By Sara Diaz <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Rating: PG 13
Submitted January 2000
Summary: Not long before their wedding, Lois and Clark settle in for an evening of "Lethal Weapon" videos and each other. It's cold outside, but getting *hot* in Lois' apartment…
[This is a short little waffy story that I thought up one day. It takes place before the wedding, but after the engagement. I do want to warn you about the lack of the outside world (except for a few details), and that it focuses closely on Lois and Clark. All of your comments are welcome. As usual, all the characters are not my property, blah, blah, blah, and only the story is mine.
Email me with your comments and suggestions!!]
Lois rushed around her apartment, trying to find a suitable shirt to wear. It was five minutes until seven, and Clark was always on time. It was an extremely cold day, and Lois' heater in her apartment had broken down. She just wanted to find a blouse that would show off her attributes nicely, but still keep her warm. It didn't really matter, though; Clark could always *warm* her up.
She was still searching her drawers when she heard a tap on her window. She looked over to see a familiar figure behind the curtains.
"Come in, Cl— uh, Superman," Lois called.
"Lois? Umm, are you… uhh… decent?" Clark said as he stepped into the apartment holding a single long-stemmed red rose. He kept his eyes diverted from her, just in case he had arrived to find her in a state of undress.
"Well, you can come in," Lois said as Clark spun out of the suit and moved towards her, still keeping his eyes to the floor.
"I just need to find a shirt," Lois stated, just as Clark looked up. The greeting that he was about to say caught in his throat, the sight before him leaving him breathless — Lois in a pair of cargo pants and a black lace bra. She was *beautiful*!! He had seen her without a blouse before, but this was different. They weren't engaged then. He could feel the blood rushing to places that could make for a very embarrassing situation.
Clark cleared his throat before he spoke. "Ummm, I'm sorry… I uhh… I didn't know that you weren't ready," Clark muttered as he turned his back.
"Don't worry about it, Clark. Besides, you're going to have to get used to sights like these; there's going to be a lot in the future." Lois smirked and walked up behind him, still without a blouse, and wrapped her arms around his midsection. Clark shuddered at her sudden touch, a touch that always sent a shiver down his spine.
"I know, I know…" Clark said as he slowly turned around and put his arms around her waist. He had thought that this was going to be a peaceful evening, one without any of the sexual tension that was building between them as their wedding day approached. He wanted to keep their agreement to wait until their wedding night to be with each other for the first time, but now, as they stood there in each other's arms, he could tell that it wouldn't be easy. He just stared in amazement before he said anything more. "You are so beautiful, Lois. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Lois could feel the tears begin to build up in her eyes. His words were so simple and ordinary, but the way he said them made her feel better than she could've ever imagined. When Clark told her something, she could feel the love in his words, and she spoke before she could start to cry. "Thank you, Clark. One of the reasons I'm marrying you is because of those types of things that you say to me."
"Well, Superman *never* lies…" Clark paused a moment before speaking again. "What are the other reasons?" he asked questioningly.
"What other reasons?" Lois said, a bit confused.
"The other reasons that you're marrying me," Clark answered, a small smile beginning to creep upon his face.
"Well, let me see… You are kind, loving, generous, sensitive…" 'I'm sure there will be a lot more reasons *after* the honeymoon,' Lois thought. She began to smile, her thoughts taking her into another place…
"Lois?" Clark asked inquiringly. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking. Let's see, where was I? Oh yeah, you're generous, sensitive… you are *gorgeous*, to put it mildly; you make me feel so special inside; and… because I love you."
"I love you, too, Lois." Clark responded. He hugged her tightly, not ever wanting to let go. "Can I ask you one thing about our current situation?" he said at long last, still not letting Lois out of his grasp.
"Mmmm, you can ask me anything. What is it?" Lois said as she snuggled her head up against Clark's chest, secretly thinking to herself that she would rather have her head against his *bare* chest instead of the rough cotton of his shirt.
"Well, I was just thinking… Why did we decide to wait until our wedding night?" Clark said, a little unsure of himself as he asked. He loosened his grip on her so he was able to see her response.
"I was just wondering the same thing myself. It is getting harder and harder to wait. I don't think that I can," Lois whispered as she looked up at him, the fire and passion evident in her gaze.
"It is getting harder and harder to wait. It is *so* hard not to touch you," Clark whispered as he rubbed his hands along her arms stopping them as they came to the straps of her bra. "I want you so much," Clark whispered again as he slid one strap slightly off her shoulder, bending his head down to kiss it.
"I do, too, but Clark, we agreed…" Lois said in protest, but not wanting him to stop. She loved the way that one touch from him could leave a warm sensation going through her body, despite the ever-dropping temperature of her apartment.
"Do you want me to stop?" Clark said, "Do you want me to stop touching you, stop kissing you?" Clark continued placing small kisses over her shoulder, down her neckline, and over her collarbone. "Do you want me to stop making you feel like this?"
"No…" Lois admitted, "I don't want you to stop." With that said, Lois began an exploration of her own, planting kisses on the side of his head and nibbling his ear.
Clark brought his head up to Lois' and stared into her eyes. As they looked into each other's eyes, they came to a silent and unspoken agreement, that they wouldn't pursue what they were about to do, until their wedding night.
At that moment, Clark saw the passion in her eyes and kissed her hard on the mouth, leaving her breathless. Clark let her out of his embrace to see her reaction, and to go get the video that he brought over.
"Lois, are you sure that you don't mind watching this again? I mean, we've seen it about every other day," Clark said over his shoulder as he was putting the tape into the VCR.
Lois was standing there, still dazed from his kiss. She shook herself out of it and answered shakily, "Oh, um… yeah, it's fine. You know I love all the Lethal Weapon movies," Clark glanced around and smiled at her when she added, "And besides, the relationship between Rene Russo and Mel Gibson is fantastic!"
"Clark, is my blouse out there?" Lois called from the bedroom. He'd turned back to the VCR and, lost in thoughts of her, hadn't even noticed that she'd left the room.
"Um… no, it isn't." Clark replied just before he spun into his regular clothes. When he stopped, Lois was back, standing there, gazing at him. She had apparently found her blouse and came out. He caught her gaze and immediately got self-conscious. "What? What is it?" he asked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Lois smiled, "You are just going to have to do that more slowly next time."
Both of them walked over to her couch and sat down to watch the movie. The whole fire sequence had begun and had just written out "Lethal Weapon 3" on a black background when Clark got "the look".
"What? What is it?" Lois asked, concerned.
A smile creeped slowly across Clark's face as he gradually lowered his head to look at Lois. "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see what you would say." Clark's smile grew and he chuckled a bit.
"Oh, you brat!!" Lois said as she playfully hit his chest. Clark just laughed, pulled her towards him and kissed her. Lois was caught off-guard, and when they drew apart, she was breathless.
"Well," Lois sighed, "if we keep that up, I don't think that we'll ever finish watching the movie." She smiled at him and tried not to concentrate on how incredibly handsome he looked. Clark returned her smile with one of his own as he tried not to concentrate on how the blouse that she had picked was tight enough to show off her curves.
A big explosion coming from the television broke the trance that they were in. Riggs and Murtaugh had just blown up the building, but they had saved the cat.
Lois was the first to speak. "I think that we should get back to the movie," she said unsteadily, as she leaned onto his shoulder for comfort.
"Yeah, we um… we don't, uh…" Clark started. He was still recovering from the way she was looking at him moments ago.
"Don't want to miss it?" Lois finished for him.
"Yeah, we don't want to miss it," Clark finally said.
Lois and Clark watched the remainder of the movie without any interruptions from the outside world. Of course, there were plenty of moments when they were about to break the agreement of waiting but, Superman had gotten in the way. Luckily, Clark wasn't gone for more that five minutes at a time, and not more than twenty minutes total. In fact, they didn't see the last twenty minutes or so of the movies because they were too involved with each other. The ending credits were rolling to an end when they finally realized that the movie had ended. Their exploration had almost reached the point of no return, with Clark's shirt completely unbuttoned and Lois' blouse matching his.
"Lois, we have to stop," Clark said in a ragged breath.
"I know," Lois said as she continued the investigation of his neck. Clark didn't want her to stop. He never wanted her to stop. Her feather-light touch sent chills running through him every time.
Lois began to think and she became conscious of what he had just said and she backed off. "You're right, Clark," she said as she looked deeply into his eyes. "We have to wait until it's perfect."
"And it will be perfect. On our wedding night… it will be *perfect*," Clark responded. They drew apart from each other and leaned back a little.
"Here, let me help you with that," Clark said as he began to button up her blouse, his finger gently brushing her abdomen as he did so. The light touches made her shiver. She bit her lip to prevent herself from sighing with pleasure.
Clark buttoned the top one and her raised his gaze to meet her own. The passion between the sparked once again, and they could both see it in each other's eyes. Lois licked her suddenly dry lips, a movement that tempted Clark even more. Clark leaned over and brought her lips to his, kissing her deeply. Lois put her arms around his neck to bring him closer to her; Clark brought his arms around her waist to have more contact with her.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. "Lois? Are you there? It's me, Jimmy!" the voice called from behind the door.
"Damn it!" Lois said under her breath. The couple drew apart slowly, both disappointed about the loss of contact, and annoyed at Jimmy's presence. Clark buttoned up his shirt quickly as Lois got up to let Jimmy in. Lois, out of habit, looked into the peephole before she let Jimmy in.
"Hi, Jimmy." Lois said with a hint of that annoyance in her voice. "What's up?" she asked, not really wanting to know.
"Hey, Lois," Jimmy said as he walked in. "I was wondering if you knew where Clark was?" Clark walked in from the other room. "Oh, did I… uh… did I come at a bad time?" Jimmy asked sheepishly.
"No, no. Not at all, Jimmy," Lois said without a hint of sympathy in her voice.
"Well, actually, I was looking for you, Clark. I swung by your apartment but you weren't there. You see, the building inspector came by and said that we all had to clear out because my landlord had built some extra rooms or something without a permit — so, they closed the whole thing down," Jimmy explained. "They offered to put the tenants up in the motel around the corner, but, uh, I've been there before and that place isn't really clean, so I was wondering if I could crash at your place for a few days until they got everything cleared up."
During Jimmy's speech, Lois had flopped herself down on the sofa and began to rub her head. Clark glanced in her direction and went to sit down beside her. "Lois, are you okay?" Clark asked, forgetting Jimmy for the moment.
"Yeah, I just feel a headache coming on," she replied and kissed him gently. Jimmy was just standing there, trying not to notice. "I'll be fine, Clark. You and Jimmy go on home now," Lois said — but her mind was thinking that she only wanted Jimmy to leave. "It's getting late, anyway; it's almost midnight."
"Okay," Clark said, keeping his gaze fixed upon hers. "I'll see you in the morning then." He kissed her forehead and got up.
"Thanks a lot, Clark," Jimmy said. "I really appreciate it, especially since it's such short notice and all."
As they approached her door, Lois got up to let them out. "I got it, honey," Clark said, not wanting her to get up. "I'll see you in the morning."
Clark and Jimmy got out onto the sidewalk when Clark spoke. "Oh, uh… you know what, Jimmy, I, uh… I left my wallet on Lois' counter, I'll be right back," Clark stammered. He jogged back to her door.
Lois was surprised when she heard another knock. She got up to open it and, before she could ask Clark what was wrong, he had planted the deepest kiss on her that she had ever felt. Clark put his arms around her waist, bringing her closer to him. When he broke off the kiss, Lois just stood there stunned and speechless.
"I wanted to do that before I left, but I didn't feel comfortable in front of Jimmy," Clark said with a smile.
"Come by, uhh… Come by any time…" Lois stuttered, trying to catch her breath.
"I wish that I could stay here tonight and… uhh… *help* you with that headache" Clark said still under the influence of their earlier engagements.
"I gotta go, Jimmy's waiting outside." Clark smiled and, as he turned to leave, Lois grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back into the apartment to compensate him for that kiss.
"Can you get rid of him?" Lois said with a mischievous smile.
"I don't think so — well, at least, not without him knowing why," Clark said.
"Well, is that such a bad thing?"
"Him knowing why, or us breaking our agreement?"
"Well… I suppose—" Clark's super-hearing kicked in and he heard Jimmy's footsteps as he came back up the stairs.
"What is it?" Lois asked, seeing that he was obviously distracted.
"Jimmy's coming back," Clark said as he heard Jimmy call to him from outside. "I'll be right there, Jimmy," Clark called back. "Well, I guess that it just isn't meant to be until our wedding night."
Lois smiled at his attempt at humor, but her passion for him hadn't died down any. "I suppose you're right," she agreed. "Everything will be perfect on our wedding night."
"I'll see you in the morning, Lois," Clark said, and he gently kissed the top of her forehead.
"See you in the morning," Lois called to him as he walked out to meet Jimmy.
That night, Lois and Clark each slept in their own beds. They both dreamt of the day when they would become husband and wife. But, most of all, they dreamt of each other.