Fic: Firsts (DCU - Clark/Lois) 1/1 - PG-13
Title: Firsts
Fandom: DCU, Superman Returns
Pairing: Clark/Lois
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,154
Summary: Lois is not looking forward to today. At all.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for the amazingly lovely kalalanekent's bithday. Happy early birthday, sweetheart! :D This was supposed to be something resembling the LS-verse, or generic movieverse, but my own muses sort of took over and put this squarely in the Aftermath universe, about 8 months after the story ends. You don't have to have read Aftermath, though there are very mild spoilers and several of references to my re-imagined history of SR, wherein the amnesia kiss never happened. :p Lois, feel free to swap Margot's 'Lois' for Kate's. ^_^
Firsts
Lois wasn't at all ready to face the day when the first rays of sun peeked in her window to drag her kicking and screaming from the land of blissfully unburdened unconsciousness. Her back cracked in protest when she turned to bury her head beneath the pillow and pull the covers completely over her in an effort to block out the light. No way did she want any part of today. At all.
Tentatively reaching out an arm in hopes of finding her heat source beside her, she groaned in disappointment when her hand was met with only cold, empty bed. Not surprising, but did he really have to rush off today of all days? His presence might have made the morning bearable, at least.
Stupid, selfish Lane. Get a grip, she scolded herself in something between a mumble and a half-formed thought. If he wasn't there, he must have had a damn good reason for it.
Huffing, she flipped around again to hide herself more fully from the light glaring at her from the window. “Goddamn sun,” she managed to murmur, “Why don't you have a dimmer switch?”
“That'd be awfully inconvenient for some of us, Lois.”
Startled, Lois jerked beneath the covers, almost coming up from the bed before yanking the covers more tightly over her head. She groaned, shifting again, “Unh... How many times have I told you not to do that? And why aren't you in here with me keeping me warm?”
Clark's warm chuckle filled the room, sunny as the actual morning light. “Sorry, love. I had some errands to run.”
“Hmph.” She proceeded to burrow deeper underneath the covers. “Well, you're back, so get under here. I'm cold.”
“Actually, you might want to come out. Or at least, sit up.”
“Can't. It's too bright.”
There was his laugh again, more hearty and breathless at the same time, and she felt the other side of the bed yield to a slight weight. “There, I closed the curtains. Better?”
Lois chanced a peek out from the comforter, only uncovering one eye. True to his word, the room was dimmer, the sun muted to a diffuse glow. “Much.”
Then she saw what he'd sat on the bed. And the smell of coffee hit her. Groaning involuntarily, she slowly pushed back the covers and wiggled herself up into a sitting position, then rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with the heels of her hands. She blinked at him as he stood there, his goofy farm boy self in a plaid shirt and jeans, wicked grin spread across his face.
“Happy birthday, Lois,” he said as he moved the breakfast tray over her lap.
She started to say, “Don't remind me,” but the words somehow got lost in her throat as she took in the ginormous breakfast he'd made her. Scrambled eggs - no doubt fresh from his mother's farm - still sizzling bacon, wheat toast, sliced bananas, hand-squeezed orange juice, hot coffee. Her stomach rumbled involuntarily. “Wha-?”
“Eat up,” he encouraged her, sitting next to her on the bed and leaning close to brush her sleep-tangled hair back with his fingertips and kiss her temple.
Lois couldn't stop staring at the food for another solid minute, only moving to dig in when he started chuckling at her again. “You know,” she said, as she swallowed a bite of eggs, “you really didn't have to do this.” Sipping her coffee - Oh, God, that's good - she turned to eye him critically.
“Yes, I did,” he returned solemnly. “This is the first time I get to help you celebrate your birthday, and I want to do it right.”
Her eyebrows shot up; she hadn't even thought of the fact that they'd only gotten back together about eight months ago.
“Do you remember the morning after I told you who I was?”
“How could I forget?” she said warily.
His look turned sheepish, the usual errant lock of hair falling over his eyes. “Well, this is the same breakfast I made for you that morning.”
Lois looked down at the tray, a crispy strip of bacon halfway to her mouth. Sure enough, it was the same. “Huh.”
“And this is just the beginning.” He suddenly cleared his throat, eyes moving to the one object on the tray Lois hadn't noticed.
When her own gaze locked on the flowers in the vase, her shoulders slumped in disbelief and her jaw dropped. Three perfect orchids rose up in a brilliant splay of rich violet and cream, the same as the dried flowers tucked away in her special box of memories. Three perfect orchids... plucked from a Hawaiian mountainside. Just for her. The memory flooded her with emotion, the fuzzy images of Kal-El dropping out of the sky on her terrace with that confident, but shy grin on his face, surprising her with flowers for the very first time.
She felt the warmth of his lips next to her ear. “It's a day of firsts. All for you,” he murmured lowly before pressing a kiss to her earlobe.
Shivering in anticipation, she turned to him. “A day of firsts, huh? And what else might this include?”
He gave that crooked smirk that said he either had something huge planned, or was about to be a smart ass. “I thought we might take a little flight, and-”
Her eyes narrowed, “I am not falling out of a helicopter again for this, you know.”
“Oh, no no no!” he backpedaled. “No, I was thinking, the, um, flight we took after our first interview... without the dropping part!” he amended quickly.
“Uh-huh,” she eyed him.
“And after that, we can go have that hamburger.”
“Hamburger? You have got to be kidding me,” she deadpanned.
He grinned. “Nope. That was the first time I took you out for a meal, so that's what we're doing.”
“You sure you don't want to revise this plan to include the first time you cooked dinner for me? Or maybe the first time you took me to that amazing sushi place down on Seventy-Fourth?”
Clark chuckled again, “I have a lot of other things planned today, so having a hamburger will probably be the least of your worries... And you'll probably be starving for one, anyway.”
“Oh?” One eyebrow raised expectantly.
Leaning close again, he whispered in her ear, “There are a whole lot of certain firsts I'd like to treat you to for most of the afternoon, that involves you, me, and this bedroom.”
Shivering again at the memory of that first night together, she turned fully toward him and pulled him in for a deep kiss, hands going up to rake through his hair. When she pulled back for air, she breathed, “Now that's the sort of firsts I was hoping for.”
Clark smiled wryly, “Happy birthday, Lois.”
She couldn't have agreed more enthusiastically. “Oh, it most definitely is.”
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Fandom: DCU, Superman Returns
Pairing: Clark/Lois
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,154
Summary: Lois is not looking forward to today. At all.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for the amazingly lovely kalalanekent's bithday. Happy early birthday, sweetheart! :D This was supposed to be something resembling the LS-verse, or generic movieverse, but my own muses sort of took over and put this squarely in the Aftermath universe, about 8 months after the story ends. You don't have to have read Aftermath, though there are very mild spoilers and several of references to my re-imagined history of SR, wherein the amnesia kiss never happened. :p Lois, feel free to swap Margot's 'Lois' for Kate's. ^_^
Firsts
Lois wasn't at all ready to face the day when the first rays of sun peeked in her window to drag her kicking and screaming from the land of blissfully unburdened unconsciousness. Her back cracked in protest when she turned to bury her head beneath the pillow and pull the covers completely over her in an effort to block out the light. No way did she want any part of today. At all.
Tentatively reaching out an arm in hopes of finding her heat source beside her, she groaned in disappointment when her hand was met with only cold, empty bed. Not surprising, but did he really have to rush off today of all days? His presence might have made the morning bearable, at least.
Stupid, selfish Lane. Get a grip, she scolded herself in something between a mumble and a half-formed thought. If he wasn't there, he must have had a damn good reason for it.
Huffing, she flipped around again to hide herself more fully from the light glaring at her from the window. “Goddamn sun,” she managed to murmur, “Why don't you have a dimmer switch?”
“That'd be awfully inconvenient for some of us, Lois.”
Startled, Lois jerked beneath the covers, almost coming up from the bed before yanking the covers more tightly over her head. She groaned, shifting again, “Unh... How many times have I told you not to do that? And why aren't you in here with me keeping me warm?”
Clark's warm chuckle filled the room, sunny as the actual morning light. “Sorry, love. I had some errands to run.”
“Hmph.” She proceeded to burrow deeper underneath the covers. “Well, you're back, so get under here. I'm cold.”
“Actually, you might want to come out. Or at least, sit up.”
“Can't. It's too bright.”
There was his laugh again, more hearty and breathless at the same time, and she felt the other side of the bed yield to a slight weight. “There, I closed the curtains. Better?”
Lois chanced a peek out from the comforter, only uncovering one eye. True to his word, the room was dimmer, the sun muted to a diffuse glow. “Much.”
Then she saw what he'd sat on the bed. And the smell of coffee hit her. Groaning involuntarily, she slowly pushed back the covers and wiggled herself up into a sitting position, then rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with the heels of her hands. She blinked at him as he stood there, his goofy farm boy self in a plaid shirt and jeans, wicked grin spread across his face.
“Happy birthday, Lois,” he said as he moved the breakfast tray over her lap.
She started to say, “Don't remind me,” but the words somehow got lost in her throat as she took in the ginormous breakfast he'd made her. Scrambled eggs - no doubt fresh from his mother's farm - still sizzling bacon, wheat toast, sliced bananas, hand-squeezed orange juice, hot coffee. Her stomach rumbled involuntarily. “Wha-?”
“Eat up,” he encouraged her, sitting next to her on the bed and leaning close to brush her sleep-tangled hair back with his fingertips and kiss her temple.
Lois couldn't stop staring at the food for another solid minute, only moving to dig in when he started chuckling at her again. “You know,” she said, as she swallowed a bite of eggs, “you really didn't have to do this.” Sipping her coffee - Oh, God, that's good - she turned to eye him critically.
“Yes, I did,” he returned solemnly. “This is the first time I get to help you celebrate your birthday, and I want to do it right.”
Her eyebrows shot up; she hadn't even thought of the fact that they'd only gotten back together about eight months ago.
“Do you remember the morning after I told you who I was?”
“How could I forget?” she said warily.
His look turned sheepish, the usual errant lock of hair falling over his eyes. “Well, this is the same breakfast I made for you that morning.”
Lois looked down at the tray, a crispy strip of bacon halfway to her mouth. Sure enough, it was the same. “Huh.”
“And this is just the beginning.” He suddenly cleared his throat, eyes moving to the one object on the tray Lois hadn't noticed.
When her own gaze locked on the flowers in the vase, her shoulders slumped in disbelief and her jaw dropped. Three perfect orchids rose up in a brilliant splay of rich violet and cream, the same as the dried flowers tucked away in her special box of memories. Three perfect orchids... plucked from a Hawaiian mountainside. Just for her. The memory flooded her with emotion, the fuzzy images of Kal-El dropping out of the sky on her terrace with that confident, but shy grin on his face, surprising her with flowers for the very first time.
She felt the warmth of his lips next to her ear. “It's a day of firsts. All for you,” he murmured lowly before pressing a kiss to her earlobe.
Shivering in anticipation, she turned to him. “A day of firsts, huh? And what else might this include?”
He gave that crooked smirk that said he either had something huge planned, or was about to be a smart ass. “I thought we might take a little flight, and-”
Her eyes narrowed, “I am not falling out of a helicopter again for this, you know.”
“Oh, no no no!” he backpedaled. “No, I was thinking, the, um, flight we took after our first interview... without the dropping part!” he amended quickly.
“Uh-huh,” she eyed him.
“And after that, we can go have that hamburger.”
“Hamburger? You have got to be kidding me,” she deadpanned.
He grinned. “Nope. That was the first time I took you out for a meal, so that's what we're doing.”
“You sure you don't want to revise this plan to include the first time you cooked dinner for me? Or maybe the first time you took me to that amazing sushi place down on Seventy-Fourth?”
Clark chuckled again, “I have a lot of other things planned today, so having a hamburger will probably be the least of your worries... And you'll probably be starving for one, anyway.”
“Oh?” One eyebrow raised expectantly.
Leaning close again, he whispered in her ear, “There are a whole lot of certain firsts I'd like to treat you to for most of the afternoon, that involves you, me, and this bedroom.”
Shivering again at the memory of that first night together, she turned fully toward him and pulled him in for a deep kiss, hands going up to rake through his hair. When she pulled back for air, she breathed, “Now that's the sort of firsts I was hoping for.”
Clark smiled wryly, “Happy birthday, Lois.”
She couldn't have agreed more enthusiastically. “Oh, it most definitely is.”
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