Caught in a Dayzse - 12 Dayzs of Christmas #9

The next flavour, chocolate chocolate chip, caught her eyes as she stretched on the bench again, wondering how much longer Clark was going to be, then wondering whether he'd taken a break to go shopping. His note had said something about a serious present later... maybe he still had to buy it, she thought. The ice cream flavour brought back memories of another shopping trip ...

Clark led Lois down a narrow street in the older quarter of Metropolis where the roads were no more than alleyways, twisting in complicated patterns as they wove in and out of each other, small intersections appearing at every turn. The names above the stores that mingled with the houses indicated an Italian presence in the area, and Clark stopped in front of one of these, a small store with the name 'Farnelli' in scrollwork above the window. Lois looked atthe display in the window.

"So this is it! The infamous tie store ... I have to admit I've been a bit curious ..." she laughed. Clark tried to look wounded at her laughter but ended up by joining in.

"Well, _I_ like them. I've become used to them" he explained.

"Become used to them?" asked Lois.

"They started off as sort of gag souvenirs, that I collected when I was working in odd places ... like Borneo. Then when I started at the Planet, I needed to wear a tie so I dug out some of those to start with .. and I sort of got used to wearing weird ties" explained Clark, pushing open the door, "and once I started, Icould hardly stop the tradition - you can imagine what Jimmy would say if I turned up in a normal tie - so I had to find somewhere to get some new ones. This guy is a genius."

"Is that what you call it?" asked Lois dryly. She looked around inside the store, at the dark wood glass-fronted cabinets displaying mostly ties with the odd pair of gloves or scarf mixed in. Clark wandered across to a cabinet on the far wall of the small store. As Lois moved to follow him, her beeper went off. Fishing it out of her satchel she read the short message scrolling across the top. "That fax I was waiting for has turned up. I'd better go and get on with this" she said, walking across to Clark. Lowering her voice she added with a grin "and I'm going to get a migraine if I have to look at all these ties for much longer". Clark laughed.

"Ok, I'll be back shortly" he said, smiling to himself as he turned back to the ties on display once Lois had left.

That evening Lois was puttering around in the kitchen, trying to decide whether she dared start dinner, when Clark arrived back. She hadn't seen him since leaving the tie store earlier that day, the fax having started a number of enquiries she had to leave the newsroom to follow up, and Clark having been required to 'cover' a Superman story, another power station disaster. Clark changed, as usual, removing the suit he wore underneath his clothes in a blur, and walked into the kitchen dropping a paper package onto the table as he did so and startling Lois a little, since she hadn't heard him come in. He smiled at her slight jump of surprise and slid his arms around her, kissing her before she had a chance to say anything. Her attempt to speak interrupted by Clark's mouth, Lois relaxed against him and returned the kiss, her eyes closing as she wound her arms around his neck, sighing softly.

"Mmm ... that's so nice" she murmured softly, resting her head against Clark's shoulder. As she did so she spotted the package on the table. "You bought a tie, then?" she asked, moving away from him to pick it up and open it. "No," she answered her own question "you bought two ties, and they're as ... unique ... as all the others". She held the ties up to the light, squinting at them as though to try to make out the pattern in them, looking out of the corner of her eye at Clark whilst trying to keep the laughter out of her voice as she teased him. "Hmmm ... what am I supposed to see in this one? It looks like one of those Magic Eye pictures that you're supposed to see a 3D picture in if you cross your eyes ..."

Clark laughed and took the tie from her hand. "Well, you don't have to look at them, you know"

"It's a little hard not to, sometimes. They can be a little hypnotic" said Lois, laughter breaking through.

"There's an easy solution to that" said Clark, a slightly wicked grin on his face as he moved around behind Lois. She tried to turn to ask what he meant, but he stopped her, and as she stood, swiftly put a tie over her eyes to tie it loosely at the back of her head. "There, now you can't see them" he laughed. Lois grinned.

"I think I like them this way", she said, putting her hands up in front of her to check she wasn't going to walk into anything, and turning round. Her hands bumped into something warm and solid, which a second later she realized was Clark's chest. A small smile forming on her lips, she teased "Hmm ... I wonder what this is?" as she began to run her hands over him, flattening her hands under his jacket."Feels ... warm ... and the texture's ... cotton ... and ... there's something underneath ... wonder how I find out what that is? Aha ..these come undone ..." She started to undo the buttons of his shirt. "That's better ... now ... this is definitely warm ... and ..." Clark covered her hands.

"And I think this game has possibilities" he said with a smile. "Lets see what else you can identify with that over your eyes ..." He looked around the kitchen and picked something up. "Here, try this." He placed it in her hands.

"It's a football? No, it's not" said Lois "it's not smooth enough .. no laces." She held it up to her nose. "It's a melon!"

"That was too easy," said Clark, smiling at the look of triumph on Lois' face "let's see what else I can find ..." Lois heard him moving around in the kitchen, and the sound of the fridge door opening and closing. "Ok, open your mouth" said Clark "or this is going to spill ..." Lois opened her mouth cautiously, frantically trying to remember what the fridge had contained when she'd looked in it a little earlier. Suddenly she felt metal against her tongue, then something cold. She closed her mouth, and Clark slid the metal... what was it? thought Lois. A spoon, that was it ... out. She was left with a mouth rapidly freezing, but with a very familiar taste.

"Chocolate chocolate chip, from the Fudge Castle!" she said, indistinctly, through the mouthful of ice cream.

"Sure it's not double chocolate chocolate chip?" asked Clark, trying to keep the teasing note out of his voice.

Lois swallowed. "Uh-uh, no way, that's chocolate chocolate chip ... couldn't possibly be double chocolate chocolate chip. I'm right on this one ..." she said, shaking her head.

"Ok, so we've done touch, and we've done taste ... let's see if you can identify sounds ...what am I doing?" asked Clark. Lois strained to listen, hearing nothing but silence for a moment, then a soft rustling and sliding that stopped abruptly, followed by a soft footstep and the scrape of a chair against the tiles on the floor, and a little more rustling. She thought for a while, trying toimagine what he'd done. He hadn't walked anyway, there'd only been that one step backwards. Wait a minute, how did she know it was backwards? It must have been something she was used to seeing him do ... her mind clicked through his usual routine on coming into the kitchen when he got home. Suddenly she grinned.

"You took your jacket off!"

"If that wasn't a guess, I'm impressed" said Clark. "Next sound ..." Lois concentrated again. Again she heard a soft noise, like something sliding over something smooth, and then a little more rustling, and a quiet "darn" from Clark. The irritation in his voice gave it away.

"You're trying to undo your cufflinks" she laughed.

"Not quite ... well, I am, but that's not all ... expand on that thought a little" said Clark, adding "got them, that's better". Lois heard the soft sliding again, then silence for a second before she heard something fall softly onto the floor, with a couple of quiet clicks suggesting something harder than the rest had fallen as well. Expand on that, she thought ... he's not just undoing his cufflinks ...

"You've taken your shirt off?" she asked, slightly hesitant, wondering whether she was hoping or simply imagining things.

"100% so far ... next one coming up ..." Clark heard Lois' heartrate pick up and smiled to himself. Lois felt herself growing warm as she pictured him standing in front of her, stripped to the waist. She almost missed the sound as the image lingered in her mind, another fumbling sound, a little like the cufflinks being taken off, then a rasp of metal against metal. That sound she had no trouble identifying, and the heat inside her spread outwards, warming, as she heard the soft thud on the floor that followed.

"Your ... trousers" she said, her voice rasping a little, reaching with a hand to take off the tie blindfolding her.

"No, don't take that off yet." Clark's hand stopped hers.

"I want to see you" Lois' voice was a soft whisper of frustration, the sound curling through Clark as he watched her.

"Patience ..." murmured Clark, his hands moving from hers to skim down her arms. "First tell me what you can feel ..."

Lois' voice was soft, coloured with wonder and a reflection of the warmth spreading through her "Um .. I can feel your hands on my arms. They're moving from my elbows up to my shoulders. They're warm ... now they're on my shoulders. Your thumbs are massaging ... that feels so good ... I got really tense today, it feels knotted, but that's ... wonderful ... your hands are moving again, across ... and down ... ohh ..." she trailed off, as Clark gently massaged the curves of her breasts, cupping them.

"Go on, tell me what you're feeling ..." urged Clark, his voice low as her words fired the arousal that had started with his idea to tease her by stripping, her voice seeming to slide into him.

Lois shuddered at the promise in his voice, and started again, her voice quieter yet "It feels ... warm ... and your hands are warm ... your thumbs are circling my nipples ... they're ... they're taut ... pulling ... and it feels like ... I'm not sure how to describe it ... like each touch pulls something inside me ... and I'm warm inside ... hot ... your hands are sliding down ... over my stomach ... feels like you're trailing warmth ... I can feel where your fingers have been ... you're pulling my top out of my skirt ... and pulling it up. The air feels a little cold on my skin ..." Lois' voice was muffled by the top being pulled over her head, Clark being careful not to dislodge the tie around her eyes.

"You're ... you're unfastening my bra ... and sliding it off. Ahh..." Lois sighed as Clark slid his arms around her and held her close, crushing her softly against him. "You feel so warm ... what do you feel?" asked Lois, curiously, wrapping her arms around his back.

"I feel you ... warm ... and your skin, soft under my hands ... and your breasts against my chest ... and I can smell the vanilla gel you used in the shower this morning ... I know that's not quite feeling, but it's a part of you, and what I can feel seems all to be you ..." replied Clark, his voice dying as he nuzzled Lois' hair. Lois let her fingers trail down his back as she spoke, following his spine, until she reached his hips, where she stopped for a moment.

"I was wrong," she smiled "not just your trousers". She caressed the skin under her hands, settling her hands on the curve of the muscles of his buttocks. Her smile faded, chased away by a soft expression of arousal, as she drew on recent memory to form a picture of him standing in front of her.

"Not just my trousers, no ..." murmured Clark, watching the emotions follow each other over her face, his skin warm where she touched him. He felt himself harden against her, the rough fabric of her skirt chafing slightly against him. He moved back a little, and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, her panties following quickly after. They stood together for a moment, Lois' hands still caressing him, Clark looking at her with a contentment underlying the heat flowing through him, the contradiction in those emotions tracing a soft amusement on his face.

"Clark?" Lois looked worried as she realised he hadn't moved or spoken.

"It's alright, I'm just ... looking at you. Thinking how lucky I am, how much I love you ... how much I want you" Clark's voice grew quiet at the sharp acceleration in Lois' heart beat, the soft gasp of anticipation as his words sank in. Lois reached up, her hands trailing lightly over his skin as she worked her way up to his face. Clark stood steady, letting her find her way. She cupped his face with her hands, curving around his jaw, and reached up to kiss him, pulling him down towards her.

"I love you" she whispered as their mouths met. Clark touched his lips to hers softly, and slid his tongue along the line where her lips met, dipping inside as she opened her mouth a little, then sliding in again, further, grazing between her teeth. His arms went around her again and he held her close. Lois moaned softly as she felt the heat of his erection against her stomach, and pushed gently, twisting to rub herself against him. Clark abruptly deepened the kiss in reaction, and Lois moved her hands from his face to slide them around his neck and hold him to her. His hands roamed restlessly over her back, sliding down to pull her against him, then moving back up to caress the side of her breasts, a soft butterfly kiss of a touch which had Lois shuddering against him, the involuntary movement brushing her against his erection again, the soft touch of her skin against his burning through him.

Clark groaned, and picked her up, sitting her on the table, then sliding his hand up her thigh to open her legs to him. He stepped back a pace, and smiled at Lois' protest.

"Clark ..." He knelt down in front of her.

"Don't worry," he said "just feel ..." He kissed the inside of her thigh, and Lois arched at the sudden touch, her breath gasping out. She gripped the sides of the table as he kissed his way up her legs, alternating kisses between her thighs, until he reached the top of her legs. He paused for a moment, smiling a little as she moaned, then kissed her hard. Lois gasped his name as she felt the sudden push of his tongue into her, and slid her legs over his shoulders, crossing the ankles over his back to hold him against her, leaning back a little to push herself against his mouth. Clark slowed his movements as he kissed gently and moved up to kiss and lap at the hard nub just above, teasing at it with his teeth then soothing the gentle nibbling with his tongue. Lois shifted against him, her head dropping back as he slid his thumb into her, his fingers sliding under her, against the table. Clark straightened up, Lois' legs sliding down around him as he did so, and leaned forward to kiss her as he supported himself on the table with his free hand.

"What can you feel?" he teased, his words whispered into her mouth as they kissed.

"Too much ... not enough ... it's hot ... I'm hot ... about to explode ... or burn ... or something" Lois' voice sounded as though it was dragged from her, and she pulled him towards her with her legs, one hand releasing its clasp on the table to reach forward to touch Clark's chest, then sliding down to curl around him, fingers tracing the feel of him, soft over hard, teasing gently, just holding the tip and caressing with a thumb. A rasping intake of breath shuddered through Clark at her touch, and he groaned.

"I don't think I can make it to the bedroom" he said, no apology showing through the arousal in his voice.

"I _know_ I can't" said Lois, shifting frantically against his hand. Clark moved, the tip of his erection sliding into her just as his thumb slid out, then stopped for a moment to balance himself, both hands flat on the table. Lois pulled herself against him with her legs, sliding forwards, taking him into her, muscles stretching to accommodate him, circling him. Clark leant forwards just far enough to kiss her, a soft moan escaping them both as he pushed against her movements, sliding further into her, then beginning to set a rhythm, rocking against her slowly and shallowly.

Lois arched against him, trying to speed him up, and Clark responded, moving faster and deeper into her. Lois' breath came in shorter and shorter bursts, and Clark abruptly pushed the tie from her face, needing to see her, the emotion in her eyes. Lois blinked and smiled at him, drinking in the sight of him against her, and the shudder that rippled through him as she gently squeezed around him. Her smile changed to a gasp as he pushed further into her in reflex, and she began to echo his rhythm, pulsing against him each time he pulled back. Each clench had him thrusting harder and further in response, and Lois' eyes abruptly glazed as he led her into a climax, shuddering as she arched into him. He put an arm around her, steadying himself on his other hand, and held her to him as the aftershocks rippled through her, slowing his rhythm, then picking it up again as she relaxed against him.

Lois' eyes flew open in slight surprise as she felt herself tightening around him again as he thrust within her, against her damp warmth. She could feel Clark's heart thudding through his chest and hers as he held her to him, the heat of his skin searing, and felt the slow burn start again as he moved against her, hotter even than before and spreading like wildfire through her. She shifted urgently against Clark, who bit his lip in an effort to hold back, to let her catch up again. Lois rocked against him, disrupting the rhythm. The sudden break in pattern sent them into climax together, Clark bucking against Lois in a final thrust that had heat filling her.

"So tell me what you're feeling now ..." murmured Clark as he sank against Lois, who lay flat back on the table in a sated exhaustion.

"Loved," she murmured in reply, a smile of contentment curving her mouth as her eyes drifted closed "very loved."

Lois savoured the feeling of contentment that swept through her with the memory, and grinned to herself. The ties didn't get any better, and she had a feeling that she was only going to be encouraging him... She stretched again, standing up and walking back into the main room to check the time, still carrying the menu ...