Thanksgiving Hunger

By Abigail Jolie (

Summary: Lois and Clark spend Thanksgiving in Smallville.

Author's Note: The other two pieces of fanfic I've done (A Reminder and Letting Go) were more serious than this one. But hey, I got sick of being serious. So here's my first fluffy piece. I had fun writing it (Thanks to ASH for the title).

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"Lois, my mom just called, she and dad want us to spend Thanksgiving with them. Is that all right with you?" asked Clark as he walked from his desk in the center of the Daily Planet newsroom,to Lois's.

"Please Clark," said Lois, "we spend Thanksgiving with either your family or my family. And I'd gladly take yours over mine any day."

"Okay," laughed Clark, "I'll let mom know we'll be there."



"Clark?" Lois called out as she entered their house. "I'm home."

"Welcome home Hon," Clark called out from somewhere in the house. "I'm in the kitchen!"

Lois set down her purse and hung her coat up. "Yummy, something smells good!" she said as she entered the kitchen.

Clark was at the stove stirring a pot of what appeared to be chocolate. There was something about watching Clark in snug jeans and a black t-shirt cooking chocolate that really turned Lois on.

"So," said Clark pulling Lois out of fantasy land. "How'd your meeting with that source go?".

"Don't even get me started, Clark." said Lois as she put her hand on his back and leaned over his arm to get a better look at the chocolate. "What are you making?".

"Chocolate Covered Pretzels. They're a Kent family favorite for eating during the football games." He said and gave her a finished one.

"Yum!" said Lois and she kissed his cheek. He turned his head and captured her lips in his own.

When they finished kissing, Lois slid her arms around Clark's waist. "Can I have some more?" she asked.

"Lois, I made these for tomorrow." he said in his best fatherly tone.

"That's not what I meant." said Lois and she slid her hands under his shirt.



"We're here!" called Lois and Clark stepping into to the Kent's farmhouse.

"Lois! Clark!" said Martha as she came out from the kitchen. She hugged them both and went to the back door. "Jonathan, they're here!" she yelled.

"Welcome!" said Jonathan as he entered the house. "Clark, my boy, did you bring the pretzels?" he asked after hugging them both.

"Yep, I brought them, dad." said Clark as he handed his father the bag.



The guys were watching a pre-game show while Martha and Lois cooked. Lois wiped her eyes with the back of her hand "That was hilarious, Martha, I can't believe all the funny things Clark did as a child."

Martha looked at Lois and raised her eyebrows.

"Okay, yes I can." said Lois and they burst out laughing again. Lois suddenly turned serious." Martha can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, Honey, ask away." said Martha.

"Well, Clark and I are getting closer to wanting children and well…

"Are you two acutely *trying* yet?" she asked.

"No," said Lois "Not that there aren't *plenty* of opportunities for it to happen."

Martha smiled. "I'm sorry Lois, I interrupted. What were you saying before?"

"Well…Martha I'm…I'm just worried that…Well, I didn't exactly have the greatest parents, and I'm just not sure I'll be a good mother. You know?".

"Oh, Lois!" said Martha, "Don't be silly! You'll make a wonderful mom. Trust me."

"You really think so?" asked Lois.

"Yes!" said Martha sternly.

"So do I," said Clark as he came into the kitchen.

Lois put her hands on her hips. "Clark Kent! Were you listening to our conversation?".

"Maybe." said Clark and grinned mischievously.

"Really, Mister! I ought to…" said Lois.

"See Lois," said Clark "You're a born mom."

Lois whacked him with the dish towel she was holding.



"Umm, this is *great*," said Clark.

"Name one food you don't think is great." said Martha.

They all laughed.

"Seriously though," said Clark and he looked at his mom and Lois, "You two did a great job."

"Yeah, no thanks to you two." said Martha.

"Hey," said Jonathan throwing up his hands, "When the Great Football Lords call, who are we to resist them.".

They laughed again.

"Well, at least I got to carve the turkey," said Martha.

"We had to be fair," said Clark.

"Or you would have gone dinnerless," said Lois.



"That was fun." said Lois as she unlocked the front door.

"Yeah," said Clark, "but there's something I really wanted to do that I didn't get to."

"What's that?" asked Lois hanging up her coat and heading for the kitchen to put away the leftovers Martha had insisted they take.

"This," said Clark and grabbed her wrist pulling her to him with such force she dropped the cooler. He kissed her passionately for a minute than he scooped her up carrying her to their bedroom "I guess you could say I suffer from a *different* kind of Thanksgiving hunger."


(for now…)