Slow Dayzs - 12 Dayzs of Christmas #3 by Menolly     Lois moved to the window seat, tucking her legs underneath her as she looked out of the window, but saw only her memories. She sipped again at the coffee and grimaced a little as she absently realised that it was cold .... tracing the menu with her fingers,she recalled the next flavour ... Belgian Chocolate   Clark let himself and Lois into his apartment. Descending the stairs, he asked her "Would you like some tea before we start to work on our notes?" "Mmmm - that'd be wonderful. I'll just go and change." Whilst Lois changed, Clark lit the hob beneath the kettle and allowed his thoughts to wander somewhat in Lois' direction, but keeping a watch on the kettle to ensure her privacy. Not that he thought she'd mind ... she didn't generally mind when he was in the room,after all, but this was different. Ignoring the small part of his mind that asked why it was different, too tired to get into a logic debate with himself, he concentrated on trying to count the colour she could see in the gas flame. Lois noticed at his absorption with the hob as she stepped out of the bathroom, having showered and changed into one of Clark's sweatshirts. Somewhat oversized for her,it looked like an abbreviated dress. "I'll take over here" she said"you go and change before you hypnotize yourself." Clark looked up with a start and chuckled ruefully. "Don't let thewater burn ... " he teased, moving quickly before he got distracted by the sight of her legs. "Humpf!" Lois turned back to the hob, trying to remember the procedure for making tea that he'd patiently explained to her on a number of occasions. First, warm the pot - no, first *find* the pot she corrected herself, looking in the kitchen cupboards. She found it fairly quickly,and the small china cups that Clark preferred for tea, and dithered between lapsang souchong and oolong tea, finally settling for the lapsang. Taking a great deal of care she poured some boiling water into the pot and gently moved the pot, warming the inside with the swirling water. She poured this out into the sink and carefully measured out the tea. She was pouring the tea into the cups as Clark came back into the room He sipped his appreciatively. "Thank you - mmm, it's perfect- and I've something to go with it, I think". Clark moved to the kitchen and took a small flat plastic box from a cupboard. He sat on the sofa, close to Lois, and placed the box in front of her. She examined it quizzically then opened the clear plastic container and removed one of the paper and foil-wrapped squares. "The Chocolate Society?" she read on "70% cocoa plain chocolate .... ooohhh - where did you find these" she asked,tearing into the wrapper. Clark laughed softly at her eagerness to taste the chocolate. "In a small European deli near here - they sell a lot of specialities imported from England. When I saw those I thought of you .... " he trailed off as Lois put her tea down and looked over to him, a crooked smile showing her appreciation of his thought. Lost in that smile, Clark put his hand to the side of Lois' face and slowly drew them together. As their lips met she put one hand on his chest, as though for support. They clung together for a moment, then pulled slightly apart before returning with a soft sigh from Lois to the kiss The kiss deepened as Lois opened her mouth to Clark's and began to stroke his chest. He moved his hand in her hair and pulled her fractionally closer to him, and moved his other arm from the back of the sofa to embrace Lois fully. She leaned her body into his and arched slightly to press against him. Breathing a little more heavily now, Clark moved his hand from Lois' face to her shoulder and took his mouth from Lois, beginning to trail small open-mouthed kisses along her chin and down her neck. Lois stretched her neck to give him better access and moaned softly. Clark looked up at her with a soft, glazed, look in his eyes and kissed her again briefly on the mouth. "Umm ... " he tried to clear his mind "... I think we'd better do some work before we take this much further .... though I think I'd rather do this ...." His voice trailed off as Lois kissed him. After a little while she pulled back with a groan. "No, you're right ... we'd better get some work done ... first" With a grim determination, she picked up her bag and pulled it open to spill papers onto the table while Clark reached for his jacket and pulled a notepad from the inside pocket. They worked for a while,discussing the issues involved in their current story. Once they had settled on the outline, Clark got up from the table and began to assemble dinner for the two of them, as Lois began to flesh out the piece and note matters which they needed to follow-up, occasionally checking points with Clark. "We'll have to wait for the pathologist's report tomorrow,I suppose. Anyway - dinner's ready". Clark pulled the dish from the oven and set it on the table. "Ouch ... I know it doesn't hurt you, not using oven mitts,but I think I get sympathetic pains" laughed Lois. They ate, talking about first the story, then the newsroom gossip until the conversation dried and they ate in a companionable silence. A little later, after they'd finished the lasagne, Clark asked "I've got some chocolate ice-cream - would that do for dessert, or have you had enough chocolate for tonight?" Lois pretended to give it some serious thought, then laughed as her pause made Clark raise an eyebrow. "Is that possible?" she smiled"And it sounds wonderful!" She stretched slightly on the sofa as Clark opened the freezer. Clark walked back, carrying the tub of ice cream, and sat down beside Lois Picking up the remote control, he turned on the CD. He offered her the tub and a spoon which she took and began to dig into the ice-cream with. Clark sat and watched her, enjoying the sight of her delving into the dark mass with obvious relish. Lois suddenly looked up "Do you want some?" she asked, offering him a rather large scoop of ice cream on the spoon. Clark opened his mouth and Lois moved the spoon towards him. The ice cream had started to soften and, as Lois lowered the spoon to Clark's mouth, some melted onto his shirt and,where the top few buttons were undone, onto his chest. Neither of them realised immediately. Clark slowly closed his mouth over the rest of the ice cream on the spoon and equally slowly pulled away from the spoon, always watching Lois. Lois in turn watched his mouth with fascination. As he let the spoon slide from his mouth,Lois let it linger and stain his lips with chocolate, then lowered the spoon back to the tub with reluctance. Her eyes by this time were half-glazed and she had begun to breath a little more heavily. Clark's breathing had also become somewhat more erratic. As she lowered the spoon, Lois caught sight of the melted ice cream on Clark's shirt and chest. "Here, let me take this off ...." she murmured, raising her hand to unbutton the shirt. She worked the buttons free, one at a time, with an agonising slowness that had Clark growing rigid. As she freed the buttons, she opened the shirt, touching his skin with flirting fingers. "Hmmm ... you've got some on here too ... let me just clean this ..." Lois lowered her head to Clark's chest and, her tongue darting out in small movements, began to lick the melting ice cream. Clark groaned and, clenching and unclenching his hand, moved it to the back of Lois' head. He rested it lightly and felt her moving her head lower down his chest as she followed the path the ice cream had taken. Looking down he watched her tongue in fascination, his senses heightening every caress. His breath came in ever shorter gasps. The ice cream had run down Clark's chest, and Lois followed its trail with her tongue until it disappeared beneath the fly of his jeans. Looking up with a wicked glint in her eye to meet Clark's heated gaze, she unsnapped his jeans and, holding that gaze, slowly eased the zip downwards. He took a sharp breath and closed his eyes as she opened his jeans and lowered her head once again to lick at the chocolate. "Lois .... " he groaned "Hmmm?" she murmured indistinctly. He gripped the back of her head momentarily, and then moved his hand so that he could raise her head. She looked up with slightly unfocused eyes and smiled at him. "I think you're overdressed for this .... " he said. Lois uncurled and, as she stretched, Clark pushed up the hem of the oversized sweatshirt that she wore and slowly raised it, lowering his head to her stomach and followed the hem of the sweatshirt with open kisses as he pushed it upwards. He eased the shirt over her breasts and stopped momentarily to lavish more kisses on their pale underside, taking each in turn and finally teasing her nipples to full prominence, nipping delicately with his teeth and bathing them with his tongue. Lois moaned softly, and Clark continued to push up the sweatshirt. Lois raised her arms and he pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it behind the sofa. He looked at her for a long moment and then moved his hands to her waist and pulled her slightly towards him. "You're beautiful ... I love you ...." "Mmmm .... " she sighed "... now you're overdressed ...." Lois pushed his jeans down his thighs, hurriedly, anxious to remove the barriers between them. She bent down and freed the jeans from Clark's feet and then moved back up to the sofa, smoothing her hands up his calves and thighs. As she reached the top of his thighs she cupped his erection in her right hand and moved her left hand up to his chest. Lois leant forward and, still holding him, began to kiss his chest, her hair lightly brushing him on either side of her kisses. Clark placed his hands on either side of her head and closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. He groaned softly and she looked up at him. Lois moved upwards and kissed him full on the mouth. His eyes still closed, Clark responded and deepened the kiss, moving his hands from her head. He trailed one hand down between her breasts, gentlystroking, and over her stomach to the curls between her thighs where he began to trace small patterns with his forefinger. Lois sighed and began to caress him in response. They stayed this way for a few minutes, kissing and stroking each other intimately. Then Clark slowly broke the kiss, moving his mouth in small feathered kisses across Lois' cheek until he could nip at her earlobe. Lois arched with a sigh, and Clark began to trace the whorls and folds of skin in her ear. Lois arched more deeply towards him, releasing her hold on him as she did so. Leaving her ear, Clark traced a path down the side of her neck and slowly worked his way down her body as Lois leant away to give him better access. He stopped briefly at her navel and dipped his tongue into it, slowly lapping, looking up at Lois as he did so. She gazed down at him, her eyes half-closed, and smiled. "Mmmm" she sighed. Clark continued to kiss and caress her skin with his mouth as he moved further down until he reached his hand. As he continued his kisses, Lois arched involuntarily and grasped the back of his head, pulling him closer. Clark glanced up at her and then continued to explore her with his mouth. He could feel the tension mounting in her and, as she started to move against his tongue, he lifted his head and slowly pulled her down onto him. Lois stretched along him and then sat up, straddling his thighs. She lifted herself slightly and settled back down with a slight moan as Clark entered her, the sound turning to a half-growl at the touch of his hand against her as he released guided himself in. Clark ran his hands up over the top of her thighs and over her stomach, cradling her breasts as he teased her nipples with his thumbs, feeling the responding contractions in the muscles surrounding his erection arouse him still more. He moved his hands higher to her shoulders and pulled Lois down to his chest. She resisted, holding herself slightly away from him and began to kiss him, her tongue lapping his mouth and lips to the rhythm which he had begun to set up between them, teasing a little. Clark held her still and returned her kiss with interest as Lois slowly started to move her hips against him. He thrust a little and Lois gasped, prompting him to increase the rhythm and pressure. Lois responded, matching his movements and together they sent each other over the edge, Lois collapsing fully onto Clark's chest as he lay shuddering slightly in reaction, the movement rippling through her in ebbing arousal. Slowly Lois became aware of the CD playing in the background, and smiled slightly as she listened to the words accompanying the slow beat I've got a lover with an easy touch, I've got somebody who will spend some time, Not come and go in a heated rush. I've found somebody who will understand When it comes to love I want a slow hand. If I want it all night, He says "Alright" murmured Clark, nuzzling Lois' hair. She laughed and raised her head to kiss him.   Lois smiled, looking across to the music collection and wondered whether to select something to listen to. She debated for a moment, then decided she was too comfortable to move and looked back at her present, not wanted to break the mood ....   Back to Dayzs #2 or forward to Dayzs #4 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.