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I love this Regency story! Thank you for the update.
I eagerly await the next chapter.
I love this Regency story! Thank you for the update.
I eagerly await the next chapter.
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Haha.. I know right? Clark's mouth can make you forget everything! and Zatanna might make another short appearanceAh, Zatanna to the rescue. I hadn't thought about her but now that she'd saved Lois, I hope she remains close by just in case. You never know when Lunatic Linda will strike again. Now what's so wrong with the kiss being the last thing Lois remembered? If I was kissed by Clark, it would not only be a major highlight of my life, but memorable for me as well. *lol*
Anyways, don't be a stranger and update soon.
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*giggles uncontrollably* when I wrote that line, that promise from Clark, I think I was smiling from ear to ear. They are such wonderful characters to write for oh.. and Linda still is not finished! Thank you for leaving a comment!
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Chapter 15
Clark looked up from the ledgers he had been reading to see Bruce standing at the doorway, leaning against a jamb. Clark just smiled and returned to the ledgers as his friend sauntered inside the study.
“You know my mother, she wanted to do everything by herself. I had to convince her that it is not so.”
Bruce gave a short laugh as he sat on the chair opposite him at the table. “It is possible your mother can pull it off. She is an incredible woman.”
Clark looked up to smile at Bruce. “That she is.”
“How about the other incredible woman? Where is she?”
Clark tried hard not to let the smile falter from his face. He knew he can discuss any topic with Bruce, but somehow, talking about her with him leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Clark knew he was being irrational, but everything that involved Lois has been completely phenomenal, utterly indefinable, and absolutely unparalleled that he wanted to keep her to himself.
“If you are talking about Miss Lane, I think she is still in her room.”
“You think?” Bruce scoffed. “How long have we been friends, Clark? You believe you can fool me with that false nonchalance when I know, owing to the years we have spent together since time immemorial, that you have her every move watched and monitored?”
Clark hoped that the heat he felt in his face did not translate to a blush. But then again, it would be of no use because Bruce has been one of the most perceptive persons he knew. To hide his embarrassment, Clark turned around to the bookcase behind him to pull an unnecessary folder from it, pretending to study apparently what were last year’s ledgers.
“She is under my care, and I do not take the threats on my w—” Clark paused to catch his words, which he knew Bruce did not let pass. “—on the people who I am responsible for.”
Bruce decided not to comment on his near gaffe. “You can always pass the responsibility to another willing person. I am certain Chloe and Oliver are more than able to provide protection. And isn’t she the daughter of the retired General Sam Lane? Even I can take her from your hands.”
Clark turned around so fast to face his friend that Bruce’s eyebrows shot up in amusement at Clark’s clear feelings towards Lois.
“I am forever tied to her.” Clark replied, then shook his head at the implication, lest he gave a different intention to Bruce. “What I meant was this incident has included both of us. I was married to someone who I thought was Lois. If there is someone who should put light to this, that would be me.”
Bruce then gave Clark a piercing look. Clark groaned inwardly. It was no use lying to the man. He can tell a man was lying from a mile away. Clark just continued what he was futilely doing ever since Bruce arrived and started badgering him about Lois, and he told him about it. “Stop harassing me.”
Bruce had the gall to look surprised. “I am not harassing you, dear friend. I am merely offering a suggestion. I reckon it is better if you divest yourself of her so you can focus on your investigation. Your mind is full right now, and a burden off loaded would be of great help to you.”
“Lois is not, and will never be, a burden to me.” Clark said emphatically.
Bruce mentally punched the air above him in triumph.
“And besides, who would take care of her?” Clark added. “I cannot give her to her father, knowing there is still a threat out there. And from what I gathered from you, Oliver also has his hands full because of this unknown condition Chloe is in.”
“So what you object to is her being under my wing.”
“Yes!” Clark said then quickly recanted at Bruce’s delighted smile. “No!” Clark’s shoulder slumped, knowing it was a lost cause when his verbal opponent was Bruce.
“You know I am only fishing, my friend.” Bruce said. “However, it is quite telling from your reactions what your feelings for her are. Tell me, what made you certain now that this Lois was not the one you married?”
Clark’s mind drifted, recalling the two glorious kisses he had with Lois. He felt that he could not share it with anyone else. “I’m afraid that I have to keep the answer to myself.”
Bruce just nodded. “Just as well. What are your plans next? After Dr. Hamilton informed you of what Zatanna had told him.”
He was about to answer, when something caught his eye outside the window. He rolled his eyes and stood up. “I have to attend to something. Feel free to ring up for anything you need while I am gone.”
Bruce was confused at Clark’s sudden departure, but one look at the window at whatever caught Clark’s attention has him shaking his head. His friend is in way to deep, if only he would acknowledge and act on it, then all would be well.
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Thank goodness stubbornness ran in their family. If not, Lois would still be cooped up in her room.
It was not really that difficult leaving her room. First she had to persuade the upstairs maid to let her out. Lois even promised her that if she got caught, which she would not be, she would absolve her from all guilt and that Lois would take full responsibility and call it an ‘escape.’
Once she was out of the room, she carefully planned her route. At this time of the day, the dowager duchess would now be in the kitchen, preparing for the next meal. The servant’s exit would not be a good idea. The duke, Lois hoped, would be in his study doing whatever dukes must be doing. So maybe it was the front door after all.
Walking stealthily, Lois thanked the heavens above that Martha employed a small number of servants. On tiptoes, Lois took the stairs slowly, and she was certain that no one saw her once she reached the foot of the stairs. The front door already in view, Lois looked to her left and then to her right, and scurried to the front door, opening and closing it gently.
Freedom. Lois inhaled a lungful of air and exhaled it slowly, enjoying the fresh air immensely. With a spring to her step she started walking towards the stables, her mind already filled with horses, hay, and puppies. But just as she was about to pass the rose bushes, she heard her name being called. She stopped and closed her eyes in dejection. The window above the rose bushes belonged to the duke’s study.
“What are you doing up and about? You are barely recovered.”
Lois pasted a smile on her face and turned around to a striding duke. Clark stopped in front of her, studying her face, no doubt looking for any reason to return her to her room. However, his intense stare caught Lois unawares and her stomach did a somersault at his inspection.
“Your grace.” Lois started, looking down at her shoes to hide her embarrassment. “I only wish to breathe fresh air.”
“Windows only need to be opened for you to have fresh air. And frankly, it would put me more at ease if I know that you are staying in your room.”
“More like imprisoned in my room.” Lois said, her smile belying the censure in her words.
Clark returned the smile. “It is not an imprisonment, my lady. More like a confinement.”
“It is good to know you have a wide vocabulary, your grace.” Lois said. “But this confinement of mine has been truly limiting. I reckon it would be better for me if I walk about. A bit of exercise would not be taxing. It is not as if I was exerting effort, like when I am having my fencing lessons.”
Clark nodded. It might be indeed good for her recovery. “I believe we have already found a way to settle our differences in the future.”
Lois smiled, ecstatic that he did not find her masculine pursuits, as her father had put it, repulsive. “I shall keep that in mind, your grace.”
“Well then, would you allow me to escort you to anywhere you wish to be?” Clark said, offering his arm.
Lois smiled accepted the offer. “My destination is your stables, your grace.”
“Then I will lead the way, you might get lost.”
Lois laughed, feeling more carefree even when they still have a threat in their midst. Which brought about what had happened a few days ago; she was still in the dark about the event at the picnic, but whenever Lois asked Clark, he would always reply that he will tell her when the time was right. Lois supposed now was the right time.
“Your grace, perhaps now you can tell me what happened to me at the picnic.”
The duke’s smile faltered and his pace slowed, but Lois was surprised when Clark started telling her.
It was not a long story, and by the time they reached the stables, Clark has already finished his tale.
Lois was astounded, pausing by the stable entrance to look up at the duke. “Never in my wildest dreams would I find myself in such a plot. Magic, you say?”
Clark only nodded. “It was truly fortunate that Dr. Hamilton is acquainted with a sorceress. If not, I fear we might not be having our conversation right now.”
Lois smiled. “I have yet to extend my gratitude to this sorceress. The next time the doctor visits I will ask him to extend my appreciation.” With a nod she turned to enter the stables, only to stay rooted to the spot, staring at one of the magnificent creatures she has laid eyes on.
“That is a pure bred Eastern.” Lois said, eyeing the beauty of the black horse which was new to the stables.
“That is my horse, Sultan.” Clark said, entering the box, stroking the horse’s mane. “I decided to have him sent here in case of another emergency. The day you fell ill I found that I needed speed more than ever, and the horses here are unfortunately of lesser calibre than the ones in my stables in Metropolis, the reason I had Sultan transported here.”
Lois smiled at the implication, but resolved that she would not delve deeper. Something more important was still at hand.
“Let me help you find the perpetrator.” Lois said. “The crime was done to me. I am of sound mind; I will not be a hindrance to your investigation.”
Clark stepped out of Sultan’s box and grabbed Lois by her arms. “No Lois. You will not endanger yourself any further. I already have the Duke of Gotham assisting me, and you will only serve as a distraction as I might worry about you every second of every minute of every hour of every day!”
Other women might be flattered by the duke’s obvious concern, but she was not like the others. Furious at what she perceived was his degradation of her intellect and capacity, Lois growled. “For heaven’s sake, do not tell me that you are one of those old-fashioned cronies who believed that women are only good for sewing, cooking and procreation!”
“What?!” Clark asked incredulously. She was obviously misinterpreting him. “That is the farthest thing from my mind. I firmly support a woman who can think on her own and choose her own path.”
“Then why would you not want me to help you? I assure you I will not be a dead weight.”
“Because I do not want you to get hurt again!”
Lois paused at Clark’s raised voice, but more so at the dread that his answer conveyed. At a loss for words, Lois looked down at her shoes.
Knowing he rendered her speechless, Clark carried on. “You are under my watch, Lois. I feel guilty knowing that all this happened to you because of me.”
Lois swallowed the disappointment she felt when the duke mentioned the guilt he felt.
“I have wronged you in so many ways, and I intend to make it up to you by catching this felon, for only then will I be at peace after I return you to your father and we are to go on with our own separate lives.”
And the disappointment fought its way back up, and Lois could only hide behind her obstinacy. “I still intend to help you. You cannot stop me. Besides, I believe I have formed a friendship with the Duke of Gotham. Surely he will give me details that you will withhold from me. Furthermore, I am still in the same amount of danger as I have been before. What makes you think that the criminal has backed down, now knowing he has failed twice? Wouldn’t he have a higher rate of success if I was left alone while you play investigator? We can solve this faster with me in tow.”
Panic crept up inside Clark. The scenarios she had presented filled him with fear, and he had no choice but to yield to her request. His shoulders slumped with defeat and he let out a sigh. “Tomorrow we start. I intend to interrogate all present to the picnic, see if they remember anything unusual or strange that time.”
Lois clapped her hands once in glee. “You will not regret this, your grace.”
Clark smiled. Her joy was contagious. “After everything that we have been through, I think you should start calling me by my given name. You do slip once in a while, and I would prefer that it happen more often.”
Lois cocked her head to the side, eyeing him carefully. That she unconsciously bit the corner of her bottom lip did was an assault to Clark’s senses. He was about to change the topic, when he heard a quiet whisper from her.
“Thank you, Clark.”
Simple words, yet it had an impact to Clark that up to now, he was still adamant to put a name to. It was better to weather this storm first, before delving into a hurricane which was Lois Lane.
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Lois awoke with a start at the feeling of the wind blowing on her face. Looking around, the fire in the hearth still burning brightly, she realized that the window was open. Clark must have opened it after he left. Ever since she had awoken from her fever, Clark had stayed with her until she was asleep at night.
Standing up, she walked sleepily towards the window and closed it, securing the lock before returning to her bed.
As soon as her back touched the mattress, all hell broke loose. A pillow descended upon her face, robbing her of air and suffocating her. Lois scratched and clawed, but she was at a disadvantage with gravity working against her. Thinking while fighting to remove the pillow, Lois finally stopped, hoping that the intruder would be stupid enough to check if she really was dead.
Lois’ gamble paid off. Once the pressure on the pillow lessened, Lois grabbed both wrists and with the element of surprise threw her attacker off her. It was a man, and Lois knew that while she could fight, she would be no match to his strength.
“Clark!”
Standing on the bed, Lois saw that her attacker stood up as well, but still intent on finishing what he came for. He tried to grab her, but Lois was fast. She sidestepped, followed by a quick kick to the side of his face, which again resulted in him being sprawled on the floor near the window. For a man, he sure was weak. Lois had a feeling he could take him.
But suddenly she felt like choking, but when she tried to grab at her neck, she could not grasp at anything. Recalling her earlier conversation with Clark, Lois knew instinctively that magic was involved. Looking back at the man, she saw that water was shooting out from his hands, formed into a rope-like object that was now squeezing the breath out of her.
She saw victory in his eyes and she did not let terror overtake her when he started walking towards the bed, finally climbing it coming face to face with her.
“Finally, I will see the life sucked out of you.” he said menacingly. “At long last, vengeance is within reach.”
“Lois!” With a bang the door flew open and Clark was framed in her doorway. “Wes?!”
The distraction was enough for Lois to put in another kick, this time to his stomach, and the force of her strike dislodged him from the bed to land in front of the fireplace.
What happened next was beyond Lois’ comprehension. In front of her very own eyes, Wes, as Clark had called him, had transformed into a woman.
“Linda!” Clark exclaimed.
“This isn’t over.”
Clark ran over to restrain Linda, but he could only seize what appeared to be smoke as the woman vaporized in front of them.
Clark looked at Lois standing on top of the bed, and in one leap joined her, enveloping her in his arms, clutching her tightly at another close call.
“Are you all right?” Clark said, releasing her only to cup her face to look into her eyes.
“Yes.” Lois replied truthfully, albeit still a little bit shaken from the assault.
Clark pulled Lois to him again, and only now Lois realized the state of their undress. He was sans shirt, and through her thin nightgown she could feel the trousers he was wearing. She pulled away, vowing to look only at his face.
“I think this is highly inappropriate, you and I on one bed.”
“You think about the dictates of propriety when just moments ago someone almost murdered you?!” Clark let go of Lois and jumped down the bed. He started pacing deep in thought.
“At least now we have a lead.” Lois said, leaving the bed and sitting on it watching him pace. “You said names.”
Clark ceased his walking, looked at Lois, and nodded. “Wes was the one the other Lois committed adultery with.”
“Oh.”
“And Linda was the other Lois’ maid.” Clark resumed his pacing. “This was done to get to me, of that I am certain now. But I do not know which one was real. Was it Wes pretending to be Linda or Linda pretending to be Wes?”
Lois stood up to put a hand on Clark’s arm, which effectively stopped him. “I think it is Linda pretending to be Wes.”
“Why would you say that? For all we know it was the other way around to throw us off their scent.”
“I got a couple of good kicks to him, or rather her, and I distinctly thought that for man, he sure is lacking one’s strength. He, I mean, she, tried smothering me with a pillow. If it were really a man, I would not have been able to push him away from me.”
Lois knew her reasoning was sound, and Clark believed her. But he still needed to know the motive. For now, there was only one course of action.
“Tomorrow we return to Granville.”
“I will be ready.” Lois replied.
Clark just nodded, and refrained from telling Lois that he still was undecided if she would join him or not. “You better get your rest then.”
Clark turned to leave, but felt Lois’ hand on his arm again, her touch searing itself to his skin. Clark looked at Lois, who was suddenly looking very shy.
“Stay?”
Clark restrained himself from taking Lois in his arms again, recalling and loving the feel of her pressed to him and how they fit perfectly. He succumbed to the temptation, wrapping his arms around her in a strong embrace.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
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I think this is my longest chapter to date! I hope you like this. I should warn you though, an M rating chapter might be on the horizon. Thanks again and love you lots!
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Yes! Yes!! Bring on the dirties!
Hehe, love how Bruce makes Clark jealousy. It's time Clark takes that woman and makes her his. Linda doesn't leave Lois alone in any way, someone's gotta stop this woman.
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Whoo-hoo! After all Lois and Clark have been through, I do believe an M chapter is in order!!!! Let them roll around in the gutter for a while to unleash all that pent up frustration. Honestly, it's long overdue. I also like seeing Clark jealous and no way in hell, when all is said and done, is he sending Lois back to her father. Nope. Not going to happen.
As for Lunatic Linda...I hope her days are numbered. Clark finally knows she's behind it, but what about the magic? How will they overcome that little obstacle? Update soon plz!
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Thanks! Once we get to the M chapter, I really hope it satisfies you. Uhmmm.. did that come out as a double entendre??
And like I said before, I really really really love jealous Clark
I plan for Clark and Lois to roll around EVERYWHERE!!Whoo-hoo! After all Lois and Clark have been through, I do believe an M chapter is in order!!!! Let them roll around in the gutter for a while to unleash all that pent up frustration. Honestly, it's long overdue. I also like seeing Clark jealous and no way in hell, when all is said and done, is he sending Lois back to her father. Nope. Not going to happen.
As for Lunatic Linda...I hope her days are numbered. Clark finally knows she's behind it, but what about the magic? How will they overcome that little obstacle? Update soon plz! As for Linda, it's Clark and Lois she is up against, who do you think will come up on top? 
here's the next chapter, and I admit, this is the last completed chapter, but the next one is already 80% done and will probably finish it today so I can post it around next week
Chapter 16
It took every bit of his resolve not to think of anything else when Lois asked him to stay. Sleep was all they did. Perhaps with the weight of another attempt on her life, once Lois’ back met the bed, she was in deep stupor. Clark elected to take the chair, and as he was already accustomed to it from all his past missions, has found his own rest there.
Today would be the last time he would leave her. Now that he was certain that Linda was really after him, he could not discount the fact that once he was away, Linda might attack again. Not one to discount every possibility, he had planned to pass by Bruce’s estate before leaving for Granville to ask him to watch over his mother and Lois.
Arriving at his own room, he finished his morning ritual in record time. It was still dark outside, and Clark knew that this was the perfect time to leave.
Clark passed by his mother’s room, and after a short explanation, gave Martha a kiss goodbye, with her promising that she and Lois will look after each other.
One more stop at the kitchens to grab bread and a canteen of water and he was ready. Arriving at the stables, Clark headed straight to Sultan’s box, only to find Lois already inside stroking the horse’s mane. A master spy of the kingdom and here he was caught red-handed of leaving a woman he promised he would bring with him.
“Out of the goodness of my heart, it will be my firm belief that you simply have forgotten to wake me as opposed to deliberately leaving me behind while you conduct your inquiry.” She said without looking at him, still stroking the horse lovingly and gently.
“Then that is my truth as well, that I have forgotten to wake you.” Clark said, amused instead of annoyed that Lois had managed to join him after all. With a small nod, Clark went over to the farthest box and pulled out a chestnut colored horse, and Lois immediately saddled it up, not waiting for the stable boy to do the job.
“What time did you awaken? I was so quiet.” Clark said as he adjusted the stirrups.
“It was around the time you stood up and walked over to the door.”
Clark looked at Lois, and thought that her statement was not yet finished, that she still has a thought in her head, but then opted not to continue.
Clark did not say anything as he watched Lois mount her horse quietly, and soon he followed suit. “Are you accustomed to a long ride?” he asked.
“No, but I would rather have a horse underneath me than sitting inside a blasted carriage.”
Clark nodded, knowing that Lois was very different from the women he knew. Furthermore, with them on horseback, they will reach Granville in a shorter amount of time, as opposed to riding a carriage.
“We will pass by the Duke of Gotham’s estate first before heading to Granville.” Lois nodded, and Clark continued. “Do you have everything you need?”
Lois glanced to her back, eyeing the small satchel tied securely to the saddle, and nodded.
Clark nodded back, and soon they were off to Bruce’s estate.
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The sun already set and the dark creeping in, Clark knew that they have to make haste. If not for that heavy downpour, they would be in Granville now. As soon as they arrived at Bruce’s estate, the rain started and did not let up until it was almost noon, taking away precious time from their journey as well as their quest to understand Linda’s motives as to why she sought revenge against Clark. Their take away from the unforeseen hurdle was that they were well rested and fed by the time they had to leave, and that Bruce was informed of what had transpired the past night and was now more vigilant knowing magic was involved. Bruce promised that he will leave for Smallville immediately after them.
As soon as the sun peeked through the clouds, Clark and Lois left and continued on to their journey, not at breakneck speed as Clark would have preferred, for he was sure that Lois’ horse would not be able to handle Sultan’s speed, but it was more than enough to at least reach an inn along the road on the way to Granville.
Arriving at the inn, Clark and Lois dismounted and handed over the horses to the owner, who happened to be taking out empty barrels. Clark placed a handsome amount to the owner’s hand, who Clark knew, to make sure that their horses were well taken off, and with their bags headed inside.
Soon they were joined by the owner with a big smile on his face. “Your grace, always happy to be of service.”
“I need two rooms.” Clark said authoritatively. “Next to each other, preferably at the end of the hall.”
The owner nodded and checked his records, before looking up with a worried expression on his face. “Forgive me, your grace, but we only have one room available. But it is the one at the end of the hall.”
Clark and Lois looked at each other, and with a shrug from Lois, Clark sighed and turned to the owner. So much for trying to keep his hands away from Lois. “We will take it. And please have hot meals brought to the room.”
“Rest assured your grace.” The owner left the counter with the key and showed them the room.
Clark had to try once more. “Is there an extra mattress or bedding that I can use?”
The owner visibly cringed and before he could answer, Clark reassured the older man. “Do not fret. We would be fine.”
The owner sighed with relief and soon, Clark and Lois were deposited in their rooms. It was tidy, with a small table and two chairs, and one window with a view of the road on the wall on the other side of the door.
“Will there be anything else you need, your grace?” the owner asked graciously.
“Just the hot meals.” Clark said, then added as an afterthought. “Do you still have that fine ale you serve?”
The owner was visibly thrilled by Clark’s praise of his ale. “Yes, your grace. I will have a bottle sent with the meals.”
“No.” Clark answered hastily. “I will take it downstairs as per usual.”
Lois faced away from Clark to hide her disappointment. She knew that she should not be upset; men drink spirits after all, especially after braving the cold weather after that freak thunderstorm. But somehow, she had an inkling that he does not want to spend any more time with her.
The owner finally left after some more arrangements with Clark and they were left alone. Lois’ heart started to thud wildly, baffled at her reaction when back in Smallville they had spent nights in her room, albeit sleeping separately: her taking the bed while Clark slept in the chair.
“Your grace.” Lois started, knowing her cheeks are burning from embarrassment at her suggestion.
“Yes, Lois.” Clark answered, who was now over by the window checking the hinges.
“I assume that you are not accustomed to sleeping on the floor. Maybe we could share the bed, but I would sleep under the covers, and you on top of course.”
Clark’s eyes widened in amusement, and Lois realized the connotation her words have presented. She stammered in her response. “I-I mean you c-could sleep on top of the covers.”
“I know what you meant.” Nodding as he replied. “It was a very gallant offer, my lady, but contrary to your opinion, I am not a stranger to the floor. Past missions had me sleeping in stables, dungeons, and pig sties. The floor would be an upgrade from those.”
Lois wanted to voice her disagreement, but instead nodded at what seemed to be a firm negative from him. She decided to change the topic.
“Do you think Bruce would be capable of protecting Martha? That is the reason we stopped by his estate, isn’t it?”
Clark was surprised at Lois’ question. They were all in one room when Clark had spoken with Bruce, but the conversation took place in the farthest corner from her. Clark had intended to tell Lois of his plan soon enough, but not of his request to Bruce to watch over his mother in his absence. He does not want to her to worry all the more about the thoughts that consumed him.
Before he answered, Clark decided that he needed to know how she was aware of Bruce’s involvement. “How could you possibly know that? We were talking in whispers and a good thirty feet away from you.”
Lois waved her hand nonchalantly and sat down on the bed to retrieve her sleeping gown from her satchel. “I learned to lip read spying on the General. My sister and I would often watch from outside his study whenever Father had visitors over.”
Clark was amazed. Apparently, you cannot hide anything from this woman. “But those might be confidential meetings, matters of the crown.”
“We knew when to stop. Whenever the king or the queen was mentioned, or anything about the military, we would stop immediately. Mostly the conversations we spy on were the ones about the neighborhood and of course casual conversations about his views on politics and economy.”
“And you did not find that off-putting?”
Lois shook her head emphatically. “Oh no. We find it rather interesting. I remember one time, Lucy and I had an argument because she was opposed to father’s view of Kandor’s politics while I agreed with him. I think we did not speak of each other for a week.” She said with a fond smile.
“You must miss your family terribly so.” Clark noticed.
“I do. But I will see them, something tells me this little problem of ours will soon be over.” Lois declared. “Which brings me to my original question you still haven’t answered.”
Clark sighed. Talk about a woman with a tunnel vision. “Yes. Bruce is capable enough to oversee things while I am away. He might not seem like it but he was well trained after his parents were ambushed and killed on the road by thieves. The king also avails of his services for the crown from time to time.”
Lois nodded. “Do you think that Linda will attempt to get to your mother?”
“We should not overlook all possibilities.” Clark answered, looking out the window once again. “I still have not discounted the idea that one who attacked you might be Wes after all. But in any case, either be it Wes or Linda, I am the common denominator between the two.”
“Who do you intend to find in Granville first? Linda or Wes?”
“Whoever I get to first.” Clark saw Lois’ pointed look, and dutifully amended. “Whoever we get to first.”
It was at that point when their food arrived. Settling at the table, they ate in silence, Lois asking questions sporadically about their subsequent journey. Satisfying both her concerns and her stomach, Lois told Clark that she would go down to ask for a bucket of water to clean herself.
“You stay here. I intend to go down anyway to check on the horses.”
And drink that ale. Lois thought. She just nodded at Clark as she watched him leave the room.
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It was past midnight when Clark returned to their room. He took his time checking the horses, and it was a good amount of time when he entered the inn and sat down on the corner facing the inn’s entrance. The buxom server, the owner’s daughter, fawned over him as she served his ale. Clark grew annoyed at her cloying advances and with a surreptitious glance to the owner, he dragged his daughter away for an impromptu work in the kitchen.
He was ruined, truly ruined for other women. There was only one who filled his impure thoughts, graced his lustful dreams. And yet it was the only woman he was not allowed to touch, given the circumstances.
Clark had so much respect for Lois. He even married her impostor, thinking it was her, because he believed that Lois was one of a kind. It was that respect that made him return much later in their room, knowing the less time he spent with her in the bedroom, the less time for temptation to seep in.
True enough, Lois was already in deep sleep. Walking over to her side of the bed, Clark looked down at her face. It was a face that he will never forget. Perfectly arched brows, straight nose, and luscious lips, he wanted to memorize every part of her. It was her words that made him think. She had a feeling that this will be over soon, and that means that they will part ways after once everything was resolved.
Clark could tell that she already missed her family. But Clark understood her desire to stick with him: she does not want to extend the peril to them if she elected to return to Fort Ryan. She needed to face the threat head on if she wanted to be free of it.
It was another trait he had admired in her. While it also puts him on edge, he could not help but appreciate her conviction. Few women have followed the course they laid out in life, and Clark was true to his word when he said that he respected women who did not succumb to the dictates of society. His mother for instance, had defied her father in marrying the man she loved, rather than the one his father chose for her. That Jonathan turned out to be a duke put Martha’s father more in the defensive because he had thought he was a lowly farmer and he had judged the man before truly knowing him.
His mother did not stop there. She could have chosen to sit down in one of her vast drawing rooms, entertaining ladies and planning balls, but she chose to live with her husband in Smallville, helping him in running his estates, that as husband and wife they have a shared responsibility to the crown and to their tenants.
Lois was no different. Instead of having her father’s soldiers do the task, she personally went to Metropolis to search for her sister. Instead of running away from him when he was stark raving mad, she met him with courage knowing she did not commit any wrongdoings against him. Even the little things, such as learning to play poker and her knowledge of horses, meant that she was one not to conform to what others thought should be a lady’s pastime.
Resisting the urge to touch her, Clark sat down on the chair by the table. Maybe they would have their answers tomorrow, maybe not. But one thing was certain, he wanted Lois to be a part of his life, always and forever.
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There you go, I know not much happened, but at least we had a glimpse of their thoughts What I can promise you is that the next couple of updates will be action packed! You know the drill, love you lots!
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I'm TeamClois after all so yes, Clois all the way!!!! Now honestly, did Clark think he could 'get away' without Lois in tow? Tsk, tsk...he's got a lot to learn. Hmm, wonder if she plans on 'punishing' him for his error in the M chapter. Which btw, I'm still waiting impatiently for. Like I said, they need to relieve some pent up frustration and now that they're sharing a room and me stuck at home all weekend due to a blizzard, let the romping begin!!!!!
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More Please
Can't wait to see what happens next
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Nice chapter. The heat is growing, they can't deny it for much longer. And I can't wait for it!
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TEAM CLOIS!!!!I'm TeamClois after all so yes, Clois all the way!!!! Now honestly, did Clark think he could 'get away' without Lois in tow? Tsk, tsk...he's got a lot to learn. Hmm, wonder if she plans on 'punishing' him for his error in the M chapter. Which btw, I'm still waiting impatiently for. Like I said, they need to relieve some pent up frustration and now that they're sharing a room and me stuck at home all weekend due to a blizzard, let the romping begin!!!!! We all know Lois, she's one of a kind still waiting for the M chapter eh? we'll see Thanks for reading!
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We all know Clois, the more they bury it, the more it will explode! Thanks for reading!
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Soooooo.. here's the next chapter, and it's a long one!
Chapter 17 Duncan ran. He ran as fast as his legs can take him. Finally, he reached the house and went to the kitchens, screaming for his mother’s name.
His mother, Mrs. Hubbard, went outside and met the young boy, ready to chastise him for raising hell inside their lord’s home.
“You should not shout like that inside here, Duncan.” Mrs. Hubbard scolded. “Or inside any house for that matter. It is not proper.”
“But mother, the duke is coming on horseback.” Young Duncan countered. “And he’s riding with the duchess!”
Mrs. Hubbard only gasped. She did not think the day would come that fear would be absent every time her name would be mentioned. Indubitably, she was a spawn of evil as no person who had died has been brought back to life.
But even before that unexplainable phenomenon, Mrs. Hubbard has already formed an opinion that the duchess was a spawn of evil, because only one of her kind would lay hurt and harm to a member of the Kent family.
She and her husband Ben have always known the Kent family, and no foul word could ever describe them. The deceased duke, Jonathan, was one of the most upstanding men she had known. He loved his wife and he loved his tenants. He treated them like family. The dowager duchess, meanwhile, was very down to earth. You could find her around the house, sharing workload with the servants, as if she was one of them. The young lord, while not accustomed to household chores, knew how to till the land and how to breed horses. Ben, whenever he visits her, would regal her with stories from the stables in Metropolis, on how the lord would get his hands dirty all because of his love of his horses.
And this one Lois Lane had the audacity to err against the Kents? Mrs. Hubbard had honestly thanked the Almighty that their duke was finally free from a wretched marriage, only for it to be short lived upon the return of the wicked woman.
But who was she to interfere? She was here to serve the duchy, and she willed herself that for her duke, she would have to stomach serving the witch as well.
Hurrying back inside, she barked out the orders, and with the efficiency of a well-oiled carriage, everything was put into order and they were now lined out at the house’s entrance, waiting for the arrival of their master.
Mrs. Hubbard was surprised when they came into view. The duke and the duchess were both on horseback. Didn’t the duchess hate horses? Not once in her whole stay here did she ride a horse, and with much mastery from the looks of it.
Slowly coming to a halt, Mrs. Hubbard pasted a welcoming smile, and gave a bow as the duke dismounted. The duchess came to a halt as well, and dismounted before the duke came to her rescue. Her eyes almost rounded at that, for the duchess would always beg for her husband’s assistance.
“Good morning, your grace.” Mrs. Hubbard started. “The rooms have been prepared, and the breakfast ready to be heated. Where would you and the duchess like to take your breakfast? The main dining room as per usual?”
The duke shook his head. “We have no intention of staying long.” He said as he handed his horse to the stable boy, and Lois did the same, and again to the shock of Mrs. Hubbard, heard her extend her gratitude to the young boy. “We will rest for a while in the study. Bring our breakfast there, then prepare two different horses for our next trip.”
“Certainly, your grace.”
The duke gave a nod as a general acknowledgment, and looked at his wife. Silently communicating, the duchess smiled as her husband placed a hand on the small of her back to guide her inside the house.
“Thank you, Mrs.—” The duchess has started and looked at the duke in question.
The duke understood and said with a smile. “Mrs. Hubbard.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Hubbard.” She said, and after a small bow, was led inside by the duke.
Mrs. Hubbard’s head followed as the couple disappeared inside the house. That her mouth was hanging open in disbelief did not go unnoticed by the other servants.
“Was she the same woman the duke married before?” One footman asked boldly.
Mrs. Hubbard, for the life of her, was at a loss for words. She only did a shushing sound, and still in shock, went inside, the others filed behind her, ready to do the duke’s bidding.
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Lois sighed as her back met with the soft cushion of the chair. Clark smiled at her contentment and went behind the desk to sit. However, he knew that their respite would be short and he hated reminding her of it.
“Breakfast will be here shortly, soon after we would be on our way to find Wes and Linda.”
Lois just nodded. “The sooner this is over, the better. I would not want to burden you any further.”
“But of course.” Clark said, a sinking feeling dominating him. He decided to focus on their mission. Wes would be easier to find. “The last time we were here, I have already asked about him and let us hope that he is still staying with his father. Linda meanwhile, would be more difficult. She only stayed here in this very house when she was here in Granville.”
“Is the father’s house far from here?”
“No. It is just a short ride.” Clark answered.
“How about our horses? Will they be able to have enough rest to make the journey back?”
“Both our horses have been tested for endurance. If we are lucky, everything we need to do will be done by noon. We leave immediately, and we stay at the same inn on the way back for the night. That will be enough rest for the horses.”
Lois was not convinced, but relented at Clark’s confident look.
The door soon opened with Mrs. Hubbard carrying the tray, and at Clark’s insistence, set it down on his table. Lois stood up and went over, immediately grabbing a sandwich, finishing it in just a few bites.
Clark laughed out heartily, Lois looked sheepish, and the housekeeper was aghast. Clark then realized the reason for Mrs. Hubbard’s reaction. “This is the real Lois Lane, Mrs. Hubbard. The reason we are here is to find answers as to who was the one we buried months before.”
Mrs. Hubbard looked skeptical, and Clark knew that she was keeping her thoughts to herself because he was their lord. Clark stood up and placed a hand on the older woman’s shoulder. “You know that you may speak freely anytime, Mrs. Hubbard.”
The housekeeper remained silent. Clark gave his long time housekeeper an affectionate squeeze. “Believe it or not, the one we buried was an impostor. We travelled here from Smallville so we can question Wes and Linda.”
“Well,” the housekeeper started, giving Lois a probing look. The other woman just smiled, as if understanding her conundrum. She continued, “I believe Wes is staying with his father, and that he is now helping his father in farming. Linda, I have not heard from since she received the money you have set aside for her after she—or rather, the impostor, died.”
Lois gave Clark a knowing look, which Clark returned. It seemed they have to question Wes first. “Thank you, Mrs. Hubbard. That information is very valuable. Are the horses ready?”
“I will check on it, your grace. Don’t hasten eating. Bad for the stomach.” She said with a small smile. “Give my regards to the dowager duchess.”
“I will.” Clark said with a grin, and the housekeeper soon left them.
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Indeed it was a short ride, and after finding out from Wes’ father that the person they needed to see was at their farm, Clark and Lois hastened to the spot.
After seeing to the horses’ safety and security, Clark and Lois immediately set on to find Wes. It was quite difficult, with rows and rows of corn obstructing their view. Finally they heard the unmistakable sound of metal hitting the earth, and they made their way through the maze of corn.
Wes, hearing someone approaching, ceased his work and turned around. Dread filled him when he realized who that person was.
“Wes.” Clark said.
Wes seemed rooted to the spot. That scandal with the duchess had him ostracized from the community at first, but what hurt him the most was the disappointment his father had shown in him. It was difficult, returning to the villagers’ good graces, but he had believed he was starting to get there. Unfortunately, it would look like his luck would once again turn against him with the arrival of the duke.
“Your Grace.” Wes said, his voice quivering, head bowed low in shame.
Clark almost made the man cease his genuflection. Almost. While Wes did commit what no man should have, the mere fact that it was not the real Lois who he had committed adultery with almost made Clark look the other way. Again, almost.
“Stand up.” Clark said.
What happened next was a flurry of actions. As soon as Wes straightened and saw who Clark was with, he dropped the hoe and ran the opposite way. Clark was certain he saw fear in Wes’ face.
Clark made chase, Lois running behind him. Wes was fast, but Clark was faster. It was not long before Clark tackled Wes to the ground face down. He then sat on his thighs and brought his hands to his back to prevent Wes from escaping.
“Why do you have to make it difficult?” Lois said as soon as she reached the men.
Wes was hysterical. “Leave me be, Maxima! Leave me be!”
“Maxima?!” Clark and Lois parroted, one shocked, the other curious.
“Who is this Maxima?” Lois asked, and upon the question, Wes stopped squirming.
Clark loosened his hold on Wes but did not stand up. “We promise you no harm. Just tell us what we want to know and we will leave you be.”
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Comfortably seated inside the hut Wes gets his respite from cultivating the land, Wes told his story which no one else knew about.
“First and foremost, I ask for your forgiveness Your Grace. There is no excuse to the shame I brought you. I brought shame to my family as well.” He started, but at Clark’s silence, decided to continue.
Clark noted though, that Wes would still not look directly at Lois.
“It was a week after you had arrived at Granville, your grace. You had just finished your morning ride, and as I was about to return your horse to the stables, the duchess appeared, inquiring about the horses. She was a novice about them sir, and I am very much willing to impart my knowledge, thinking she wanted to share at least one interest with you.”
Lois harrumphed. “Me? A novice on horses? Preposterous.”
“Lois.” Clark said, amused at her indignation despite the gravity of their conversation.
“It was a couple of days later that the duchess told me that she was not interested in the horses, but in me.”
“I resisted at first. I truly did. But she was persistent, and I am but a man, your grace. Please forgive me.”
“That is no excuse and you know it.” Lois interjected once more.
Clark remained silent, and Wes continued.
“The duchess told me that you have been ignoring her, and that she had felt so alone in that house, that the only one she could talk to was Linda.”
“You do not speak with your wife?!” Lois asked Clark incredulously.
Clark glared at Lois, but she did not back down, returning his glare with a raised eyebrow.
Wes watched the silent war between the two, and he had to admit that their interaction now was much different from what he had witnessed before.
Clark turned his attention back to Wes, signalling him to continue. Wes nodded.
“It was not long and we became intimate. The visits extended into the night, and she implied that you knew about us, but that you do not to care too much, your grace. Somehow, it validated what I was doing. That I was doing something right because the duchess seemed to be longing for love, and I was, in a way, giving it to her.”
“But my reservations have always been voiced out, your grace.” Wes added. “I was always asking about you, and she would always answer that you were already taken care of. At first I was afraid of your well-being, even demanded that we stop the affair immediately when I thought she was doing you harm, but when she told me that it was in a different way and not what I was thinking, I became weak again. I succumbed to the temptation.”
Clark, at this point, was growing impatient. He finally asked the one question he wanted to be answered from the very start. “Why did you call Lois Maxima?”
“Simply because she wanted to be called that, your grace.” Wes answered, confused at the query. “I never called her Lois. Every moment that we were together, I would always call her Maxima.”
“And the reason you ran when you saw her?” Clark asked, gesturing at Lois.
“I was afraid, your grace. Nobody comes back from the dead. Nobody. Maxima died in that burning hut. I was certain of that.”
Clark has heard enough. “Thank you for your time Wes. It was…” Clark paused, as if searching for a word. “…enlightening.”
Wes bowed once more, and with boldness he never knew to possess, grabbed the duke’s hand and placed it on his forehead while he knelt in front of him. “Forgive me, your grace. Please tell me you forgive me.”
Clark looked down at the man. To his surprise, he could find no anger in him. Not anymore. “We are both duped by a couple of cunning women. Promise me not to commit the same sin in the future.”
Clark could see that Wes was confused, but nodded all the same. He finally let go of Clark’s hand.
Clark nodded at Lois, signalling that they are to depart. Lois, a thousand questions in her mind, chose to stay quiet. She would ask her questions later once they were alone.
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Lois thought she would get to ask her questions soon, but they finally reached the inn they were supposed to stay for the night, and still she was not able to get what she wanted.
As soon as they arrived at the house, Clark had immediately ordered their horses saddled, leaving Lois no chance to interrogate him. She was left in the study as he disappeared into the kitchen, only to come back with a tray of sandwiches, telling her she needed to eat for the journey ahead. Lois pointed out that he needed to eat as well, if only to give her a chance to ask him, but Clark had said that he had to see to the preparations of the horses.
Lois wanted to scream at Clark’s obvious evasion. But she was not a Lane for nothing. She would get her answers, sooner or later.
Alas, she found out that it would be later that her curiosity would be satisfied, because even during their journey, Clark, with the help of that divine horse Sultan, would always ride ahead of her or behind her, not once beside her so she could probe him.
It was already almost midnight, and as an employee inn took care of their horses, they entered the establishment to find the owner to ask for rooms.
The owner again looked alarmed. He had informed them that the only room available was the one they had vacated the night before. Again, Clark ordered food to be delivered to their room, and soon they were alone in the room. Lois was about to start her questioning but it was Clark who spoke first.
“I need to check on the horses,” Clark started. “And I would probably take my meal downstairs as well. Rest, Lois.”
Not waiting for a reply, Clark left the room, leaving Lois to stare after him. Lois blew out a violent breath at Clark’s coddling of her. She can take care of herself, thank you very much.
Finding the basin of water at the corner of the room, she cleaned herself of the afternoon’s journey. Changing into more comfortable but still fully appropriate clothes, Lois left the room, only to meet the server on the stairs, her plate of food to be delivered.
“Thank you, but I think I will be taking this downstairs.” Lois said to the surprised employee.
Looking at the tables, she saw that Clark was seated in the corner facing the inn’s entrance, and she made her way there, to Clark’s surprise.
“I find I dislike taking my meals alone. Have you taken yours?” Lois asked nonchalantly, as if she had forgotten the fact that he had been avoiding her ever since they returned from interrogating Wes.
“Not yet.” Clark answered, his face devoid of emotion. “I asked they prepare yours first. It must be coming along now.”
True enough, the owner came out with Clark’s plate and set it upon him. Having no other requests from the duke, the owner left them to their meal.
“Are you not tired?” Clark asked as he started to eat.
“No.” Lois answered after swallowing her food. “I could not explain it, I should be exhausted, but I am not. Maybe it is because I am still at a loss, as opposed to you, who finally solved the mystery of the world.”
Clark gave out a short laugh. “That would be marvellous.”
“Care to share that marvel?” Lois said with a sweet smile.
“It seems there would be no stopping you. You are like a pit bull in a pant leg.”
Lois, instead of being insulted, looked complimented. “I am tenacious, I have been told.”
But Clark did not speak. He continued eating, and Lois had the sudden thought that maybe he was eating her patience as well. “Again, care to share that marvel?”
Mouth full of food, Clark gestured at the plate, and looked at Lois with raised eyebrows, as if telling her that he must finish his food first.
Lois acquiesced, and she ate her food silently with him, interjected with sighs, shifts in her seat, and taps of the foot on the table leg.
Clark, as if finally realizing the reason of her restlessness, wiped his mouth with the napkin provided him and looked at Lois. “Ask away.”
Lois looked delighted that she will finally be in the know. “Who is Maxima?”
“This is all I know of her: Maxima is the daughter of the late Earl of Almerac. Not to sound like a braggart, but she has been after me since her first season. I usually do not attend balls and parties, only those of my closest friends, but when I do, she would always be present. My friends know of my predicament, so to speak, and they help me steer clear of her.”
Lois just nodded. Somehow she understood, Clark was larger than life. It was impossible not to fall under his charm. “Was she a social climber then?”
“Far from it.” Clark answered. “Her father was one of the richest men in the country.”
“Then why are you averse to her?”
Clark sighed. “I honestly thought she was a brat, spoiled to the fullest by her parents. She gets everything she wants.”
“Sparkling personality.” Lois commented. “What is her involvement in this? You seemed satisfied with Wes’ answers about Maxima.”
“As I have mentioned, I try to elude her come balls and soirees, but I do remember she always had a chaperone. Now I believe, that chaperone is Linda. I am usually observant, but when it comes to her, I am afraid to say I always try to look the other way, hence I do not remember what her chaperone looks like.”
“So everything was of Linda’s doing?” Lois inquired.
“I believe so.” Clark answered. “I believe you were right on the night you were attacked, it was Linda pretending to be Wes.”
“But when did all this start? Surely not the masquerade because that was when—” Lois stopped as she felt her cheeks redden at the memory of their kiss.
Clark did not seem affected. “It started at the masquerade, yes. But the plan was realized the day you were supposed to visit my stables. That was the last vivid memory I have before I got married. That was the day I first met Linda.”
Lois processed the information. “This is all about revenge.” She said, to which Clark nodded. “But why me?”
Clark was quiet. “Like I said, it started at the masquerade. Remember when you lost that bet and you have to spend the rest of the ball with me? It is not unbecoming of Maxima to keep an eye on us. How else did she know that I invited you to my stables?”
Lois let out a breath. “Are you telling me that what Maxima did was pretend to be me, so she can have you? And when she perished, Linda thought it best to get revenge by killing me? I am not that special Clark.”
“I had a mistress before, Lois. Why didn’t Maxima try to be her then?”
Lois looked at Clark, emotions in her running high. All the implications and insinuations will never be enough. The fact that Clark had just confessed she had a mistress before flew right past her.
“Because you are special, Lois.” Clark said when Lois elected not to speak, his intense gaze communicating more than his words.
The moment was broken when the owner came to clear their plates. Clark coughed, and stood up. “I need to check on the horses. You better get your rest. We have a long journey tomorrow.”
Lois watched Clark’s retreating back. Outside, she looked calm. Inside, she was a whirlwind. Standing up, she went to the counter and asked for a glass of their ale. She saw the owner was hesitant, but gave in to her request. She was with the duke after all, and she thought maybe the owner did not want to be on the duke’s bad graces.
Lois looked at the glass as if it was her temporary savior, her savior from all the different emotions and feelings she was experiencing, if at least just for tonight.
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It was almost half an hour before she returned to their room. She knew Clark was still at the stables, and so she decided to get ready to sleep, picking up her satchel from the floor and setting it on the foot of the bed, pulling out her sleeping garments.
The door slowly opened, and Lois saw that Clark has finally returned, who looked peeved. “I thought you would be sleeping by now.”
“I had a glass of ale after the meal, gathered a few scattered thoughts.” Lois answered as she continued preparing for her slumber. Out of the corner of her eye, Lois saw that Clark was still, but that his face was turned to her. Her back tingled at the thought of Clark looking at her, but immediately dismissed the thought.
They stood in silence, the tension in the room so thick, Lois thought she would suffocate in it.
“I need to change, Clark.”
Clark, his look intense, nodded imperceptibly. Lois then saw him turn his back on her, and just stayed there. Lois took a sharp breath after realizing that Clark would not leave the room. Lois, not one to back down from adversity, if she could call this situation one, turned, facing the other way. She started to loosen the ties of her blouse, and divested herself from it. She debated on removing her top undergarment, but realized she was being finicky about it. She removed the undergarment, holding it against her chest as she turned to the bed to pick up her sleeping gown, intent on wearing it first before removing her skirt and drawers.
What happened next, Lois did not expect. A shock went right through her, heart pounding at Clark’s gentle touch on her right shoulder. She did not hear him approach, her thoughts too loud. But for the life of her, she was not scared. If she could be honest with herself, she was anticipating. She should not be, but she was.
“You have been a test Lois.” Clark whispered, his shirt brushing softly against Lois’ bare back, his hand moving slowly, barely grazing, from her shoulder down to her arm, then back up again.
“I have been a test?”
“Yes you have.” Clark answered, her eyes closing at Clark’s moving lips against her hair. “You have been a test on my resolve, a test on my willpower; a test that I have been failing miserably.”
Lois realized he was now testing her resolve as well, and like him, she was also failing miserably.
“Even when I blatantly hated you, I wanted you Lois.” His hands never still, his fingers were now tracing circles on her shoulder blades, then gathered her hair and placed it over her left shoulder, exposing one side of her neck. “Before, I had a reason of burying that desire, and that was hate. But then I spent time with you, and with each day I became certain that the woman I am now with was not the same woman I had married.”
“It all came to a head at that picnic, Lois.” Clark continued, his hands still weaving its magic, his mouth now pressing soft kisses on her exposed neck and shoulder. Lois congratulated herself on staying upright and not turning into a puddle.
“That kiss during the game, that sealed the deal. Forgive me for leaving you immediately after it, but you turn me inside out, Lois. And then you were poisoned, and I knew that I could not bear it if I lose you.”
At those words Lois knew: he was her match. Her heart she had unwittingly given, and it truly belonged to him.
“I have been fighting hard, Lois, but now I can’t.” His hands gripped her arms, his breath now brushing her ear. “But one word from you, and I will stop this.”
Her mind set, Lois stepped away from him. She faced Clark, and all her inhibitions left her. She approached him and cupped his face gently.
Clark did not need to hear words. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her with pent up passion. That there will be ramifications, he will deal with it come morning.
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I loved it
Please Update soon, I can't wait for the next chapter
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Just sending out a friendly BUMP. Please update soon. I miss this story!
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