By AnimalNut66 <AnimalNut66@prodigy.net>
Submitted November 1998
Summary: Lois and Clark have waited … and waited … for their honeymoon night. Finally, tonight's the night.
After having read what seems like hundreds of great fanfics, I have finally attempted one on my own. Gee, I really miss Lois & Clark - the re-runs are OK, but I taped them all so who needs TNT? Just kidding! Anyway, here's to my favorite TV couple. I thought we should have had more detail on the honeymoon night.
Clark put on the suit and fastened his cape. He could hear Lois moving around in the bedroom as she packed. His anxiety level was building. The wedding was over, Lois was now his wife, and they were finally going to "experience" each other in a way that each had only imagined up to now.
While old fashioned, the decision to wait to make love had seemed appropriate for their relationship. Lois needed to feel she could trust Clark completely, and Clark had to feel that Lois could accept him for himself, not his super powers. The intimacy in their relationship needed a very strong foundation and they found it in each other's words, actions and feelings. The physical confirmation of their devotion to each other was the treasure, the reward for their wait.
It hadn't been easy. Clark recalled the crush he'd had on Lois from the time he first laid eyes on her. He'd never found another woman in his entire 30 years that could so completely enchant him. And an enchantment it was. What other reason could have compelled him to put up with the hoops he had to jump through just to get her attention in the beginning, and then to prove his love to her in the end. The road had been paved with obstacles. Lex Luthor, the nemesis who never quite stayed dead (or in jail for that matter), Intergang, high school enemies intent on inflicting revenge for the acts of teenagers, self-appointed deities who built arcs, the list could go on for hours. Every time it seemed they had worked through a major obstacle in their relationship, WHAM, a computer geek would lock them in an endless virtual reality game, or H.G. Wells would show up and take them back to the past to right some wrong that could affect their lives in the present and in the future.
"I suppose it's all been for a reason …"
"What did you say honey?"
"I said, there must have been a reason for all the pain and suffering we've been through just to get to this night."
"I don't want to think about anything negative anymore. I'm ready to settle down to a normal life with you as my husband. Well, as normal as life as a superhero's wife can be."
Lois had been leaning in the doorway to the bathroom watching Clark put on his Superman suit. God, she loved the way the spandex formed to his muscled body. She never tired of watching him move. He was like a work of art, or a finely conditioned thoroughbred stallion, and he was hers. (A fact that still made her head spin)
He reached out and pulled her into his embrace. He held her face in both hands and marveled at the sheer energy and beauty he found in her expression. Her hand slid around his waist and rested in the curve of his back and she leaned her body into his. He could smell her breath, hear her heart beat and feel the warmth of her body as it pressed into him. She tilted her head and they kissed the slow, tender kiss of two people completely in love. She reached up and took his hand and began leading him to the bed.
"What about Hawaii?"
"It can wait. I, we have been waiting a long time, and looking at you in that suit is about to drive me crazy."
"Lois, I … I"
She reached up and caressed his strong face. "I know this is a new experience for you, Clark, but trust me, you don't need to think, just feel …"
Feeling wasn't the problem. His feelings were becoming overwhelming, even for his considerable self-control. What concerned him was his strength. It had never been "tested" in the arena of love. He had never before slept with a woman, but he knew how the process worked and had all the desires and drives of a human 30 year old man, coupled with the strength of Superman. He was afraid to hurt her.
Lois was confused. She knew he held the act of love making sacred, and had long wanted their wait to end, yet he was holding back. She recalled a close call they'd had one night. She had come home from the Planet in a foul mood. A source had turned out to be unreliable and just before her story was to go to press, she found out she'd had to re-write the entire by-line. Clark had been tied up on another assignment all day, and had been having an equally hard time of putting his story to bed. On top of all this, bills from the wedding she never got to participate in (thanks to Lex) kept showing up at work. Sore reminders of her weeks of amnesia and disorientation, and how close she'd come to losing Clark all together. Then the Jeep had had a flat tire on the way home and she promised herself she would never call for Superman unless it was an emergency. All in all, it had been a really bad day. She beat Clark home, took a hot shower and crawled into the most comfortable clothes she had at Clark's and waited for him to come home. When he did come through the door, a furrow covered his brow and his eyes seemed dark and lifeless. It seems that while Clark was finally finishing his story, a cry for help to save a floundering sailboat had caught his superhearing. He was able to save 2 of the 3 passengers, but the third died of head injuries sustained when the boom knocked him off the boat. The young man was 29 years old, and had a wife and a new baby waiting for him a home. While out on a pleasure cruise, a squall had hit hard and fast, rendering the small sailing craft helpless in the churning seas. Even though the man had most likely died before Superman arrived, Clark still took it very hard when he couldn't save everyone.
Lois had gone to him then, and folded his troubled body into her arms. The frustration of the day and the relief of being home left both of them sobbing softly to each other. She marveled at how a man of such extreme strength and self-control could be so sensitive and vulnerable. She'd led him to the bedroom and begun undressing him as a mother tends a weary child. But the strain of the day had been too much. His tears had touched a part of her that compelled her to kiss every part of his body she exposed. First his neck then his chest … she could feel his excitement growing, and knew that their resolve to wait was being chipped away with each kiss. They had gotten as far as half undressing each other when Clark had reined in his formidable self-control. "Lois, God knows how badly I want you, want this to continue, but we've waited this long, and we can't give into it now."
"I know, but two more weeks may kill me!"
He had led them back to the living room, seated her on the couch and gone into the kitchen to get them something to eat for dinner. They had cuddled later, watching television, and had gone to bed without discussing the close call they'd had.
But now, close calls were not an issue …
"Lois, I don't want to hurt you and I don't know how long I can control myself — I don't know what my body will do …"
"It's a little late to worry about that now sailor," Lois said in a sultry voice.
Then, suddenly, Clark got that "look" on his faceŠ
"You can just forget it Superman Š your time card has been punched for the evening."
"Gottcha!" Clark laughed, an impish grin crossing his handsome face.
"Kent, I will make you pay for that one Š"
"Yeah. You have met your match Big Boy, and don't your forget who wears the tights in this family now!"
Clark, still with a devil-may-care look on his face scooped Lois up and tossed her onto the bed.
"Oh honey, the Tarzan thing is so romantic!"
With the mood lightened a bit, Lois and Clark settled into an evening of getting to know each other as husband and wife. They continued their love making long into the night. Exploring and experiencing each other again and again. In the morning, as Clark lay with Lois nestled in his arms, he felt relaxed and content in a way he'd never experienced before. "This is what life is about," he thought to himself.