This has to be one of my most favorite scenes - ever! From Chris Mulder's Meet Me In Kansas City.
"Well, I'm sure that my habit of being extremely protective about my secret contributed to the situation. If I'd just admitted to you sooner that I wanted to talk to you about something, maybe ..."
"Maybe I still would have gotten upset, I don't know. We could play this 'maybe game' all day, Clark."
"Mm," Clark replied introspectively, as an unexpected thought occurred to him. "How about this for a 'maybe?' Maybe I should have tried for a job at the 'Daily Planet' instead of the 'Dispatch.' If we hadn't met at a convention, we might have avoided some of these problems, and ..." He grinned at her. "... maybe we'd even have our first Pulitzer by now."
That idea brought the sparkle back into her eye. "I like that! A Pulitzer for the writing team of Lane and Kent sounds really great."
"Waaaait a minute! What about Kent and Lane?"
She put her hands on her hips. "Don't be ridiculous, Clark. My name should go first."
"Oh, really!" he said with amusement in his voice.
"Why?"
"Because I'm the senior journalist."
"'Senior journalist,' huh?"
"Certainly," she retorted, in an and-don't-you-forget-it-tone. "So, for the immediate future, junior partner, once we've started working together, I mean, I think you should follow my lead."
He moved closer to her and put his arms around her, hugely entertained by Lois's competitiveness, drive and sheer bull-headedness. "I do have *some* experience in the field of journalism myself, you know. I'm not exactly a novice at this."
"Clark! This is the 'Daily Planet' we're talking about here, not the 'Smallville Post.'"
"'Press,' and I can take care of myself, Miss 'Senior Journalist.'"
"Good. Because ..." Lois looked down to confirm what she suspected -- they were leaving the floor behind again. She was determined not to let this distract her, however. "... because I did not work my buns off to become an investigative reporter for the 'Daily Planet' just so I can
baby-sit some hack from ... Smallville."
Clark had leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose, and that along with the increasing altitude, had nearly caused her to forget herself
and repeat a phrase from the story Doris had told her.
Clark didn't seem to have noticed her near slip of the tongue. "Really?" he asked softly as he kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck.
"And another thing," she said, doggedly determined not to let him <wow, that feels good!> distract her. She cleared her throat. "I'll call all the shots, I'll ask all th-the ... questions."
"Yes, ma'am." His voice got even softer as he kissed his way down to her neck.
"You are, uh, low man ..."
"Hm-mmm." He kissed her shoulder and ran one hand down the length of her arm until he'd captured her hand.
She watched, fascinated, as he raised her hand to his lips and gently kissed her palm. She was so tuned into what Clark was doing with his hands and lips, that she could barely remember what it was she wanted to say. "I ... I'm top banana, and ... and ..."
"Mmmm?" he murmured lovingly as he briefly kissed her mouth while he brought her hand up and held it against his chest.
"... and that's the way I like it." She could feel the beating of his heart through her fingertips, but she dragged her mind kicking and screaming away from such tantalizing sensations and forced it to focus on the rest of her speech. "Comprende?" she asked faintly. There! She'd had her say, and --
A very wicked light glittered in Clark's eyes as he said, matter of factly, "You like to be on top. Got it." In the next moment he'd flipped onto his back, bringing Lois with him.
She lay on his chest, clinging to him and gasping at the abruptness of this change in her circumstances, but she quickly realized that he had her, and there wasn't any danger of falling. Covering almost immediately for her show of surprise, she tossed her hair back with a flick of her head, and told him, "Nice to see that you can follow orders."
Clark looked up into her face with its adorably smug expression and laughed out loud. "Touche, Lois."
"Of course."
Now that she was comfortable again, he put his hands behind his head, looking as relaxed as if he were lying in a backyard hammock.
Not to be outdone by his nonchalant display, she rested her forearms on his chest and made a point of glancing around her casually before returning her attention to his face. She had another sassy remark all primed and ready to go, but the look she surprised in his eyes forestalled her.
He'd accorded her love and respect; shown her friendship and understanding, all of which she'd deeply appreciated, even reveled in. Now, she saw desire, too.
This was something new and thrilling. She had wondered if he could, well ... feel what human males felt; if he ever got the old "itch," for lack of a better term. After all he *was* an alien, and that uncertainty had been among the things which had made her doubt that a life-long relationship with him might be possible.
Now, in the instant before he could hide it, she'd seen for herself that he ... desired her. The knowledge of that made her love him even more. Because he'd always been such a gentleman, always considerate of her feelings and willing to follow whatever pace she'd set for their relationship, she'd underestimated the breadth of his feelings. Devotion of that caliber was unknown to her; the ability to set aside one's own wants and needs in order to accommodate a loved one hadn't been much in evidence in the Lane household.
She'd seen it now, however, and, he knew she'd seen it. His cheeks grew dully red, and his eyes were wary again. She had to let him know that it was all right, that she'd had "interesting" thoughts about him, too, but in such a way as to not embarrass him further.
She stabbed his chest with one slender finger and grinned at him provocatively, "In fact, 'junior,' *that* was nothing. You are way out of your league, Kent, and you don't even know it."
He was smiling again, and his eyes were once more alight with love. She tapped the end of his nose with that same finger, then winked at him. "If you're a good boy, though, I might show you some of my other tricks."
He gave her a look that was both full of gratitude and brimming with mischief once again. "I plan to be a very good boy, then," he told her as he took his hands from behind his head and reached to cup them on either side of her face.
She watched his face grow serious as he looked into hers. "I do know that I love you, Lois Lane," he said finally, and very sincerely, then he brought his head up for a kiss.
All the feeling that he put into that kiss both humbled and exalted her, affording her a taste of the passion for her that was inside him. "I love you, too, Clark Kent," she told him as soon as she was able to speak again.
Lois laid her head down on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was lovely to float in the air with him like this, and she had a feeling this particular activity was one in which she could happily participate for the rest of her life. "If I'd have known you guys from Krypton were so much fun, I'd have started dating one long ago," she informed him contentedly, and had her reward as his laughter echoed around the room.
She loved his laugh.
