Christmas Dayzs - 12 Dayzs of Christmas #2 by Menolly   Lois shifted a little, stretching gently as her body tried to go back to sleep, and sipped at the coffee. The next flavour ....Pralines & Cream .... brought up still more memories ...     The telephone rang. "I'll get it" said Clark, moving to the phone. Lois carried on clearing up the kitchen, and threw the empty carton of ice-cream into the trash. "Uhuh. Ok, that's fine. No, no, there's no point, not with this weather" said Clark into the telephone, "we'll be fine. See you tomorrow, enjoy yourselves!". He hung up and turned to Lois. "My parents are staying over at the Harris' - there's too much snow and they don't want to risk driving back. Apparently there are quite a few others having to stay - it sounds as though there'll be an all-night Christmas party there" he smiled. Lois laughed. They moved through into the main room, where Clark had lit a fire in the grate earlier. It was beginning to die down, and he placed another log on the embers to keep it going. The lights flickered and Lois looked around "Is the power going out?" "No, it's just a little erratic, it always gets like this when there's a heavy snowfall" answered Clark. "But we could light some candles to avoid draining the generator if the main power goes out,just to be on the safe side" he continued, opening a drawer in a nearby cabinet. He took out a couple of tapers, and lit them with the matches also hidden in the drawer. He handed a taper to Lois "There are a few candles over that side, why don't you light them whilst I get these?" he said, gesturing to the candles on theshelves and piano. Lois looked at him oddly "Why did you bother to use matches?" she asked "In fact, why use tapers at all?" Clark just shrugged and said with a smile "Sometimes it's nice to do things traditionally". Lois laughed "Just when I think I've got you figured out ..." and walked across the room to light the candles. Clark turned off the lights, and they sat in front of the fire, leaning against the couch. Lois tucked herself into Clark's side, his arm around her shoulder, and her head against his chest. They watched the fire for a little while, letting the silence wrap itself around them like a warm cocoon. Clark lowered his head and dropped a soft kiss on the top of Lois' head, nuzzling her hair slightly. "I've always loved firelight," he said quietly. Lois stirred and looked up at him, waiting for him to continue. "I used to sit outside as a child in the evenings during the fall and watch the fires my father made, to burn tree-trimmings, and look for pictures in the flames - sometimes I would see whole stories, dancing by." "What can you see in the fire tonight?" asked Lois, equally quietly. They both looked back to the fire, watching the flames. A little later Clark murmured "Hope ..." and continued with a distant voice "The Zoroastrians believe that fire is the presence on earth of the Divine, the heavenly light, the early Hindus sacrificed to fire as one of the first acts of morning devotion ..." his voice trailed off, and Lois watched the reflection of the fire in his eyes, gold lights flickering in the deep brown, as he followed the path of his thoughts in the flames. She lifted a hand and slowly traced the shifting patterns of firelight along his jaw. Clark came out of his reverie and looked down at her, catching her hand in his and turning his face to press a kiss to her palm. He watched her eyes widen slightly, and the shadows of the fire chase across her face, and realised that at that moment he felt closer to her, sitting in the half-light, than he'd ever done before. He kissed her palm again and then lowered her hand, still holding his, to his chest. Lois looked at their entwined hands, and gradually felt the thud of his heartbeat through her fingers. Meeting his eyes, she realised that he was listening to her heartbeat. Clark let go of her hand, leaving it resting on his chest and, curving his hand around her face, leaned down to kiss her mouth, just touching his lips to hers. Lois parted her lips with a soft sigh, and Clark kissed her again, taking her lower lip between his and pulling gently on it. Lois closed her mouth over his top lip, smoothing the tip of her tongue along it. Clark's thumb brushed her cheek, stroking, and the thought absently crossed his mind that she felt like warm silk. Lois curled her free arm around Clark's back and cuddled closer to him, relaxing into the kiss as Clark deepened it, meeting her tongue with his own, and slipping past it to explore her mouth. He slid his hand from her face into her hair, tangling his fingers in it, holding her to him as Lois responded to his kisses. He heard her heartbeat accelerate, and felt his own match the pace. As his breathing grew more ragged he pulled his mouth from Lois' and tucked her head under his chin, kissing the top of her head as he calmed himself down. "Not so fast ... not this time ... I've missed too much time with you" he whispered into her hair, "I want to take this slowly ...". He stroked her hair and back, and then turned, moving Lois so that she sat in his lap, facing him. She rocked once, gently, against him and smiled at his intake of breath "Don't worry ... slow sounds ... wonderful," she reassured him "we have all the time in the world ...". The candles guttered out and they sat in the warm pool of firelight with the darkness of the room enveloping them, shutting out the storm, the rest of the world. Clark raised a hand to trace Lois' face, his fingers feathering over her skin like the kiss of a butterfly's wings, his eyes watching hers, and with a voice as soft as his fingers' caress quoted "Loves riddles are, that though thy heart depart, it stays at home, and thou with losing savest it; but we will have a way more liberal, than changing hearts, to join them, so we shall be one and one anothers all". His voice drifted away into the darkness of the room, and Lois smiled gently, kissing his fingers as they followed the outline of her lips. She moved her hand from where it rested at Clark's waist, sliding it up over his chest, exploring the contours through the thin fabric of his shirt, then touching his face, following the path his fingertips took on her face. The slight stubble rasped on her fingers as she drew them along the line of his jaw, the sensation like gentle tickling. Splaying her fingers across his cheek, she rubbed her thumb softly over his mouth and closed her eyes as he opened his mouth a fraction, allowing the top of her thumb to slide in. He sucked lightly, tasting, as he let his hand drift across her face, up and along the line of an eyebrow, following an imaginary line to her ear, where he ran a finger through the whorls and folds of skin, gently rubbing the lobe as his hand moved down to her neck. Lois' head tipped back to give him room as she slid her thumb from his mouth, skimming her fingers over his face before burying them in his hair. Clark lightly drew the back of his fingers down her neck, and leant forward to follow the same line with his tongue, tasting the slight spice of vanilla and cinnamon in her skin. Lois pushed her fingers through his hair to the nape, slowly massaging his head as she did so. Clark raised his head and briefly kissed her slightly open mouth, drawing away to trace the line of her dress with his index finger. As he flicked open the first button of the dress, Lois tucked her hand under the collar of his shirt and slid it round to the front, smoothing her hand over the taut skin and muscles. She followed his lead, opening the buttons to his shirt, one at a time, pausing for him to open the next button on her dress before moving to the next button on his shirt. The fire crackled briefly, the flames stabbing higher for a moment, and Clark paused and swallowed, watching the deepening shadows on Lois' skin where the fabric of her dress, open to the waist, allowed a glimpse. Lois leant towards him and pushed open his shirt, pulling it from his trousers. Clark looked up, and smiled as he saw her gaze heat as she pushed the shirt from his shoulders. It fell behind him and she ran her hands back along his arms, rubbing her fingers in small circles on his skin. He leant forward, kissed her and whispered "This dress has thirty buttons ... I think you have a slightly unfair advantage ...". Lois smiled and shrugged, the movement dislodging the dress from her shoulders. It fell to her waist, and Clark felt himself heating as he watched it fall, and realised that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it. He held her waist and pulled her closer to him, until he could feel her breasts against his chest, and kissed her. Lois shifted against him, and he felt himself beginning to respond. Lois moaned a little, and the realisation that she could feel it as well simply added to his arousal. He broke the kiss and moved them apart a little. As Lois protested indistinctly at the loss of contact he moved his hands from her waist upwards to cup her breasts, rubbing the nipples softly with his thumbs, drawing circles around them, then teasing the centre. She watched his hands on her, the contrast between their skin fascinating her, until the combination of that sight and his touch began to threaten what little control she had. She put her hands over his and moved them back down to her waist. Clark smiled, then moaned softly as she leant forward and kissed the hollow at the base of his throat, then trailed kisses down over his chest to his nipple, reaching out with her tongue to tease it as he'd teased her with his fingers, drawing wet circles around it before nipping lightly at it with her teeth. She repeated the teasing with his other nipple, and Clark's hands at her waist tightened slightly. She sat up again, and smiled as he brought himself back under control. He kissed her again, and still kissing her moved his hands back to her dress and continued to unbutton it from the waist to the hem. It fell behind her and, as Clark cupped her knee with his hand, Lois stood up. She reached out a hand to him and he stood as well. They slid their arms around each other and Lois leaned against him for a moment as they stood in a close embrace. Lois tilted her head up as Clark brought his down to kiss her, and parted her lips to invite him to deepen the kiss. As he did, sliding his tongue over her teeth and lapping at he rtongue, she smoothed her hands down his back, dipped her fingers under the waistband to his jeans and bringing them round to the front. Clark moved back a little, giving her room to unfasten the buttons. She took her time, slowly pulling each button through the fabric and brushing her fingers against him with a sure deliberation, feeling him growing harder with each touch. Clark moaned slightly as she pushed the jeans and his briefs down together, running her hands down his thighs as he did so. Without breaking the kiss he stepped from the material, moving it away with his foot. He pulled Lois back to him for a moment, holding her closely, then broke the kiss and sank to his knees in front of her. He nuzzled her stomach, kissing her navel and dipping his tongue into it. Lois shivered and he smiled, working his way downwards with his kisses. When he reached the waistband of her panties, he pushed it down with his chin and continued to kiss her. Lois put a hand on his head to steady herself, and he looked back up at her as he slid the scrap of lace down her legs, letting it fall to her feet. She smiled down at him, and stroked his head as she stepped from the material. She moved forwards a little, standing with Clark's knees between her feet, and he leaned forward to kiss her thighs, his hands sliding behind and up to cup her bottom and anchor her to him. His kisses moved upwards, and Lois parted her legs a little more for him to taste her. He nuzzled her a little before kissing again, deeply, tasting the slightly salt moisture. As his tongue lapped at her, Lois shuddered, almost falling forwards. Clark steadied her, then drew back a little, letting her slide down his front, skin rubbing against skin. He stopped her just before she had sunk to her knees, and held her. Her hands on his shoulders, Lois kissed him, and he lowered her a little further until her knees touched the ground and she could feel his erection against her, the tip almost inside her. Clark waited, and Lois opened her eyes to look at him, to see if he was teasing her again. His eyes shone in the firelight, the heat in them hotter than the reflection of the flames, and she realised he was waiting for her to set the pace. She sank a little further down on her knees, taking him inside, then further still until she was sitting on his thighs with him buried inside her. Clark slipped his hands up her back, holding her to him. Lois tucked her face into his neck, struggling to retain some control, not wanting it all to end too soon, and Clark held the back of her head to him as he dropped his head over hers, kissing her hair, blowing softly on her neck. They sat for a few moments, not really moving, listening to the gentle hiss of the flames and the sound and feel of each other's heartbeat. Lois raised her head and kissed Clark. He smoothed his hands over her skin, skimming her waist, to her knees, then back again, massaging her legs and stomach. Lois tipped back a little, giving him room to rub her stomach, and then lay back further as he slid his hands up over her ribs to cup her breasts again. He stroked from her breasts to the top of her thighs, then without slipping from her lifted them both slightly to sit back down, no longer kneeling, so that Lois could lie back fully over his legs and rest her head and back on the floor. Lois closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the feel of Clark's hands on her skin and the fullness inside her. He drew featherlight patterns on her skin, from the underside of her breasts down over her stomach, then brushed gently with his thumb against the nub just above the point at which he joined her. Lois clenched around him at the sudden touch and he almost lost control. He stopped for a moment, watching the firelight playing across her skin, shadows chasing each other, accentuating the contours of her body. He lost himself in the sight and feel of her, memorizing her as though he'd never see her again, his fingers tracing her skin to add touch to the senses he wanted to remember. Lois opened her eyes and watched him. He moved inside her slightly each time he touched her, and she began to gently squeeze around him with each movement. Clark closed his eyes for a moment, then took her hand to pull her back up to sit astride him. "Minx" he said softly as he kissed her. Lois giggled in the quiet silence, the sound turning into a moan as he thrust against her. Control began to slip away as they kissed and the kisses turned deeper, the counterpoint of their kisses mimicking, then setting, the pace as they moved against each other. Almost at the point of release, Clark stopped Lois' kisses with a finger. "Watch" he said, with a ragged edge to his voice. Lois moaned as he slid almost out of her, then followed his eyes downwards. He thrust gently, then pulled back again, and she watched him sliding in and out of her. "Ohhhh ... " she whispered, the combination of sight and touch almost too much and looked back up at him, eyes tearing with a soft emotion. Together they looked back down, and Clark thrust back into her, fully, until neither he nor she could see where one ended and the other began. Clark felt himself lengthen further, about to climax, and tried to hold back, wanting desperately to wait until Lois was with him. He looked back into her eyes, with a apology in his which turned to a hot ecstasy and elation as he saw her eyes dilate and felt her tighten around him. In the shadows of the firelight they lost control together, tumbling into a fire of their own making. As their breathing slowed, Clark stretched back and lay down, pulling Lois over him, still inside her. She lay on his chest, listening to his slowing heartbeat and feeling his kisses on her head and his hands gently caressing her back. He moved one hand up to brush her hair from her face, and she looked up at him. He lifted his head a little and they kissed slowly, savouring the taste of the other with a sleepy appreciation. "I love you" they murmured together, then laughed. "Thank you .... it was beautiful ... to watch ... like that" said Lois, kissing him again. Clark tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at her. "One day I'd like to watch like that and to know that we're making a child ..." he murmured.     Lois drifted back to the present, smiling to herself as sheremembered Clark's words ... they had, not that time, but they had. He just didn't know it yet ... She looked back down the menu ...     Back to Dayzs #1 or forward to Dayzs #3 Uploaded: 8 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.