Flying in the Fast Lane for a Day - 1/1
By Chaabreh
PG-13 Version - nFIC version available
Prologue
<Boy, it's funny how the body just doesn't work the same as you get older. Body parts that you didn't know even existed - ache for no apparent reason. You get stiff after you sit for awhile. Don't feel sexy too much anymore either. Never have found love like Lois and Clark had. The kind of love that makes you want to get a hotel room every time you make eye contact. That must be so nice. All I've ever had is that comfortable feeling you get when you know someone really well. The good, the bad, and the ugly. Too bad that kind of passion just doesn't last.
<If I just could have one wish before I die, it would be to know how it feels to have Clark/Superman/Kent in love with you and to go flying with him. A man that does the right thing *because* it's the right thing to do. A man that would never cheat on you, or lie. A good man, a man of integrity, and damn hot too. Hey, eye candy never hurt anyone! Am I being a hypocrite? Oh well,> she thought, putting the comic book down, turning the light off. Buddy, her red cocker spaniel, took his spot on the side of her left thigh. Baby, the buff cocker, was sleeping on the side of his feet at the very end of the bed.
At 6:20 a.m., the annoying sound of the alarm clock woke her up. <Working stinks, not *having* a job stinks. Is anyone ever happy?>
She looked over to her right. Disheveled bed covers greeted her. <Geez, why he can't he just once leave things neat when he gets up to go to work?> Resignedly, she got up, made the bed, got dressed, and went to work. <What am I doing in banking? I was either going to be a musician, or a journalist like Lois Lane. How did I end up doing *this* for a living?>
At 4:45 p.m., when she headed towards her car, "another day, another dollar", she saw a flash of light. Things went black. <I've never fainted before>, was her last conscious thought.
~~~~~
Metropolis
Saturday Morning in April
<Mmmmm, that feels so good>, is my first thought, as I'm feeling the warmth of a hairy leg intertwined with mine, as well as two muscular arms encircling me. <The spoon position has to be the best one. Forget about what Masters and Johnson and Dr. Ruth says!>
"Morning, honey. Did you sleep well? You were really tired when you came home from work last night. I'm sorry I had to run out on you in the afternoon but there was a fire on the bridge and emergency personnel couldn't get in so I had to airlift victims to Met General. Anyway, when I got home, you were out on the couch. I cooked you a great dinner and woke you up but you couldn’t even keep your eyes open, so I floated you to bed and undressed you. I have to admit, that was the fun part. I decided that you didn't need to wear a nightgown last night; I would keep you plenty warm."
The voice was a husky whisper and *very* sexy. Almost like – <Omigod! It's him! He's stroking my face and kissing my forehead. The love in his eyes is absolutely amazing. I'm tingling inside – feeling stuff that I didn't think I would ever feel again. I look down at my body – WOW! I'm a thirty-something again and HOT! >
"Clark – I'm not who-" I start to say, blushing. I'm in bed with – Superman! But not to worry - there is no cellulite – no wrinkles, no puffy things that don't belong. I am absolutely his for the taking. Ravish me, Superman!
"What did you say, honey?" he says, silencing me with his hungry, tasty lips. "You want to stay in bed with me all day? Make love to you until even I can't keep my eyes open?"
His smile is absolutely electrifying. He could light up the whole of New York City if he hooked his face up to a power generator and grinned just once. He climbs on top of me, forcing his arms underneath me.
All of a sudden, we're floating above the bed. I am now on top of him, running my hands everywhere, feeling his biceps and hairy, sexy chest, kissing his neck, stroking his leg.
Now, he looks at me with adoration in his eyes and says, "I love you, Lois Lane," before he loses himself in the passion of the moment. He gently floats us back down to the bed. He kisses me with deep affection, rolls me over on my side, and snakes his arms around me again, holding me warmly and tightly until we both fall back to sleep. Just before I drift off, I remember that it's Saturday and I don't have to work. Thank God! May I never wake up from this dream!
Next thing I know, Clark is gently nudging me to wake up. I look under the covers at my body! Wow, everything is still really great down there!
"Honey, what's the matter? You don't seem yourself today," Clark observes.
"I'm just so happy to have the day off and to be with you," I say with absolute truthfulness. "It looks like a beautiful spring day. Take me flying?"
"You never get sick of flying with me, do you honey? I have to admit, it *is* my best power, and the one I would miss the most."
"I'm looking forward to it just as if it was my first time flying with you," I tell him in earnest. <Geez, after all those years of dreaming about flying, I hope I don't have a fear of heights I didn't know about!>
"So where do you want to go?" Clark asks, kissing me on the forehead.
<What a dreamy guy!> I gush to myself. "Let's head west. We can stop in Smallville and visit the Kents –"
"The *Kents*? Honey, why are you being so formal? It's Mom and Dad – "
<Idiot!! You're going to blow it. You've been given this gift and you're going to blow it!>
I smile sheepishly. "Just toying with you, farm boy." <Hope he buys *that!*>
"OK, so you want to drop in on Mom and Dad, then where?"
"West to the Pacific Ocean. Let's start in San Diego and fly up the coast, along the beach. California is so beautiful from the air."
"Your wish is my command, Madame," he says playfully, helping me up. I catch a reflection of my body in the mirror by the bed. <Holy cow!! Does Lois work out or *what!* to have a figure like that! No wonder Clark's so in love with her.>
I fumble thru the dresser, grabbing a comfortable pair of black jeans and a sexy purple v-necked sweater which accentuates my figure very nicely! Looking at the size of the jeans – a 6, I gulp. <Haven't worn a size six since I was about *her* age>, I realize. <Wish someone could take my picture! No one back home would believe me!>
Clark is standing by the window, in his full Superman regalia, waiting for me to leap into his sculpted arms. "Ready, hon?" he says, again knocking me dead with his smile.
"As I'll ever be," I tell him truthfully. He motions to me to jump in the air. I do. He catches me gracefully, kissing my neck, giving me chills. He opens the window, ensures that there are no nosy neighbors lurking about, and we float thru the glass. Faster than I can follow, we are up above the skyscrapers of Metropolis. It's very reminiscent of the view of New York City from Donald Trump's helicopter when I watch The Apprentice each week. <Hmmm…. I always wondered what city Metropolis was supposed to be. Now I have the answer to *that* question, too>.
We fly over several famous bridges and a famous statue out in Hobb's Bay of a glorious lady displaying a torch. <That's me – a glorious lady, carrying a torch for a beautiful super-powered man>, I muse.
Soon we are flying over the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. Clark flies low over the trees and drops down adjacent to a mountain waterfall. He takes off his cape and we lay down on it in front of the pounding mist. We share another passionate moment, then float over the spray, deliriously in love.
<This man is absolutely perfect – handsome, gentle, sensitive – and he can *fly*!>
"I love you so much, Clark Kent," I tell him sincerely.
His eyes light up. "You are my life, Lois Lane," he replies in return. <He's so appreciative of me – treats me as if I were made of gold. What a special gift this Lois Lane woman has. I so hope she treasures this man as much as I do>.
Clothes back on, we return to the clouds, heading west, and soon the plains of the Midwest are evident down below. It's hard to describe the feeling of flying with Clark. It's wonderful – it's exciting. You look down and can't believe that there is nothing holding him – you- up there. Your perspective of the world changes. You realize how insignificant you are – and yet, one man – Superman – can make a difference. I suddenly realize how much I want to meet the parents of the man I love, have loved since I was 9 years old.
The Kent farmhouse is exactly how it's pictured in the comics. It's yellow, with a big red barn adjacent to it. Cows are grazing about, and there are cornfields everywhere. There is a large front porch with a glider and several comfortable outdoor chairs. We land and Clark spins into his civvies in front of me. I can't help it – I swoon. It's breathtaking to watch.
Suddenly panicking over how to greet "Mom" and "Dad", I walk thru the front door, following Clark to the kitchen.
Martha is beautiful – she has straight auburn hair, with a hint of gray in it. Jonathan has a youthful appearance – in his youth, he was a sun-bronzed blond –haired young man, and he has since aged *very* well. In fact, they're about my age – my *real* age. Maybe a few years older, but not much.
Martha envelopes me in a big bear hug. "Honey, it's always so nice to see you. Can you both stay for dinner?"
<Wow! A chance to experience the legendary culinary talents of one Martha Kent? I don't think I'm going to pass that up!>
Clark looks at me for approval. I nod "yes". "Do I get to have a piece of that famous apple pie, too?" I ask.
"Honey, I always have a spare apple pie in the freezer, because Clark does have a tendency to just *drop* in, if you know what I mean," Martha replies, smiling broadly. "Luckily, he can heat an apple pie up faster and more evenly than a microwave oven!"
"Yes, he's very handy in that regard," I respond, agreeing with her.
Jonathan can tell there's something different about me – I just feel it. He greets me warmly, kissing my hand, but kind of looks at me cockamamie. Nonetheless, we make pleasant banter through dinner, and about an hour before sunset, we say our goodbyes to these wonderful human beings who gave us a Superman, and before long we are flying over the Grand Canyon.
"Lois, you're looking at this as if you've never seen it before," Clark observes. "The last time I flew you out west, you said 'ah, there's just so many canyons you can look at before they get boring!' – this time, your eyes are popping out of your head in wonderment. What gives?"
<Wow – Lois really said *that*? How could she take such a glorious scene for granted?>
"Lately, I've been taking things for granted, Clark. But not any more. I want you to know that today I'm seeing the beauty in *everything*, especially my husband, the most wonderful man in the world." <Yikes! That was too sappy. Not Lois-like. He's going to be on to me soon.>
Clark looks at me strangely. "Huh. OK, honey. Did you have a really, really bad day at the Planet yesterday or something? You know you can always talk to me about anything, sweetie."
"I'm fine, Clark. Really. This is shaping up to be a really great day. Ooooh, we're at the coastline. I see the Hotel Del and Coronado Island. I'd love to have you fly me over the Golden Gate Bridge too. It's so beautiful."
Clark kisses me. "That's what I love about you, honey. You never fail to surprise me. We just did this last week, and it's like we're doing this for the first time all over again."
<Damn! There was *no* way I could have known that!>
I look down, and the San Francisco bay is now below me, in all its glory. The mountains adjacent to the burnt-orange colored bridge, the sapphire-blue water in the bay spilling into the Pacific Ocean. I breathe deeply, figuring this is a dream – but *what* a dream it is. <Sigh.>
"Let's find the tallest redwood tree on the coast," I whisper in his ear.
Heading due north towards Muir Woods National Monument, Clark locates the tallest tree, 252 feet high and probably 500 to 800 years old. "I didn't realize you were such a nature lover, Lois. Did you know that the redwoods thrive in the California and Oregon coast because of the dense fog? During the dry season, the fog condenses on the leaves and needles, then drips down to the forest floor to give moisture to the trees' massive roots."
I am impressed by his knowledge. "Wow," I gush back to him. We are floating above a tree that has a lifespan at least ten times longer than most humans. How cool it is to be with a man that can take you anywhere you want to go!
Just then, Clark cocks his head. "Honey, I'm sorry. My super-hearing just picked up a distress call from an airplane trying to land in the Oakland airport. Where do you want me to leave you?"
"Near the pedestrian walkway of the Golden Gate Bridge. The three-mile walk will do me good, and it's a beautiful clear evening. I'll be fine," I tell him. In truth, my heart is sinking. What if he doesn't come back to get me? <You're Lois Lane>, I remind myself. <He loves you. He's not like the other guys who found excuses to leave and took forever to surface again. He's Superman. He tells the truth>.
Clark drops me down away from the throng of pedestrians heading towards the bridge's walkway. Since others are watching, he puts on a formal air. "There you go, Ms. Lane. I'll let Clark know where you are." He winks at me and flies east towards Oakland.
Little kids come running up to me. "You know Superman? He's cool! How do you know him?" Their parents, dying to ask me the very same question, nonetheless silence their children and leave me alone. I walk the bridge, stopping every now and then to enjoy the scenery, realizing that a view from a bridge will never again be as impressive as the perspective from Superman's arms.
~~~~~
On the flight home, Clark tells me about a 747, carrying a full boat of passengers, that experienced engine trouble and was circling the Oakland Airport, trying to make an emergency landing. Just like in "Superman: the Movie", he flew under the wing and provided support for their landing. After ensuring that all passengers were safe and that no one would need medical attention, he flew off to find me, "Lois". I had just reached the other side of the 3-mile long bridge when he swooped down, faster than most eyes could see, gathering me in his arms for our return flight home.
It's nighttime, heading due east. I am amazed both by the darkness in certain parts of the U.S., and the dots of light in the heavier-populated areas. Clark's aura keeps me surprisingly warm as we float along. I suddenly remember the scene with Margot Kidder when they are flying over "Metropolis" – and I ask Clark to simply hold my hand so I can pretend I am flying under my own power. He smiles at me and allows my slender fingers to slide down his arm until they meet his larger fingers. He holds my hand tightly and his eyes are filled with love. Love for "Lois" – but since I’m somehow in her body, tonight, he loves *me*. And so I have fulfilled my lifelong dream – to know what true love feels like, and to fly with Superman. However long my life will be, I will now have no regrets.
We land on the roof of "our" apartment. He spins into his Clark-clothes, and we take the stairs down to our floor. He asks me if I would like a late-night snack – and, of course – I ask for "Chinese". He disappears in a flash and returns with four or five containers of the most delicious Chinese I've ever eaten.
We retire to the bedroom, where I memorize the look of love on his face when he's holding me and making love to me. It's such a contented expression, one that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I sink into a glorious, fulfilled sleep, warm inside his embrace.
~~~~~
Epilogue
She opens her eyes and Buddy jumps up and steps right on her chest, excited that the mistress of the house is finally awake. This time, there is a man, her partner of ten years, sleeping next to her. Baby is half-lying on his shoulder. She looks around at the familiar yet disappointing surroundings and sighs. <It "was" a dream, after all. It seemed so real. I can still picture how the wind felt on my face as we were floating high above the earth, what it felt like to make love outdoors, to float above a redwood tree…>
The man next to her stirs. He gets up; the dogs follow him. Shortly, he brings to her a cup of steaming coffee, freshly brewed. She thanks him, takes a sip of coffee, and puffs up her pillow. She reaches for the comic she was reading just the other day, realizing that it's Sunday. She doesn't have to work today, either. <If this was all a dream, then why I don't remember yesterday at all?> she ponders.
Her partner walks in. "Do you feel better than you did yesterday? You weren't yourself at all," he remarks.
"Really?" she replies. "I don't remember much about yesterday – it's a blur."
"All you did yesterday was look in the mirror, muttering that it was impossible to get that old and that fat in one day! What the heck was *that* all about?"
THE END
