From This Moment

By Allison K. Forbes <>

Rated PG

Submitted February 2000

Summary: A WAFFy rewrite of Lois and Clark's wedding day — and night — with a litte help from Shania Twain. :)

The end of STGTTWNK was arguably one of the best of the series. And as you FoLCs know, I am a song person. If there had been a song in the ep, this would have been it!

There's no A-plot, or even a B-plot for that matter-no villains, no Kryptonite, no clones, yada, yada, yada. Characters belong to ABC, WB, TNT, you get the idea. But the idea for this story is mine, mine, MINE!! Feedback welcome at <>.


October 6, 1996

"…Lois, I have loved you from the moment I saw you. I love your humor, your passion, the way you just dive into things, even when you shouldn't. You demand that the world be a better place, and because of you, it is…today I give you my love, my heart, and my soul, forever…"

"…Clark, you're my best friend. Before I met you, I never had a best friend. Falling in love with you has been so easy, I don't know why I fought it for so long. You have such gentle grace, and such quiet strength…today I give you my love, my honor, and our lives together…"

Lois and Clark were now husband and wife. The look of happiness on their faces was enough to light up the room. He was married to the woman he had loved from the moment he saw her, and she was married to the man who gave her back her faith in love. They were sitting at their specially decorated table, gazing at each other. The lead singer of the band Lois's mother had hired stood up, whispered instructions to the bandleader and stepped up to the mike. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please!"

The room quieted down, and the spotlight shone on her. "Would the bride and groom please take to the dance floor so they may share their first dance as husband and wife." Clark stood and gently took Lois' hand. He led her to the dance floor and took her in his arms, holding her lovingly against his body. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and laid her head on his chest, sighing with utter happiness. They began to move together as the lights dimmed and the music began.

(Strumming of guitar…) "Hhhmmmm…"

Clark rested his chin on his wife's head, inhaling the fragrant smell of her hair.

*"From this moment, life has begun,

From this moment, you are the one.

Right beside you is where I belong,

From this moment, on…"*

Lois smiled at the sound of Clark's heart beating next to her ear.

*"From this moment, I have been blessed,

I live only, for your happiness.

And for your love, I would give my last breath,

From this moment, on…"*

Lois lifted her head and looked into her husband's eyes, the dark chocolate depths shining with love for her.

*"I give my hand to you with all my heart,

I can't wait to live my life with you; I can't wait to start.

You and I will never be apart…

My dreams, came true, because, of you!"*

Clark gazed into Lois's eyes, letting himself drown in the pools of light. He couldn't believe she was his wife! In his mind's eye, he could see the day they met, the first moment he had laid eyes on her, and he smiled, tightening his arms around this woman, silently vowing to do what the lyrics of the song promised.

*"From this moment, as long as I live,

I will love you, I promise you this.

There is nothing, I wouldn't give,

From this moment, on…ohhhh, oh…"*

(Violin solo with guitar overtones…)

Lois gazed into his eyes, and was taken aback by the intensity of the love she saw there.

"You're the reason I believe in love!

Clark tried to swallow over the lump forming in his throat, and thanked God for his precious gift.

"And you're the answer to my prayers from up above.

She laid her head back on his chest, the rapid beat of his heart matching hers, and felt his arms tighten around her again, one hand falling to the small of her back.

*"All we need is just the two of us,

My dreams, came true, because of you…"

"From…this…moment…as long as I live,

I will love you! I promise you this.

There is nothing, I wouldn't give, from this moment,

I will love you, as long as I live,

From this moment, on…


The song ended and the lights came back on, but Lois and Clark hardly noticed. They were still locked together, bodies swaying slightly. She lifted her face and smiled tearfully at him. She was still trying to get used to the fact that she was now Lois Lane-Kent. She closed her eyes briefly to still her tears, and thanked God for sending this man, this super man into her life. She opened her eyes just as Clark bent his head to hers, then closed them again as his lips covered hers. She melted into his arms, parting her lips beneath his, responding to his passion. He deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over hers. The world fell away, and they were the only two people who existed. Neither of them heard the loud applause coming from their guests; they only heard the sound of each other's hearts beating in unison. They were finally pulled apart by the sound of a loud voice shouting across the room.

"Alright, you two, save it for the honeymoon!" The deep Southern drawl brought them back to reality, and they turned to see Perry White holding a shiny silver cake knife, and smiling. "It's time for y'all to cut the cake, and we're all getting' hungry, so let's go!"

As the guests gathered around the refreshment table, Jimmy stepped up, camera in hand. "Oh, man! I can't wait to see Lois stuff a piece of cake into CK's mouth!"

"Oh, come on Jimmy. Don't be ridiculous." Perry waved him off, then smiled conspiratorially, "The real fun will be watching Clark feed Lois."

"It's a good thing I brought my camcorder!"

"Mom!" Clark whined.

Everyone chuckled at Martha Kent's boldness, but no one was surprised. They all watched Lois and Clark's joined hands as they sliced into the delicate frosting.

"Uugghhh! What a thing to do to a perfectly beautiful wedding cake!"

"Now, Ellen," Sam Lane gently admonished his ex-wife, "you know that's what wedding cakes are made for. Their beautiful for everyone to see and so you can take pictures of 'em, then the bride and groom slice and serve 'em."

"Well, it just seems to me that if your going to spend a fortune…"

She was silenced by her ex-husband's reproach. "Ellen, hush. This is the kids' wedding day. Now let's have some cake and enjoy it!"

Everyone watched as Lois fed Clark a sizable chunk of cake, and laughed when she gently smeared his lips with frosting. The laughter turned to "oohhs" and "ahhs", and applause when Lois calmly reached up and kissed the frosting off. Clark was silently relieved that everyone thought it was just silliness that made Lois do that, that they didn't know how erotic he thought the whole thing was. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears, through his veins and centering in one particular area. He had to mentally adjust himself now that it was his turn to feed her. He just hoped he could do it without letting everyone in the room know what was going through his mind. He remembered their first date, him feeding her chocolate mousse. He'd almost lost it then. Jimmy's voice brought him back.

"OK, CK! You're turn. Stuff it in her mouth!" He aimed his camera and hit the zoom.

"Jimmy…" Lois chided, but smiled at her young friend.

Clark carefully cut a small piece and held it up to Lois's mouth. She clasped her hands behind her back, leaned towards him, closed her eyes and waited. Clark looked at his bride, her eyes closed, mouth open in anticipation, and had to take a deep breath to calm himself. 'Put a little piece of cake in her mouth. Easy enough.' He thought to himself. 'Oooh, what I'd rather do is clear the refreshment table, lay her down on it, pin her down, and-'

"Well, what in the Sam Hill'r you waitin' for son? Come on! Do it!" Perry cheered.

Clark took another deep breath, and gently popped the cake into Lois's mouth. Cameras flashed, everyone hollered; he even heard Jimmy pumping his fist, Arsenio Hall style, going "woof, woof, woof!" But all Clark could see was his beautiful bride, her eyes closed, and a small, dreamy smile spreading across her face, and heard her appreciative "hmmm…" It was the chocolate mousse all over again. Only this time, he didn't have to stay on his side of the table. He gently grasped her upper arms and pulled her to him as he bent his head to hers for a heady kiss. Her arms came from around her back to wrap around his neck. After what seemed an eternity, he pulled his lips from hers and whispered in her ear. "You remembered."

"The mousse? Of course. I saw what it did to you that night and made a mental note for future use."

He closed his eyes and kissed her just in front of her ear. "I love you, Lois."

"Hhmmm, I love you, Clark."

That evening-

"OK, I've accepted the fact that you're not telling me where we're going.." Lois pouted.

"That's right."

"Well, can you at least tell me what I need to pack? I want to dress appropriately. I mean, if we're going somewhere up north, I need to take something warm, and if we're going somewhere tropical, I don't want to pack a parka, and.."

"Honey, trust me," Clark wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him, "you'll have everything you need. And as for clothes, well," he smiled, that boyish grin that always made her insides melt, "somethin' tells me we're not gonna need very much." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, and she playfully slapped his chest.

"Just tell me what to bring," she demanded.

"Just bring you." He bent to kiss her lightly. "And just wear a smile," he whispered against her lips, making her blush, and her heart race. He could hear her heartbeat speeding up and released her. "I'd better finish packing myself or we're not gonna make it out of the apartment."

"Aw, would that be so bad, Clarkie?" Lois asked, pitching her voice higher. He looked at her longingly, muttered something under his breath, then made a beeline for the door.

Later that evening-

"Well, Mrs. Kent, are you ready to go?" Clark asked. He was in the Suit, and had their minimal luggage waiting by the door. She draped her arms over his shoulders and purred, "I've been ready to go for a long time, flyboy."

"Well, then, allow me! But first, close your eyes."

"Oh, Mr. Kent, you are so romantic!" She closed her eyes, then lifted her hands to her face. "Hey! What…"

"I'm not gonna have you cheating. You're not gonna know where you are till we get there! End of story." He kissed her, then bent to lift Lois into his arms, walked to the balcony, and lifted into the air.

"But Clark!" she protested, "A blindfold??"

The trip went by in a blur, not that she would have noticed. Try as she might, and she did, she could not get the blindfold off. 'How did he do this?' she thought as she tugged and pulled and yanked. She could hear her amused husband's hushed laughter as she tried again and again to remove the offending cloth. "Give it up Lois. That thing's secure. It ain't comin' off till I take it off."

"I will never forgive you for this, Clark Kent. Never!"

"Ah, sure you will, honey. Just as soon as you see where we're going. We're almost there."

"Well, I don't feel cold, so we're not up north, and it's not hot, so we're not tropical." She paused. "Come on, Clark! The suspense is killing me!"

"I know," he sighed smugly. "OK, one tiny little hint."


"We're still in the Northern Hemisphere."

"Aarrggghhh!" She removed her arms from his neck and folded them tightly over her breasts and stared straight ahead. "Now I really won't forgive you."

"Oh, here we are! I promise you you're gonna love this! And you will forgive me, Lois. Hopefully tonight, many times over." He kissed her neck, a brush of his lips against the spot beneath her ear. Her body language remained rigid, but he knew his kiss had an impact; he could hear her pulse accelerate. "Superman Express now landing." She felt him descend, then lightly hit the ground.

"OK, now will you take this thing off?"

He kissed her again. "Not a chance, my love." He took her arm and led her about a hundred feet. She could hear the sounds of a small community; people, children, cars. But she couldn't discern any particular word or accent. Blindfolded, she really had no idea where she was. "This is the hotel, honey. Watch your step." He led her up a small staircase into a lobby. It wasn't empty, but it wasn't terribly busy. She walked about twenty more feet, then felt his tug on her arm. He began to speak to the clerk at the desk. "Good evening. Reservations for two. The name is Kent."

The clerk regarded Clark for a moment, then looked at the blindfolded young woman next to him. "Ah, is this the beautiful new bride, Mr. Kent?" Clark smiled at the clerk. "Yes, this is the beautiful Mrs. Kent." The clerk handed a key to Clark and nodded his head. "Hear is your key, sir. Enjoy your stay. And on behalf of the hotel staff, congratulations!"

"Thank you," Clark replied. "Come on, Lois. This way."

Lois found herself once again being guided, first across the lobby, then up an elevator about six floors, then down a long hallway, and finally to a door. She heard the key in the lock, and the door open. "This had better be good, Kent, 'cause my patience is wearing very thin." Lois growled.

Clark sighed. "My patience is wearing thin, too, honey," she heard a note of humor in his voice, "and I promise you, it will be very good. Just walk this way." He led her to a pair of French doors, which he opened, and she stepped out onto a balcony, over to a railing.

"OK, stand right here."

"OK, I'm standing 'right here'. Now take this thing off."

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Lois? I mean, are you really sure? 'Cause if you're not…" he teased.

"Clark Kent, take this blindfold off now, or I will throw you off this balcony!"

"Now, Lois, you know falling off a balcony won't hurt me."

"It will if there's a big 'ol chunk a kryptonite at the bottom!" She shot back.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. "Ooh, well since you put it that way.."

"I do. Now," suddenly she sounded desperate, "please, Clark!"

He chuckled. "OK, here." He took her hands in his and reached up to let her remove the blindfold. "Look."

She blinked a couple of times, then took in the sight before her. "It's a beach, I can tell that. But there's something so familiar about it. Have we ever been here?" She turned to look at him, and saw the smile on his face. "What?"

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, and kissed her neck. "No, we've never been here, but you told me once you were saving to come here."

"I was saving to come here?"

"Hhm-mmm, but then you said a date with me would be a real adventure."

"I said a date with y…," she stopped mid-sentence and just stared at him.

He couldn't seem to stop smiling.

"Three years ago, the bachelor auction, and Cat and I tried to outbid each other for you, and we both lost…" Her voice cracked when she realized where she was.

"But you didn't lose me, Lois. I was yours that night, and every day since. You just didn't know it."

"Oh God, Clark, are we actually in, is this really…" "Tahiti."

"Oh, Clark! I love you! I love you!" She began to kiss him passionately. After a moment she pulled away to look him in the eyes.

He shrugged. "I figured you could have your date with me, and your adventure."

She smiled tenderly, her eyes glistening with tears. "Being with you is always an adventure." She kissed him again, and felt his hands start to wander her body. His body was leaning into hers against the railing, and she could feel his desire growing. She pulled away just far enough to murmur, "I think we've both waited long enough, Clark."

His arms tightened around her. "I think you're absolutely right, Lois." He swept her up into his arms and carried her back inside and set her down next to the bed. He gazed into the brown depths of her eyes, and touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Y'know, the lyrics of the song they played at the wedding were so perfect. The words just echoed what I feel for you. I have been blessed, and I do feel my life has just begun. And I would give my last breath for your happiness. But there was one little thing that didn't quite match."

"What was that?"

"Well, I didn't start to love you the day I proposed." She frowned slightly, and he smiled. "The moment I began to love you, was the moment I first saw you, that day in Perry's office."

"Clark.." she choked.

"I loved you, Lois, from the moment I saw you, to the moment I said 'I do', and I will love you, from this moment on."


Finis (I'll let you figure out what came next!)

"From this Moment" is from the album Come On Over by Shania Twain. (It's not, however, the version with Brian White).