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Kryptonian Consort 27/?

Kryptonian Consort
Genre: Drama, romance, old school Clois, AU
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Kal-El/Lois
Spoilers: Season Four on
Feedback: Would make my day
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the scripts which are used liberally here, but if I did, oh boy would I have some fun!

Summary: Clark returns from the matrix where he has spent his summer only to meet the girl he decides is his destiny. And nobody better get in his way. 

a/n: Banner once again designed by the lovely and talented miss [info]ctbn60 
 
Previously
 

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven


The journey was over too soon for Lois’ liking. But the welcome she received more than made up for it. Both elder Kents hugged her. Lois grinned at Clark. She so loved this family. And it felt so good to actually be a part of them.

“Clark, honey, why don’t you take Lois’ bag upstairs,” Mrs Kent suggested. “And Lois, come help me in the kitchen. You’re just in time for dinner.”

Mr Kent went out to chop up some firewood, although the farmhouse was already warm and cosy. Lois smiled at Mrs Kent and followed her into the kitchen.

“What can I do?” she asked.

“Why don’t you get out the cutlery and set the table, sweetie,” Mrs Kent said.

“Sure thing, Mrs K.” Lois went to the drawer and pulled out the cutlery. Mrs Kent smiled and patted her shoulder.

“You can call me Martha, you know,” she told Lois. “You are family now.”

Lois paused, biting her lip. It was one thing to think of herself as part of this family, it was another for it to be acknowledged by Martha Kent. The redhead was frowning slightly at her.

“You okay, Lois?”

“Yeah. It’s just ... it’s been a long time since I’ve felt part of a real family. I mean, my dad always tried his best, but ...”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to explain. And you are a part of this family now. Warts and all,” she grinned.

Lois chuckled. “Warts and all, huh?”

“Oh, if these walls could talk,” Martha giggled.

“Can I ask you something?” Lois said.

“Sure honey.”

“What was Clark really like as a kid? I mean, was it hard, especially when he got his powers?”

“Well, we did have to make some adjustments, of course. When we first found Clark, we didn’t have a lot of children’s clothes. Although, Jonathan’s mother was something of a pack rat, so she at least had kept something. And Clark was absolutely fascinated with everything around him. He couldn’t speak English then and we had to teach him the words to everything. It was quite an education for both of us.”

“I’ve seen the photos. He was such a cute little boy,” Lois said.

“Oh, he was. Mind you, he’s turned into quite the handsome young man. Although, his first two years of high school, we were a little concerned.”

“How come?”

“Well, Clark had Chloe and Pete, of course, and then Lex, but he never really seemed to fit in. Of course, now that he has you, that has changed.”

“Yeah, Clark sort of told me that everyone treated him differently.”

“The hardest thing for Clark was dealing with the fact that he was different. In some ways, it was our fault really. We only wanted to protect him. So we didn’t take him out very often when he was younger.”

“Mom, you didn’t have a lot of choice back then,” Clark said, coming in. Lois saw the expression on his face and knew he’d been standing on the stairs listening. She smiled at him as he bent and kissed her cheek. “You did the best you could. I mean, I’d have to say there were times when I felt like I was missing out, but that’s just normal teenage stuff. It was nothing to do with my powers.” He kissed his mother on the cheek as well. “Trust me, if we ever do have kids, I hope that I’m as good a parent as you two are to me.”

Martha smiled up at her tall son. “Thank you baby.”

Mr Kent returned with firewood, dumping it in the log basket, and Lois finished setting the table, while Clark helped his mother get the meatloaf out of the oven. The dishes were quickly placed on the table and they all sat down to eat.

“Everything smells great,” Lois said. “I remember my mom wasn’t the best cook, but she tried. And forget army canteens. I swear they go out of their way to hire the worst cooks in the world.”

“I’m sure that’s an exaggeration, Lolo,” Clark said, earning him a glare from her. Lois caught the grins from the elder couple.

“Watch it Smallville, or you’ll be sleeping on the old sofa in the barn tonight.”

Mr Kent chuckled.

“You tell him, Lois.”

Clark looked offended. “Dad, you’re supposed to be on my side, not Lois’.”

“I don’t know, Clark,” Martha said. “Anyone who can make you behave has to be a winner in my book.”

“Okay, that is not fair. Three of you ganging up on me,” he said with a pout.

Lois just laughed at him. “Serves you right, Smallville!” she teased.

He narrowed his eyes at her, his glare challenging her. She grinned back at him. Bring it on, spaceboy, she told him mentally.

Mr Kent just continued to chuckle as he speared another piece of meatloaf on his fork.

“So, Lois, what’s your father doing on Thanksgiving?”

“Working,” she said. “He doesn’t celebrate it much. Thank you for letting me stay, Mr Kent.”

“Firstly, it’s Jonathan, Lois. And second, this is your home too, now.”

She smiled at the blonde man, then turned and looked at Clark, who squeezed her hand and grinned. The past few years, most especially since her mother died, her family hadn’t celebrated the holidays very much, and this was the first holiday she felt like celebrating.

After dinner there was dessert of apple pie, with Martha’s special recipe of melt-in-the-mouth pastry and apple mixed with a range of spices that just burst on Lois’ tastebuds.

“This is so amazing, Martha,” Lois said. “I really wish I could cook as well as you.”

“Well, how about tomorrow you help me cook Thanksgiving dinner? I can teach you some of the basics.”

“I’d so love that,” Lois said with a happy sigh. She pushed back her chair. Her stomach was pleasantly full.

Jonathan stood and began clearing the table. Lois stood up and began to help him but he stayed her hand.

“No need, Lois. Martha and I will take care of the dishes. You two kids just go and enjoy yourselves.”

Clark grinned at his father and took her hand. They went out to the barn and sat on the sofa in the loft, holding each other. It was cold, but Clark was so warm that Lois didn’t need to worry about a blanket or a heater.

She sat with her head on his shoulder.

“I really love your mom and dad,” she said.

“I know. They feel the same way.” He stroked her shoulders, making her skin tingle a little.

“Do you think we’ll ever be as good parents as them?” She turned her head and looked at him. “I mean, I know you will be, because you’ve got such a great example. But me ... not so much.”

“Lois, if or when we do have kids, I think we will be good parents. I mean, we won’t have half the problems that my parents did with me, because we’ll know how to handle things.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, there’s a good chance that if we do have kids, they’ll inherit at least half my powers.”

“You keep saying if.”

“Lois, I don’t know if I ... if we can. I mean, what if my physiology is so completely different from yours that it makes us incompatible.”

“You really think you could be?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I’ve never really thought about it before.” Then a thought occurred to him. “I remember when I was Kal-El, the one thing he did think about was renewing the bloodline.”

“So that must mean it’s possible, right?”

“I guess so. Lois, you know that’s like way, way in the future.”

She snuggled against him. “I know. But it doesn’t hurt to think about it. I mean, I’d like to have kids some day.”

“With me?”

She sat up and looked at him, frowning. “Of course with you, spaceboy. Considering I’m, well, according to your Kryptonian law, in a life bond with you.”

“Well, I don’t know, I mean, you might just have a few other candidates lined up,” Clark said with a little smile.

She wrinkled her nose at him. “You are very bad, Kal-El,” she said, turning around fully and straddling his lap. “And bad boys should be punished.”

“Oh yeah? That a challenge, consort?”

She shivered. “Ooh, that is so hot,” she said.

He kissed her nose, nibbling lightly on it. “You’re hot.”

“No, you,” she countered.

“You are.”

“You’re hotter!”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Yuh-ha!”

“This is so silly,” he chuckled.

“So whaddya wanna do about it spaceboy?”

He pulled her up so she was practically kneeling in his lap. “C’mere,” he said, kissing her. Lois thrust her tongue in his mouth and their tongues tangled for a few moments. She shivered as his hands began caressing her back. Lois grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it up over her head and tossing it on the floor.

Clark grinned and buried his nose in her breasts, while she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. She could feel him licking the deep vee of her cleavage before his mouth moved on to begin exploring her breasts through the satin of her bra. Meanwhile, his hands had moved down to her waistband, pushing her jeans down off her hips. It was a little awkward, but he somehow managed to get them completely off.

Lois carded her fingers through his thick hair, loving the softness of the strands. She leaned down and kissed him again.

“Take off your pants,” she whispered. “I want you.”

She was so wet and he had barely touched her. It was always like this with them. Lois sometimes wondered if there would come a time when they wouldn’t want each other constantly. Part of it, she knew, was the bond. The rest, well, she decided she could put it down to teenage hormones. In some ways, she did wonder if it was normal to want sex this much. Then again, it was Clark, and she loved him.

She lowered herself down onto his cock, loving the way he filled her. It felt more like completion. As if they were just two pieces that, when joined together, made a whole. And as Clark thrust up, Lois thrust down, finding their rhythm.

Afterward, she lay curled in his arms. Clark had grabbed the blanket from the back of the sofa and had draped it over her, keeping her warm. She ran her fingers lightly over his chest.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly.

“Do you think this is normal? Us, I mean.”

He frowned at her as she leaned on one elbow to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I was just thinking. I mean, Chloe said something the other day that kind of bugged me. Like, she asked me if we were ... you know, having sex. I didn’t tell her, but I think she kind of knew anyway. And she said it’s not like me to get so serious so quickly about someone. She did say that it was something she expected of you though. Almost like she was suggesting you get kind of obsessive about things.”

Clark frowned. He was obsessive? Sure, he’d had a crush on Lana since grade school, but didn’t all teenage boys get obsessive when they were deep into crushes? He’d had this friend once who had had a major crush on an actress he’d seen on television. He had posters and collected everything he could find on her. The crush had gone away the moment he’d started dating his first girlfriend but Clark hadn’t seen any harm in it. It wasn’t like his friend had been stalking the girl.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Clark said. “Anyway, Chloe gets obsessed about things. Like the Wall of Weird.”

“So you’re saying you’re not obsessive?”

“No. Hey, did I ever tell you about Tina Greer? Now there was a girl who was obsessive. I mean, she thought the only way to be happy was to have a life like Lana’s. And then she became totally obsessed with Lana.”

“You mean, like in a girl on girl way?” Lois wrinkled her nose. “Not that I’m against it, but ...”

“Well, I guess. Thing is, Tina could morph into anyone. How we found out was, she morphed into Lex and robbed the Smallville Savings and Loan. Lex got into a bit of trouble over that. And then the next year, Tina escaped from the mental hospital and pretended to be me just so she could get to Lana.”

Lois shivered. “Augh! I have to say, Smallville, if there’s one thing I could say about this town that is constant it would be weird.”

“Do you think I’m weird?” he asked. Lois snorted.

“Please, you’re an alien. Nothing could be weirder than that.”

Clark growled at her and she grinned, letting him know she was just pushing his buttons.

“You are a little minx, LoLo.” He sighed. “But getting back to the original topic, why would you, or Chloe, think it’s not normal? What we do?”

“Well, I don’t know, I mean, we do tend to have sex a lot. And, you know, we did get pretty close very quickly.”

“And you think that’s abnormal? Did my mom ever tell you how she and my dad met?”

“She mentioned it.”

“She told me she knew the day my Dad handed his notes over to her that they would end up married. And I think she hadn’t known my dad very long. It happens, Lo. I mean, I knew the moment I saw you. Even as Kal-El.”

“What did you know?” she whispered.

“That you’re the one.” He kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes, laying her head down on his chest and cuddling up.

Clark watched her for a while. Some people might criticise their relationship, and it was true that they did have a lot to learn about each other. But they could still be together and learn those things. And he had known the moment they met that they were destined. He didn’t need some prophecy, or bracelet to tell him that. Lois was everything.

***

Next morning, Clark was up early doing his chores, while Lois and mom worked together in the kitchen. His mom had put Lois to work making stuffing for the turkey, which had been defrosting overnight. He listened in occasionally even as he helped Dad feeding the animals, hearing the chatter between mom and Lois. He smiled, loving the way the two women in his life seemed to be growing closer. He knew this was something Lois needed. Not that she would ever admit it.

By the time they were done feeding the animals, mucking the stalls and cleaning the feed troughs, all at normal speed, the turkey was in the oven and Lois was learning how to make pumpkin pie. Clark washed his hands in the bathroom and went back out to grab some milk from the refrigerator. He tipped the bottle up, only for Lois to turn around. She was wearing an old apron which had flour on it and a smudge on her nose.

“Clark Kent, use a glass!”

“It tastes better from the bottle,” he said with a grin.

Lois held the rolling pin, threatening him with it.

“Use your manners, Smallville!” she told him.

There was some old music playing on the radio which distracted them from the mock argument for a moment. Clark looked up. Dad had grabbed Mom and was dancing with her, singing along to the music.

Doing it all for my baby
Because she's as fine as she can be
Doing it all for my baby
For everything she does for me

Clark chuckled, watching his parents caught up in the moment. He wrapped his arms around Lois’ waist, his chin on her shoulder, planting a brief kiss on her neck as she swayed gently to the music. He couldn’t dance to save his life, but he could still enjoy the moment himself.

Lois gave a soft sigh as the music ended and the moment was broken. Mom came back in the kitchen, blushing.

“How are you doing, Lois?” she asked, pretending not to notice they had been watching.

“Great,” Lois told her. “I’ve got the pastry rolled out.”

Clark lost interest in the cooking lesson, following Dad out to the porch.

“Seems like Lois is enjoying the lesson,” Dad smiled.

“Yeah.”

“She’s a great girl, son. Treasure every moment with her.”

“I know, Dad. I do.”

“You know, your Mom doesn’t think I do, but I remember the day we met. There I was, sitting at that fountain on campus eating an apple, and she came up to me, asking to borrow my notes. Here I was, a shy farm kid.” He chuckled. “Believe it or not, your old man wasn’t as confident as he seemed. Mind you, it was a far cry from being in Smallville to the big city, even if it was just the Met U campus. Anyway, there she was, this redhead, and the most beautiful girl I’d ever laid eyes on. And she wanted to talk to me. I couldn’t believe it.”

“Lucky, Dad,” Clark said, smiling at his father.

“Your mother made me the happiest man in the world the day she married me. Maybe we’d never be rich in monetary terms, but I felt like the richest man around. I still do.” He smiled again at Clark. “I can see that with you and Lois. She brings out the best in you, Clark. And despite all my earlier misgivings, I think you and Lois are good together.”

“Me too, Dad.”

“Now, son, don’t get me wrong, but a lot of people are going to wonder if the two of you are rushing into this. Let me tell you something, Clark, marriage isn’t easy. It takes a lot of time and patience to make it work, and you and Lois won’t have it easy to start with. You’re both very mature in your outlook, but you still have a lot of growing up to do. Both of you. But your mom and I will do our best to support you and help you. You know the two of you can come to us if you have any worries.”

“I know, Dad. I appreciate that.”

They continued to chat for a while about inconsequential things. But it wasn’t long before the delicious smells from the kitchen wafted outside and drew them back in. As usual, Dad sat at the head of the table and carved the turkey. And as was usual Kent tradition, they all took turns telling what they were thankful for that year.

Clark’s was no surprise. Neither was Lois. They both were thankful for the other in their lives. Clark smiled at Lois. Their first Thanksgiving together. The first of many. As he looked around the table, he had a sudden vision of a possible future. Of children gathered around the table with Lois by his side. A family. He sighed happily. One day, he decided. It didn’t matter if it happened in a year or ten years. He just had a feeling that it really wouldn’t be just a pipe dream. With his consort by his side, anything was possible.


 


Comments

( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Aug. 13th, 2011 08:56 pm (UTC)
Love "that blonde guy on Passions?"

AWESOME new chapter honey!!!
phoenixnz
Aug. 13th, 2011 09:00 pm (UTC)
Just edited the chapter to the right one.
eternal_moonie
Aug. 13th, 2011 09:04 pm (UTC)
Still a very nice one. Love the glare she gives him.

I miss your comments sweetie.
phoenixnz
Aug. 13th, 2011 09:07 pm (UTC)
I've been so lax in commenting on anything lately. So focused on writing my own stuff I've been forgetting everyone else. I'm a bad friend.

Glad you like the chapter honey.
ctbn60
Aug. 13th, 2011 10:51 pm (UTC)
Lovely holiday chapterhoney!
phoenixnz
Aug. 13th, 2011 11:24 pm (UTC)
Thanks Carol, I'm so glad you enjoyed it
dream_infinity0
Aug. 14th, 2011 04:11 am (UTC)
Great chapter
phoenixnz
Aug. 14th, 2011 05:36 am (UTC)
Thank you honey.
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