time with a mix of shock and surprise from what he had just done, of course, she had been the one that started this, but she didn't think he would be gall enough to do the same exact thing.
It was quite obvious that she was wrong about that.
"Two can play at this game, mister," she told him before grabbing the bowl of leftover flour with an evil glint lingering in her defying hazel eyes.
His eyes widened, slightly, not only from her words, but also from the fact that she had grabbed the bowl of flour, intending to us it against him before he grabbed the small bag of flour off the counter, and took several steps back away from her with a teasing glint lingering in his eyes. "You're the one that started this, Lois, but I'll be the one to finish it."
"That's what you think," she responded before she dashed towards him.
They chased each other around the kitchen, through the dining room, into the living room, tossing flour at each other, effectively making a mess absolutely everywhere, but when Lois ran out of flour to toss at him, she quickly rushed back into the kitchen, and dipped her hands into the leftover batter before smirking over at him. "Still think your gonna win?"
Clark stopped dead in his tracks when she raised her batter covered hands in the air, and slowly placed the bag of flour back on the counter before taking a few steps away from her. "Don't even think about it, Lois."
She ignored his words completely before she lunged towards him, intending to end this little game of theirs, which would undoubtedly make her the winner, but he quickly super sped directly behind her in a matter of seconds, wrapped both of his arms around her body, effectively stopping her from attacking him, and whispered in her ear, "Are you done?"
She nodded, slowly, unable to move due to the fact that he was holding her in place let alone able to speak a single word in denial or acceptance. It wasn't that she didn't want to keep teasing him because she did, but it was the fact that she could feel his hard chest pressing up against her back—she could feel his breath lingering on the side of her neck, and it was causing emotion after emotion to consume her.
After a few seconds, he slowly unwrapped his arms from around her body, allowing her arms free before he slowly turned her back around towards him, so they were facing each other, and was seconds away from telling her that they should probably clean up since they had made quite the mess, but the moment his eyes meshed with hers everything vanished until it was just the two of them.
Just like they've done several times in the time they've known each other.
He slowly leaned forward, intending to kiss her, but before he could feel her lips against his—before he could taste the sweet flavor that was purely her, she rose her hands, and smeared the batter across his face, causing him to stare at her completely and utterly surprised.
Lois chuckled, loudly at the bewildered expression slowly spreading out across his face before grabbing a towel and wiping the rest of the batter off her hands. "Now I'm done."
Clark growled low in his throat before he stalked towards her like a predator coming after his prey until her back was pressed up against the sink, and rested both of his hands on the side of the counter, not allowing her to escape from him. "Your such a tease."
"That is true, but you like that about me."
His eyes locked onto hers, all thoughts of making her pay for what she had done evaporating from his mind, immediately being replaced with what she made him feel—what she made him think—what she did to him just by looking at him. "I just like you."
They stared at each other for the longest time, as their eyes kept continuously dropping down to each other's lips before they leaned forward, simultaneously, and kissed quite passionately, their bodies molding together, while his hands went straight to her waist, squeezing ever so slightly and her hands went straight to his ebony locks, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair.
When he pulled away from their kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, softly. "You taste like flour."
"And you taste like batter." She shook her head from side to side with a soft smile gracing her lips from their antics before she glanced around the kitchen, not able to believe the mess they had made. "We made quite the mess."
"You mean, you made quite the mess," he corrected her with a teasing smile before he followed her gaze around the kitchen. "We should probably clean this up. My parents would kill us if they woke up to this."
"You would be right about that."
Clark and Lois froze from the sound of that all too familiar voice for several seconds, and took a deep, deep breath, simultaneously, both of them knowing that this wasn't going to end well for either of them before they very slowly turned around to face the two people, who were staring at them with two completely different expressions.
One was filled with complete surprise and confusion, while the other one was filled with nothing but utter shock and slight anger.
"Mom…dad…" Clark managed to get out at the same exact time Lois said, "Martha…Jonathan…"
Jonathan, who had been woken up only a few seconds before his wife from the sounds of laughter coming from the kitchen, glanced between the two of them several times, his facial expression revealing that he wasn't happy or thrilled with what he was witnessing. "What the hell are the two of you doing?"
Clark and Lois slowly glanced over at each other, their eyes locking onto each other, instantly, as they shared the same exact thought, both of them knowing that they needed to be short and simple with their answers or it could quite possibly make this entire situation ten times worse.
Clark quickly focused his attention on his parents, and took a few steps closer to them. "We can explain, uh, we were, um, we were—"
"We were just making some pancakes," Lois interrupted him, as she moved closer to them, so she was standing directly next to Clark again.
Martha rose a brow from her words before glancing around her destroyed kitchen. "And that meant messing up my kitchen in the process?"
Lois immediately felt guilt consume every single fiber in her body from her words before she took another step closer to her with an apologetic expression slowly spreading out across her face. "We're really, really sorry. We'll clean everything up. I promise."
"Damn straight you will." Jonathan shook his head from side to side, softly, as he glanced around the mess his son and the woman he could easily picture becoming a major part of this family had made before he moved even closer to them. "I want the two of you to go get cleaned up right now. Martha and I will start putting everything away, but when you come back downstairs you'll both be cleaning up this mess."
When he noticed the way they glanced at each other like they were going to enjoy any amount of time they spent together, even if it would just be cleaning, he made himself perfectly clear, "And you'll be doing it…separately."
They both nodded at him before quickly disappearing up the stairs.
As soon as they made it up to his bedroom, Clark slowly collapsed down onto his desk chair, while Lois plopped down onto his bed, both of their minds not able to think of anything other than what had just happened. Not only did they wake up his parents in the middle of the night, but they were also caught making quite a mess of most of the downstairs, and neither of them seemed very happy about it.
How were they supposed to explain this situation?
Lois slowly glanced over at Clark, who was just as lost in his thoughts as she was, before she fidgeted, uncomfortably at the edge of the bed, her fingers, subconsciously digging into the sheets. "Your dad didn't seem too happy."
Clark nodded. "He was definitely a little mad, but I think he's more confused than anything else. My actions over the past few days has made them a little uneasy I guess. First with using my abilities in the city, then telling you the truth about myself, and now they've witnessed the two of us pretty much destroying their livelihood with flour and batter of all things. I think it's safe to say that my parents are just confused about all of this."
She smiled, softly from his words, but it quickly fell when a particular thought occurred to her, causing her heart to begin beating faster and faster from the mere idea of it being possible. "Uh, Clark?"
He frowned at her sudden change of demeanor before quickly standing up, walking over towards the bed, and sitting down directly next to her, his eyes locking onto hers almost immediately. "What is it?"
"Do you think your parents saw us…" she trailed off, not knowing the proper way to end that sentence.
His frown grew deeper. "Saw us doing what?"
Figures, she thought to herself, she would have to spell it out for him to understand what she was attempting and failing at getting across to him.
"Do you think they saw us…" she trailed off once again, attempting to say the words without feeling her stomach churn into anxious knots and without blushing, but it was merely impossible when the man, who was responsible for making her feel all those things was currently looking at her with genuine concern like he was worried her next words were going to be the end of the world, which actually wasn't too far off the mark. "You know, kissing in the kitchen. I mean, who knows how long they were standing there."
His eyes widened to the size of saucers from the mere thought of his parents witnessing something like that, and he could feel his heart racing from the conversation he was bound to have with both of them if they did. It wasn't that he didn't want them to know that there was something happening between them, especially since he had a feeling that they knew this was going to happen, but it was the fact that they were both still very confused about everything that had transpired in one day, and he wanted to figure that out with her and only her.
"Do you think they saw us?"
She just simply shrugged her shoulders.
Clark let out a loud and heavy sigh before he ran one of his hands down his face like that would wipe away the several problems he was experiencing at this moment. "I guess we'll deal with it just like we've dealt with everything else."
"Together," she said with a smile gracing her lips.
"Together," he repeated with an even wider smile before a thoughtful expression took over his features. "Even if they did see us, I think they would be okay with it-with us."
Lois quirked a brow from that, not able to believe that his parents would just accept whatever was happening between the two of them, especially since she's only known them for a few days, but if there was anyone that would accept their decision to figure this out together she would definitely want it to be two of them. "Do you really think so?"
He nodded before resting one of his hands on the side of her face, loving the way she leaned into his touch almost like it was instinct. "I think they've seen it from day one. They've both made comments to me. The first day you met them my dad might have asked me if I liked you."
Her brow quirked at that before she smirked over at him. "And what did you tell him?"
His face turned a light shade of red from her blunt question, but he didn't look away from her, not wanting to hide anything he was feeling or even thinking from the woman, who has made him feel so many different things in the past few days. "I denied it."
"I did the same thing with Chloe."
"The first night we met," he started before moving a little closer to her, his aquamarine eyes meshing with her hazel ones. "I was so confused by everything I was experiencing, and it only got more confusing when we fell asleep together in the loft. I didn't know how to explain what I was feeling."
"And now you can explain what your feeling?"
He nodded, his eyes never wavering from hers.
She smirked over at him with a teasing glint lingering in her eyes, as she moved a little closer to him. "And what are you feeling exactly?"
Clark grinned, widely from her words, knowing exactly what she was doing right now before he copied her movements, so they were mere inches away from each other. "I might not understand why I'm feeling this way so suddenly, but I do know that I want to feel this way for as long as possible."
Lois smiled, softly from that before looking away from him, shyly, not only because she didn't want him to see the bright red blush that was slowly creeping its way across her cheeks, but also because she honestly had no idea how to respond to that.
The pure affection that was laced in his words—that was radiating out of those beautiful aquamarine orbs of his was unlike anything she has felt in her entire life, and it was causing her heart to fill with what she could only identify as love from the simple fact that they felt the same exact way.
This might be new territory for both of them, but she had a feeling that it would always be like this with him.
They would always be on the same wavelength.
Clark stared at her for the longest time, as his head tilted to one side, slightly from the shyness she was showing him right now before he placed one of his fingers underneath her chin, forcing her to look up at him, and without hesitating for even a split second, he leaned closer to her, wanting—needing to feel her lips against his.
As soon as she felt his lips brushing ever so lightly against hers, Lois melted into his embrace, loving the way his arms wrapped around her body, pushing her even closer to his chest, her hands instinctively locking behind his head, while her fingers spread out through his dark locks before she pressed her lips a little harder against his, effectively deepening their kiss.
"What was that for?" She asked when she pulled away from him.
"Oh, you know, just in case I don't get the chance to do it again tonight."
She chuckled, softly at his sarcastic remark, but it slightly fell short at the thought of what was going to happen when they inevitably made it down those stairs. "How long do you think your dad will be mad about what we did to the majority of the downstairs?"
"Don't worry, Lois. This will all be a distant memory in the morning." He lightly pushed her, attempting to lighten the mood between them, and gave her a soft, reassuring smile. "Besides, your too amazing to stay mad at for too long."
Those words immediately brought a smile back to her face before she locked her eyes onto his once again, loving the feeling that encompassed her from the simple fact that he was able to make her feel like everything was going to be okay no matter what stood in their way.
How could one person make her feel like this every single second she spent with him?
She didn't know, but she did know that she wanted to feel this way for as long as she possibly could.
She softly punched his arm with a playful smile gracing her lips. "Thanks, Smallville."
He chuckled, softly at her favorite nickname for him before he glanced towards the hallway, knowing that they needed to get back downstairs sooner rather than later or his father might become even more irritated with them, and he probably wouldn't hesitate on coming up here and moving this along, especially after what they had done to the kitchen, dining room and living room.
And the fact that they were kissing in the kitchen, he reminded himself, but quickly pushed that thought aside, hoping against all hope that that little detail didn't come out tonight.
If it did, it was going to be a very long night.
"Um, we should probably clean up before my dad comes up here searching for us."
"Right," she responded before she roamed her eyes up and down his muscular body, her lips slightly curving into a smile from the sight of him covered in flour and batter, and tried her hardest not to laugh, as the memories of their little food fight flooded her mind. "You definitely need a shower."
He rolled his eyes at her comment. "This is your fault, you know."
She grinned from ear to ear before practically pushing him out of the bedroom. "Yeah. Yeah. Whatever, farm boy. Just hurry up."
Thirty minutes later, they slowly made their way downstairs, both of them immediately noticing how silent it was, which wasn't exactly a normal thing in this house, and it only added to the trepidation they were feeling, but as soon as their feet landed on the hardwood floor, they heard Jonathan bellow out his name before either of them could say anything.
"And that would be my cue."
"Good luck," she told him with a chuckle, and watched him disappear from her sights before she made her way towards the kitchen, where she knew she wasn't going to be able to lie or hide what she was feeling or what she was even thinking from the lovely Martha Kent.
That woman could read her like a book.
As soon as she stepped foot inside of the kitchen, where Martha was cleaning up their mess, she stopped dead in her tracks, feeling nothing but complete and utter guilt consume every single part of her from the mess they had made, and she was honestly quite terrified at what was going to happen.
Was she going to be mad? Angry? Upset?
Before she even had a chance to utter a single word to make her presence known, Martha turned around towards her with a soft smile playing at her lips, and broke the clear ice between them, "Well, don't just stand there, dear. Grab the broom, and start sweeping all this up."
Lois smiled at the way she could easily make an uncomfortable situation less daunting with only a few words before she did exactly as she wanted, and even though there was a small part of herself that just wanted this night to be over, she also knew that this entire thing was her fault. She had been the one that started their little food fight, which inevitably led to them messing up more than just the kitchen, but if she was being completely honest with herself, this wasn't entirely her fault.
He just had to be so damn cute and adorable, especially when she was teasing him.
Focus, she scolded herself from thinking that way, knowing that she had way more important things to worry about right now.
She slowly glanced over at her, feeling that guilt intensify, as she watched her clean the mess she had made with her son before she took a deep breath, physically and mentally preparing herself for the worst. "I'm sorry we messed up the kitchen, dining room and living room, but mostly I'm sorry for this room. It was my mom's favorite place to be as well."
"It's okay, Lois," she reassured her with a soft smile before giving her a knowing look. "You know, both Jonathan and I were young at one point in our lives. We used to do the same exact thing when we were your age. I'm sure your father and mother did at some point as well. It's perfectly normal to enjoy spending time with someone, but I have to say that it looked and sounded like the two of you were having the time of your lives."
Lois completely ignored the not so subtle meaning behind her last comment, not wanting to have that particular conversation with her right now, especially since she was still very confused with how everything was changing so quickly, but honestly, she wanted to figure this out with him and only him before anyone else was involved. "We might have went a little overboard."
Martha gave her a look. "Just a little bit?"
They both chuckled, loudly, both of them feeling more than a little thankful at the fact that the awkwardness between them had all but disappeared.
Just like it usually did with her, Lois thought to herself before she watched her wipe down the counters, her head tilting to one side, slightly, as she wondered the same exact thing she was worried about before walking down those stairs. "Do you think Jonathan is still mad?"
Martha stopped what she was doing from those words, glanced over at her, and immediately noticed the worry that was consuming her little mind before gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, Lois. This was nothing compared to when we came home from a getaway in Metropolis to find this place a complete mess. A little food fight doesn't compare to a full-fledged party."
Her eyes widened from that, slightly. "Wait a second. Clark Kent, the mild-mannered farm boy threw a party while you were gone?"
She nodded. "So, trust me when I tell you this. Jonathan isn't mad at you or Clark for that matter. I think he was more shocked than anything else. We both were."
A slight frown etched over her features. "Shocked to see us having a food fight?"
Martha shook her head, slightly before smiling over at her, knowingly. "It wasn't the food fight that shocked him, Lois."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Lois quickly looked away from her, knowing exactly what she meant, not only from the implication behind her words, but also from the way she was looking at her, and in that moment she knew that they had definitely seen them.
Great, she thought to herself, just great.
It wasn't that she didn't want them to know about what was happening between the two of them, but it was the fact that it was highly possible that what they had started not even a few hours ago could possibly end tomorrow when her father inevitably found her, and even if they did convince him to allow her to stay in this small-town, she still had to be honest with her cousin.
And that was ten times more daunting than dealing with her father.
There was a small part of herself that wanted nothing more than to confide in the woman standing in front of her, especially since she already saw her as a mother figure in her life, but the other part of herself was terrified that they wouldn't want her with their son.
Jonathan was very protective over his son, especially when it came to his secret.
Martha clearly only wanted what was best for him, even if she didn't agree with it.
They might like her, but did that mean they would accept the fact that she wanted to be more than just friends with their son?
She didn't know, and she honestly wasn't sure she wanted to find out.
"I have no idea what your talking about."
Martha grinned even wider from the way she attempted brushing off the topic like it was the black plague, and even though she could tell that the young woman standing in front of her was feeling very confused about what was clearly happening, hell, even her son was confused, she wanted to know what was happening between the two of them.
Of course, she would never pressure or force her to tell her something she already knew to be the truth, but she wanted what was best for her son, and she had a feeling that this woman was the best thing that could ever happen to him.
Lois Lane was good for him.
"So, we didn't witness the two of you kissing in the middle of my kitchen?"
Lois practically choked on her own saliva from those words, and as soon as she managed to catch her own breath—managed to calm her racing heart, she locked her hazel eyes onto the woman, who had just uttered the last thing she ever expected, attempting to say something—anything, but she was too shell-shocked to get out one single word.
Martha chuckled, softly from the dear caught in headlights expression that was plastered across her face. "Sorry to be so blunt, dear, but I've seen this coming from the first moment I saw the two of you sleeping together in the loft."
"You have?"
She nodded. "It was as clear as day. Jonathan saw it. Chloe, Lana and Pete probably did too. I know that you both are confused, which is completely understandable, especially with everything that's going on, but I want you to know that you'll always have a place here. We'll always be here to talk if you need to."
She smiled at her, playfully. "I just might have some advice. I mean, it's not like I haven't been through this before."
"I just might take you up on that offer." She grinned, widely over at her, loving how nothing changed in their relationship just because she had feelings for her son, and she hoped that it would always stay like that no matter what happened between them. "Martha, you would probably be the first person I would confide in for everything, but I have to be honest. I'm terrified that I might only have tonight and tomorrow left to spend with not only him, but with all of you, and Chloe as well."
"Is that why you two were making food in the kitchen at two in the morning?"
"Kind of." At the confused expression slowly spreading out across her face, she pressed further, "In a way, we both want to spend time together, but it's kind of been like that since we met. My plan was to just grab something to eat, but—"
"But my son had something else in mind," she finished for her.
"Well, technically I started the little food fight, but he made sure to finish it." She shook her head from side to side with a soft smile gracing her lips, as the memories flashed in her mind over and over again. "Is he always like that?"
Martha smiled, widely over at her. "He's only like that with you, Lois."
Lois gulped, silently from that, knowing exactly what she truly meant by that. She brought out different sides to himself—sides of himself that he never showed anyone just like he did with her, and it was quite obvious that both Martha and Jonathan would be perfectly okay with them being more than friends, but did that mean this could actually work? Could they actually be together like they both obviously wanted?
She didn't know, but she hoped that they would find out soon.
They just had to get through tomorrow.
Clark very slowly made his way into the living room, where his father was cleaning all of the flour off the furniture, and he didn't look happy, actually, he looked pretty pissed at the fact that he had been woken up to this, which was completely understandable. He wouldn't be happy if someone did the same exact thing to him, but he just couldn't help himself with her.
She just had the uncanny ability to make him forget everything except for what was happening between the two of them.
How could one person make him feel like that every single second he spent with her?
He didn't know, but he did know that he would never, ever regret any time he spent with her, even at the cost of getting a lecture from his parents.
"Dad…"
"Grab the broom, Clark, and start cleaning up this mess," he ordered without even looking at him.
A heavy sigh escaped past his closed lips from the way his father refused to look at him and from the way he only wanted to focus on the task at hand instead of the huge elephant in the room before he did exactly as he was told, but just because his father wasn't in the mood to talk about this situation that didn't mean he was just going to stay silent the entire time.
He needed to understand why this happened.
"Dad…I'm really, really sorry about all of this, and so is Lois, but we don't regret what happened tonight."
Jonathan stopped what he was doing from his words before he slowly turned around towards his son for the first time since he walked into this room with a bewildered expression slowly spreading out across his face. "You don't regret what you did?"
He shook his head, softly. "No. We don't regret what we did, but we both know that we shouldn't have made a mess of the house. We are sorry about that, and it won't happen again, but I won't apologize for enjoying spending time with her."
Jonathan quickly turned his back on him, grinning to himself, as he continued cleaning off the couch. It was quite obvious that his son was completely and utterly captivated by this woman, but that didn't surprise him. It was the fact that he was defending their choices.
If she was anyone else, he probably would have never done something like this, but it was her, and he had a feeling that this wasn't going to be the last time he witnessed something like this between the two of them.
"I'm not angry with either of you. I might have been when I first came down those stairs, but I've had some time to cool off with the help of your mother, and I understand that you two enjoy spending time with each other-enjoy having fun with each other, but for the love of god please don't do this to my house again."
Clark couldn't help but chuckle at his father, knowing that he was being dead serious with him, but he was also letting him know that he wasn't angry with them for what they did.
At least not anymore.
"It won't happen again."
It grew comfortably silent between the two of them, as they continued cleaning the living room, but after several minutes, Jonathan glanced over at his son, who seemed to be completely lost in his thoughts, his mind immediately replaying the romantic moment he had witnessed between his son and the woman he already cared very deeply for, and even though he wanted his son to open up to him like he usually did, he couldn't help wondering what had changed in the matter of one single day.
Just this morning they were just friends, who were obviously keeping their feelings for each other to themselves, and now—now they were kissing in his kitchen in the middle of the night.
It just didn't make any sense.
How could so many things change in such a short amount of time?
Before she came into their lives, his son never would have done any of the things he's done in the past few days, but for some reason this woman brought out several different sides to his son, and if he was being honest with himself, he was enjoying watching him behave more and more like himself, especially when he was with her.
But…
That didn't mean he was gonna just allow the two of them to do whatever they wanted.
They were still young teenagers, and they still needed to follow the rules, but honestly, he enjoyed the simple fact that his son had such a wonderful woman in his life.
Lois Lane was definitely going to be good for him.
"So, do you mind explaining what I witnessed in the kitchen?"
Clark immediately froze from those words, having a feeling what his father was attempting to say to him, but there was no way in hell he was going to say anything regarding that specific moment until he knew for a fact if they saw them or not. "What do you mean?"
Jonathan stopped what he was doing once again, and turned back around towards him with a look that clearly stated that he wasn't born yesterday. "I think you know exactly what I mean, Clark."
He sighed, heavily from those words, knowing that he wasn't going to be able to escape from this particular conversation very easily before he stopped sweeping the floor, and looked over at him, questioningly. "You saw that?"
"Your mother did too." He moved a little closer to his son. "What's going on there exactly? I mean, this morning you two were just friends, and now your what? Together?"
"I don't know." He slowly plopped down onto the couch, and rested his head against the cushions, as his eyes trained on the white, popcorn ceiling. "Things are so confusing right now, dad. I mean, we're friends, but we are also something more. I don't know. Everything has happened so quickly. We only met a few days ago. I don't know what's going to happen, but I do know that I don't want to stop feeling what I feel when I'm with her."
A soft smile graced his lips. "I want her to stay in my life."
Jonathan smiled over at his son, softly, knowing exactly what he was going through since he had experienced this very feeling when he was falling in love with his beautiful wife all those years ago. Of course, his son wasn't falling for her quite yet, but if she stayed—if they continued down this path, that's exactly what would happen, and honestly, it would probably be the best thing that could ever happen to him.
She would be the best thing for him.
"You know," he started, as he walked over towards the couch, and sat down directly next to his son. "Your mother and I knew this was going to happen, of course, we didn't think it would happen so soon, but we both believe that she is going to be very good for you, and I think you might be good for her too."
"Thanks, dad." He shook his head from side to side with a soft smile gracing his lips before he looked back over at him. "We were both a little nervous about your reactions, but I had a feeling that you would be okay with whatever this turns into."
"We might be okay with this, but that doesn't mean the rules are gonna change just because you two are enjoying exploring your relationship. That means you two won't be sleeping in the same room together. She will be sleeping in your room tonight, and that also means that what happened tonight does not happen inside this house again."
Clark nodded at him, knowing that he was being deadly serious with him right now. "I promise, dad."
"Good." He clapped his hand down onto his shoulder, and squeezed, softly. "Now, let's finish cleaning this living room, so we all can get some kind of sleep tonight."
"Right," he said, as he quickly stood up with his father, and continued cleaning the mess he had made with a smile lingering on his lips, not only from the conversation with his father, but also from the feeling of complete and utter happiness that was consuming every fiber within his being.
His parents accepted his fast-growing relationship with Lois.
Lois was slowly letting down those walls inside of her heart.
He felt happier than he's ever felt in his entire life.
And he never, ever wanted to stop feeling this way.
One hour later, Clark and Lois were sitting on the couch in the living room, watching whatever movie was playing on the television, as they finished off their pancakes. By the time they all finished cleaning and by the time they told both Martha and Jonathan goodnight, which included him making it perfectly clear that she would be sleeping in his room and not downstairs with him, the food they had made was ice cold, but they honestly didn't care.
They were just enjoying spending some more time together.
Clark glanced over at her as soon as he finished off his plate of food, and grinned to himself when he noticed that she had some maple syrup on her lips after she took her last bite. "You have something right there."
Lois frowned, slightly before she grabbed a napkin off the table, intending to wipe it off herself, but was stopped by him grabbing her hand, gently, and was completely caught off guard by his next words—his next maneuver.
"Let me." He slowly leaned forward, his eyes never leaving hers before he swiped his tongue across her lips, slowly, effectively removing the syrup from her lips.
She stared at him for the longest time, feeling completely and utterly surprised by his sudden move, especially since it was the last thing she ever expected him to do, bust as soon as he started moving away from her, she hooked her hand being his head, and crashed her lips against his, not allowing him to get away with teasing her like that.
"It looks like I'm not the only one who can be a tease," she told him with a smirk when she pulled away from him.
Instead of responding to her, he just crashed his lips back against hers, wanting nothing more than to wrap her inside of his embrace for as long as he possibly could. He rested one of his hands on the back of her head, his fingers getting lost in her endless strands, as he tilted his head to one side, slightly, deepening their kiss, while his other hand slowly traveled down the side of her body until he reached her waist, and squeezed, softly, effectively pulling her closer to him.
She smiled against his lips, as she curled her fingers into his dark locks, tightly, loving the way he groaned, softly from the sensation before she nibbled on his lower lip, coaxing him to open up to her, and relished in the feeling that rushed throughout her when their tongues met, swirling and twirling around each other, perfectly.
They pulled away from each other, simultaneously, and rested their foreheads together, softly, as they attempted catching their breath from that mind-blowing kiss.
Once he felt like he could breath properly again, he pulled away from her, slightly, and stared directly into her eyes, loving the fact that he could see what he felt inside shining right back at him. "Is it just me or is that getting more and more intense every single time?"
She chuckled, softly at that. "Guess that's what happens when two people feel the same way about each other."
"I never want that feeling to go away." He rested one of his hands on the side of her face, as he stared deeply into those hazel orbs of hers. "I'm going to do whatever it takes to keep you in my life."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
Her smile dropped, slightly. "We're in for quite the battle. My father, Chloe, Lana—"
"And we'll get what we both want," he interrupted her before bumping his shoulder against hers, playfully. "But in the meantime, we should just finish this ridiculous movie you turned on. I mean, we have to fall asleep at some point or else we might sleep through all the excitement tomorrow."
Lois rolled her eyes at that. "If only it was that easy, Smallville. If only."
Clark chuckled, softly before he leaned back on the couch, rising his arm, slightly, so she could lean back against him, and wrapped both of his arms around her smaller body when she rested her back against his chest, both of them enjoying this moment more than anything.
So many different things were happening around them, but they felt content just wrapped up in each other's embraces, and deep down inside they knew that it would always be like this between them.
They would always feel this way, even when the world was crashing down around them.
It's been over one month since I posted an update for this story or my other one, Always & Forever, but life has been a little crazy the past few weeks, but I'm hoping things will start to go back to normal, so I can start posting more regularly.
This chapter was basically just a family fluff piece before getting into everything that's going to happen in the next few chapters, but I can say that Clark and Lois definitely have a few more obstacles to face.
Hope you enjoyed chapter eleven
