35Hello! I'm back with another story. I'm not sure how many people are reading Smallville stories anymore, but I've found inspiration. Hope it's well accepted.
This could take place after "Persuasion" but before "Conspiracy." AU, of course.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own.
She was nervous. Insanely nervous. Like palms sweating, heart pounding, barely breathing nervous. Why was she so nervous? It was just Smallville. Her best friend. Her incredibly handsome, kindhearted, intelligent best friend, whom had invited her to the farm for a movie night. They have had movie nights before, many times. It was always fun and relaxing, leaving all her worries at the door and curling up in the comfort of his company. She knew exactly how it would go down.
Except she didn't. Not anymore.
No, because this time, it was not a movie night between two good friends. This time, it was movie night between two people whom had declared feelings for each other, whom had decided to give dating a try. They'd been going strong for some time now, only because they'd agreed to take it slowly. It had been a pretty easy feat so far, but that might have something to do with the fact that they'd been able to avoid being alone together as often as they could. Well, tonight that was going to change.
Lois looked herself over in the mirror. She was wearing dark jeans and a fitted purple tee shirt. She tilted her head to the side as she scrutinized her look. The tee was a bit low cut. Was that too much? Should she go a little more conservative? What about her jeans? Too casual? Should her hair be down or was her ponytail okay?
She groaned. Why was this so hard? It was just a movie night! Decision made, she turned away from the mirror, grabbed her shoes, then headed out of the Talon.
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Clark stirred the pasta for the hundredth time in five minutes, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Lois was going to arrive any minute and the closer it got to the time the more anxious he became. Movie night was a normal occurrence for them, but tonight was more of a date than just hanging out and he couldn't expel the nerves. It was just Lois. But she was no longer the loud, bossy, annoying thorn in his side. She was now the incredible, sassy, beautiful woman he couldn't live without. Now that he'd gotten a glimpse of how spectacular they could be together, he would do everything in his power to make it work.
"Knock, knock."
Clark whipped around and caught sight of Lois coming through the kitchen door. His heart skipped a beat. She was so beautiful.
"I took the liberty of bringing some dessert from the Talon 'cause I knew you wouldn't have anything good."
"Well, how can I, Lois, when you come over and eat everything in the house?"
She grinned and pushed past him to set the pastry box on the kitchen table. As soon as she turned to face him his lips descended upon hers. The surprise lasted all of two seconds before she melted into him. He cupped the back of her head with a large palm before sliding up to grasp her ponytail.
"I love when you wear your hair up like this," he whispered across her lips.
"Yeah?" she breathed.
"Yeah." His voice was a low rumble that made her stomach clench.
Her hands slid along his back, feeling the strength of his muscles. She wanted to feel a lot more but that was dangerous territory and it didn't help matters that Clark was looking at her like he wanted to devour her on the spot.
Clearing her throat, Lois took a step back. "So what movie are we watching tonight?"
Clark blinked, coming out of the haze himself. "Oh, I grabbed a couple of DVDs, they're on the coffee table. Take a look and I'll get dinner finished."
Lois nodded and quickly escaped into the living room. Clark let out a deep breath and his lips curled up into wide smile. That woman was something else! He chuckled to himself as he plated some pasta for the two of them.
"You did well, Smallville! Looks like we're getting some action tonight!"
Clark nearly dropped the two plates. "W-what?"
Lois was busy analyzing the DVDs in her hands. "We'll start with Speed, then we'll watch The Fifth Element. It's not Die Hard, but I'm impressed."
Oh, that kind of action. He sighed and moved to the dining room. He never knew taking things slow could be so torturous, and they'd only been dating for less than two months. He'd been denying his feelings for Lois for so long that once they finally admitted how they felt to each other, he thought it'd be a relief to make the transition into something more. It turns out, however, the transition was causing new problems for him. All Clark wanted to do was touch her and that made going slow incredibly difficult. He couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted someone so much. Maybe he never had before. Nothing compared to the way he felt about Lois.
"Dinner smells delicious. What did you make?"
Clark had just set the plates down on the dining table when Lois came to stand by him. "Garlic parmesan pasta," he replied with a soft smile.
She ran a hand down his arm and twirled her fingers around his. "It looks amazing." She stretched up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Before she could move away, Clark wrapped his arm around her waist and captured her lips in a deep kiss. Lois clenched his shirt in her fists, sighing against his mouth. Kissing him was heaven. His arms tightened around her, lifting her against him. She let out an involuntary moan, which broke the spell Clark fell under.
Pulling away from her, he brought a hand up to smudge a thumb over her lips. "Sorry. Couldn't help myself."
She poked her tongue out to lick her lips, but his thumb was in the way. She absentmindedly pulled the digit into her mouth.
Clark let out a growl. "Lois."
She hummed softly in response.
"You can't do this to me."
She blinked up at him, realizing the situation. Releasing his thumb, Lois chuckled nervously. "Well, you shouldn't have put it there."
He grinned. "My mistake. What should I have put there then?"
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened but nothing came out.
Clark let out a laugh. "I meant my lips, Lois." He let her go and pulled out the chairs for them to sit. "What were you thinking?"
Lois made a face. "You're a funny man, Smallville."
The two sat down and enjoyed dinner together. It was intimate and relaxing, just getting to spend these quiet moments with one another. After they were finished eating, Lois took two slices of the chocolate cake she brought over into the living room while Clark put the movie in. Sitting side by side on the couch, they ate their dessert. Lois was completely engrossed in the television set while Clark's eyes kept drifting to her. He couldn't help himself. The way she was sliding the fork between her lips, her tongue coming out to lick the crumbs away, how could he not stare?
"I'm going to get another slice."
Clark snapped out of the trance when Lois got up to go into the kitchen. He really needed to get a grip. He took a huge bite out of his own piece of cake before putting the rest on the coffee table. His eyes moved to the TV. Just focus on anything else, he thought to himself.
Lois came back into the living room, but before she could sit down, her foot slipped on the edge of the rug, sending her careening to the floor. Clark was quick to catch her and they both fell onto the floor by the couch. Her dessert plate went flying but neither noticed. Lois collapsed onto Clark and laughter bubbled up between them.
"Very graceful, Lois."
"Shut up." She smacked his chest. "I was distracted."
"By what?"
She bit her lip. "You."
Clark blinked up at her. The light of the TV was playing across her face and he was mesmerized. His hand came up to cup her cheek, pulling her down to meet his lips. It didn't take much coaxing to deepen the kiss. His other hand settled against the small of her back. He could spend all night like this, especially when Lois's hands came up to slide through his hair. She deepened the kiss even further, slipping her tongue past his lips to tangle with his. He let out a moan when her knees moved to clamp down around his hips. The hand at her back slid down to the point where his fingers were slipping under the waistband of her jeans.
"Lois," he groaned, his lips moving down her neck.
She moaned and her hips involuntarily rocked against his as he sucked greedily at her collarbone. She could feel the bulge of him pressed intimately against her and she rocked again. Clark put more pressure on her back, pushing her down as he bucked up. Lois let out a whimper, her hand clutching his hair tightly. She pulled him away from her neck and caught his lips again in an ardent kiss. Creating a slow rhythm with her hips, she moved against him. Clark grunted as the pressure began to build.
He wrapped his hand around her ponytail and tugged, their lips separating with a pop. His gaze found hers and he could see the blatant desire shining in those hazel orbs. Her lips were plump from his kisses and her breathing was shallow. Nothing was ever more beautiful in his eyes.
Lois stared down at him. He looked so delicious with his hooded eyes and his swollen lips. His body felt so solid under her, so right, it took everything in her not to dive under his clothes. "Mmm, you drive me crazy," she whispered, her fingers trailing across his cheek.
He grinned and pulled her down for a kiss once more. A ringing sound eventually broke through their haze and Lois pulled herself up. Clark followed and now she was sitting in his lap. Distracted by her pouty mouth once again, he cupped her neck and fused his lips to hers. Lois let out a small moan, wrapping her arms around his neck. He guided her head to kiss her deeper, his tongue slipping past her lips to play with hers.
The ringing started again, and Clark broke away from Lois with a heavy sigh. "It's mine." He snagged his phone from the coffee table.
"Important?" Lois asked.
"Uhh, could be. It's Chloe."
"Take it. I'll go clean up that mess over there," she replied, referring to the slice of cake she'd dropped earlier. She stood from his lap.
"Hey, Chloe," he answered, his eyes following Lois as she moved.
"Clark…"
"What's up?"
"Umm, I'm at Watchtower. You're never going to believe who's here."
Let me know if I should continue. Thanks for reading.
