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A/N: In this next chapter, Lois and Clark are still trying to sort through the past, but things just keep happening. *naughty grins* I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone!! Read on! :D



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Chapter 8: In Your Arms



Previously:



Clark raised his head to look at her and she was a beautiful sight to behold. Her hair was strewn about the pillow and her eyes were closed as she licked her dry lips. She slowly opened her eyes and gazed at her lover. A shock of damp, ebony hair curled down on his forehead and she reached up to smooth it back again. "Are you ready to tell me everything now?"



Clark smiled as he smoothed her hair away from her face. "Yes, Lois, I’m more than ready."



~o~o~



Clark sat up in bed and pulled Lois close to his side. He then began his story. “A little over twenty years ago,” he began but then he heard something in the outer chamber. It was J’onn returning to the Fortress. “Lois, I … umm … I’ll be right back. My … umm … friend took care of something for me.” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t move.” He left the bed naked, twirled several times, and was in a tee shirt and jeans in a few seconds.



Lois stared with mouth agape, not believing her eyes. She blinked. “Wow,” she whispered.



Clark smiled and left her alone for a few minutes.



“I see you found it,” he said coming to greet his friend, excited to take that next step.



“It’s all there just like you said,” J’onn replied, but he was worried for his friend. “Are you sure about this?”



“Positive,” Clark said and he was optimistic about everything that was happening to him. He knew in his heart this was right for him.



“It’s a big step. Maybe you should think some more about this. You have been through a lot these past few weeks.”



Clark stared at his friend’s face. “J’onn, I thought you of all people would understand and support me in my decision,” he said not understanding his attitude.



“You know I support you, Clark. That’s not it,” J’onn tried to explain.



“Then what is it? Tell me.”



J’onn sighed then nodded toward the chamber. “She needs to know everything, Clark. You didn’t see her reaction when she thought you were dead.”



Clark sighed. “I know. She has been through a lot for me, trying to protect me, but that’s all going to change. Lois loves me, J’onn, all of me, not just Clark but the other part of me as well.” He could see he wasn’t convinced. “Don’t worry, I will tell her everything.”



“I hope so, Clark. She deserves that much from you,” J’onn said remembering Lois’ reaction and her insistence in coming there.



Clark squeezed his shoulder. “I appreciate your concern, J’onn, but please don’t worry.” He held up the box. “And thanks for doing this for me.”



“You’re welcome. Bye, Clark,” J’onn said shaking his hand.



“Bye, J’onn, I’ll see you later,” Clark said watching his friend leave. He held up the box seeing the contents again and smiled.



~o~o~



Lois was in heaven, at least that’s what she had thought it was way back when she had been there in the past. She knew the truth now as she stretched out under the covers. This was heaven, but just not the heaven she had thought it would be when she was child. Oh, no, this heaven was much more to her liking. She looked up and Clark was walking toward her. “Is everything alright?” She only had eyes for him. Her heart melted just by the look on his face. He sat a box down in the corner and came to sit next to her again. She couldn’t resist him.



Clark’s breath left his lungs at the mere sight of her. She was naked in his bed and her long silky hair was hanging about her shoulders waiting for him to touch it, to touch her, all of her. He had to avert his eyes away from her face so he could think straight. He put the box in the corner and came to sit next to her, but before he could say a word, Lois came into his arms.



He closed his eyes and pulled her close. She kissed his neck, his ear, his cheek, and then she pulled his head down and kissed him. He couldn’t resist her even if he wanted to. He kissed her back forgetting what he was going to say. Clark was lost. He’d dreamed of her like this. It could be like this forever, you know. All I have to do is ask her. Do it! Just do it! “Umm, Lois?” He tried to speak past his pounding heart.



Clark was in heaven too. She tasted and felt so good to him. 'Good' wasn’t a word he would use to describe how he was feeling right now. Slipping quickly out of his jeans, he pulled her close as his mouth closed over hers then. Her lips parted under the pressure of his tongue as it slipped inside her mouth, demanding a response. She melted against him. He kissed her thoroughly, as she came into his arms whimpering her need.



His lips moved down her neck where he sucked lightly at her skin, and she tilted her head to the side to give him more access. Lois knew his need, felt his hunger in the intensity of his kisses. His excited moans and rapid breathing fueled her own desire and she clung to him, trying to pull him closer. His fingers moved over her center, as Lois gasped into his mouth and arched her back. "Please!"



He couldn't wait anymore. That word, along with her tugging motion on his erection, finally spurred him into action. He positioned himself at the entrance of her body and thrust home in one smooth glide. And then he was kissing her again, his mouth slanting across hers in a deep, consuming kiss as he began to slowly move in and out of her lush body.



He loved her, needed her with every fiber of his being and knowing that she returned that love with an equal intensity made his heart swell with unparalleled joy. His body moved at just the right angle to pleasure her and him, as they began that climb until they reached the highest peak, soaring together through the heavens.



Finally spent, he lowered his weight to rest gently on top of her, pressing tender kisses to her lips, her cheeks and her eyelids. As their breathing returned to normal, they lay together, Lois' head on his chest and their legs entwined. She was in awe of their lovemaking, but she couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened. Lois sighed against his chest feeling content and happy.



Clark wanted to continue their talk but just not there in his bed. It was way too tempting for both of them. He hoped Lois would understand. “Lois, honey, we should leave here. I know we need to talk about everything and we will, but being in this bed this close to you like this, it’s hard for me to think let alone talk, and it’s time we got back to Metropolis and our jobs.”



“I suppose you’re right,” she said but snuggled against him not wanting to leave. “Everything is going to change between us now. Isn’t it?”



“It doesn’t have to. We can do this, Lois. I know we can.”



“I don’t see how you can say that. I mean, you’re … you’re,” she paused not sure how to continue.



“The Blur?” Clark said trying to help. It didn’t.



She hated that name now. She left his arms and sat up pulling the sheet around her not wanting to discuss it. She couldn’t look at him. Hearing that name again brought back all those memories of how Clark had lied to her for years about who he was.



Clark could see he had hit a nerve. “Are you alright, Lois?” he asked worried that he’d said something wrong.



She stared straight ahead trying to sort through her feelings. “You’re right, we should leave. I don’t want us to loose our jobs again after just getting them back.” She tried to get out of bed.



Clark grabbed her arm. “Lois wait, tell me what’s bothering you, please. I can see you’re upset.”



She turned to face him. Her eyes roamed over his face. Clark was the Blur. I’ve been so wrapped up making sure he was better, that he was healthy, I pushed all my hurt feelings aside, but now he is staring back at me with a worried expression. We might as well get it out in the open. “I hate that name ... The Blur,” she said still looking at him.



“Oh, I see,” Clark said feeling hurt, as he let go of her arm.



“I’m sorry, Clark, but that name makes me feel sick inside. I spent the better part of two months talking to … him ... believing in him and everything he stood for, and it was all a lie, a complete sham. I feel like a fool,” she said looking away again.



“Lois, it’s just a name.” He touched her arm so she would look at him. “I’ll change my name. It doesn’t mean anything to me, but you do. We can come up with a name together. What do you say?”



He was amazing and wonderful. She smiled then. Clark held out his arms and she went into them, holding him close. “Thank you, Clark.”



“No problem. Are you ready to leave now?” He asked stroking her hair.



“I’ll go change, while you do that thing you do,” she said making a swirling motion with her hand.



Clark laughed as he watched her go. His eyes gravitated to the box in the corner. If he hadn’t known any better, he could have sworn it was calling to him.



~o~o~



Lois was ready to go. She was brushing her hair downward as it covered her face not looking where she was going. “I’m ready,” she said as she flipped her hair back over her head. She saw Clark then and stopped dead in her tracks, eyes popping out of head at the unbelievable sight before her eyes.



Clark had changed into a ridiculously blue skintight 'uniform' with red shorts with a yellow belt on the outside of the tights. Flowing from his massive shoulders was a ridiculously red cape, red boots hugged his calves, and whatever it was shaped like a triangle with the letter “S” on his chest that was shining back at her. “Clark, what in the world do you have on?” She asked shocked, but she couldn’t help feeling intrigued by this new look.



“Well, do you like it?” Clark asked as he slowly walked towards her. The cape swayed from side to side with every step he took, and what was with that curl on his forehead.



“Oh my,” Lois said as her breath caught. The man was stunning. A few other words came into her mind, words like ... gorgeous, smoking hot, and built from the ground up, but all she could say was “Wow!”



“I take it that’s a yes?” He asked smiling. He pulled her to him and kissed her showing her how much he liked her reaction. He kissed her throat inhaling her clean sexy smell.



Lois tried to push him away. They would end up in bed again if he continued doing that, but she couldn’t help moving her head to the side, as she sighed and tried to think. “Clark?” she asked amazed she could speak. “Where did you … get this costume?”



He smiled against her throat. “My Mom made it.”



She pulled back and stared at him. “Martha made it? I knew she could sew, but this is something else,” she said running her hands over his shoulders and arms loving the feel of it. “What is this fabric? It feels strange.”



“I'm not sure, but I do know it came from my ship from when I first came here," he replied not wanting to get into that now. "I wanted to talk about this once we arrived in Metropolis.”



“Alright, no more questions for now, but I want answers Smallville. You owe me buddy!” Lois said as she poked his chest. Did he say a ship? This should be interesting.



They really should get back to their lives in Metropolis. “Are you ready to go now?” He asked loving having her in his arms like this. She nodded ready to head back home where they could finally talk about everything. “Put your arms around my neck. That’s it. Now hold on!” Clark said and lifted up into the sky. He'd never done this before, but he got the hang of things pretty quickly, surprising himself.



“My bag!” Lois said pointing to it on the bed, but he grabbed it for her. She put the bag over her shoulder, grabbed hold of him around the neck and held on tight. She gazed at his profile and the "S" on his chest wondering about a new name for him. What should it be? It had to be something amazing, something brilliant, something unforgettable, something superb, no something … ‘super’! And then she smiled.



TBC!



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A/N: I hope you liked it. I couldn’t resist that last part. That was fun … Clark in the suit!! Maybe wishful thinking on my part? Who knows? I sure don’t. Next up… I promise, guys, everything will be out in the open. Please leave a review and thanks for reading.