Time's Child 8/10
Time's Child: 8/10
Rating: PG-13-R (mostly for heavy kissing)
Spoilers: Superman II:The Donner Cut
Author's Note: If you really like dancing or really love Clois interaction this is the chapter you've been waiting for! The icon above (made by the wonderful rizny ) is referenced in this chapter. Beta-ed by mithen . There is another two chapters to go for this story and only one of them is beta-ed if you want me to finish it an have it beta-ed I will do so. If you want it unbeta-ed let me know as well because I am at a tough point with this story as it relates to RL and I'm just planning on posting the last couple of chapters I have finished and seeing if there's enough people curious about the ending (even if it's abrupt) to consider finishing it up. Also this Chapter has a soundtrack. If you have the Bond song "Libertango" pull it up and listen to it from the very beginning of the chapter. If not here is a link to it on Sendspace. In a way i wish I cold do it justice but at times its felt like I wasn't giving the fic the strength of writing it needed. I don't know. In any case, leave a review even if it's "I didn't like it." (as long as you explain why I don't mind those comments). I could use both critque and applause so I know what I need to work on next story/series.
Prologue Flight to Metropolis Divergence Bullpen Redux Prepping for Niagara Touring Niagara Falls
Clark held Lois’s arm in the crook of his own as they strolled into the Great Room. The lights were turned low and candles and candelabras were everywhere. The music from a live band softly played and an alto sang. Clark, ever the gentleman, held Lois’ chair out for her to sit in. Lois looked up at Clark with a kind smile as he gently pushed the chair closed behind her. Their waiter came to suggest a bottle of wine and bring their menus.
“Good evening my name is Rober and I will be your server for the even’ing,” the waiter said with a fake French accent, “We have many fine selections but might I suggest the 1958 Beaujolais.”
“Well of course it’s suggested,” Lois snarked, “It’s probably the most expensive wine on the menu!”
“We’ll have the 1975 Beaujolais.”
“Very well, monsieur.”
After they ordered their food the stark intro to a tango emanated across the floor of the ballroom. Clark contemplated whether or not to ask her for a dance before he said a little hesitatingly, “Would you, um, like to d-dance? With… me?”
‘I think I’m going to have a little fun goading him,’ Lois thought before saying with a smirk, “You? Dance?”
“Why not?”
“Oh I’m sorry…” Lois said drawing out the last word with just a little twinkle in her eye, “I just don’t see you as the type of guy who knows how to dance, let alone the tango.”
Clark looked at her and said with a little quirk of his brows, “I’ll have you know that I learned when I was in Argentina writing for the ‘Buenos Aires Herald’.”
Lois’ eyes widened when he told her where he learned to dance. She stared for a moment before she said, “I didn’t know you traveled.”
With a slight quirk of his lips and raised eyebrows he replied, “There’s a lot you don’t yet know about me Mrs. Smith.” Clark said as he finally realized that their banter had attracted the attention of their neighbors.
Lois leaned her head in her hand as she gazed at him across the table in a move very reminiscent of a certain interview, “Is that so Mr. Smith? I look forward to finding out. Everything.”
He swallowed hard before he got out of his chair and put his hand out to help Lois out of her chair to lead her to the dance floor. She moved into the standard open position with his body about half a foot away from her. Clark slid his right arm up to just under her arm and around to the other side of her back. This pulled her so she found herself surrounded by his arms, much closer than she was used to and looked up at him quizzically. “This is how they dance the tango in Argentina,” Clark said in explanation.
Lois nodded her head once and gave a silent, ‘oh’ before following him. He stepped directly in front of Lois causing her to move back to the beat of the music. His movements were very fluid and forceful. His right hand guided her steps as they moved to the music.
Lois found this more confident Clark to be extremely attractive, ‘if I hadn’t already been attracted to him as Superman already I would be falling for him right now,’ Lois thought as she felt his legs brush up against hers as they moved across the floor. The music hinted at passions which burned as brightly as it did in them. Lois looked up at his face to find him staring down at her for a moment. His blue eyes were made dark in the low candlelight. Their faces were inches apart and they both had the same thought, ‘I wish I could kiss you right now.’
He stepped back suddenly and moved his left hand outward and pushed her slightly with his right as he turned her around so she was moving the same direction as he did. Hazel eyes met cerulean as they tango-walked across the dance floor. Her left hand crossed her stomach to meet his right hand which felt warm against her waist. She trusted him to guide their steps evenly and prevent her from falling into their fellow dancers. He walked her in a turn around the dance floor before bringing his left hand up over her head to turn her back around. Quickly he gave her an extra spin causing her to yelp quietly in surprise. His right hand caught her around her back as she looked up into Clark eyes in shock. Clark smiled at her with an impish grin looking every bit like Superman when he let slip his interest in her. Suddenly Clark swung her back down parallel to the floor over his bent knee. She leaned back and reveled in the feel of Clark holding her in such an intimate embrace. His breath brushed across her breasts causing Lois to shudder. She breathed quickly and deeply as she tried to get herself back under control. She looked up and noticed that his eyes twinkled up at her in silent mirth at her reaction to the end of their dance.
As he slowly pulled her out of the deep dip an announcement from the lead singer in the band up front startled them out of their little bubble, “All right people it’s time for the Kissing Contest! Now here are the rules, first off all contestants must stand, second your lips MUST be touching at all times and continuously. Anyone’s lips that separate are immediately disqualified. Also due to the nature of the contest, anyone whose hands roam down to the bottom of their respective kisser or places their leg between their respective kisser will be immediately disqualified. Now we need all of you to stand up and step onto the dance floor with your kissing partner.”
Clark leaned down to her ear. His warm breath teased her skin as he whispered, “are you sure you don’t want to head back to the suite?”
Lois looked into Clark’s eyes and saw how aroused he was. Lois licked her lips in anticipation of them getting kicked out and said, “No. Way. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let our cover get in the way of my pride.”
With a sigh Clark replied with resignation in his voice and affection in his eyes, “Something told me that was going to be the case. All right.”
They moved to the table at the far corner of the room and got their number from the attendants. Lining up with the other hotel guests, Lois and Clark stood across from each other. He placed his hands gently but firmly on her hips, giving her more space than he did during their dance. Lois brushed her arms up his firm chest and noted his firm shoulders under his white tuxedo jacket. Hazel eyes made nearly black in the dim banquet hall met Clark’s deep blue as they waited for the countdown.
Suddenly they heard the lead singer shout “Contestants... go!”
Clark quickly lowered his lips to hers locking her to him with his mouth. As he kissed her something strange started happening. Clark felt physical tingles break out over his hands and into her body, much like a static shock. It did not feel unpleasant, in fact Lois moaned slightly and drew herself closer to him which forced him to move his hands further around her back into a full body hug. He lightly picked her up in this position so that she would not need to look up. The shocks continued to roam back and forth between them like the sparks from a Tesla coil.
Lois moaned and opened her mouth slightly against his lips. His lips nipped and suckled hers lightly. She felt the sparks flow from his hands outward to her spine which caused her to shudder as the tingles roamed through her body and teased her nerve endings. Lois felt like she couldn’t get enough of his kisses and responded by angling her head against his and lightly brushing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. All of a sudden Lois shuddered, feeling the sparks flare up and out in a flash behind her eyelids. She was so swept up on the kiss and the feelings from it that she didn’t even remember where she was and moaned long and loud into his mouth.
Clark suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and heard the voice of the referee say, “I’m sorry you two, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Rating: PG-13-R (mostly for heavy kissing)
Spoilers: Superman II:The Donner Cut
Author's Note: If you really like dancing or really love Clois interaction this is the chapter you've been waiting for! The icon above (made by the wonderful rizny ) is referenced in this chapter. Beta-ed by mithen . There is another two chapters to go for this story and only one of them is beta-ed if you want me to finish it an have it beta-ed I will do so. If you want it unbeta-ed let me know as well because I am at a tough point with this story as it relates to RL and I'm just planning on posting the last couple of chapters I have finished and seeing if there's enough people curious about the ending (even if it's abrupt) to consider finishing it up. Also this Chapter has a soundtrack. If you have the Bond song "Libertango" pull it up and listen to it from the very beginning of the chapter. If not here is a link to it on Sendspace. In a way i wish I cold do it justice but at times its felt like I wasn't giving the fic the strength of writing it needed. I don't know. In any case, leave a review even if it's "I didn't like it." (as long as you explain why I don't mind those comments). I could use both critque and applause so I know what I need to work on next story/series.
Prologue Flight to Metropolis Divergence Bullpen Redux Prepping for Niagara Touring Niagara Falls
Clark held Lois’s arm in the crook of his own as they strolled into the Great Room. The lights were turned low and candles and candelabras were everywhere. The music from a live band softly played and an alto sang. Clark, ever the gentleman, held Lois’ chair out for her to sit in. Lois looked up at Clark with a kind smile as he gently pushed the chair closed behind her. Their waiter came to suggest a bottle of wine and bring their menus.
“Good evening my name is Rober and I will be your server for the even’ing,” the waiter said with a fake French accent, “We have many fine selections but might I suggest the 1958 Beaujolais.”
“Well of course it’s suggested,” Lois snarked, “It’s probably the most expensive wine on the menu!”
“We’ll have the 1975 Beaujolais.”
“Very well, monsieur.”
After they ordered their food the stark intro to a tango emanated across the floor of the ballroom. Clark contemplated whether or not to ask her for a dance before he said a little hesitatingly, “Would you, um, like to d-dance? With… me?”
‘I think I’m going to have a little fun goading him,’ Lois thought before saying with a smirk, “You? Dance?”
“Why not?”
“Oh I’m sorry…” Lois said drawing out the last word with just a little twinkle in her eye, “I just don’t see you as the type of guy who knows how to dance, let alone the tango.”
Clark looked at her and said with a little quirk of his brows, “I’ll have you know that I learned when I was in Argentina writing for the ‘Buenos Aires Herald’.”
Lois’ eyes widened when he told her where he learned to dance. She stared for a moment before she said, “I didn’t know you traveled.”
With a slight quirk of his lips and raised eyebrows he replied, “There’s a lot you don’t yet know about me Mrs. Smith.” Clark said as he finally realized that their banter had attracted the attention of their neighbors.
Lois leaned her head in her hand as she gazed at him across the table in a move very reminiscent of a certain interview, “Is that so Mr. Smith? I look forward to finding out. Everything.”
He swallowed hard before he got out of his chair and put his hand out to help Lois out of her chair to lead her to the dance floor. She moved into the standard open position with his body about half a foot away from her. Clark slid his right arm up to just under her arm and around to the other side of her back. This pulled her so she found herself surrounded by his arms, much closer than she was used to and looked up at him quizzically. “This is how they dance the tango in Argentina,” Clark said in explanation.
Lois nodded her head once and gave a silent, ‘oh’ before following him. He stepped directly in front of Lois causing her to move back to the beat of the music. His movements were very fluid and forceful. His right hand guided her steps as they moved to the music.
Lois found this more confident Clark to be extremely attractive, ‘if I hadn’t already been attracted to him as Superman already I would be falling for him right now,’ Lois thought as she felt his legs brush up against hers as they moved across the floor. The music hinted at passions which burned as brightly as it did in them. Lois looked up at his face to find him staring down at her for a moment. His blue eyes were made dark in the low candlelight. Their faces were inches apart and they both had the same thought, ‘I wish I could kiss you right now.’
He stepped back suddenly and moved his left hand outward and pushed her slightly with his right as he turned her around so she was moving the same direction as he did. Hazel eyes met cerulean as they tango-walked across the dance floor. Her left hand crossed her stomach to meet his right hand which felt warm against her waist. She trusted him to guide their steps evenly and prevent her from falling into their fellow dancers. He walked her in a turn around the dance floor before bringing his left hand up over her head to turn her back around. Quickly he gave her an extra spin causing her to yelp quietly in surprise. His right hand caught her around her back as she looked up into Clark eyes in shock. Clark smiled at her with an impish grin looking every bit like Superman when he let slip his interest in her. Suddenly Clark swung her back down parallel to the floor over his bent knee. She leaned back and reveled in the feel of Clark holding her in such an intimate embrace. His breath brushed across her breasts causing Lois to shudder. She breathed quickly and deeply as she tried to get herself back under control. She looked up and noticed that his eyes twinkled up at her in silent mirth at her reaction to the end of their dance.
As he slowly pulled her out of the deep dip an announcement from the lead singer in the band up front startled them out of their little bubble, “All right people it’s time for the Kissing Contest! Now here are the rules, first off all contestants must stand, second your lips MUST be touching at all times and continuously. Anyone’s lips that separate are immediately disqualified. Also due to the nature of the contest, anyone whose hands roam down to the bottom of their respective kisser or places their leg between their respective kisser will be immediately disqualified. Now we need all of you to stand up and step onto the dance floor with your kissing partner.”
Clark leaned down to her ear. His warm breath teased her skin as he whispered, “are you sure you don’t want to head back to the suite?”
Lois looked into Clark’s eyes and saw how aroused he was. Lois licked her lips in anticipation of them getting kicked out and said, “No. Way. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let our cover get in the way of my pride.”
With a sigh Clark replied with resignation in his voice and affection in his eyes, “Something told me that was going to be the case. All right.”
They moved to the table at the far corner of the room and got their number from the attendants. Lining up with the other hotel guests, Lois and Clark stood across from each other. He placed his hands gently but firmly on her hips, giving her more space than he did during their dance. Lois brushed her arms up his firm chest and noted his firm shoulders under his white tuxedo jacket. Hazel eyes made nearly black in the dim banquet hall met Clark’s deep blue as they waited for the countdown.
Suddenly they heard the lead singer shout “Contestants... go!”
Clark quickly lowered his lips to hers locking her to him with his mouth. As he kissed her something strange started happening. Clark felt physical tingles break out over his hands and into her body, much like a static shock. It did not feel unpleasant, in fact Lois moaned slightly and drew herself closer to him which forced him to move his hands further around her back into a full body hug. He lightly picked her up in this position so that she would not need to look up. The shocks continued to roam back and forth between them like the sparks from a Tesla coil.
Lois moaned and opened her mouth slightly against his lips. His lips nipped and suckled hers lightly. She felt the sparks flow from his hands outward to her spine which caused her to shudder as the tingles roamed through her body and teased her nerve endings. Lois felt like she couldn’t get enough of his kisses and responded by angling her head against his and lightly brushing her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. All of a sudden Lois shuddered, feeling the sparks flare up and out in a flash behind her eyelids. She was so swept up on the kiss and the feelings from it that she didn’t even remember where she was and moaned long and loud into his mouth.
Clark suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and heard the voice of the referee say, “I’m sorry you two, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”