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Kryptonian Consort 40/?

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 ctbn60


Chapter Forty

Martha came down the stairs with a small suitcase.

“Lois, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle things at the Talon while we’re in Metropolis?”

Lois smiled at her mother-in-law.

“Of course I can. You two just go and try not to worry too much about the visit to the specialist okay.”

Clark was out in the barn, trying to finish up his chores before school. He had lately taken on more than his fair share of the farm chores, much to his father’s chagrin. But Jonathan’s heart was giving him trouble again and he had been given an appointment to see a cardio-vascular consultant at Metropolis General.

Between them, Lois and Clark had managed to convince the older couple to take a few days in the city to relax and spend some time away from the pressure of the farm.

“Don’t worry about the Talon,” Lois grinned. “It’ll still be standing when you get home.”

Martha kissed her on the cheek.

“I’m proud of you, Lois.”

Lois blushed and hugged her mother-in-law, then hugged Jonathan, who had joined his wife. The screen door hinges squeaked as they opened and Clark came in. He quickly washed his hands. Shelby had followed him in and Martha bent down to fuss over the dog.

“Have a good time in Metropolis,” Clark said, hugging his father.

“We’re only a phone call away if you need us,” Jonathan said.

Clark nodded, kissing his mother on the cheek.

“You better go. You don’t want to be late and I know what city traffic is like.”

“Okay, son. We’ll see you Sunday night.”

Lois put her arm around Clark’s waist as they watched the older couple get in the car and pull out. Lois sensed her fiance’s tension.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just ...”

Lois looked at him. “Out with it, Smallville!”

“It’s my fault his heart’s like this.”

She shook him. “Don’t start with that whole blaming yourself thing, Smallville. You didn’t force your dad to go to Jor-El.”

“But if I hadn’t run away to Metropolis, he wouldn’t have had to go to Jor-El.”

“And there were other ways of handling the problem. He didn’t have to agree to Jor-El’s plan. Don’t keep blaming yourself for the choices other people make. The fact is, your dad would do anything to protect his family, and that’s the truth. I mean, my dad might not be the most hands-on dad, like yours is, but it’s a pretty good bet if something similar happened to me he’d make the same choices.” She glanced at the clock. “Now you need to get to school before Chloe sends out a search party. And I need to get ready to go open up the Talon. I’m on the day shift.”

It was a quiet day until about two-thirty when the after school crowd began trickling in. Lois was glad her shift was almost over as she dealt with the multiple orders that afternoon, feeling crowded by the high school students three deep on the other side of the counter.

She had turned away to the espresso machine when she caught a glimpse of someone standing by the register.

Next thing she knew she was staring at the face of a young man with short brown hair.

“What can I get you?” she said, smiling brightly.

“Oh, thanks, I’ve already been helped,” he said, smiling back at her.

“Great,” she said, closing the cash drawer and moving on to the next customer.


Meanwhile, Clark’s day had been reasonably quiet. This close to graduation, the classes were winding down. Exams were over and most of the students had blown off their classes in favour of goofing off. Clark had decided to sit in the Torch office for his last period of the day and read. Chloe came in, putting her bag down on the couch.

“What are you reading?” she asked.

“Nothing. Just killing time.”

Chloe sighed. “I don’t know about you but I could do with a coffee. You game?”

“Sure,” he said, stuffing the book into his bag. He followed his friend out to the parking lot, getting in the passenger side of her car.

The main street was already full of cars parked along the side. Chloe had to park a block away from the coffee shop. As they walked, Clark sighed.

“What is it?” Chloe asked.

“I got accepted to the University of Miami,” he said, as she pushed open the door to the Talon.

“University of Miami?” she said, looking sceptical.


“I just don’t see you trading in your flannels for flip-flops.”

“I don’t know. I mean, if you get a chance to start over, why not start over where there’s a beach?”

“Have you talked with Lois about this?”

“Not so much,” he said. “I don’t know if she’ll want to leave, to be honest. But she can’t re-enrol at Met U, since they kicked her out.” He shrugged. “I am feeling a bit guilty about leaving my parents to run the farm without me though.”

“Yeah,” Chloe said as they slowly walked up to the counter. “I guess you would be hard to replace. I mean, with all your skills and everything.”

“Skills?” Clark almost kicked himself. They still hadn’t talked to Chloe about all the things she had been saying, or that they knew she knew his secret.

But Chloe wasn’t listening, greeting Lois and requesting a cappuccino. Lois smiled at her cousin and went to the register. As she opened it, Clark could see her expression change. She was visibly upset.

“Oh my god,” she said. “We’ve been robbed!”

Immediately, Clark went to her side and glanced in the drawer. For a busy coffee shop, it appeared to be unusually empty.

“Any idea who might have done this?” he asked.

“There was a guy just before,” Lois said. “I must have zoned out for a minute and I didn’t see him approach. He was standing right by the register.”

“What did he look like?” Clark asked.

“Short brown hair, about six feet, I guess. He went out the back way, to the alley. I’m sure ...”

Clark didn’t wait for any more. He ran out the back to the alley and saw the young man Lois had described driving away in a bright yellow truck.

Way to be inconspicuous, he thought.

He stood in the alleyway as the vehicle approached. The guy’s head was turned away but he gasped when he saw Clark and slammed on the brakes. Clark approached the car, ready to pull the guy out but he was hit by some kind of beam. Groaning in pain, Clark staggered back. A thousand images assaulted his brain and he passed out.

“Clark? Clark?”

He stared up at the blonde girl standing over him.

“What happened?” she said.

He thought for a minute. Who was this girl and what was she calling him? Clark?

“Who’s Clark?” he asked.

The girl frowned, bending down beside him, her pretty features full of concern for him.

“It’s me. Chloe,” she said. “We’re friends.”

“We are?”

She held out a hand and helped him up. “I think we need to, uh, no never mind,” she said, hesitating. “A doctor probably wouldn’t be able to help anyway.”

He frowned at her.

“Maybe your parents,” she said. “Yeah, we should go talk to your parents.”

He followed her out of the alleyway, looking around at the strange surroundings. He had no idea where he was.

“What is this place?”

“Smallville. You grew up here.”

“I did? Seems kind of ... small.”

Chloe stopped and looked up at him, her fingers checking his head.

“What are you doing?” he asked, feeling disconcerted.

“Checking for a concussion. You must have bumped your head or something. Are you hurt anywhere?”

He frowned. He didn’t feel any pain. He didn’t feel much of anything, except the blank space in his memory.

“Who am I again?” he asked.

“Your name is Clark Kent. You live on a farm with Martha and Jonathan Kent. And your fiancée, Lois. Who happens to be my cousin.”

“Oh. Fiancee?”

“Yeah. Uh, listen, stay here,” she said, pressing him against the wall. “I just need to go talk to someone.”

He nodded, still feeling disoriented and confused. He watched her go into a shop. The Talon, it said on the marquee. What kind of store name was the Talon?

“Hi Clark,” a girl said shyly as she walked past to go into the Talon.

“Um, hi,” he said, wishing he knew her name so he wouldn’t look like such a doofus. The girl frowned at him, but shrugged and went inside.

Chloe came out after a few minutes.

“Well, Lois talked to the sheriff’s office, but there’s not much they can do. Lois can’t tell them how much was taken or how exactly the guy managed to take off with the money anyhow. She’s just finishing up her shift. I’ll drive you home.”


“Yeah, the farm. You live together.”


Chloe took his arm and led him down the street.

“You really don’t remember anything?” she asked.

“Sorry, it’s all a blank.”

“Well, I wonder if the two things are connected. I mean, Lois said she kind of zoned out for a second and the money was gone and then you completely zone out and lose your memory. It’s my fault, really. I was inside trying to calm Lois down because she was freaking out and it was a good ten minutes before I realised you hadn’t come back in.”


Clark wondered what that meant. Had he gone out to chase the guy who’d stolen from the shop? It sure felt like something he would do, especially if it involved a girl he was engaged to.

“Um, so how long have I been, uh, engaged to Lois?” he asked as he got in the small convertible which he guessed was Chloe’s car. It had started to rain and Chloe put the top up.

“Well, you two have been talking about getting married since last fall. It seemed weird though. I mean, Lois came to Smallville to find me and the two of you meet and it’s like bam! You’re both totally in to each other. I mean, it’s kind of understandable on your side. You did have a crush on a friend of ours for like years. But Lois ... I mean, she’s not the type to fall so hard. But yeah, officially engaged since March. That was Lois’ nineteenth birthday.”

“Wait. Lois is only nineteen?”

“Yeah. And you just turned eighteen. Your birthday was last week. Why?”

“We’re awfully young to be engaged, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t really know about that. All I know is, you love her and she loves you.”

Clark was silent for a few minutes as he processed all the information. He stared out the window as the rain slowed to just drizzle. Chloe turned down a gravel driveway, the wet terrain squelching under the car tyres as she continued along the driveway then stopped a few feet from the porch of a yellow farmhouse.

Spots of rain still spattered the windows as he rolled his down to look out. But there was nothing at all familiar. He got out, forgetting to close the window again, hearing Chloe sigh as she wound up the window.

He stood on the gravel and stared, anxiety making his stomach cramp. How was he supposed to relate to two people who were perfect strangers?

He spun around slowly, looking around at the buildings. Next to the house was a huge barn. A tractor was parked alongside the barn. There was another building close by.

Chloe got out of the car and came to stand beside him. They began walking up the path to the gate.

“It must be kind of weird seeing the house you grew up in for the first time,” she said. “Do you recognise anything? I mean, the house or the cows ... the tractor? Anything?”

Her prodding just made his anxiety worse.

“Are you sure this is where I live?” he asked as he started up the path to the house.

“Yeah,” she said. He turned and looked at her as she pointed to the barn. “You spend most of your time over there.”

That was weird, Clark thought. Why would he spend so much time ..

“In a barn?”

Chloe smirked. “Well, normal was never really your style, Clark.”

And that didn’t seem like a weird thing to say at all, he thought sarcastically. He sent her an odd look and Chloe snickered.

“That was my attempt at humor. Sometimes I crash and burn. Sorry.”

He turned away from her and walked up the steps to the door, putting his hand out to rap on the door.

“Clark,” Chloe said. “It’s your house.”

He looked at her, then grabbed the door knob. But as he tried to turn it, it seemed stuck. He pulled on it and suddenly the door went flying, landing with a crash in the yard. He stared at Chloe, wondering how he could explain it when even he didn’t know what had happened.

“I ... it was stuck,” he said.

Chloe just smiled. “Actually, I think it was locked,” she said as she went inside.

This was just feeling stranger by the minute, he thought. He walked inside, looking around as Chloe went to look for his parents. He found himself staring at a photograph on the refrigerator of himself with a handsome blonde man and a beautiful redhead. There was another photo next to that one, of him with a girl with long honey-blonde hair.

Wow, she’s beautiful, he thought. In the picture he had his arms around her waist and the girl had her left hand over his. She was wearing a beautiful diamond ring on her finger.

That must be Lois, he thought. I wonder how I paid for her ring? He heard Chloe calling for his parents and looked around as she came back into the kitchen.

“What the hell happened to the door?”

Clark whirled, looking at the girl in the doorway. She was frowning at the splinters in the doorway.

Clark stumbled over his words as he tried to explain.

“You know, I tried to open it and ...”

Chloe immediately jumped in. “... and this freak wind came and blew it right off!”

Lois laughed, punching him in the shoulder.

“Yeah right. What’d you do, Smallville? Sneeze?” She chuckled at her little joke.

Clark just frowned at her. Lois looked at him.

“Lois, do you know where the Kents are?” Chloe asked.

“They’re in Metropolis for Mr Kent’s heart exam.” She frowned at Clark. “Clark, you know that.”

“Uh, not so much,” Chloe said. “He has amnesia.”

Lois’ frown deepened. “Again?”

“What do you mean, again?” Clark asked.

What did that mean, he wondered. Lois just grinned as she looked up at him.

“Well, at least this time you got clothes on.”

He really was going to need to get her to explain that one, he thought. Chloe looked at Lois.

“We need to get his parents back home.”

Lois shook her head. “No, we don’t need to bother them with this. What happened?”

Clark watched as she went to the fridge and bent over to take something from the shelf. Her tight jeans emphasised her firm ass. He wasn’t surprised he was in love with this girl. She really had a sexy ass. He suddenly felt his eyes growing hot and he blinked, but the heat continued to build. Without warning, fire blazed from his eyes and set alight to a towel left on the counter.

“Oh my god,” Chloe said, sounding panicked.

Lois grabbed him.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered.

Lois could see both Clark and Chloe in a panic, wondering what had happened. Clearly, she thought, amnesia Clark didn’t know about his abilities. She grabbed the flaming towel and threw it in the sink, running water to douse the flames.

“Uh, Chloe, look, why don’t you go see what you can find out about amnesia. I’ll take care of Clark.”

“Are you sure?” her cousin asked, watching Clark with a concerned expression.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I’m a pro at this.”

“Okay, but if you need anything ...”

“We’ll call. Promise.”

She watched as her cousin left, then turned to her fiancé.

“Honey? Can you open your eyes again?”

“I – I don’t know.”

“Just try,” she said softly. “It’s okay. We can fix this.”

Clark slowly began opening his eyes, but then shook his head as he looked at her.

“I can feel them burning again.”

“Well, it’s safe to say we know what causes your heat vision,” she said.

“My what?”

“Come outside with me.”

“I ...”

“Come on, it’ll be safer if you, uh, prematurely combust again.”

Clark reddened, but let her lead him out to the yard.

“Okay,” she said as he sat down on the haystacks. “I’ll be back in a sec.”

She went to the barn, looking for the crowbar.

“Where is it?” she muttered, then sneezed. Damn dog, she thought. Shelby padded up to her. “Not now, Shelby,” she said.

The retriever went out and she continued looking for the crowbar, finally finding it on the workbench where Jonathan must have left it the last time he’d been working on the tractor.

When she went out, she found Clark crouched down beside Shelby, fussing over the dog.

“What’s your name, boy?” Clark was saying.

“His name is Shelby. Although if you’d had your way he would have been called Krypto.”

Clark frowned at her. “Krypto?”

Lois nodded. “Long story. Here take this and bend it.”

Clark snickered. “Yeah right.”

She rolled her eyes. “Just bend it, Smallville!”

He looked at her sceptically, then took both ends of the crowbar and bent it into a pretzel without breaking a sweat.

“Uh, how did I do that?” he said, staring at her in shock.

“You have powers, Clark. But unlike a lot of krypto-freaks in this cow town, you came by yours naturally.”

“Krypto?” he said again.

“You’re not from around here. You were born on another planet, to be exact.”

Clark laughed. “Okay, where’s the hidden camera?”

“This is not a joke, honey, okay? You really were born on another planet. Look, I know it’s a lot to take in right now, but you just have to believe me.”

“How did we meet, then, if I was born on another planet? And you said I’d had amnesia before?”

“That was how we met. I crashed my car in a cornfield and I found you. Naked.”

“Uh, naked?”

“Yup. Only you weren’t quite, uh, you.”

Clark clutched his head and she sat beside him, stroking his forehead.

“We need to figure out how this happened,” she said. “What do you remember?”

“Nothing. I woke up in the alley and ... Chloe was standing over me.”

“Hmm, well you went running out the back door after I’d said we’d been robbed. Look, why don’t we go grab some dinner and start to figure this out later.”

“Uh, can I cook?”

“You can. Sort of. But I don’t think we want to risk you burning the house down right now. I’ll call for pizza.” She got off the stack and started for the house.

“Uh, Lois?” he said.

She turned and looked at him.

“Thanks. I guess it must be, um, tough sometimes, having me around.”

She smiled. “There are compensations,” she said.

He caught up with her. “Compensations? Like, uh ...”

Lois chuckled. Her boy might have amnesia but he was still Clark, and she could see from his expression that he still wanted her.

“No memory and still all he thinks about is sex,” she sighed.

“Can I help it if I think you’re sexy?” he returned.

“You better rein in those hormones, spaceboy. I’d hate for you to prematurely combust again.”

An hour later they had settled comfortably on the couch to eat. Lois had ordered Clark’s favourite toppings. Mushroom, pepperoni and extra cheese. Lois wasn’t a big fan of mushrooms, but she figured she’d spoil him for once, since he wasn’t himself.

“So, Chloe said you and I have been together since last fall?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I came to Smallville looking for you, because I thought Chloe had been killed in an explosion and I got lost looking for the farm.”

“Wait. Whoa, back up. You thought Chloe had been killed? How did that happen?”

“Well, she was going to testify against Lionel Luthor, who was indicted for murder. His conviction got overturned on a technicality, or so I hear. Anyway, I ran into you in the cornfield and took you back to the army base.”

“Did you know then? That you had feelings for me?”

“Honestly? You, well, the Kal-El side of you, kind of overwhelmed me at first. You pretty much decided I was your consort and that was it. But yeah. I mean, I don’t know if I ever believed in love at first sight, but I guess it happened that way.”


“That’s your birth name.”

“Oh. And consort?”

“I think that’s the term your people use to mean wife. According to Kal-El, when we first, uh, had sex, we were married. Well, the Kryptonian way.”

“But not the Earth way.”

“No, not yet.”

“Good. Because that’s something I would rather not forget,” he said.

Lois looked up as Chloe knocked and bowled on in.

“How’s it going?” she asked. “Ooh, pizza!”

“Knock yourself out, cuz. Yeah, Clark and I are getting, uh, reacquainted. What did you find out?”

“Not much, to be honest,” Chloe said, picking up a slice of pizza. “Well, nothing that can really explain what might have caused Clark’s amnesia.”

“Maybe we need to backtrack, see if we can pick up some clues,” Lois suggested.

“Well, we were in the Talon. So I guess we should start there,” Chloe said. “Sounds like a plan. So you going to join me and Scooby in the Mystery Machine?” she asked her cousin.

“Scooby was the dog,” Lois said, chuckling. “Clark’s more Shaggy.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Chloe said, grinning at Clark’s expression. “I really can’t see Clark being a beatnik, can you?”

“True,” Lois laughed. She glanced at the clock. “Talon closes at nine and I have to do the closing up, since Martha’s in the city. I’m betting things have quieted down. Why don’t we go see what we can find.”


Clark followed Chloe and Lois into the Talon. It wasn’t that busy. Only one waitress was working and there were only a couple of tables occupied. Lois glanced around, then nodded her head toward what Clark assumed was the office.

“I’ll just be in there doing the books,” she said.

Chloe nodded. She went behind the counter as Lois disappeared out the back. Clark sighed, looking around. He had no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

“I don’t understand why we don’t just tell the police,” he said.

“For the same reason I didn’t just take you to the hospital. Clark, the last thing we want is to get you on the radar of Smallville’s friendliest authorities.”

Clark was struck with the impression that Chloe seemed to know an awful lot about him.

“It sounds like you know more about me than I do right now. I mean, we must be pretty good friends if you’re willing to ...”

“Clark, we are good friends. Best friends. Not to mention the fact that you’re engaged to my cousin. Besides, you’ve done an awful lot for me. You’ve saved my life on more than one occasion. And the things you can do, I mean I think you’re amazing! Besides, right now you’re vulnerable. And I know some people who would betray you if they knew the truth about you.”

“But you wouldn’t, would you?” he said.

“Not in a million years,” she said. She grinned. “Now, come on. We’ve got work to do. See if you can find anything.”

Clark looked at her for a long moment. He wondered if she knew the whole truth. Or that she knew that Lois knew. She had to have at least assumed that Lois would know some of it, but he guessed from the things she had been saying that she wasn’t sure exactly what her cousin had been told.

His vision swam and he began to feel an ache behind his eyes. It almost felt like before when the towel had burst into flames, but he realised this was different again. Suddenly the counter disappeared and he could see right through it to the floor below. There was a small oblong shaped object beneath a larger one. Then the vision was gone and he looked over the top of the counter. There was a mat on the floor.

“Chloe is there something there?” he asked.

Chloe frowned at him and he pointed to the floor.

“Back behind the ... near your feet. Under the mat.”

Chloe bent and picked it up.

“Okay, how did you know that was there?”

“Well, I – I could ... I guess I can see through things.”

Chloe looked stunned.

“Hold on a minute,” she said, pulling her jacket closed. “Are you telling me you can see through solid objects?”

He nodded. “Uh, yeah. You didn’t know?”

“No. And that might be one of those abilities you might wanna keep a lid on. I mean, I don’t know how much Lois knows, but that stunt with the fire this afternoon, not to mention the door ...”

Clark sighed. He just didn’t understand why he had to keep it all a secret. Ever since Lois had told him what he really was, he had thought of nothing else. Really, he didn’t see anything wrong in telling people about his abilities. No matter what Chloe had said about others betraying him. If people knew the truth, how could they possibly betray him?

“You know, I've been thinking about that. You know, I don't know why I was worried so much about what people think. I don't know why I let it rule my life. I mean, you understand.”

Chloe came around the counter.

“Yeah, but, Clark, unfortunately, some people in Smallville aren't as progressive.”

“That should be their problem, not mine.”

Choe looked at him, pushing her hair back behind her ear.

“Look, I understand how eager you are to throw an impromptu coming-out party. But, please,just sleep on it. I know it's hard, but I imagine if you didn't tell people, you must've had a lifetime of reasons for not doing it. So that's why we needto get your memory back.”

“So I can do what? Get back to lying to everyone?”

“If it comes to that.”

Clark sighed and turned away. He heard a sound from upstairs and looked up to see a girl coming down the stairs. She seemed preoccupied. He got the impression she was a little upset about something.

“Who’s that?” he asked, watching as the girl walked through the shop to the small area where they sold flowers. She smiled as she talked to the assistant, but it seemed to Clark she was hiding behind the smile.

“That is Lana Lang,” Chloe said.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

“I think she was having some issues with her boyfriend.”


Lois came out of the office, carrying the books.

“Find what you needed?” she asked.

Chloe turned to her cousin. “Yeah, we found something,” she said, holding up the card. “I think I’ll go check it out. Why don’t you and Clark go on home and we can continue this in the morning.”

Clark returned with Lois to the farm. They sat on the couch with the television on but Clark couldn’t concentrate on the movie.

“Chloe said something and I’m not sure what it means.”

“Apart from the fact that Chloe knows about you?”

“Yeah, there’s that, and ... Lois, why don’t other people know the truth about me?”

“I can’t answer that,” she said. “All I can tell you is that there are certain other people who, if they knew, might actually want to hurt you rather than help you.”

“Who are you talking about?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” he said, the frustration bubbling up from inside. “My life is a complete void. I don’t remember you. I don’t remember Chloe. I don’t even remember me.”

“Oh, pity party. I love those.”

“Lois ...”

“Clark, honey, listen to me for one second, okay? Chloe and me, we’re just trying to look out for you. I mean, you’re vulnerable right now.”

“And I don’t know who to trust.”

“You may not remember all the players on the board, but you can still play the game.”

“How am I supposed to do that?” he asked.

“Trust your gut,” she said, smiling at him. “Now come on. I’m beat. Let’s go to bed.”

Clark hesitated, even as she held out a hand to pull him up.

“Uh, maybe I should stay down here.”

Lois shook her head.

“No. Everything I’ve read about amnesia says patients should be kept to as normal a routine as possible. Besides, we’re engaged. Or married, if you want to go by Kryptonian standards.”

Clark still wasn’t sure, but he let her push him up the stairs. He took a shower and changed into the pyjama pants she’d obviously left for him on the bed. As he pulled back the covers, he caught the scent of honeysuckle in the air. It seemed such a familiar scent and he closed his eyes, letting his other senses remember what his brain could not.

When he opened his eyes again, Lois had come in. She was wearing a red nightgown which came to just above her knees and showed off her gorgeous figure.

“Wow!” he said. “You’re beautiful.”

He wanted her. Clark could feel the heat building up behind his eyes but he fought the hormonal surge. Yet his body would not be denied. Even as he managed to tamp down on the heat, another part of his anatomy was making it clear what he wanted.

Lois grinned at him, seeing the way his pants had tented out.

“Looks like the heart remembers more than the brain. Or maybe that should be the, uh, other brain.”

“You’re making fun.”

“Face it, Smallville, you love it when I tease you.”

“I think I love you, period,” he said.

Lois sat down on the bed, patting the mattress beside her.

“Then prove it, spaceboy,” she said flirtatiously.

Clark knelt on the bed beside her, leaning forward to kiss her. Her lips were warm and soft and tasted a little like strawberries. The more he kissed her, the more he wanted. He stretched out on the bed, unwilling to give up kissing her.

She laughed up at him when he paused to let her catch her breath.

“You can do more than just kiss me, you know.”

He grinned back at her. “You’re so sexy,” he said, running his hands down her side.

“Even without his memory, he’s still got it,” she murmured. “Oh god, yeah,” she moaned.

Clark pushed up the satin folds and Lois pulled off the nightgown, dropping it to the floor.

“Make love to me, Clark,” she said softly.

Clark kissed her again, letting her push his pants down. His erection pressed against her sex and he could feel the heat of her arousal. Slowly he moved so his cock nudged her entrance. Lois widened her legs, locking them around his waist as he entered her.

As he looked down at her, feeling her tight heat encasing him, he knew he didn’t need his memory to know that she was his world. Nothing else mattered but her. He could tell it from the way their bodies fit together. The way she looked up at him with such love in her eyes. It just felt so right.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 14th, 2012 05:56 am (UTC)
ok. that was interesting and uhm, HOT! ;) and funny!

I loved the "trading your flanels for flip flops' line! :)

Edited at 2012-07-14 05:58 am (UTC)
Jul. 14th, 2012 06:04 am (UTC)
Blank was a tough one to write, considering it was Chloe doing the Clark-sitting, so a lot of things had to change. The rest will be up tomorrow. Promise.
Jul. 14th, 2012 08:40 am (UTC)
Absolutely LOVED it!
Jul. 15th, 2012 12:46 am (UTC)
Thank you hon. Sorry I meant to get in some reading this weekend, but a very painful migraine has put the kybosh on that.
Jul. 15th, 2012 06:51 pm (UTC)
Awww, sweetie!

Migraines can be a pain like that.

Jul. 15th, 2012 09:08 pm (UTC)
I'm glad Chloe s still a part of all this great chapter honey
Jul. 16th, 2012 06:34 am (UTC)
Chloe did play a big part in the episode and while I do transfer some of what she does to Lois, I wanted to establish that she is an important part of their lives.
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