Missing Lois - TOC Story Notes: This story is mostly set in alt-dimension, although visits to the canon dimension do happen from time-to-time.
- Clark = Alt-Clark unless otherwise noted (such as when we are in the canon dimension, then 'Clark' is canon Clark)
- Lucy El = pregnant canon Lois avoiding the curse by hiding out with alt-Clark, aka Lois's secret identity
- Lois = alt-Lois, wife of Lex Luthor
- Kal = what Lois/Lucy and alt-Clark call canon Clark
- Lola Luthor = Clois, 'wife' of Lex Luthor
- Lex Luthor = no explanation necessary, same bad guy as always, this time bald
- Junior = Lex Luthor, Jr., Lex's first born son, creator of the Neuroscanner
- Jaxon Xavier = Lex Luthor's son and spy at
The Planet, does website design and research for the paper
- Asabi = Lex Luthor's body guard and Lola's guard
- Sam Lane = alt-Lois's Dad, Lucy/Lois's doctor & roommate
- Mayor White = aka Perry White, former Editor-in-Chief at the DP
- Dr. Bernard Klein = S.T.A.R. Labs scientist and Superman's 'doctor'
- Cat Grant = helping alt-Clark out with PR on his '50 dates' charity winners and social columnist at the DP, now Acting Editor-in-Chief at the DP
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What happened in Parts 12 & 13Clark arrived in Singapore about 24 hours prior to a manmade cyclone which was about to hit the city-state. The night of the cyclone, Clark went to Lex Luthor’s Christmas party and discovered that Lex had made a decoy for him to rescue, a clone named ‘Lola’ who was willing to seduce him. Luckily for Clark, Lola turned against Lex and, on the condition that Clark promised to rescue her as well, Lola told him where to find the real Mrs. Luthor (A.K.A. Lois Lane).
Using the Neuroscanner tracking device that canon Lois had had Dr. Klein make for him, Superman found Lex, Jr. and destroyed the mind-spying and torturing machine. Superman then found his blind Lois, locked in her penthouse bedroom, and had to convince her that not only was he there to rescue her but that he could fly. Having been Lex’s prisoner and on media-blackout, she had never heard of Superman. With Lex about to bust down the door, Lois grabbed the notebooks of evidence she had collected on her husband (before Lex had blinded her) and flew out the window in Superman’s arms.
Superman left his Lois at Clark’s Smallville farmhouse as he went back to Singapore to rescue Lola.
To refresh your memory on
Chapter 4: Part 13 ***
Part 14Singapore was already a mess when Superman returned. It was disturbing how much damage could be caused in a half hour. The holiday party must have fizzled out after Lola’s last showstopper. He grinned. He couldn’t believe the clone had it in her. The power was out all over town, so most of the party guests remained in the ballroom, now only lit with emergency lights and candles.
“Where’s Lola?” Clark asked one of the party guests she had introduced him to earlier. He had changed back into his tux.
Clark had to ask five people before someone would answer him. “Luthor and his manservant took her that way.” The man pointed through the door Lola and Asabi had gone through earlier.
Clark found her room and knocked on the door, but no one answered. “Lola?” he called before x-raying the room. The frog aquarium had been dumped on the floor. Broken glass and dead frogs. This couldn’t be good.
He spun into his blue suit and returned to Lois’s room. It was empty, despite the door being left fully open. Glass littered the floor. He hadn’t broken this window, so it must have been Luthor, or the bullets, or even the storm. Superman x-rayed the neighboring rooms in the suite and the next two floors up as well. All deserted.
Clark was getting a bad feeling. He hadn’t meant to take so long with Lois. He should have just taken her back to his hotel suite, but he feared it was too close, too easily breached. Searching the entire building took a while, and with each room, his unease grew. He had promised Lola that he would rescue her. Perhaps he should have taken her first, but as it was, he barely beat Luthor back to Lois’s room…
His last stop was Lex Jr.’s basement lair. The room looked basically the same as he had left it, only Junior was gone. He must have gone up the secret staircase that Superman had found to come down. Where had Luthor taken her?
Clark went back to Lola’s room and broke down her door. The balcony door had been left open. Why would Luthor open the balcony door during a cyclone? Unless… He walked through the wind to the balcony and looked down. That was when he heard a moan. There, lying on the ground in a pool of blood, was Lola. With a swift jump, Superman landed beside her. He took her hand in his. “Lola, I’m so sorry.”
“Clark?” she whispered, her eyes opening through their slits. “Clark, you came back…”
“Of course, Lola. I promised. I’m so sorry, I’m too late.” He bent his head to hers.
“Did I do good?”
“You did wonderfully.” He smiled.
“You came back for me,” she whispered and her lips cracked upwards into a smile, before she stopped breathing altogether, her frozen eyes staring into his.
Superman bent his head and the tears rolled down his cheeks. She didn’t deserve this sort of end. He put his hand over her eyes and closed her lids. He should tell the police, but the cyclone made that basically impracticable. They would be busy dealing with the aftermath of the storm. One clone life would get lost in the mess.
Superman scooped her into his arms and jumped back to her balcony with her. He passed building residents, party guests and workers, but did not see them. They all stopped and stared as Superman, with tears running down his face, walked by carrying a once beautiful but now bloody body. A few people gasped and turned away, but they all knew who had hurt the woman who had humiliated Lex Luthor at his own Christmas party. Superman walked through an already broken window in the building’s lobby and took off into the air.
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You’re free, Lois. His words echoed in her heard. Was she? Really? After all this time? This man – this flying man – damn, she forgot to ask him his name. But as things were, it really didn’t matter. It would when she finally got back to Metropolis, back to Perry and the
Daily Planet and started writing her story. She didn’t need eyesight to write. She just needed a notebook and a pen. Or a keyboard attached to a computer. Just put her hands on the right keys and give her a good editor – or maybe just a copy writer – to clean up her typos and to read back what she had written. She sighed. The
Daily Planet. Was she finally going to be able to go home?
Lois. She never thought hearing someone speak her name would make her feel so good. It was like someone letting light into her darkness. She sighed. Figurative light, metaphorical even. But real darkness. God, she hated Lex. She wished she had never met him. Never set foot inside that gun crate. That had been stupid. Extremely stupid. Even if it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Lois scoffed at herself as she shook her head.
Idea? She hadn’t thought about it. She hadn’t planned. She had just climbed into the crate, living up to her “Leap First Lois” nickname she had earned at the
Planet.
No. If she was going to be truthful with herself, “Leap First Lois” wasn’t what she was really known as at the
Planet. “Hurricane Lane” had been what people whispered behind her back and sometimes even said to her face. And it would be an even more popular nickname now that she had survived a cyclone as well.
But she hadn’t earned the nickname just for riding through that hurricane – what was it now? Six? Seven years ago? – on that National Guard Search-and-Rescue boat. Lois wanted to roll her eyes, but the action seemed pointless and a bit ironic in light of her current disability. No, she had earned that hideous nickname – was it Cat who had given it to her? Wouldn’t that be a bit of the pot calling the kettle black? – for the way she ‘blew’ through men like a hurricane. Wouldn’t they all laugh to hear – not that
she would tell them, but being the biggest gossips in the world, her fellow reporters would somehow find out – that she had had sex – Lois shivered at the thought of sex with Lex – with only one man in the past three -- or was it four? – years?
OK. Yes. Technically, she and Lex were husband and wife. Ugh. She
had said, “I do.” Lois shivered again. Which had been more stupid, climbing into the gun crate or marrying Lex? Six of one, half dozen of the other. If she hadn’t climbed into the gun crate, she wouldn’t have been knocked around during the flight to Berkistan. Those guns wouldn’t have knocked into her head and made her lose her memories. She wouldn’t have been so dehydrated and hungry that she had been delusional enough into thinking that Lex was some sort of “philanthropist missionary” who had saved her from the gun runners – instead of being their boss. She had believed all of his lies.
Lois put a hand on her face as she pulled the blanket tighter around herself, ashamed and embarrassed that she had been so gullible. He had told her that she was a lounge singer by the name of Lola Dane. That name
had sounded familiar. Of course it did; it was one of her aliases. And she
could sing, she discovered, so of course she thought Lex was telling her the truth.
Lex had then wined and dined her, flown her to exotic locales. Put her up in the nicest of hotels. So, when he had asked her to marry him, she had said “yes.” Why not? It seemed like a good life. He
seemed like a good man. Lies. All lies. She should have been suspicious when the marriage license had had the name Lois Lane instead of Lola Dane.
“Typo,” Lex had told her. “We’ll fix it later.”
And that postcard to her father… Oooh. Her father! Lois couldn’t wait to give him her two cents about
his involvement with Lex. Lois sighed. But her Daddy had been working with her hero, her rescuer. Her flying man. She knew her father loved her. He hadn’t given up on her. She sighed again. But like Lois, her father sometimes jumped into things without proper planning. She had forgiven her father for his part in this whole episode – mostly -- a couple of years back, when Lex told her about her funeral.
This was after she had regained her memories, long after she had kicked Lex out of her bed. She shivered again. She hated how out-of-control she had been when she had had amnesia, how open to suggestion. Ugh. How she had let Lex tell her what to do and she had done it.
Never, never again! She was ‘Hurricane Lane!’ Men were to be used and discarded! Lois groaned. She didn’t really feel that way. True, she used to treat men that way sometimes, but only because she hadn’t wanted them to do that to her first. She hadn’t wanted to give them the power to control which direction the ‘relationship’ would go.
Used to? She scoffed at herself again. ‘Before she had gotten married.’
Lois had been a born-again virgin –
Ew. even to her that sounded bad. Over the past few years, she had embraced her inner celibate side. She wouldn’t let Lex get anywhere near her sexually. The one time he had threatened to force himself on her if she didn’t comply with his wishes, she had told him in no uncertain terms that she would kill herself before she would let any man do that to her again. And Lex had believed her – probably because she had meant it and because she had held a steak knife from dinner to her wrist when she had told him that. Lex was a skilled fighter. She had seen his ability at fencing and she had seen him kill a man with his bare hands when one of his servants had messed up, so she knew better than to turn the blade on her husband.
But Lois had seen fear in Lex’s eyes that day she had held that knife to her wrist. The sick, perverted evil man actually thought he loved her – in his own vulgar, demented way. Lex hadn’t wanted her to die. He might bend over backwards with crazy gadgets, gizmos, tonics and perfumes to try to brainwash her into liking him again. He might hold her prisoner, deny her access to her friends and family and the
Daily Planet, structure her life, deny her freedom, even blind her, but he hadn’t wanted her to die… he just wanted her to love him again. Ugh. And with that one weakness – his one flaw – Lex had given her back power and control of
their relationship.
Lex knew he couldn’t force himself on her without her killing herself – and she would have found a way to do it if he had tried – and since he didn’t want her dead, he never tried… never called her bluff. Thank goodness. The consequences would have been fatal. Lex wanted Lois to love him, desire him – and she shuddered whenever she thought this – again. Although, she had never loved Lex, even when she had thought she was Lola Dane. She shivered again – at least not with her heart. She wished that someone would invent a device to wipe the bad memories of sex with Lex from her mind. Those thoughts always left her with a bitter, vomity taste in her mouth.
After Lois had realized that
she now had all the power to allow him access – fat chance – or deny him access to her body, she realized that she was perfectly safe as his prisoner. He had lost the edge in their relationship. He could and had done things to try to change her desire – or in this case, lack of desire – for him, but those had ended up being more temporary annoyances. And because she had all the power – she had been able to keep her wits about her, despite the numerous tests and the lack of freedom. She had kept trying to escape, to contact the
Daily Planet, knowing full well that Lex wouldn’t harm her or let others harm her.
That first man whom Lex had killed in front of her was a waiter who had tripped and accidently spilled hot soup on her. She had survived with very minor burns; the waiter had been strangled within seconds of the incident. That was the only edge Lex still had held over her: what he would do, could do, and had done to others in her name or under the veil of ‘protecting her.’ It hadn’t happened often, especially after she told Lex that she would never sleep with him again because he was a murderer, but Lex still loved demonstrating this little bit of power over her, from time to time.
Lois shivered and it wasn’t just from thinking about Lex.
I’m officially cold. Kansas, huh? Well, at least she was back in the States. She wondered why her flying man had brought her here instead of back to Metropolis. Was it because she was blind and couldn’t fend for herself? Was it because his plans had gone out the window – no pun intended – when he learned he would have to rescue Lola, too? Or was it because it was a house where she would be safe from Lex and his thugs?
Clark Kent’s childhood home… she had endlessly fantasized about the man and here she was in his family’s home. Lois stood up and walked slowly forward, not knowing what she would find.
Damn! She should have just stuck to hugging the walls like she usually did in new places. After about five steps, she had bumped into a piece of furniture, a dresser. She opened the top drawer. Underwear, socks and bras. What had he said?
“Your clothes are in the closet and drawers.” My clothes? He couldn’t have really meant
her clothes. He must have meant clothes
for her. How long was he planning for her to stay here? And why would Clark Kent have women’s clothes at his family home? A sharp pang gripped her chest. He must have married that blonde bitch from the engagement announcement she had seen last year.
OK. That wasn’t fair. Lois didn’t know that the blonde woman was a bitch, per se. Maybe she was very nice. Lois’s stomach turned. But the woman had looked so smug, her hand on Clark’s chest like she owned him. Oh, right. If Clark had married the blonde, he then – officially -- would be hers.
Lois took a deep breath. She didn’t know the guy. He was free to have a life of his own. That announcement had ruined last year’s New Year… well, what bits of it weren’t already ruined by Lex and Lex Jr. Had Clark proposed to his girlfriend on Christmas? Had it been a large or small wedding? Had he taken her to Paris on a honeymoon? Lois had always wanted to go to Paris, the city of love. Were they happy? And if they were, why would Lex and Lex Jr think he would have fallen for Lola’s charms? And why hadn’t Lex told her about the wedding? He knew about her silly crush on the reporter. Damn Lex Jr and that mind control device he had used on her. Spying on her using her own eyesight, that was pretty darn low. Luckily, she was blind before he had got it working again. Lois sighed. Yeah, lucky her.
A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away. Clark Kent. Married.
Stop torturing yourself, Lois. Clark Kent was just a fantasy anyway. You knew that. No man would ever be so sweet and loving and caring and heroic and brave as the man you pictured Clark to be, she told herself. He wouldn’t ever sweep her off her feet and carry her off into the sunset.
He hadn’t rescue her from Lex, anyway. The flying man had.
But Clark had sent him.
Lois shook her head. She really needed to ask the flying man his name. She couldn’t keep calling him ‘the flying man.’ That would be her first order of business when he returned with Lola.
She opened another drawer. Shirts. Another drawer. Pants and jeans. Did she and the new Mrs. Kent even wear the same size? Men never thought ahead about details like that. She sighed.
Mrs. Kent. She opened the bottom drawer and felt inside. Sweaters. Thank goodness. Finally something she could wear. She pulled on a sweater and shut the drawer.
Time to do some exploring and find out if she was as free as the flying man had said she was. She hadn’t heard anyone else in the house since they had arrived. So no guards. She could always hear the guards outside her doors of her suite in the tower. Talking. Eating. Snoring. There had always been someone there guarding her door.
Was there surveillance? Secret camera? Or was it just as the flying man had said: she was safe and in Clark Kent’s home? But why wasn’t anyone here?
Right. Clark and Bitch Kent probably lived in Metropolis being that he worked at the
Daily Planet. Why did thinking of Clark Kent as married create an ache in her chest so? She had never met the man. She probably wouldn’t recognize those dark eyes, broad shoulders and charming smile if she saw him walking down the street. If she could see, that was. She could hardly remember what he looked like now. Was her memory of that photo even accurate? Or had her imagination embellished it?
Clark Kent had never given up on her. She was amazed at how this stranger had kept looking for her even after they had put up that ridiculous and completely unwarranted tombstone in the cemetery. But Lois must have been just another story to him. He surely wasn’t harboring a secret fantasy life about her, not while being married and living with blondie.
Slowly, Lois explored the entire top floor of the house. None of the rooms had locked doors. She hadn’t come across any guards or workers or servants. True to her flying man’s word – Lois was free. Carefully, she made her way downstairs. There was a fire in the living room and it was much warmer down there. After a few more minutes of wall hugging and bumping into furniture, Lois found the front door.
It really was cold outside. It felt good to have fresh, sharp air touch her cheeks. How long had she lived in the humidity of Singapore? The coldness in her lungs tasted like independence, like freedom. She wondered when in the year it was. She had lost count a while back. December? They hadn’t celebrated Christmas yet. Was it even after Thanksgiving?
After a while, she couldn’t bear the coldness any longer and shut the door, returning to the warmth of the living room. She didn’t stay there long, since she figured an open flame and blindness were a bad combo for her. More wall hugging and eventually she found the kitchen. She would have Lola make her something when the flying man brought her clone. Although, truth be told, the thought of Lola loose in a kitchen seemed more dangerous than that open fireplace in the living room. Lois wasn’t really hungry.
Not for food anyway, but she was hungry for information. What had everyone thought of her ‘death’ and ‘disappearance’? Did Perry really think she was gone? Who was this flying man? How had he known her? Right. Clark Kent had sent him to find her. And he knew her father. Daddy never would have given up on her. What had happened in the world since Lex had her blinded and refused to read the news to her? He hadn’t even allowed her television, the monster. News to Lois was like food for a normal person. She was starving.
Lois returned to the living room and found her way to the stairs. Maybe the flying man would give her some information. Tell her more about Clark Kent. Her fantasy hero. Her pipe dream she had clung to in the darkness of her lonely nights. She knew he couldn’t possibly be as wonderful as she had imagined. No man was. They all just wanted a woman for sex. Wham! Bam! Thank you, Ma’am.
She made it back upstairs and to ‘her’ room. Sitting down on the bed, Lois covered herself with the quilt again. Then she double-checked that her bag of notebooks was still where she had left them. She really should hide them, so no one else would steal them. She had been guarding them so long, they felt like her ‘babies.’ She bent over and slid the bag under the bed and put down the bedskirt again. That would do for now.
Lois wanted to be held, comforted, caressed, and loved intimately. She desperately wanted to get rid of this numbness that had come over her since she realized that she would never get her chance with Clark Kent – her personal hero – because he was married.
Then she laughed.
You’re married, too, numbskull, she reminded herself. She knocked that thought out of the air. She hadn’t really been ‘married’ to Lex since she read that first article in the
Daily Planet written by Clark Kent. There was something about him, about his name even, that was familiar. She didn’t know what it was or how or why, but she had realized she knew him. And that was when she started to realized she might not actually
be Lola Dane.
Lois heard a door open and shut downstairs. He had been gone for what felt like hours. She was getting worried. Hadn’t he said that he would be right back with Lola? Since he could travel around the world in minutes, she had thought a few minutes would be a few minutes.
She walked downstairs touching both the wall and the handrail. Months of blindness had taught her to walk slowly in unfamiliar places. Still, Lois hated maneuvering down staircases, not knowing how many steps before she hit bottom, so she counted as she descended them. Seven down, turn on the landing, eight more until the ground level. She wished she had counted them when she came down earlier, so she would already know. Fifteen. She heard someone in the living room, crying.
As she approached, he simply said, “She’s dead,” and started crying again.
Lois ran her fingers along the back of the couch until she found the end. Then she sat down next to him. Feeling along the cushions until she found him, Lois wrapped her arms around him, trying her best to comfort this man who had rescued her. “It’s not your fault,” she murmured.
“Yes, it is. I promised her I would rescue her from him and I didn’t. It’s my fault that she died.”
Lois could feel he was dirty and muddy and wondered what else he had been doing. “How did she die?” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer. Lex could be a cruel, cruel man.
The man gulped. “He threw her off a fifth floor balcony.”
Lois winced at this news, but was not surprised.
He drew in a gasp of air. “She died about a minute after I found her.” His head moved from her shoulder to her chest as he cried out in so much anguish, she wondered if this was the first time he had ever cried.
“Lex did this, not you. You went back for her. You fulfilled your promise. He killed her, not you,” she told him.
“It could have been you,” he murmured.
“No. Lex loves me. He’s a sick bastard, but he has never hurt me, physically.”
“You are blind.”
“Right.” She chuckled. “You’ve got me there. But Lex always told me it was temporary, reversible. He’s a psychopath, but everything he did to me was to try to brainwash me in his bizarre way into loving him again. He hated that when I had regained my memory, I no longer wanted anything to do with him.”
“Do not excuse his behavior,” her hero growled.
“Believe me, I’m not. I’m thankful you rescued me first. Otherwise, I’d still be his prisoner.” She ran her fingers through his hair. It was dirty, drenched in mud. “Still being tortured by Lex, Jr.”
“I should have brought her with me when I came to get you. That’s what I should have done…”
“Stop it! It’s not your fault that she died. Don’t keep going back over everything you could have or should have done. The past is the past. You did what you did and I, for one, am thankful. Hate me, if you wish, for living when she died. But I’m happy that I’m free and nothing you will say will ever change that.”
“I could never hate you, Lois,” he murmured.
“Of course, you could.” She smiled. “I’m easy to hate. I’m stubborn as all get out. I never admit I’m wrong, even when I am. I always have to be right. I ramble incessantly. I eat way too much chocolate – although, technically, you’d have to be pretty shallow to hate me for that…”
He tilted his face towards her; she sensed he was looking at her.
“You know, this isn’t fair. You know what I look like, but I have no idea what you look like.”
“Does it really matter?” the man murmured, tensing.
He was nervous. Interesting. This made her more curious. Why did he not want her to know what he looked like? He had felt like a man when he carried her from Singapore. Was there something about him physically that he didn’t want her to know about?
“Oh, great. Now, you’re going to add superficial and shallow to that list. I’m a reporter. I need to know everything before I form an opinion. Hold still. I’m going to look at you.”
Lois could feel him smile as she ran her fingers around his face. It seemed like a decent face, no blemishes at least. “Hmmm. I found one problem with you.”
She could feel concern form across his face. It mattered what she thought of him. She continued, “Actually, two things, but they are easily fixable. First, you’re upside down.” He smiled again and she could almost swear she heard a slight chuckle. She could feel his smile because her hands were still on his cheeks.
He sat up and without him against her, Lois felt cold once more. She took hold of his shoulders and slid onto his lap.
Her hero was no longer wearing that skin-tight outfit with the cape he had been wearing earlier. He had changed into jeans and a flannel shirt. He stiffened uncomfortably as she settled in his lap.
“Ah. Lois, I don’t think…”
“Shhh. I’m looking at you,” she whispered, starting to feel his face once more.
Lois started with his eyebrows. She felt his bone structure, his jaw, his cheekbones, his ears, his nose, his lips.
The man swallowed.
Lois had no idea what he looked like, but he felt divine.
He cleared his throat. “What’s the other thing wrong with me?”
Lois could feel him looking up at her, curious. She loved talking with him like this; it was almost as if she could see his reaction with her fingers. “You’re filthy. What have you been up to, besides saving the world?”
He looked away, but he couldn’t get away from her because she still held his face. The tears started again. Damn. She knew what he was going to say.
“I buried her. I couldn’t leave her there to be added to a list of cyclone victims. Gone. Forgotten. Without friends or loved ones. I couldn’t do that, not after I failed…” He couldn’t say anymore because Lois covered his mouth with hers.
The electricity from that one kiss set her on fire. After three years of forced celibacy, fighting off the advances of a lovesick psychopath, the first man she met was a genuine superhero, who cried at the death of her clone. How could she resist him?
This man made her whole body tingle in a way she had never felt before. Never had a man made her feel like this. Never. Blondie could keep Clark Kent. Lois would take this flying man instead.
“Oh, my.” Lois moaned kissing him deeper, pulling him closer. He was so hot, he melted that cold chill, the numbness she had felt since arriving in Kansas. “Amazing.” She slid her fingers under his shirt and he jumped.
“Lois,” he murmured between kisses. “This isn’t a good idea.”
She didn’t listen to him, because he didn’t believe his own chivalrous words. He was returning her kisses, so she continued to unbutton his shirt. Suddenly, Lois stopped. “You are right. This isn’t a good idea.”
Grabbing his hand, she slid off his lap.
His whole body was hard. Not cold hard like metal, but a firm, solid, muscular hard. She found it difficult to separate herself from him.
Lois wondered what it would feel like to the touch that body. Skin to skin.
If you sleep with him, you control the relationship, her mind told her.
He can’t break your heart.“Be my eyes and make sure I don’t hit anything.” Lois led him to the stairs, but he navigated them there safely. She smiled, touching the handrail. “We make a good team.”
Lois ran up the stairs, pulling him along behind her.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Landing, turn right. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. At the top of the stairs she stopped. She pointed at the room he had given to her. “My bedroom, right?”
“Lois, this isn’t…”
She ignored him and continued down the hall to the left. She stopped at the first door. “What’s this?”
“Another bedroom,” he replied, before being pulled further down the hall.
“Here?”
“The bathroom.”
Lois had discovered it earlier, but he didn’t need to know that. She opened the door and flipped on the light switch. “For the darkness challenged.” She pushed him inside. “Got towels?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Hit the showers. You’re gritty and muddy.”
The man laughed. It wasn’t what he was expecting. She liked the sound of his laughter.
Lois grabbed him and pressed another kiss on his lips. “Go. Clean up.” She spanked his butt and shut the door.
A minute after the water turned on – and she counted to sixty – Lois opened the door and went inside.
***
Clark chuckled as she shut the bathroom door. He didn’t think he had the willpower to resist her after those kisses. If he had been wearing his glasses, they would have been steamed. He quickly stripped out of his muddy clothes and turned on the coldest shower in Kansas.
Wow! She was hot. The cold water on his hot skin steamed up the bathroom. He was so busy washing his hair that he did not notice her until her head appeared in his shower.
“Lois!” he gasped, trying to cover himself.
“Don’t worry.” She smiled. “I won’t peek.”
“Lois, what are you doing in here?”
“I got a little dirty myself,” she replied, holding out her hands towards the water. “Now, turn up the hot water because some of us are liable to succumb to hypothermia.”
“Lois, you are not coming into… okay, you are…” He couldn’t finish that thought.
“The hot water please or you’ll have to think of another way to warm my body up.”
Clark hadn’t noticed the temperature of the water until she said that, because he felt like he had melted and gone down the drain. He rotated around and turned up the hot water. He knew he shouldn’t face her, but he was afraid of what she might do if he couldn’t see her coming. Hesitantly, he turned back around. She was twisting her long brown tresses into a knot. Clark swallowed when Lois held out her hand.
“Soap, please? You wouldn’t want me to feel around for it, would you?”
He didn’t, so he handed her the bar of soap, which -- in hindsight -- had been an equally bad idea.
*** The End of Chapter 4 ***
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