Wonderful Tonight

By Beth Freeman (Beth012400@aol.com)

Summary: "Just a little piece of fluff," the author says, written because "many people have been saying they want to see Lois and Clark dance, and this is me agreeing with them."

This is a tiny little piece of fluff that I just had to write. So many people have been saying they want to see Lois and Clark dance, and this is me agreeing with them. <g> If you are looking for an A-plot, or a plot of any kind, really, move along, cause you won't find one here. This is just a big WAFF. :-)

I don't own these characters, and I didn't ask permission to use them, but I promise they won't be permanently damaged by anything written here. I also don't own the song Wonderful Tonight. It belongs to the incredible Eric Clapton. It can be found on the Slowhand album, or where I found it, on my dad's Cream of Clapton album. I love comments, so please send me some!

This is for Linsey, who introduced me to this song. I love ya, dear.


Clark crossed the living room to turn off the lamp, then glanced at his watch again. "Lois, hurry up or we'll be late!" he called upstairs, where his wife was trying on yet another dress.

"I'm coming, Clark, just one more…" came the muffled reply. He glanced up through the ceiling above him to see her standing there in her slip and hose, head practically buried in her closet and dresses strewn around the room, having landed wherever she had flung them when they were rejected for the night's event. Suddenly, another one hurtled from the closet to land haphazardly on the dresser. He sighed and sat down on the couch to wait, wishing for not the first time that night that they did not have to go to this benefit function tonight.

It had been a grueling week. It seemed that every corrupt politician in the city had decided to pick that particular week to slip up, leaving themselves wide open for the reporting team of Lane and Kent to swoop in and bag them. And swoop they had. The two had been going nonstop since Monday morning, and despite the fact that they had been working together constantly, both felt as if they hadn't really seen each other all week. The last thing Clark Kent wanted to do tonight was spend an evening in a tuxedo, schmoozing with the big- wigs of the Daily Planet.

Clark was startled out of his daydream by Lois' footsteps coming down the stairs. He looked up. He'd known Lois for years, been married to her nearly six months, but she never ceased to take his breath away. She ran down the stairs, heels in hand, and upon reaching the bottom, hopped over to him while slipping the shoes on her feet. Noticing him staring, she self-consciously glanced down at herself. "What, you don't think this dress is okay?" she asked nervously, her gaze already drifting upstairs where Clark was sure there was another dress she already had in mind to put on.

He grabbed her hand before she had time to bolt back up to their bedroom and slowly spun her around, taking in the sight of her in the long flowing burgundy gown. Thin straps held the dress on her shoulders, and the material hugged her curves softly. For a second, Clark had a difficult time catching his breath. Finally, he turned her to him and gazed into her eyes. "You look so beautiful," he simply said, his eyes speaking volumes more to her.

Her eyes filled with tears that threatened to overflow as she gazed into her husband's eyes, watching how they sparkled as they took in the sight of her. Leaning into his embrace, she sighed and whispered, "I wish we didn't have to go tonight. All I want to do is just stay here in your arms."

He pulled back a little to look at her, then smiled a little and released her from his embrace. Walking over to the stereo, he slipped a CD in, then returned to his wife. Taking her in his arms again, he whispered in her ear, "Dance with me."

She smiled as she heard the opening strains of the song, and melted into his arms. They slowly swayed to the music, her head resting so perfectly on his shoulder as if they were formed from the same mold, made specifically to fit together. She pulled back slightly, smiling up at him. She reached up and smoothed back a stray lock of hair off his forehead, then gently removed his glasses. He leaned down and kissed her, then slowly lifted her into his arms. The music followed them as Clark climbed the stairs with Lois cradled in his arms…

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear. She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair. And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?" And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go a party and everyone turns to see This beautiful lady that's walking around with me. And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?" And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight."

I feel wonderful because I see The love light in your eyes. And the wonder of it all Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head, So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed. And then I tell her, as I turn out the light, I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight. Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."