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Clark pulls away from the kiss abruptly, and Lois moans at the loss of his lips on hers.
“The crowds are getting bigger out there.” He nods toward the mall's entrance, and Lois looks down beyond their dangling legs, clinging a little tighter to Clark as he begins slowly lowering them toward the ground. “People are returning to the city. Superman really should help, but I…” His voice fades, and he pauses to gaze at her, his eyes a mixture of conflicting emotions.
Of course he is torn between leaving her and helping the city. Selfishly after everything that had happened the past week, she yearns to be alone with him. Pick me, a small voice in her head silently begs.
No. She quickly dismisses the voice. If she has learned anything the past week —the past three months — it is that Clark didn't just belong to her.
And she was okay with that. Well, she was going to be okay with that. Eventually.
She clasps his face in her hands. "Clark, it's okay—"
"An hour," Clark says, his lips pecking at hers again.
“An hour?” Lois repeats, uncertain.
"I need an hour. We need an hour." He kisses her again, more urgently this time.
She feels him smile against her lips, reversing his trajectory, ascending them higher now, his speed picking up. “Hold on…”
Only half a minute later Clark is setting her on her feet in his bedroom and lifting her sweater over her head while drawing her body against his.
“I need you, Lois,” he says between soft kisses.
"Me too." Lois tugs at the thick material at the back of his neck, groaning in frustration. “I know there’s a zipper here somewhere.”
Clark pulls away from her long enough to reach under his cape and pull at the hidden zipper. The suit loosens around his torso, and Lois eagerly begins pulling it down.
Seconds later, they have shed all their remaining clothing, and Clark is guiding her toward his bathroom, then into the shower with him.
Under the warm shower spray, her hair plasters to the back of her neck and shoulders, and she grins up at him, hands coming to rest at the back of his neck once again and pulling him down for another heated kiss.
“We’re definitely not breaking up then?” Clark’s hands rest against her hips, steadying her and pulling her closer, so their bodies are flush against each other. “Because I was a little worried.” His eyes sparkle playfully.
She bats her eyelashes up at him, feeling shy. “I said I love you, didn’t I?”
“You really did.” He sounds like he is still in awe.
"Well, I meant it.” Her feet aren't even touching the tiles anymore. She sighs contentedly, enjoying the fact that he is able to pick her up with such ease.
“You’re full of surprises, Miss Lane.” He murmurs against her lips.
She pulls away to get a good look at him. The top half at least - she is trying not to get too distracted yet. Her hand reaches up to brush some leftover grime from his face. “What did you do, save the world or something?”
“The dog did most of it.”
Lois laughs and reaches for the shampoo after Clark sets her on her feet again. “We’ll talk about him later.” She squeezes three healthy pumps of shampoo into her palm, lathering it together until her hands feel sufficiently soapy. She gestures for him to duck down a little so she can circulate the shampoo through his hair.
Clark dutifully bends, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as her fingers work through his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes flutter shut, and a low groan escapes his throat.
“Okay, rinse.” Lois pushes him under the spray.
She watches as soap rivulets trail down his chest as he scrubs at his head. Once soap-free, Clark grins and reaches for his shampoo bottle. “Your turn.”
“I’ll smell like you," Lois says, but she turns away from him.
“That’s not a bad thing.”
He washes her hair gently, and Lois finds herself moaning, her back arching toward him, leaving her feeling more content than she has felt in days.
He guides her under the spray, and together they rinse the soap from her hair.
Lois turns to face him. “Now, what?”
He smirks and pulls her against him again, and she squeaks as her feet leave the tiles once more.
“We still have forty-five minutes.”
She murmurs one word. “Bedroom.”
A quick towel dry and a little bit of gentle heat vision later, he is lowering her to the bed, his body quickly covering hers.
“I really do love you, you know.” Lois murmurs as his lips brush hers.
Clark chuckles softly. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”
“Doesn’t solve our problems though.” Her hands run down his shoulders to his arms.
“We have problems?”
“Hmm…”
He kisses her harder. “We’ll figure them out later.”
“Yes, later…”
“Time?”
Clark lifts his head from the pillow and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. “Eleven minutes.”
Flat on her back beside him Lois exhales long and deep. “Hmm. I’m hungry.”
His lips are at her ear. “You’re always hungry after.”
Lois chuckles as his breath tickles her. “I miss cigarettes.”
“What do you feel like? I’ll whip something up.”
She sits up, pulling his long discarded cape around her. “Burgers from Big Belly's.”
Clark winces. "Pretty sure it got destroyed."
“Oh. You still got that leftover Thai from last weekend?”
“Ew, no. You’re not eating that. Come on.” Clark slips from the bed and pulls a pair of boxer shorts on.
“Good?”
Lois swallows her mouthful of bacon. “Yes.”
Clark's usually pristine kitchen is a mess but he has managed to whip up the best tasting bacon and eggs in mere seconds using his super abilities.
“Better than…?” He mimes smoking a cigarette.
“Much.” Lois leans back in her chair and watches him scooping up the last of his eggs with his cutlery. Half the eggs fall off the fork before they reach his mouth, and Lois can't help but laugh.
“What?”
She sips at her coffee. “Nothing. You’re just a dork.”
“Insulting.” He pretends to be offended.
“It’s not an insult.” Lois reaches across the table for his hand. He takes it and kisses it.
A quiet lingering moment follows then Clark looks towards his window somewhat reluctantly. “The city is really getting busy now…”
Lois leans back in her chair.
“Go.” She tells him and takes a bite of toast.
“Really?” He’s still hesitant, his eyes darting between her and the window.
She nods and waves him toward the window. “We had our hour.”
He runs to the bedroom, returning with his suit on. “I’ll be back.” He moves toward the window.
“Hey!” She leaps to her feet.
Clark turns to her, a questioning look on his face.
"Forgetting something?"
"Oh," he smiles and ducks his head, approaching her with open arms and lips poised to kiss her.
"No, dork," she laughs and looks pointedly at the cape covering her body.
"Oh," his eyes glaze over a little as he takes her in. "Nah, Looks better on you." He kisses her cheek and then he’s a blur of color rushing toward the window. "Be back soon…" he drops straight out the window and a second later she watches him rise into the sky and disappear from view.
"Go get 'em."