It's from Carol M's "A Friendly Little Game Of..."
Hoping that she would at least think about what he was
saying, he held tightly onto her hands and waited.
Then suddenly she freed her hands from his grasp, instead
framing his face between her palms, and her lips were on
his.
Startled, at first all he could do was sit, frozen, as she
kissed him with increasing desperation. Then, as his brain
processed what was happening, he brought his hands up to
grasp her shoulders, to push her gently away from him...
...and he realised that he couldn't do it. In Lois's
currently vulnerable state, she'd interpret it as
rejection. And he couldn't do that to her. There was no way
that he could explain his reasoning in any way that she'd
understand; not now. She simply wasn't allowing herself to
think rationally - or, at least, she thought she was being
entirely rational, but her thinking was clearly based on a
set of false premises and deep, deep hurt.
Was it? Or was he simply rationalising it that way because
it was what he wanted to believe? Because it would allow
him to justify being close to - being *intimate* with -
Lois? Was there some selfish motive underneath his
apparently noble thoughts?
Torn between returning her kiss and pushing her away, he
remembered her face as she'd looked at him, pleading with
him. The way she'd looked at him when she'd told him about
the party and that *moron* who'd insulted her. And the way
she'd cried as she'd told him. Her self-confidence was
crushed. Her faith in herself as a desirable woman was
destroyed.
No, if he pushed her away now, it was entirely possible
that he could lose her entirely. She'd never forget it, and
probably never forgive him for what she would certainly see
as his acquiescence with her previous lovers' judgements on
her.
He could kiss her back. That would be a sign that he wasn't
rejecting her, wouldn't it? And it should tell her that he
found her attractive, shouldn't it? Did he really need to
take it all the way, and risk hurting Lois further, and
potentially destroying their friendship?
A kiss. After all, a kiss wasn't anything especially new in
their friendship. He'd kissed her before, and they'd
carried on as normal, putting it behind them. A kiss
wouldn't be a problem.
So instead, he curved his hands around her shoulders and
held her close to him, parting his lips and accepting her
kiss. Where her movements were desperate, his were loving
and patient. Slowly, she calmed in his arms and she began
to respond to his cues, her kisses changing until she was
matching his slow and deliciously intimate tasting of her
lips.
It wasn't the first time that he'd kissed Lois, of course.
He'd kissed her as both Clark and as Superman. But it was
the first time that a kiss was - at least in the mind of
one of them - a prelude to something more. And he knew, by
the way that Lois was now pressing her body against him,
that she saw it that way.
And he wanted her too...
I know it's kind of long, but I love the story and couldn't help myself.
Caroline
