by Menolly
Choc Ness Monster. Lois laughed at the absurd name, but her memory brought
the taste of the mixture of whisky and chocolate that the Fudge Castle had created
as their international celebration of the new millenium, launching it in Scotland.
She had a vague idea the founder of the Fudge Castle had Scottish ancestry,
how diluted she didn't know, but the taste in her memory brought through other,
connected, remembrances ....
Dinner was over, Lois pushed away the remains of dessert with regret, the spoon sliding in the the melting ice-cream. "I'm stuffed," she said, smiling at Clark as he sat across the table from her "but that was wonderful ... ". Clark laughed. They followed the others, rising from the table, and Lois walked around to Clark's side as the tables and benches were cleared away. "I'll be back in a second," she said, "but I need my lipstick ..." She burrowed in the sporran Clark wore, grinning as he took a sharp intake of breath as her fingers brushed against him.
"Minx" he muttered.
"And you love it" she replied, rising on her toes to kiss him before slipping away out of the hall, pausing for a moment at a window in the corridor to watch the snow falling on the mountains around, lit by the bright moonlight.
She returned a little later and sat, curled in a chair in the corner of the hall, watching the circling dancers in the centre. On the far side of the room, above the crowd in a minstrels' gallery, fiddlers and accordionists had started to play to the dancers whilst she was out of the room. The sconces on the stone walls cast a never-changing light over the party, the flames revealing the rich tapestries and dark oil portraits of long-dead clansmen decorating the room. Shadows fell against the dark wooden and leather furniture which had been used for dinner, and was now pushed against the walls to create a dancing space, and lit the two hundred people thronging the space, most of them dancing although a few, like her, were just sitting and watching. Lois absently looked for Clark amongst the dancers, sitting up a little straighter as he came into view, turning past another dancer. She wondered, not for the first time, where he'd learnt to dance. She remembered something about a princess .. no, that was formal dancing, not this Scottish thing. What was it described as? A ceilidh, that was it. She settled back in the warm chair, the fire nearby heating the room with a gentle scent of peat.
Clark slid away again, amongst the dancers, and Lois settled back in the chair, trying to memorize the scene. Perry was expecting an article out this. Admittedly a fluff piece, a Millenium Hogmanay in Scotland was hardly going to be anything else, but Lois was grateful for the peace and quiet for once, and the opportunity to spend a few days away from Metropolis, largely alone with Clark. She couldn't remember the last holiday they'd taken, and she was tired. She laughed to herself, amused by the fact that these days she was prepared to admit to herself that she needed a break. Just as long as it didn't become general knowledge, she thought, or her reputation would be in shreds.
Clark left the group of dancers for a moment at a break between dances, walking over to Lois. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned at the sight of her curled up in the chair.
Lois smiled at him. "I'm fine, just a little tired, but it's nice to just sit and watch." Her eyes were soft with sleep, and Clark bent down to kiss her.
"Do you want me to stay with you?" Lois shook her head.
"No, I'm enjoying watching you dance," she said with a smile "go on, get back to it". Clark kissed her again, then moved back into the group in the centre of the room, picking up the dance as he rejoined.
The music changed, forming a swirl of sound that was echoed in the kilts of the dancers spinning out as they turned. Clark was still near to Lois, and she watched, sleep forgotten, as the material rose and fell over his thighs with each twist, the play of his muscles under the skin as he moved accentuated by the shadows cast by the flames in the sconces. The black and green kilt rose a little higher with a sharp turn, and Lois leant forward as she recalled something Cat had once said about what was traditionally worn, or more accurately not worn, under a kilt. Clark had borrowed the dress kilt from someone, Lois couldn't remember who, and had changed whilst she was in the shower earlier, so she had no idea whether he'd gone with the tradition. The pleats in the heavy fabric swung out with each twist, each turn, and Lois grew mesmerised by the flashes of skin and the possibility ...
Clark saw her leaning forward, and between turns watched her face, seeing the expressions flitting across it as she watched him. He smiled, a slightly wicked grin, as he realised what it was she was watching, and what he suspected she was thinking. He put a little more energy into the next turn, sending the kilt flying, wrapping around his upper thighs before swirling back round to fall to his knees, his smile widening as he watched Lois' rapt attention, her eyes widening involuntarily.
Lois swallowed, then looked up to Clark's face. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, she realised, seeing the amusement there. She smiled to herself, planning some small revenge, as Clark was lost in the crowd of dancers as the dance shifted across the floor. She leaned back in the chair, dropping the wrap she wore around her shoulders as she moved, so that it fell to her elbows. Clark came back out to the edge of the circle, turning to look at her as he followed the pattern of the music and dance. Lois flicked out the tip of her tongue and ran it along her lower lip, looking directly at him as she did so, laughing to herself as she held his gaze. His next turn around, she slid her hands up to her neck, as though stretching, and slipped one of the straps of her dress from her shoulder, letting it slide down her arm, the dress falling a little way with it until it stopped, resting on the upper curve of her breasts.
Clark stumbled slightly as he watched, missing the beat. Now it was Lois' turn to smile, as she watched him turning away again in the courtly procession of the dance. The music grew faster, the dance more energetic, but Lois saw no-one but Clark, her eyes drawn to the glimpses of his legs as the kilt flew higher with each turn. She could feel the familiar heat washing through her, and moistened her lips again as Clark looked her way, then, bringing her hand to her mouth, slipped a finger between her lips, closing them and slowly pulling her finger out as she sucked on it, all the while holding Clark's gaze as he stopped dancing and walked quickly towards her, the heat in her eyes mirrored in his as they glowed a warm brown, the fire in the grate and the fire within him reflected in them.
He stopped in front of her and took her hand, pulling her from the chair, and started to walk quickly back across the hall, holding her hand. They hurried down a corridor, ducking through a small wooden door and rapidly climbing the winding steps which lay behind it, reaching up to one of the small turrets. About half-way up, Clark stopped abruptly, pulling Lois to him and kissing her, hard, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as his hands slid down her, gliding over the dress she wore, following the curves of her breasts, over her stomach, and started to pull the dress up, bunching the material in his hands. He stopped for a moment, looking at Lois as she protested at the interruption, her eyes half-closed and glazed with arousal.
"I was going to ask whether this was alright" he said, his voice thick with his own arousal, "but I think you just answered that". He laughed a little shakily, the laugh turning to a gasp as Lois found her way through the fabric of the kilt, part of her mind registering that he did follow tradition as her hand curled around him, cupping him. Clark slid the fabric of her dress up to her waist, and curved his hand between her legs, pushing aside the scrap of lace she wore as underwear. Lois arched against him, damp and ready as his fingers tested her. She groaned softly, pulling him to her with her free hand as she stroked him urgently.
"Now" she said, her voice almost lost as she kissed him. Clark twisted the lace in one large hand, snapping it, then lifted her against the wall, bracing himself on two steps as she pulled the heavy pleats of his kilt up and out of the way, then thrust into her. Lois arched again, pushing against him to take him in, needing to feel him as far inside as possible, squirming a little as the arousal which had built up whilst she watched the dance, and had been inflamed in the hurry to leave the hall for some privacy, caught fire. Clark rocked against her once, then twice, his mouth pushing the silk covering her breast out of the way, the strap sliding further down her arm, as he fastened onto her breast, his tongue teasing and lapping at her nipple as he continued to push into her, withdrawing slightly then plunging in again. Lois sighed, a sharp high sound, breathing his name as she lost control, clenching around him at the dual sensations, the feel of his mouth on her tugging directly at the muscles surrounding him. Clark felt her release as he let himself go, his last thrust into her spilling heat through her.
Lois dropped her head against Clark's as he kissed her breast once more, a soft promise of a kiss, then raised his head to kiss her mouth, soothing the tension ebbing from them both. He withdrew slowly, then lowered her to the steps, holding her until certain she was balanced. He drew the strap of her dress back up onto her shoulder, and covered her shoulders with the wrap, as Lois smoothed the dress back down over her hips. She looked up at him with a smile, reassuring the faint concern which showed in his face at the speed and urgency of their lovemaking.
"That could have had a little more finesse" he said with a smile that echoed hers.
"I don't think either of us were in the mood for finesse" replied Lois, kissing him. "I could get used to kissing you like this, you know. Standing a couple of steps up, I'm level with you" she smiled, looping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. Clark laughed quietly, the sound absorbed by their mouths, then put his arm around Lois. She stooped suddenly, picking up the lace he'd inelegantly dealt with and tucking it into his sporran. "I think this'll avoid anyone asking questions" she laughed, moving back into his embrace as they walked down the stairs again.
They snuck back through the door. "Do you want to return to the dance?" asked Clark as they entered the corridor.
"No, I think I'd just like to go back to our room" replied Lois. Clark tightened his arm around her a little more, holding her closer, as they walked down the sweeping stairs to the front door. As they stepped through the door into the swirling snow, a carriage drew up. They entered, and Clark tucked a rug around Lois' legs for the short journey to the nearby guest quarters where they were staying. Lois relaxed against him, her hand tucking under the short jacket he wore as she rested her head on his shoulder. As they reached the door of the separate wing where the guests were staying, Clark picked Lois up and walked into the warm entrance hall. Still carrying her in his arms, he took her up to their room on the first floor and put her on the bed. Lois closed her eyes briefly, sinking into the warm sheets and pillows. Clark smiled at her, then moved across to the window, watching the snow fall. Lois got up from the bed and went to stand behind him, her arms sliding around him in a hug. Clark smiled at her reflection and turned a little to move her around in front of him, his chin resting on her head as he put his arms around her, Lois' hands covering his. They both stood for a while, enjoying the simple embrace, watching the snow tumbling past the window in lazy drifts of flakes.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Lois, her voice quiet with her own thoughts. Clark was silent for a while, and Lois looked at his reflection, watching him struggle to form the thoughts into words.
"I'm not sure. Everything and nothing. Just the pleasure of being here with you, alone, no interruptions from work or from anyone else, for what seems like the first time in a very long time. I suppose thinking a little about what's to come for us, but that's inevitable. It's the New Year, after all, and something of a one-off .. a new year, new century, new millenium ..." his voice trailed off, then he laughed. "Well, technically that's all next year, but everyone seems to have decided to celebrate it this year."
"What do you think will happen for us?" asked Lois, isolating the words that seemed to mean most to him, and to her.
"Again, I'm not sure. Just hopes, mostly that we stay this happy. Vague thoughts about a family. That sort of thing." Clark hugged her a little closer, kissing the top of her head.
"I'd been wondering about that ..." Lois said, stopping to marshal her thoughts, and re-started. "We talked some time ago about a family and ... well, I'd been wondering whether to refill my prescription. I took the last one yesterday, and it's been so crazy recently that I haven't had time to get to the doctor." She stopped again, watching for his reaction. Clark closed his eyes, holding her tighter still. She could feel him shake slightly against her, and started to speak again, nervousness colouring her voice "I mean, if that's alright .. it just seems like ... we're settled. Personally and professionally. If not now, then when ... you know ... I'm babbling again, aren't I? Say something ... please"
Clark turned her around to face him, and cupped her face in his hands, and bent to her, his mouth soft and incredibly sweet against hers, gentle kisses dropped against her lips. "Yes. No. I mean, don't get the prescription refilled. Heaven alone knows whether this will even work, but yes" he said, the kisses growing deeper and warmer as he spoke, and he pulled her closer. "Are you sure?" he asked, needing to hear her confirmation.
"Yes. Scared, a little, but yes, I'm sure." Lois spoke calmly, the decision bringing a serenity she hadn't known she possessed, as she felt pieces in her life suddenly slide into place, pieces she hadn't realised were missing. "And it will work. Don't ask how I know, I just do."
They stood still again, a single silhouette against the window, as Clark tucked her head against his shoulder, bending his head over hers, his breath whispering inaudible hopes and his love for her against her hair. Later, neither knew how much later, Lois lifted her head and kissed him briefly, then moved away, walking back to the bed and sitting on it. She held her hand out to him, and Clark started to move towards her, then stopped, a smile forming on his lips as he sat in a nearby chair. Lois looked at him, a slightly puzzled look on her face, and he quirked his eyebrows at her, his smile widening.
He bent down and started to unfasten the black shoes he wore, unwrapping the laces that crossed up his legs over the socks, then toeing off the shoes from his feet. Next he slid his thumbs into the top of the cream woollen socks that formed part of the formal dress kilt outfit, and eased the left sock down, pulling a small ceremonial dagger from the right sock before easing that down as well. He kicked off the socks as he laid the dagger on a nearby side table. Swiftly unpinning the silver pin holding the kilt flat, he laid that beside the dagger. He stood up, smiling quietly as he watched Lois as she stared at his slow movements. Her rapt fascination fed the arousal in him that hadn't quite died from their earlier lovemaking, and he could feel himself starting to harden again under her gaze.
Clark unbuckled the belt around his kilt, laying it and the sporran clipped to it on the chair behind him. The pocket in the sporran wasn't fastened, and Lois' lipstick and the scrap of lace she'd stuffed in there earlier rolled out, falling onto the floor. Neither of them noticed. Clark shrugged off the short black dress jacket he wore, letting it fall behind him. Lois swallowed, her tongue flicking out to moisten her suddenly dry lips as she felt heat curling through her again at his unhurried performance and the sight of his chest outlined by the tight-fitting waistcoat he wore, revealed as the jacket slid from his shoulders. Clark felt a shiver run through him at the sight of the tip of her tongue sliding over her lips, and forced himself back to the task at hand, to unfasten the black waistcoat, working the large square, silver, buttons through their buttonholes with a quiet concentration, then dropping the waistcoat, letting it fall on the jacket. He pulled the crisp white shirt he wore from the kilt, and undid the black bowtie at his collar with a simple tug, letting it hang loose around his neck. He raised his hands to undo the buttons of his shirt, moving slowly, his smile and his arousal growing as he watched Lois hesitate as though she wanted to rise and take over, then stay on the bed, transfixed by his actions as he lazily undid the shirt, taking his time over each button.
Lois groaned softly at the time he was taking, unable to tear her eyes away from his hands and the sight of his chest revealed by the slowly-opening shirt. Eventually he reached the last button, and opened the shirt, pulling it back down his arms to fall behind him. Lois sighed in pleasure at the sight of him, the muscles in his chest flexing as he let the shirt drop. Clark moved his hands to the buckle on the side of the kilt, then stilled, leaving his hands there. Lois' gaze followed his hands, watching, her lips slightly parted in anticipation. When he stilled, she looked up, meeting his eyes and the slight smile in them as he saw her frustration. Holding her gaze with his own, letting her see everything he was feeling, Clark undid the buckle at the side of the kilt, and the small fastening inside the pleats on the other side, and let the fabric drop as he walked across to her. Lois tore her gaze from his as she heard the soft thud of the kilt on the carpet, her eyes widening and a soft smile forming as she looked at him, at the promise of his arousal and the shift of the muscles under his skin as he walked towards her.
Her smile broadening lazily, she stopped Clark as he reached forher, her hand stealing lower to caress him gently, the swift intake of breath at her touch only encouraging her. She knelt down and kissed him, taking the tip of his erection into her mouth, sucking briefly on it and enjoying the tension shuddering through him. Reluctantly she stood again, and slowly pulled the silk of her dress over her head, the wrap long since left behind on the bed. She let the silk pool on the floor beside them, then sat back down on the bed, her hands unfastening the clips of the garter belt she wore, then bunching the silk of her stocking and sliding it with a slow deliberation over her leg, watching Clark follow the movement, repeating it with the other stocking, smiling as he stood watching her. She unclipped the belt, and let it drop over the side of the bed.
Stretching, she lay back on the bed and smiled at Clark, just catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she looked at him. He stood, just watching her, as though unable to move. Lois held out a hand to him in invitation, and the movement seemed to bring him back to life as he tumbled to the bed beside her, stretching out his hand to trace the length of her with his fingers, smoothing them over her skin from her shoulders to her feet. He tickled the soles of her feet for a moment, and laughed softly as she curled up in giggles. Lois uncurled slowly, still laughing, then pounced to sit astride him, sliding herself upwards until her hips rested against his, his erection held flat against him under the moist warmth he could feel between her legs. She shifted a little, moving from side to side to get comfortable, the smile on her lips growing briefly wicked as she felt him twitch under her, and heard the low groan forced from him.
Lois slid her hands over his chest, feeling the muscles under her palms as she flattened her hands against him and the small nubs of his nipples pressing against her fingertips as she brushed over them. Clark slid his hands up her arms as she stroked his chest, and gently rubbed her shoulders, easing the small knots of tension that still lingered there from too many months without a break from work. Lois sighed her appreciation, the sigh dying then flickering into a a gasp as he eased his hands downwards over her breasts to cup them, then reached up to kiss first one, then the other, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, damp from the brief attention of his mouth.
Lois arched into him, sliding forwards over him, then lifting slightly, taking his erection in her hand to steady him against her before lowering herself onto him. Clark moaned softly as she surrounded him, first with her hand, then with herself, his head pressing back as he closed his eyes, lost in the soft warmth overlying the taut grasp of her. Lois leaned down to press kisses to his chest as she eased over him until he was buried inside her. The insistent pressure and warmth inside her had her rocking against him, and Clark thrust up against her with each stroke her body over his, until they were each pulsing against the other as though to absorb them into themselves.
Abruptly Clark lifted them a short way from the bed and rolled Lois under him, settling back down on the bed without breaking the accelerating rhythm between them. Lois sighed softly at the feeling of him covering her as he rested against her briefly before pushing up onto his elbows, then arched against him in quiet convulsions, sobbing his name, as he thrust hard into her once more, triggering her climax with the change in pressure inside her. As she closed hard around him Clark felt himself slide after her into a sweet oblivion, the only thought on his mind being her as he kissed her, barely feeling her bite down on his lip as shudders ripped through her.
After a moment he lifted from her again, to allow her to breathe,and rolled them together onto their sides, never breaking the contact, kissing the soft tears that had formed in Lois' eyes, caressing her gently, murmuring quiet nonsense to her as they slowed together.
Lois curved her hand protectively over her still-flat stomach. It had taken a year or so (and some unnecessary angst on her part, she thought wryly) but it had worked, despite Clark's worries that it may not. She felt the heat from the fire warm her hand, her sweater warm under her touch on the side where she'd been facing the fire, and picked up the menu again ...
Author's trivia note - Choc Ness Monster was a flavour suggested for a competition run by Ben & Jerry's at the launch of their ice cream in the UK. It made the short list (the eventual winner was 'Cool Britannia'). Many thanks to Dom for (a) remembering the flavour, (b) the dress kilt description, and (c) the request for this particular story.
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Uploaded: 11 February 1997
Written: December 1995
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