Saturday night arrived, Clark was at Jane’s apartment door hand raised ready to knock and, of course, second and third thoughts came into his mind. Maybe we are moving too fast. We’ve known each other barely a week. Maybe everyone is right, but … before he could finish that thought Jane opened the door startling him.
Clark’s doubts died in his mind because she was standing there with a surprised and welcoming smile on her face. She looked breathtaking to him. The color of her dress matched her eyes, a lovely shade of green and her hair was pulled to one side and hung long and loose over her shoulder curling just a little at the ends, and her makeup was flawless. He cleared his throat and lowered his hand. “Hi,” he managed but it sounded more like a squeak.
“Jonny, I thought I heard something, come in, come in. You’re early,” Jane said happy to see him. They hadn’t talked since confirming the time for their date the other day. Smiling, her eyes took him in and savored how tall and striking he looked. If people could see the ‘real’ Clark Kent without the superhero suit, they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. I guess you can lump me into that group. He looked as handsome as ever with a dark suit and stripped tie, yes, very handsome indeed.
Clark caught her look, smiled and entered her apartment. He glanced at his watch and realized he was a bit early. “Should I leave and come back, I mean, do you need more time, not that, I mean, you look lovely,” he rambled on feeling nervous and flustered.
Jane couldn’t help but grin at his nervousness, but she blushed at his compliment. “Thank you, Jonny. Please have a seat; I’ll be ready to go in a few more minutes. Would you like something cold to drink, a soda, juice maybe?”
“Sure, I’ll have some water thanks,” Clark replied.
“I’ll be right back,” Jane said and headed for the kitchen.
Clark took a seat, released a breath he was holding and wondered why he was acting this way. Just relax man, she’s going to think you don’t know what you’re doing. I can do this, but it has been a while, a long while.
“Here you go,” Jane handed him some water and sat down next to him, just a little too close Clark thought. Her perfume was messing with his insides and other parts of his body.
He gulped down the water in one swallow and handed the glass back to her.
“Wow, you were thirsty, would you like some more?”
“No, I’m fine. Are you ready to go?”
“Sure, just let me get my bag and my sweater,” she replied and went to get her things which were just down the hall in her bedroom. “So, where are we going? You never said on the phone!”
“Well, I made several reservations because I wasn’t sure what type of food you liked.”
He helped her with her sweater. “I’ll eat anything Jonny, you don’t have to worry. I don’t have any allergies or anything like that.”
“That’s good to know. How does Italian sound? Lois loved Italian. Oh ...” He stopped and watched her for a moment. “I’m sorry,” he apologized and looked down.
Jane grinned and touched his arm. “Please don’t apologize for mentioning your wife. I understand. I do. Our spouses were a big part of our lives. I knew Bill for over five years before we were married.”
He knew she would understand. “It was the same for Lois and I, but … it feels a little strange talking to you about her.”
“Well, you shouldn’t feel that way and please talk about her if you want to, and I’ll talk about Bill if I want to, and we won’t feel bad about hurting each other’s feelings because it’s only natural that we would want to talk about them. Now, are we in agreement?” She squeezed his arm again and couldn’t help smiling at him.
He looked into her eyes and touched her hand over his arm. “Totally in agreement.”
They left the apartment and headed to a very nice restaurant and a very nice dinner. It was a bit crowded so Clark requested a quiet corner away from the hustle and noise. They talked and laughed about the video she made, both their spouses, their jobs, both of his jobs, and about taking it slow.
Once the dessert and coffee were on the table, Clark brought up a touchy subject. “Jane, you know I have ‘special’ friends who worry about me and about us.”
“They worry about us, but why?”
“Well, both videos have stirred up … rumors about you and me and it’s important that you not be seen with Superman anymore, but it is alright if we continue to see each other. You see, there’s always the possibility that someone with a vendetta against me, against Superman, well, they could take it out on you, try to hurt me by hurting you. Do you understand?”
Jane frowned not liking this at all. A part of her was going to miss seeing him in the suit. “I see,” she murmured as she stared at her coffee cup.
He took her hand. “Please don’t worry, my friends will keep an eye on you from time to time, but they won’t be intrusive, I promise.”
“But I don’t understand. Will they be following me around, be outside my window, what?”
Clark sensed she wasn’t happy about this. “No nothing like that. You see, they can both fly like me and one will fly over your workplace and the one over your apartment, and that’s it, no hovering or stalking. Do you see now?”
“I suppose that will be alright, and if it makes you happy,” she replied and tried to smile.
“It does make me happy to know my friends are looking out for you in case I’m away or too busy to come by.”
“Oh, I see, so, you’ll be flying over me too?” Jane teased liking that image.
Clark smiled at her flirtation. “Yes, I would,” he replied and feeling bold at her teasing, he pulled her hand toward him, his meaning clear.
He wants to kiss me here in public? Surprised, Jane’s eyes widened, but she leaned in a little. She didn’t understand what was happening to them, but she managed to come to her senses before they kissed. “It’s getting late,” she said, but felt the need to apologize. “I’m sorry, Jonny.” She pulled her hand from his.
Clark wondered if he were reading her wrong. “Jane, I.”
“It’s alright; are you finished?”
“Yeah, check please!” Clark called to the waiter.
In the cab ride back to her apartment, they sat close enough to touch, but Clark was feeling bold again, and for the life of him he did not understand why, but with Jane, he felt an urgency that was unfamiliar and familiar all at once. He inched his hand over to hers, took it inside his own, turned and smiled when she turned to him. Jane smiled back and leaned her head against his shoulder.
They arrived at Jane’s apartment front door, hand in hand. Her back was to him as she tried to open the door, but her hands were shaking. She could feel his heavy breathing and her answer was to close her eyes and try really hard to imagine what his face must look like behind her. What happened to our agreement to take it slow? Jane wondered.
“Here, let me get that for you,” Clark said and took the key from her. Their fingers touched sending out sparks again.
Her eyes wandered over his large hands up his arms to his face and he was staring at her. He pushed the door open and waited for her to go inside.
“Jonny, we should talk,” she managed to say as she entered her apartment, her back to him, but her heart was pounding so hard she could hardly breathe.
Clark closed the door, came up behind her, took her by the shoulders, turned her around and looked into her eyes. “We’ve talked enough; don’t you think?”
Jane stood very still and watched as he lowered his head, his meaning clear. He’s going to kiss me. Push him away; push him away. She didn’t listen to her mind.
Clark could feel her quivering and then he kissed her slowly at first with small little kisses coaxing and moaning softly and then it happened. She kissed him back as their tongues danced and fought for position. He was elated as he pulled her into his arms holding her close. Jane was moaning too, her arms were around his shoulders, in his hair pulling him closer. He pulled away after a minute, rested his forehead against hers, took a deep breath to slow his breathing, and then stared into her eyes with a silent question.
“Jonny, I … maybe …we.” Jane couldn’t finish because he was kissing her again with such passion and emotion that she could not help but return his kisses. She was lost, lost in her ever growing feelings for him. Jane suddenly raised her hands to his chest trying to put some distance between them so she could think. “Jonny, please we should stop. This is too quick, I mean.” She couldn’t finish as she stared at him hoping he was the stronger one.
Clark was also thinking they were moving too fast, but he found her irresistible to him and he didn’t understand what was happening either. This connection that they share felt real and special to him. He sighed and realized they both needed time to sort through their feelings. “I’m sorry, Jane,” he apologized. It was hard, but he let her go and turned to leave but he turned back after a moment. He raised her chin so she would look at him. “I’ll call you tomorrow?”
Jane touched his hand on her chin, closed her eyes and tried with everything in her to let him go and not to beg him to stay. “Call me tomorrow,” she whispered but when he dropped his hand she took it inside her own. “I’ll walk you out.”
He nodded his head unable to speak. Then they slowly walked to the door. He turned back, leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Good night, Jane.”
“Good night, Jonny,” she replied and tried to smile as she watched him walk away.
Once out onto the street, Clark closed his eyes to get some control. The cool night air helped his breathing return to normal. He suddenly got the urge to look up and he saw her at the window watching him. He smiled to himself and quickly headed to an alley, changed and streaked into the sky.
As he was floating up towards the moon and the stars, he suddenly came to the realization that he needed Jane in his life. A part of him felt as if he were betraying Lois in some way, but then he thought of her words to him so many years ago, and he suddenly accepted that it would please her to know that he was happy and content to be with someone who knew him and his secrets. He closed his eyes and thought about Jane all alone in her apartment thinking about him.
Jane got undressed and climbed into bed. Thoughts of Jonny up there in the sky thinking about her invaded her mind. She closed her eyes and thought about what had almost happened between them. It took everything in her to push him away. She shook her head still at a loss as to how this had happened and so quickly. His kisses spoke to her like no one ever had before. “Oh, Jonny.” Was it so wrong to want him so much that it felt like pain?
Meanwhile, back at the monitoring center:
It was late and Diana was thinking about Jane and how quickly Clark had fallen for her. Was she for real or were they missing something? Then she decided to dig a little deeper. “Computer, I want you to go back as far back as you can and tell me everything there is to know about Jane Troupe-Douglas starting with Lois Lane-Kent and Lucy Troupe.” She waited for several minutes and then the computer gave her the results.
Lois Lane-Kent and Lucy Troupe are both deceased. Jane Troupe-Douglas is the last of her kind. Her family of mediums and psychics goes back hundreds and hundreds of years.
Shocked, Diana needed to know more. “Is there anything else computer?”
Diana waited several more minutes and when the computer didn’t respond, she prompted. “Computer?”
No more information is available at this time.
Diana found that odd. How was that possible and I wonder if Clark knows the truth.
“But this is incredible news!”