Wedding Dayzs - 12 Dayzs of Christmas #5 by Menolly   Lois sipped at her coffee again, and grimaced at the cold bitterness. I'd better go make some more, she thought, looking back the menu,and the next flavour, Rainforest Crunch. I'll get to it in a moment, she thought, the coffee can wait ....   Lois sleepily nuzzled Clark's neck, her arms around him as he carried her through the door of the apartment. Their apartment. Not his, not hers, but theirs. He walked through the short hallway to the main room, switching on the light as he passed the door, and stopped in the centre, looking down at her with a soft, slightly amused smile. "You're not going to fall asleep on me, are you?" he teased, lowering her to the floor so that she stood in front of him, arms still wrapped around his neck as he gently supported her, his hands to her waist. "Umm ... no ... I just need to ... rest a little" mumbled Lois "it's been a long day ... beautiful ... but long". She smiled at him. "I think I'm having trouble believing it finally happened". "It happened," said Clark, returning her smile with a gentle amusement at her valiant attempts to keep her eyes open. "Come on, you can rest a little while I finish sorting things out." He took one of her hands in his and led her through to the bedroom, the room lit only by the light spilling from the hallway. Lois sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes as Clark took off the black dinner jacket he wore, selected a CD and switched on the stereo system. The quiet sound of a classical guitar filled the room, and Lois smiled, holding out her hands to Clark. He held them and gently pulled her to her feet, and slid his arms around her waist as she smoothed her hands over his shirt and curled them round his neck. "I thought the music might help you sleep ... you said you were tired?" he whispered, kissing the soft skin just below her ear as they swayed to the music. "I am ..." murmured Lois "but I just wanted to dance with you, alone. There were too many people there this evening to be able to relax properly, like this." "Mmm ... I know. You did enjoy it, though, didn't you?" asked Clark, the slightly anxious question echoed in his eyes as he looked at her. "Oh yes, I did," she smiled "it just wasn't particularly ...intimate. It was wonderful ... especially the dessert!" she laughed "What was that?" "Baked Alaska," replied Clark, smiling at Lois' enthusiasm for anything involving ice cream and chocolate, "with Rainforest Crunch ice cream as the centre. Mom suggested it - I thought it seemed more interesting than the usual vanilla." Lois smiled her agreement and lay her head on his shoulder, listening to the music filling the quiet room. They moved gently to the soft music for a while and, as the track ended, Clark led Lois back to the bed. "Get some rest ...we'll leave in a little while. Do you want some help with the dress?" he asked. "Please ... I'm not too sure I can reach all the buttons" said Lois, hiding a sleepy smile as she twisted to look over her shoulder at the back of her dress. She turned around, and Clark began to unbutton the dress, slowly unfastening the small pearls used for buttons. Once he'd unbuttoned it to the waist, he kissed the nape of her neck, and slid the dress from her arms. "You should be alright from there. If I go on much more, you're not going to get any rest." he said, his voice betraying a slight arousal. Lois smiled. "I suppose not ... and we're leaving in what, an hour? I suppose that's not enough time anyway" she grinned and then continued before Clark could agree "and I suppose you're still not going to tell me anything about where we're going, are you?". Clark nodded, smiling at the familiar question and the yawn Lois was trying to hide. "Alright ..." she said with an uncharacteristic acquiescence, and slipped out of the dress, revealing a silk thigh-length slip. She took a padded hanger and cover from the wardrobe and hung the dress up, covered. "It seems a shame ... all that work and I doubt it'll be worn again. It's beautiful." Clark kissed her. "It is ... and so are you. It might be worn again, though." Lois looked at him questioningly. "Well, we are thinking about trying to have children some day ... if we have a daughter, she could wear it for her own wedding ...". Lois smiled at the idea and, taking another look at the dress, closed the wardrobe doors. She kissed Clark and padded back to the bed, sitting on the edge and started removing her stockings. Clark swallowed and moved to the door. "I'll ... um ... just get on with... stuff" he said, starting to leaving the room. Lois smiled again, and called him back "You missed something ..."she said. Clark looked back at her, a query written on his face. Lois stretched her leg out, pulling the slip up a little. "Isn't it traditional for the groom to remove the bride's garter?" she asked, mischief colouring her voice as she pulled the slip over the scrap of blue lace around the top of her thigh. She sat and waited as Clark turned back. He knelt before her, with a somewhat determined look on his face and gently slid the garter down her leg, stroking her skin through the sheer silk as he did so. "Where did this come from?" he asked, looking up at her as he raised her foot to remove the lace. "Your mother" smiled Lois "it's the old, borrowed and blue bit of the tradition. New was the necklace my mother gave me." Clark looked at the necklace resting around her neck, a simple gold chain of links with a garnet pendant, the dark red contrasting perfectly the pale honey colours of her skin. He touched the garnet, tracing the oval stone with a finger. "It's beautiful," he said "we should try to find you a dress in this colour ... it looks perfect on you." He knelt up and kissed her. Lois parted her lips and traced his with her tongue. "I thought you wanted to sleep?" asked Clark again, as he opened his mouth to the gentle insistence of hers. "No, I said I wanted to rest ..." whispered Lois against his mouth. Clark broke the kiss, pulling away slowly. "And you won't get any rest if I stay here ..." he said, kneeling back to remove the stockings she hadn't completed taking off a few moments earlier. Lois protested inarticulately, but sleepily, and Clark picked her up and lay her on the bed, smoothing a sheet over her. "Just sleep for a bit ... we'll leave in an hour, and I have a few plans ..." he said, his voice trailing off as he watched her fall asleep. He smoothed her hair back from her face and sat on the edge of the bed, watching her sleep with a soft expression of wonder on his face, his thoughts full of her, and the day ... the perfection of the long-delayed moment. A comparison arose in his mind, unbidden, of another wedding and another sleeping bride. He quashed the thought and traced the new wedding band on Lois' hand with a finger which also held a new gold band, a wider version of hers. Slowly he pulled himself out of his reverie, and left the room to complete the preparations for their trip. Lois surfaced slowly from sleep, rising up through layers of soft light, murmuring Clark's name as she felt soft kisses on her neck, and the smoky spice smell of his skin nearby. "You need to get dressed, honey" said Clark's voice, bringing her awake to the caress of the sheets around her, and the reality of the gentle touch of his lips on the skin below her jaw. She murmured, and stretched her arms out towards his voice, her eyes still closed, and a contented smile on her face. Clark moved into her embrace, sitting on the bed next to her, and kissed her eyelids, which then slowly opened on her sleep-soft eyes. Clark smiled at her, stealing a light kiss from her lips, and sat back a little. Lois stretched, looking at him, her eyes sliding from his face to notice that he'd changed from the formal linen shirt and tux that he'd worn earlier, and was dressed simply in black jeans and a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Her smile widened a little on her intake of breath. She'd never told him exactly what the sight of him in black did to her ...perhaps it was better if she didn't tell him, she thought hazily, if he wore it more often they'd never get any work done. Clark smiled to himself as he noticed Lois' breathing quicken slightly. He wasn't sure whether she'd realized just how she reacted when he wore black, but he wasn't above using it to his advantage occasionally. Not too often though, he thought, or they'd never get any work done ... "Are we going, or do you want to stay here?" he asked, teasing. "Where are we going anyway?" asked Lois again, as she got out of bed and walked to the closet. She noticed absently that some of her clothes were missing, but decided not to worry about it, following Clark's lead and dressing in jeans and a white cotton blouse. Clark watched her dressing, the light from the hallway casting deep shadows across her back as she moved. "Hmm .. oh, you'll see" he said, suddenly realising she'd spoken "it's supposed to be a surprise, remember?" "And we don't need to pack?" asked Lois "You don't need to pack, no." replied Clark, hoping she was still only half-awake and wouldn't notice the mild evasion in his answer. She didn't, concentrating on pulling on a pair of leather boots. "Ok, I'm ready ... " Lois turned back to Clark, who stood and walked across the room to take her hand. He said nothing, but led her through the apartment to the small roof terrace that led from the room they used as a joint study. It was as secluded as the terrace he'd had in his apartment, and was one of the main reasons they'd decided on this apartment after a few months of house-hunting. He span, changing into the blue suit and red cape, as Lois giggled softly. That stunt was one she never quite got used to, particularly since Clark had explained that he wasn't too sure where his clothes went when he did that - he just knew that they reappeared when he span back again. She sometimes wondered whether he ever lost any clothing that way. "We're going express, I take it" she smiled as Clark wrapped her in his arms and cape. He said nothing, simply kissed her as they rose into the dark night. She noticed absently that they headed west, as she relaxed into his embrace, the wind rushing past them. She fell asleep again, waking a little later to see the sun rise slowly in the west, spreading red across the horizon, as they flew faster than the earth rotated. Clark slowed, descending towards an island that sat in a golden sea, the sun not far above the horizon, and the darkness of the night they'd left behind in Metropolis catching up behind them. Lois could see a few buildings, but Clark headed for a remote area, not far from the peak at the centre of the island. He set them down in a clearing in the growing twilight, and span back into his jeans and shirt. "Where are we?" asked Lois, looking around her at the sub-tropical plants, the myriad colours of the flowers closing for the night. "In the Pacific," replied Clark "this is a private island - I thought some peace and quiet would be appropriate. The island is ours for the week - just us, no-one else." His tone lowered with the pleasure the thought of uninterrupted time with Lois at last, after the mayhem of the wedding preparations. "We'll get to the house later ... I thought we'd explore a little before we settle in." Lois finally managed to interrupt Clark's slightly nervous rambling, privately amused that he had picked up her habit of babbling when he wasn't sure how she'd feel about something. "I'd love to explore a little ..." her voice trailed off deliberately as she looked up at Clark with a grin, then continued as he was about to reach for her. "How did you happen to acquire an island?" she asked, looking around, the delight in her expression calming Clark a little. "It belongs to Carey Owens" "The Carey Owens, or just any Carey Owens?" asked Lois, mischievously. Clark laughed. "The ... he lets the house and island out when he's not using it - he felt he owed Superman a favour, and was happy to give him a week to give us as a wedding gift ... and Superman was quite happy to accept." "His daughter ... that's right ... the kidnapping" recalled Lois, her mind wandering away from the story they'd covered a couple of months ago to the present and the touch of Clark's thumb stroking across her palm as he took and held her hands. He bent his head to hers, and kissed her, her mouth opening to his as she leaned into the kiss. Her free hand caressed the nape of his neck, her fingers sliding under his shirt to stroke his back, pressing him closer to her with a touch that spoke eloquently of her wait for this moment through the long day. Clark shuddered a little at her touch, feeling the urgency in her but refusing to give in to it, and tugged at her lower lip with his mouth, gently holding it then releasing it slowly, letting it slide between his teeth. Lois sighed into his mouth and he captured the sound, his lips closing over hers, his tongue stroking over her lips, tracing their outline against his. He released Lois' hand, inching his hand up her arm to cup the back of her head, holding her to him as he slowly and thoroughly explored her mouth. Lois ran her hands over him, following the contours of his chest to pull his shirt free from his jeans, sliding her hands under it and relearning the feel of his skin with inquisitive fingers, tracing the details of the muscles moving beneath the fabric. She grazed his nipples with her thumbnails, delighting in the shudder that ran through Clark, chuckling under his kiss. He pulled his mouth away. "You think that's funny?" he said with an attempt at severity completely at odds with the heat and amusement in his eyes. Lois smiled wider and nodded, anticipating his revenge. She wasn't disappointed. Clark took hold of her hips and raised her up, kissing her mouth briefly as he did so, then raised her further to kiss her breast, suckling hard at the nipple through the cotton shirt. Lois cried out, arching into his mouth as she held his head and pulled him closer. Clark obliged, opening his mouth to take more of her in, tracing the raised nub with his tongue as Lois clenched at his hair. He played with her a little, teasing her with his tongue, teeth and lips, then lowered her slowly, letting the friction against the wet fabric moulded over her breast continue what he'd started with his tongue. Lois could barely stand as he lowered her to the ground, and she wrapped her arms around him for support. Her heart rate slowed a little as Clark simply held her, allowing her to catch her breath. They drew apart a little, and Clark took Lois' hands. "This way ..." he said, leading her through the darkening trees and plants to an area of black rocks that Lois had noticed close by when they landed. In the half-light of dusk she looked over the rocks to the gentle slope below them, formed of the same rock, leading to a large pool. She leaned down to touch the rock, feeling it glassy smooth under her fingers, but warm with the captured sunlight of the day. She looked at Clark. "Obsidian?" she asked. Clark nodded. "The island is an inactive volcano, with obsidian lava flows. There a number of slopes like this all over the island, and seven pools like this one. They're known as the seven sacred pools... bathing in them is supposed to bring a blessing" he said distractedly, as he began to unbutton Lois' shirt, caressing the skin he uncovered with each open button. Lois closed her eyes as he smoothed his hands over the upper curves of her breasts, dipping his thumbs to caress her nipples, still nubbed from his kiss, then sliding downwards as he opened her shirt, circling her navel with a finger as he pulled the fabric from her jeans. He pushed the fabric from her shoulders, and Lois straightened her arms to allow it to fall behind her. Smoothing his hands over her skin, gold-red in the fading sunset, he drank in the sight of her. Lois opened her eyes to see him looking at her, the depth of feeling in the dark chocolate of his eyes warming her. She took his shirt in her hands and pushed it upwards, pulling it over Clark's head and down his arms, to drop it by her shirt. She slid her arms around him, closing the small gap between them as she raised her mouth to his to kiss him, rubbing herself softly against Clark's chest, arousing herself and him further as she did so. Still kissing, her lips dropping tender kisses on his lips, outlining his mouth, she lowered her hands to his jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing the denim down a little to lightly massage the firm muscles of his buttocks, then bringing her hands forward to run her hands down his thighs, then back up, her thumbs stroking his inner thighs before stroking over the hard length of his erection and back up over the flat muscles of his stomach to rest on his chest. Clark's breathing had deepened and speeded with the movement of her hands and he now pushed down her jeans with a little less finesse, his hands trembling slightly. Lois toed off her boots and stepped from her jeans as Clark did the same, his hands now holding hers against his chest, their gaze never wavering from each others eyes. Arms wrapped around each other, Clark met Lois' mouth with his own as she raised her head to kiss him, then pulled back with an effort. "There something I want to do ..." he said. Lois looked at him, her clouded mind at first only registering that he was moving away. He picked her up and walked to the edge of the obsidian slope. Lois laughed a little until she realized where he was heading and her mind cleared rapidly. "You are not going to throw me in" she threatened, then squeaked as he made as if to let go, wrapping her arms around his neck. Clark chuckled. "I just wanted to slide down into the pool. Want to try?" he asked with a smile. Lois looked at him. "You don't need to cool off on my account ...but it sounds like fun" she nodded. Clark sat at the top of the slide, settling Lois on his lap, and pushed back against the stone. They slid gently forwards, gathering a little pace, over the glassy rock. Lois felt a breeze ruffling her hair, and the warm strength of Clark beneath her as she braced herself to hit the water at the bottom of the slide. She let out a soft cry of surprise as they entered the pool. Clark looked at her a little worriedly, asking "Are you alright? Did you get hurt ...?" as he stood her upright, the water level just below her breasts. Lois stopped his questions, placing her fingers on his lips. "No, I'm fine ... it was a surprise, that's all. I barely felt the water as we entered the pool, then suddenly it felt like there was a burst of small explosions on my skin ..." she trailed off, trying to find words to explain what she felt, what she could still feel on her skin. As she spoke Clark opened his mouth a little and sucked on her fingers, drawing them in. She felt an answering tug inside her, pulsing with the rhythm of his mouth. He released her fingers, letting them slide from his mouth. "It feels like a million kisses on my skin" said Lois, slowly. Clark smiled and nodded. "I like that description ... it does. The water's very aerated ..that's why we didn't really feel the transition from air to water" he said, dropping a kiss on her palm as her hand stroked his jaw. "Ohh ..." said Lois, laying back a little in the soft water as Clark continued kissing her. She sank into the water and came up spluttering a little, annoyance on her face as Clark tried to smother a laugh. He failed and, as he smiled at her, Lois decided to let the issue go and laughed at herself, shaking her head to let water fly out in a circle around her. "Hey!" exclaimed Clark as he caught a scattering of water on his chest. Lois laughed at the mock outrage and splashed him, slamming the flat of her palm against the water and sending a wave up towards him. "Just evening things up ..." Lois' voice stopped abruptly in a squeak as she dodged Clark's sudden lunge for her. She didn't move too far, and he caught her easily. Pulling her up against him, the mood suddenly changed from playfulness to something a little more measured as the touch of skin against skin flooded through them. Clark lay Lois back, supporting her in the light water with one hand, his face slightly darkened with pleasure as he looked at her, her hair a halo in the water. Lois raised a hand to trace his lips with a finger, then stroked his jaw with her hand. Clark turned his face into her hand, kissing it then moving from her palm down the inside of her arm, nuzzling a little at the translucent skin in the crook of her elbow. He smiled against her skin as Lois moaned softly at the touch of his lips there and continued to trail kisses down the inside of her arm, across the curve of her breasts, and down over her stomach, lapping at the water that had pooled in her navel. Lois shuddered a little, pushing her hand through his hair. He moved his head lower still, his hands sliding a little on Lois' back as he supported her. He nudged her thighs apart with his chin then bent his head to the inside of her legs, and nipping at the soft pale skin. Lois moved restlessly, stroking her hand over Clark's head, trying to pull him a little further up. "More ... please ..." she urged, her voice low and thick with arousal, the sound increasing his own arousal almost as much of the taste of her as he complied with her demands. He lifted her hips a little way out of the water, balancing her with one hand, and slid a thumb inside her as his mouth closed over her, tasting and sucking gently on her. Lois shuddered at his touch as he moved his thumb inside her in counterpoint to his kisses on her. Clark slowly withdrew his thumb, smiling a little at Lois' protests, and replaced it with his tongue, pushing into her a little. Lois arched towards the warmth, muscles clenching, and Clark moved back a little to bring her back upright against him. Lois clung to him, her hair slicked to her head, water beading on her skin. Clark bent and licked away the drops of water that clung to her nipples, then opened his mouth on her again as her hand found his erection and began to stroke him. Now it was Clark's turn to shudder as Lois slid her hand over him, moving skin over the hardness beneath, then stroking the swollen tip with her thumb, her movements stirring the still water around him, air bubbles bursting against him with each brush over her fingers, increasing the sensation of her touch. "Careful ..." he said in a rough voice "or this'll be over before it's started ..." He stood back upright, water cascading down his back and pulled her towards him, her hand still wrapped around him. He held her close, sliding a hand between them to caress her as she was caressing him, sliding a finger between the folds of skin, not quite dipping into her, swirling the water around her a little, the aerated water kissing her as it flowed past his fingers. "Ohh ... " she dropped her head back, her voice falling to an murmur first of encouragement then frustration "it's not enough ..." Clark moved his hand to her hip, supporting her a little more, pulling her up against him. Lois put her hands on his shoulders for support and curled her legs around his hips. Clark moved his hands under her bottom so that she sat in them and raised her a little towards him, pressing her against him. Lois slid her hand back down between them into the water, curling her hand around him to guide him into her. As she felt his tip against her, she released him and slid her hands around his neck, kissing him as he lowered her over him. "You can take it from here" she whispered into his mouth. "With pleasure" came the reply as Clark echoed his entry into her by slowly pushing his tongue between her lips and into her mouth. Lois sucked gently on it, feeling him slide further into her. Clark paused for a moment as Lois ran her fingers through his hair, angling his mouth hard against hers, then swelled within her and shuddered in reaction as the sudden plunge of her tongue into his mouth threatened to send him over the edge. As he broke the kiss, Lois rocked against him, impatient with desire. "I need you .. " she said again, whispering, her hot breath caressing his lips. Clark held still for a moment longer, trying to slow his climax to match hers. "No ... now ... don't stop" Lois continued, her voice rising above a whisper "ahhh .... yes ... " she breathed, as Clark began to move inside her, thrusting against her. He held her closer against him as he thrust into her, feeling the warmth of her surrounding him, muscles gripping tightly against him, the friction as he slid inside her. "Like that?" he asked, nuzzling her ear. "Very much ..." Lois' hands wandered over his back as she kissed his neck, trailing kisses along his shoulders. "Ohhh ..." she cried, her voice muffled by her kisses, as he pushed further still into her. He brought her down fully against him, the curls above his erection brushing against her aroused nub. She bit back another cry. "Don't hold it in ... there's no-one around to hear ... " Clark pushed against her again, and Lois curled her head into the curve where his shoulder met his neck, a soft cry breaking from her. "Ahh .. Clark ... please" Lois pushed back against him. "I'll think about it" Clark's voice was a ragged laugh as he belied his words by increasing the pace. Lois met each of his thrusts with her own, murmuring his name as she did so, breathing it against his face, his neck, his mouth as she covered him in kisses. One last time Clark pushed up hard into her and they exploded, Clark burying his face in Lois' hair as she pushed herself down against him. She arched into him as he lengthened and poured himself into her, the velvet in which he was buried milking him as she clenched around him, waves of arousal rippling through her, against him. Shaking a little in reaction, Clark lay back in the water, Lois lying on top of him, still joined. They floated for a while, between water and air, quiet words tumbling from them as they caressed each other with their voices and thoughts. Eventually Lois moved up a little and Clark slipped from her, subsiding. She kissed him as she slid from him to lie at his side in the water, held in his arms as they looked up at the stars overhead in the clear night sky, the last vestiges of dusk long gone. They floated a little longer in the water, talking about the day, then fell silent. Clark stood slowly, and took Lois' hand to lead her from the pool. "Shall we go on to the house?" he asked. Lois nodded and walked beside him up the path that wound past the obsidian slide, his arm around her, protecting her from cold as he held her against him. They picked up their clothes, and Lois started to put her shirt back on. Clark held his out to her "Wear mine?" Lois looked at him and smiled at the helpless look he gave her as he tried to explain "I just like ... I know it's possessive ..." and brushed his words away with a kiss as she slid his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned . "I think you're entitled to be a little possessive, today at least -but I'll deny I ever said that if you dare quote it back to me" she said with a wry smile, warmed both by the emotion in his eyes and the lingering spice scent of him on the fabric enfolding her. Clark said nothing, simply embraced her and they stood together for a moment, Clark's head lowered against hers. As they stepped apart Lois glanced up at Clark then looked again, softening at the tears pooling in his eyes. She brushed away with her thumb a tear poised to spill, caressing his face, and Clark closed his eyes, reaching for her again. "I ... didn't quite believe all this" he said "and to have you tell me I was entitled to be possessive suddenly made it real. We have waited so long ..." He gave up the effort to find the words and simply buried his face in Lois' hair, shaking a little with the emotion coursing through him. Lois found herself crying, both for him and for herself, as she let his words sink through her and found her own reality in them. After a few moments, they drew apart in their embrace and looked at each other again with a sense of peace that they had missed in recent weeks. Lois reached up to Clark's kiss and the catharsis was complete in that touch. Later - neither could say how much later - they continued back to the house, Lois tucked against Clark's side as they walked along the path. "Is the idea that I wear your shirt for the rest of the week?" she teased, "Is that why I didn't need to pack?" Clark smiled "That's an idea that has promise ... " he evaded Lois' tickling and continued "actually, I did pack for us. I thought I'd bring a few things, just in case. I flew them over whilst you were asleep earlier". Lois kissed him. "Thank you ... though I think you may be right ... there'll be no real need to worry about clothes" she said, her voice and eyes carrying apromise that stirred through Clark.   Stirring out of her memories, Lois wandered back into the kitchen, carrying the menu, to make some toast and more coffee. She sliced bread and put it in the toaster, and began to measure coffee into the percolator as she looked back at the menu .... Back to Dayzs #4 or forward to Dayzs #6 Uploaded: 9 February 1997 Written: December 1995 See index page for disclaimer and copyright acknowledgements. 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