Now Spill, What's Up?Chapter 1
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"Smallville, I swear if you aren't down here in 2 seconds I am leaving without you." Lois yelled up the stairs. She was ready 20 minutes ago and he was still upstairs. What is taking him so long? For god's sake he should have been down half an hour ago.
"I'm coming." He walks down the stairs and I can't help but stare. His blue eyes are so bright and alive and his dark blue shirt was enhancing them. His red tie was not yet tied.
"Was this the reason you were up there forever, Smallville?" I ask as I walk close to him and take the tie from him. I place it around my neck and tie it and place it back over his head and place it in place.
"No, but you'll see soon." He said and kissed my hair. I sigh and lean into him. His arm wraps around me. "You sure you want to go out? We could stay here; we can just sit by the fire. I'll even call and cancel the reservation." He looks serious and it does sound perfect.
"Okay, but I want your jersey."
"It's yours." He kisses me and I couldn't help but smile.
"You owe me a karaoke night and you have to sing a White Snake song with me." I smile at him, knowing he wouldn't like it, but he would do it because he loves me.
"You make a hard deal, but alright." He smiles and I melt as his eyes light up. He picks me up and the next thing I know we're in our room.
"Clark!" I shriek and he laughs. "What are you doing?"
"Change then come down stairs I have something for you." He says nervousness in his voice, but his eyes betray the happiness and love he is feeling.
"Okay." I sighed. He just looked so happy I couldn't think of saying no. before he turns and leaves he hands me his jersey and kisses me.
I leave Lois with a kiss and I super speed down stairs after changing. I light a few candles and light the fire. I can still feel the ring box burning a hole in my jean pocket. I take it out and open it. I can't wait to see her face when I ask her and I hope she says yes. My mom was sure excited when I called her last week and told her, but then again she loves Lois like she's her daughter already. I hear Lois coming down the stairs and I quickly put the box back into my pocket.
"Okay so what are we going to do?" Lois asks me.
All I can think is how much I love to see her in my jersey. I walk over to her and pull her to me by the jersey. "I love you." I whisper in her ear and I feel her shiver and her weight against my chest. I smile at the affect I have on her, the tough, smart-ass Lois Lane letting herself be dependent on me was something I would never get tired of seeing.
"What are you up to Smallville? You convince me to stay home, you're very nervous, and your very touchy feely today. What's wrong?" Lois pulls away a bit and look up at me. She brushes some of my hair away from my eyes. "Oh, I love you too, Clark." She smiles and kisses me. "Now spill, what's up?" her hands on her hips looking like the Lois I have always known and, if I was honest with myself, loved.
