Dayzsie Chains - 12 Dayzs of Christmas #4 by Menolly     Lois came briefly back to reality as her leg tingled with mild cramps, and she stretched on the seat to ease the circulation back into her calves, then settled down again to trace down the menu ...Cherry Garcia ... and memories reclaimed her mind.     Lois sat on the porch seat in front of the Kent's house, gazing around at the farm, the images distorted by the heat rising from the ground, and kicked lightly at the dusty boards to set the seat swinging. Feeling the slight breeze created by the motion ruffle her hair she heard, in the distance, the sound of a motor. "Must be Jonathon," she thought to herself "now where the heck did Clark go?I thought he'd given up this disappearing act!" she grumbled to herself, half-seriously, "And we're supposed to be on holiday ... oh well, if Superman's needed then he's needed. He'll get back here sooner or later." The sound of the motor grew louder, and Lois looked to see round, expecting to see Jonathon on a tractor or some such agricultural object - she still hadn't quite sorted out what machine was called what, much less what each of them did. Instead, some way down the road leading to the house she saw someone on a motorbike. She leaned forward and frowned slightly. The house was a little too far off the main roads for people to drop in, and no-one had mentioned visitors coming ... although as she and Clark had made plans to go out for the day, "if he ever gets back here" she thought, it was possible that Martha or Jonathon had simply forgotten to mention it. She settled back in the seat and watched the figure approach, followed by a trail of dust kicked up by the wheels. As the bike swung in through the main gate, Lois stood up rapidly, recognising the rider. She ran down the steps and reached him as he braked to a standstill. "Clark? Where .. what ... " she gestured, her hands trying to frame the questions she was a little too surprised to speak. Clark laughed. "It's Rachel Harris' - you remember, you met her that time we came here and found Trask?" Lois nodded. Actually, what she remembered was more the twinges of jealousy when she'd found out that Clark had taken Rachel to their Prom. Clark continued, "Anyway, she's always had this thing for Harley's, and I thought it'd be more interesting to go find somewhere to picnic on this - it'll make a change from driving everywhere - so I borrowed hers." "It'll make a change ... ah ... yes, yes, it will ... you know how to drive this thing?" asked Lois, looking at the bike. Clark smiled and nodded "I do - I used to ride the bikes Rachel had when we were in high school, and it's ride, not drive". "Oh. Whatever. I'd better go change out of this dress then, put some jeans on or something." Lois started back into the house. "No, what you're wearing will be fine" said Clark. Lois looked down a little doubtfully at the dress, one she'd bought in Smallville the first time she'd visited. "It won't get stuck in the wheels or anything?" she asked. "No, just wrap it round your legs, it'll be fine", replied Clark "Come on, lets get the picnic stuff packed into the panniers". They stored the boxes of food Martha had prepared for them before leaving to go shopping that morning, and Clark helped Lois on to the bike, taking a little longer than was strictly necessary to tuck the dress round her legs, although Lois appreciated the care he took, for more reasons than one. He dropped a kiss on her lips before hooking his leg over the bike and sitting in front of Lois. "Ok, now put your arms around me, and hold on tight" he said. "That part I think I can manage without too much difficulty" said Lois with a smile in her voice as she put her arms around Clark as instructed. She leaned against his back and clasped her hands together, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of Clark's jeans. "Ah .. you might want to move your hands a little further up," swallowed Clark "otherwise I can't guarantee this to be the steadiest bike ride you'll have had". His jeans already felt somewhat tight as he reacted not only to the sensation of her thumbs rubbing against his stomach, but also the feel of her breasts against his back, the layers of his t-shirt and her dress doing nothing to conceal the fact that his thoroughness in tucking her dress round her legs had aroused her. "This will be the only bike ride I've had" muttered Lois into his shoulder, moving her hands a little further up, stroking the planes of his stomach as she did so "and aren't we supposed to be wearing helmets or something?" Clark twisted round to look at her. "You've never been on a bike before?" he asked in mild astonishment. Lois shook her head. "I'll have to make sure it's an interesting experience then" he smiled. Lois wondered exactly what he meant by that tone of voice, as she listened to him continue "As for helmets .. ordinarily yes, but we're staying off the main roads and somehow I think my reaction time is fast enough to lift us out of any trouble," Lois smiled at the understatement as Clark said "I want to feel the wind today". He pulled a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket and handed them to Lois. "These will help keep dust out of your eyes" he said, pulling out a second pair of Raybans for himself and putting them on. Lois slid hers on, and quickly clasped her hands around Clark once more. He kicked the bike forward off the stand and started it. Lois felt the engine rumble into life and unconsciously squeezed a little closer to Clark, clasping her hands tightly and gripping his hips with her knees. The bike accelerated smoothly away. After a while Lois loosened her death grip on Clark and, as the wind whipped through her hair, tugging, she laid her head on Clark's back, looking round at the scenery as they rode, watching the seemingly endless prairie rolling into the sky. From time to time Clark would glance round to make sure she was alright, smiling at her as she raised her head, his eyes crinkling at the corners behind the sunglasses. Lois' senses gradually filled with the sound of the wind and the bike, the vastness of the unfurling landscape, and the feel of Clark as she pressed against him. A few miles from the Kent's farm, Clark turned from the tarmac road onto a track through the tall grass prairie, heading, it seemed, for the Flint Hills in the far distance, perhaps 5 miles away. He had pointed them out to her some time ago, promising one day to take her there to show her the area from the vantage point at the top. They rode through the tallgrasses, the bluestem and sloughgrass rising on either side, six feet high. The bike bumped gently on its suspension as they rode along the track, echoing every dip and rise, and Lois' awareness of her surroundings contracted. The gentle bucking of the bike pushed her against Clark, moving her against him as she held onto him and soon all she was aware was Clark and her own reaction to him. She bit her bottom lip in an attempt to keep from crying out as the motion of the bike pressed her breasts against his back, the fabric of her dress rasping softly over her sensitised nipples as it caught against Clark's t-shirt. All she could feel seemed to be Clark, his back against her breasts, the warmth of his hips against her knees, his stomach beneath her hands, and the scent of him as she pressed her face into his back. The vibration of the bike had set up a tugging throb in her lower stomach which Lois couldn't separate from, and only served to increase, her own arousal. She groaned softly. Clark heard the groan, and almost sent the bike toppling from the road. He was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on the road as Lois was pushed against him by the jolting of the bike on the rough surface. He felt each rise and fall of the road in the soft rubbing of her breasts against his back, and each movement had caused her hands to slip lower on his stomach. They were clasped against his jeans now brushing against him through the denim as the bike rocked under them. He could feel her legs clasping him, tightening and relaxing with the motion of the bike. Clark gritted his teeth and headed for a clearing in the waving tallgrasses at the side of the track. The bike swung off the road and stopped. Clark turned off the engine, took off his sunglasses and turned to look at Lois, his eyes hot with the tension filling him. As she took off her own sunglasses, she raised her eyes to his, and he swallowed as he saw his own desire reflected. He slid off the bike, turned, and sat back on it facing Lois and leant forward a little to take her mouth with his. She kissed him back hungrily, her tongue darting to taste his lips and slide past them into his mouth, to slip against his tongue, pushing rhythmically against it. Clark put his hands on her knees and slid them upwards, under her dress, caressing her legs. Lois moaned against his mouth as he reached the top of her thighs and slid his thumbs along the crease, brushing the curls there. "We can't," she gasped "what if someone comes along?" Despite her words, she reached out, unbuttoning his fly with a feverish need to touch him, and curled her fingers around him as she pushed his jeans open. Clark shivered and tipped his head back with a soft groan as she stroked him. "They won't, but I don't much care if they do" he said, with an effort. His thumbs moved in reflex through the cushion of curls between her legs pushing her panties to one side, to stroke her. He pushed a thumb into her, sliding his hand underneath her, and following the rhythm of her stroking moved his thumb inside her, thrusting against the slick dampness. Lois kissed his neck, nipping lightly at the corded muscles, and soothing the small bites with her tongue, then lowered her head to his erection, kissing the tip and sliding her mouth over him. "Ahhh .... no," he moaned, and cupping her chin, lifted her head "this way ...". He slid his thumb from her and clasped her hips, pulling her forwards onto him. Lois slipped her hand between them and guided him into her as he held her panties to the side, opening her to him. Clark thrust into her, hard, the rough denim of his jeans grazing her thighs as he did so. Lois arched into him, pulling him further into her and, supporting herself on the footrests of the bike, rocked against him, reinforcing his thrusts against her. They set up a fast and slightly frantic pace, Lois leaning back slightly to increase the pressure, supported by Clark's arms around her waist. Locked into their own world they saw and felt nothing but the other. Clark rapidly felt himself swelling again, and pulled Lois back against him, an arm around her waist, his other hand pushing her face into his shoulder as he bent his head over hers, and he thrust harder still against her, the bike rocking a little with the motion. Lois bit into his shoulder, climaxing as he pushed still further into her, her muscles clenching around him, her counterpoint to his pulsing inside her as he joined her in a moment's oblivion. They slowly came back to reality, wrapped around each other. Lois lifted her head from Clark's shoulder and smoothed away the bite marks on his t-shirt with a wry smile. Clark looked down at her bent head and tucked a finger under her chin, lifting her head. He kissed her briefly. "That was ... astonishing" he said gently. "I'm not quite sure I believe we just did that" said Lois with a quiet laugh "I mean, anyone could have come along ...". Clark smiled "Oh we did that, believe it ..." he said, stirring briefly inside Lois with the memory, "... but hardly anyone uses this track these days, it doesn't really lead ..." Lois silenced him with a kiss. "It doesn't matter, I don't think either of us was going to able to wait a moment longer anyway." she said with a slightly mischievous grin. They sat for a few moments, arms around each other, and kissed, small soft kisses, relaxing. "I suppose ... we ought ... to get moving ...again" she said, punctuating her words with kisses. "Really?" drawled Clark, shifting against her, pressing into her again. Lois laughed. "Not that sort of moving! Well ... actually ... now you mention it, though ..." she trailed off, giggling at the lascivious look on Clark's face, a look which he immediately spoiled by laughing. He lifted Lois a little, slipping from her as he did so, and she sat back on the bike, tucking her dress around her legs. Clark reached out to help her. "Oh no you don't, that's what started this in the first place!" she said "We'll never get anywhere if you help!" Clark buttoned his fly. "Except possibly heaven" he replied with a wide smile, the expression on his face clearly indicating that he was quite happy with that idea. Lois looked back at him with a mock frown, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Clark slid off the bike again, turned, and got back on. Lois put her arms back around him, and kissed his back, between his shoulder blades, as he got the bike moving again. They reached the summit of the Flint Hills not long after, as Clark kept the speed of the bike up to minimise the jolting over the track. He took them a little way off the track, and stopped the bike on a ridge on the top of Roniger Hill. Getting off the bike, they wandered hand in hand along the ridge for a while, not saying anything, simply listening to the whistle of the wind blowing over the hills and taking in the view of the patchwork of square fields merging into the distance over the plains. Not far from the bike were three stone markers. By tacit agreement they walked towards these. As they reached them, Lois stopped and looked at Clark, questioningly. "This is where Frank and George Roniger unearthed some Indian remains. " he said "They collected the stone artifacts which they found in their fields, which lay below here, and believed the hill was sacred to the people who had lived around it. They put up the markers as a gesture of respect." Lois ran her hand over the plain stones, looking down into the prairie. After a moment, they turned and went back to the bike. Clark took a rug from one of the panniers and spread it on the ground while Lois dug out the boxes with their lunch in them. They sat on the rug, Clark leaning back against a tree while Lois leant against him, his arm around her, and ate as they talked, the conversation meandering from one subject to another. As they finished the chicken and salad, Clark got up and reached into the panniers again, pulling out a miniature icebox. He opened it and took out a small tub of ice cream. "Imported from Metropolis, especially for you" he laughed. "I don't think we've had it before." Lois looked at the label. "Cherry Garcia? No, definitely not had that one before!" Clark pulled a small plastic spoon shaped like a shovel from the box as well, and opened the tub of ice-cream. He sat back down beside Lois, who reached for the spoon. Clark laughed and held it out of her reach, and she climbed over him trying to reach it, laughing as he held it still further out of reach. She sat in his lap and folded her arms in mock annoyance. "Hey, that's not fair!" she protested. "Sit still and you'll get some" said Clark. "Is that a promise?" asked Lois, raising an eyebrow and smiling. Clark spluttered a little as he realised that she'd deliberately misinterpreted his comment, but recovered quickly to kiss her and push his hips up against her. "Of course," he said "do you need to ask?". He smiled as Lois' lips parted slightly, her attention clearly wandering away from the ice-cream, and took the opportunity to scoop some from the tub and into her mouth. She jolted back to the present and slowly sucked the ice-cream from the spoon, licking it clean. Now Clark was distracted, and Lois grabbed the spoon from him, delving into the tub. "This is nice, remind me to get this again" she said, offering Clark a spoonful. He returned her teasing by licking at the ice-cream on the spoon, holding her gaze as he did so. They took turns in feeding each other ice-cream, savouring not only the flavour but the increasing heat in the other's eyes. Eventually the tub was finished, and Clark put it down to one side with the spoon and turned back to Lois to kiss her. He could taste the cherry flavour on her lips and in her mouth as his tongue slipped in. His arms went around her, holding her close, and she ran her hands down his back, kneading gently at the muscles. He pulled her a little closer as she deepened the kiss, parrying the thrusts of his tongue in her mouth with her own. Lois could feel the arousal the interplay with the ice-cream had created in him, and drew back a little and slipped a hand between them, caressing Clark through his jeans. Clark followed suit, his hand sliding under Lois' dress and up to dip under her panties and slide his middle finger into her. "Mmm ..." she sighed, as he moved his other hand to cover hers and move it slightly to one side to allow him to undo the buttons of his jeans. Once he'd managed to open them, he replaced her hand over him. She ran her fingers along him, tracing the veins that ran the length of him, feeling his erection harden a little more as she did so. Lois slid from Clark's lap, sitting to one side of him, facing him, and leaned down over him, her fingers circling him, and again kissed the tip of his erection before lowering her mouth over him. This time, Clark didn't stop her, but rested his head back against the tree, his hand stroking her as he slipped another finger into her. Lois ran her tongue along him, tracing the veins she'd followed with her fingers, and took him back into her mouth, the coldness of the ice-cream still cooling the inside of her mouth and increasing the sensations Clark felt as she sucked slowly, pulling her head back upwards against the vacuum created by her sucking. To her cool mouth he felt hot, the smooth skin sliding against her lips as she slowly released him, licking the tip as she did so. She stroked lazily with her fingers, her lips just touching him, the movement of her fingers rubbing him against her mouth. Clark moaned softly, and she lowered her head again, taking him as far into her mouth as she could, tasting him. Clark began to move his fingers inside her, thrusting in a little, as he rested his other hand on Lois' head, stroking his fingers through her hair as she lapped at him, her tongue trailing up and along him as her hand stroked downwards to play with the curls at the base of his erection, then cupping him and gently stroking as she sucked him in again. Lois began to suck and lap him with a steady pace and Clark accompanied her, sliding his fingers into her and caressing the more sensitive nub with his thumb with each thrust. He swelled almost to climax then groaned in frustration as Lois abruptly stopped, and smiled wickedly up at him as she moved to slide her hands up his chest, pushing his t-shirt upwards and pressing kisses to his stomach. He clenched his hand on her head a little in frustration at the ache she'd left behind, and retaliated, sliding his fingers away from her and moving his hand upwards to undo the first few buttons of her dress. He slid the fabric away from her breasts and flicked open the clasp of her bra with a twist of his fingers. Lois grinned against his chest and murmured "You've got that down to a fine art these days". "Practice makes perfect ..." answered Clark with a smile, as he slid his hand under her bra, teasing her nipple with his fingers, pinching slightly then smoothing with his thumb as he spread his fingers over her breast, gently kneading. Lois arched her back, pressing herself into his hand, and he increased his pressure a little in response to the silent demand. Lois flicked her tongue over his nipple, already peaking a little from her attentions, and drew it a little further out, bathing it with open-mouthed kisses. She tracked kisses across his chest to do the same to his other nipple. Clark moved his hand to play with her other breast, again kneading a little as he drew circles with his thumb around her nipple. "Ohhh ... " sighed Lois as the movement of his hand created waves of arousal inside her, spiralling. She kissed her way back down over his stomach to his erection and lowered her head over him again, quickly bringing him back almost to climax. Clark closed his eyes and slid his fingers back into Lois, cupping her with his palm as his index and middle fingers worked their way through the damp curls into her. "Don't stop this time ... please don't stop .. I don't think I could stand it again" he said, his voice dipping to a growl. He stroked her, setting the pace this time in an effort to ensure she didn't interrupt matters again. Lois had no intention of stopping, as his fingers triggered further waves of arousal, echoing his pace and increasing it as she wrapped her fingers around him and sucked, her lips resting on the ridge circling him a little below the tip of his erection. She moved her hand along him and pulled downwards a little, to increase the sensitivity of the silk soft skin exposed, and nipped gently with her teeth. Clark shuddered, his fingers twitching inside her, and she felt him expand in her mouth and begin to pulse, setting off her own climax, the unravelling waves of arousal spiralling through her as Clark thrust into her mouth, unable to hold back as she arched against his hand. Lois let Clark slide from her mouth as they subsided, kissing him softly. Clark slid his fingers from her, giving her one last caress which left her shuddering in reaction. He lifted her into his lap and kissed her, tasting himself in her mouth, and held her close to him. Lois lay her head on his shoulder, embracing him, as the last ripples of arousal worked their way through her, and Clark kissed her head, nuzzling her hair. They sat quietly for a moment, until Lois sat up and began to refasten her bra. Clark put his hands over hers and stopped her, then refastened her bra and buttoned up her dress himself, caressing her as he did so, before buttoning his jeans. Lois sat back in his lap and leant back against him, her head on his shoulder. They spent the afternoon watching the sun travelling towards the horizon, mostly in a quiet silence, each feeling more than they could describe, a quiet bubbling of contentment, and occasionally talking of everything and nothing in hushed conversation. The sun flattened into a red disk, dusk crept up towards them, and they fell silent again, watching the horizon flare red and fade to darkness with the sunset. As the darkness crept over the hill, they repacked the panniers and rode back to Smallville, to the Kent's farm.     Lois sighed with soft remembrance, and returned her attention to the menu ....     Back to Dayzs #3 or forward to Dayzs #5 Uploaded: 9 February 1997 Written: December 1995 See index page for disclaimer and copyright acknowledgements. This story, however, is my copyright and is not to be distributed without my permission.