By Erin Klingler (aka ELK) email@example.com
Summary: The author's scenario for Lois and Clark's honeymoon. The lovestruck couple checks into a Hawaiian hotel.
Author's Note: After watching the honeymoon episode, I was somewhat disappointed because I wanted more …More! So I decided to write this fanfic about the honeymoon Lois & Clark *should've* had … and were definitely entitled to! For those LNC fans out there who enjoy the steam, this one's for you! Thanks to all my gutter buddies on IRC—for without their gutterish inspirations and their own steamy fanfics, this story wouldn't have been inspired! <bg>
And by the way … this is dedicated to my FoLC buddies Rachel Royce and Rich Synave, who were involved in a bet about who could get their fanfics done first … Rich or me. And guess who won?? =) Rich … you took the challenge and LOST, you loser!! <vbeg>
Enjoy this story, FoLCs!! This fanfic was written when I was going through WAFFy withdrawal syndrome (Hey! A new acronym! WAFFyWS!) and it wasn't meant to be taken seriously. So just enjoy it and ignore the lack of plot! <bg> Any comments and/or suggestions can be emailed to me at: firstname.lastname@example.org
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The sun was just starting to set as Lois and Clark walked through the doors of the hotel. They crossed the beautiful, expansive lobby holding hands and snuggling up next to each other.
When they reached the front desk, Clark smiled at the clerk standing behind it. "Hi. We need to check in. We have reservations."
The desk clerk smiled pleasantly. "And the name, please?"
"Kent," Clark said. He looked over at Lois, a big smile crossing his face, and she responded with a happy smile of her own.
The desk clerk punched a few keys on his computer. "Ah! Here we are. Clark and Lois Kent."
Clark's smile widened. "That's it."
The desk clerk turned around to reach for the necessary paperwork that needed to be filled out. When he turned back around, he saw that the Kents were in the middle of a deep, passionate kiss.
"Ahem!" he said, pretending to clear his throat. Lois and Clark quickly separated, looking sheepishly at the clerk. A smile crept across the clerk's face as he handed them the paperwork. "If you'll just fill this out, I'll get you your key."
As they filled out the paperwork to check in, the clerk eyed them openly. It was obvious to him that these two were deeply in love from the way they had their arms around each other, and stopped whatever they were doing every minute or so to kiss or gaze lovingly into each other's eyes.
They'd booked the honeymoon suite, so apparently they were newlyweds. They'd probably just gotten married that very day. He had worked at the hotel for a long time, and he could always tell newlyweds by that rosy, *everything is perfect* glow they had about them. And this couple wasn't any different. It was very obvious to him and anybody else who took the time to look, that they were very much in love.
When the papers were finally filled out, Clark slid them back to the clerk. Just then the bellboy approached, offering to help them with their two suitcases.
"Oh," the desk clerk said suddenly, having been reminded of something. He looked over Clark's shoulder at the huge glass doors at the front of the hotel. "Where's the airport shuttle? I have a message for the driver."
"Ummm," Clark said, shifting his feet nervously. "We didn't take the shuttle."
The desk clerk looked at him, obviously confused. "Well, then how did you get here from the airport? The shuttle is the only way to get here at this time of the evening."
Lois and Clark looked at each other, their mouths opened slightly as they tried to think on their feet. They definitely couldn't tell this man that they hadn't come from the airport because they had taken the "Superman Express".
"We, uh … " Clark stammered, looking over at Lois for help.
Lois jumped right in, saving him from making one of his famous lousy excuses that she now knew and loved. "We had some friends drop us off, but they've left already."
"Ah." The desk clerk nodded understandingly. "Well, no matter." He turned to retrieve their room key and then handed it to Clark. "Room 401, the honeymoon suite."
Clark glanced slyly out of the corner of his eye at Lois, who smiled suggestively back at him. Then he turned his attention back to the clerk. "Thank you." They turned and headed for the elevator across the lobby where the bellboy was waiting with their suitcases on a rolling cart. The bellboy gestured to their two medium-sized suitcases. "Is this all the baggage you have?" he asked, somewhat surprised. "Usually people checking in have several more bags than this."
Clark shook his head. "Nope. That's all we brought." Then Clark smiled wickedly at Lois, and said softly, "We're not going to need many clothes." But as quietly as he said it, the bellboy overheard and blushed slightly.
Once they were in the elevator, Lois wrapped her arms around Clark's neck and kissed him deeply. Very quickly, their kiss became more passionate. When the elevator finally came to a stop on their floor, the bellboy had to clear his throat to bring them out of their impassioned kiss. "Fourth floor," he announced formally.
Looking disappointed at the interruption, Lois and Clark stepped away from each other long enough to step out of the elevator and into the hall. The bellboy maneuvered the luggage cart around them and led the way to their room.
When they reached room 401, Clark pulled some bills from his pocket and turned to the bellboy, handing him the tip. "Thanks for your help. We can take it from here."
The bellboy thanked him, then disappeared into the elevator. Then Lois and Clark were alone. Clark unlocked the door to their suite, but before he pushed the door open, he looked at Lois and smiled disarmingly. "Should I carry you over the threshold?"
Before Lois could respond, he swept her up into his arms. Lois clung to his neck, and they laughed as Clark did some fancy maneuvering to push the door open with his foot, then walk through the doorway and into the room. Clark set her gently back down on her feet once they were inside, and turned to shut the door behind them.
"Wow!" Lois gasped as she looked around the luxurious suite. It had an understated elegance about it that she loved. Everything had been decorated in muted shades of tan and beige, and then brightened by the vivid colors of tropical flowers that filled vases throughout the room.
Clark watched as Lois walked further into the room, her mouth open in pure delight as she explored the rest of the room. He'd seen the whole suite before he'd booked it, so he just stood back and enjoying watching Lois' reaction to it all.
She crossed the front room and went into the large bedroom, openly eyeing the large king-sized bed. A door to her left opened up into the bathroom, which was nearly as large as the bedroom. It had a huge vanity with two sinks, a stand alone shower in one corner, and a large jacuzzi tub in the other.
"Mmm," Lois said, raising her eyebrows at the tub, then turning to smile giddily at Clark. "A tub big enough for two. That could be interesting."
Clark laughed, but her implication was causing troubles she didn't yet know about. Lois stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward the windows and sliding glass doors at the far end of the bedroom. When she pulled back the curtain sheers, she was speechless.
She flipped the lock on the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the large, private balcony which overlooked breathtaking views of the ocean. She stood there for a long minute, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing onto the beach, and watching as the translucent blue waters rushed up onto the white sand of the beach that seemed to go on and on.
Finally Lois stepped back into the room and slid the patio door shut behind her. She turned to look into Clark's smiling face. Smiling back at him happily, she stepped into his arms and slid her arms around his neck. "This place is just amazing. I can't believe how beautiful it is here."
Clark lifted his hand to smooth her hair back from her face tenderly. "Oh, I don't know. I have something much more beautiful to look at right in front of me." Then he leaned down and gave her a long, lingering kiss.
A few moments later, Clark felt, rather than saw Lois smile. He pulled back slightly so that he could look down into her face. "What's so funny?"
Lois couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her face. "I just can't believe that it's finally happened! We're actually married."
Clark cradled her face gently in his hands and gently brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. "I know. It's incredible. I just can't believe it has taken *so* long." He sighed a deep, happy sigh. "But we don't have to worry any more about clones, amnesia, or the myriad of other problems we've had, because," he paused to give her a soft kiss. "We finally belong to each other."
Lois was touched by his words, and she felt happy tears come to her eyes. "I love you, Clark."
Clark stroked her cheek lovingly, smiling softly into her eyes. "I love you, too, Lois."
Then he leaned down and kissed her. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, but it quickly became deeper and more passionate. When they finally broke apart, they were both breathless. Lois shivered slightly. Their kisses had never been like this before, and it left Lois wanting, and needing more. Much more.
She looked up into Clark's warm, brown eyes and saw the love and desire for her sparkling in them unmistakably. Unable to deny the rush of hunger she felt for him, she met his kiss halfway, quickly ignited fires of passion.
Lois broke from their kiss to place a trail of kisses starting at his earlobe and working her way down his jaw-line. When she reached his chin, she continued on down his throat. Clark closed his eyes, reveling in her gentle kisses. He wrapped his arms around her more tightly and pulled her even closer, pleasuring in the way it felt to have her body pressed tightly against his.
Lois slid her arm around to his back and tugged at his shirt tails, freeing them from his waistband. Clark moaned softly as she slipped her hand underneath his shirt and caressed the smooth skin of his back, feeling the taught muscles that were now tense with desire.
She continued to work her way down his throat with her kisses, and when she reached the top of his shirt collar, she concentrated momentarily on kissing the curve of his throat. Her fingers reached up to the top button of his shirt, almost as if they were acting on their own free will. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she worked at undoing the buttons one by one, taking the time to kiss the bare skin exposed by her efforts. The slow, methodical way she was going about it was driving Clark absolutely crazy with desire. It was all he could do to not completely lose his self control.
Finally the front of his shirt hung open, giving Lois easy access to his firm stomach. She ran her fingers over his washboard stomach, her feather-light touches making his skin feel like it was on fire.
Clark moved his hands from her hips and slid them slowly to the small of her back, then moving them upward, caressing her softly through the fabric of her dress as he went. When he reached her shoulders, he felt for the catch of her zipper, moaning softly as he felt her hands move lower still on his stomach.
Feeling what little bit of control he had left leave him, he pulled the zipper of her dress down, running his fingers lightly against her skin as he did. She stopped her fresh explorations to gasp at the touches that made her insides quiver in eager anticipation. The sound of the zipper unzipping exploded in Clark's ears, amplified a hundred times over and causing his excitement to build to new levels. The zipper undone, Clark moved his hands to her shoulders and the dress slid to the floor.
Lois looked up into his dark brown eyes that were now glazed with desire and slid his shirt off of him, letting it join her dress in a pile at their feet.
Unable to resist her a moment longer, Clark scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her across the room to the bed. He set her down gently on it, and lowered himself on top of her. She liked the way his body felt pressing solidly down on her own, making her feel safe in a way she had never before known.
Clark concentrated on the smooth, creamy skin of her throat, setting it on fire with his light, feathery kisses. She sighed with pleasure as he traced a trail of kisses along the curve of her shoulder and collarbone, then worked his way back up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. Finally he captured her lips with his own, and their kiss sent a course of red-hot desire rushing through Lois.
Their kiss deepened even further, and their breathing became heavy. Clark slipped an arm around her waist and then in one quick motion, pulled her over on top of him. Lois reached up to move one of the throw pillows out of the way, and in the process knocked the phone next to them off the hook.
"Mmm … " Lois mumbled into Clark's mouth as she fumbled for the phone. A second later, she waved her hand at it. "Oh, forget it," she muttered, going back to delighting in Clark's passionate kisses.
Clark rolled them over again, pinning her underneath him. He pulled away from their kiss for a moment, looking down into her flushed face. "Lois," he said breathlessly. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"
Lois nodded seriously. "We've waited for this moment for a long, *long* time. I'm *definitely* ready."
A smile curved across Clark's lips. "I have a feeling this is going to be a night to remember."
The next morning, Lois was awakened by the warm sunlight streaming across her face. At first she couldn't remember where she was. But when she opened her eyes, it all came back to her in a rush.
Clark's face was only inches from hers, and Lois spent the next few minutes just watching him as he slept, her love for him nearly bursting through her chest. He looked so perfect lying there next to her. The soft beams of sunlight played across his features, and Lois took them all in—his soft, fair skin, hard chiseled jaw, and his long-lashed eyelids that she knew concealed the dark, chocolatey brown eyes that held so much warmth and love in them when he looked at her.
Lois snuggled closer to him, deciding that she liked waking up next to her husband. Husband. She smiled. That sounded even more incredible than she had ever imagined it would.
A few moments later, as if he could feel her watching him, Clark stirred. She watched as his eyelids fluttered open, then his eyes met hers and he smiled softly. The love he felt for her filled his eyes and made Lois' heart melt with sheer happiness.
"Hello, gorgeous," he said, his arm tightening around her waist. "Do you know how beautiful you look first thing in the morning?"
Lois smiled happily. "No, but you can tell me, if you'd like."
Clark laughed. "Okay. You look very beautiful first thing in the morning."
"Well, thank you," she said, still smiling happily. She met his kiss halfway, and Lois was amazed at how it felt to wake up next to this wonderful man she could now call her husband. It felt like heaven.
When their kiss finally ended, Lois rested her head back onto his arm. "Mmmm," she murmured dreamily. "I can't remember ever feeling this … wonderful."
He smiled at her, looking very much at peace with himself. "Me, either. Last night was perfect. Even better than I ever thought it would be."
Lois propped herself up on an elbow and stared down at him in mock indignation. "You mean you didn't think it was going to be as good as it was? Just what is that supposed to mean?"
Clark laughed and sat up a little and leaned forward so he could kiss her bare shoulder gently. "There you go, jumping to conclusions again. I just meant that it was perfect."
"Well, maybe I should show you again how perfect it can be," Lois said with a seductive smile.
Clark's eyebrows raised at her directness, but he grinned boldly. "I think I can handle that," he said, pulling her unclothed body next to his and kissing her fervently while his hands began fresh explorations.
Afterward, Lois lay in the crook of his arm with her head resting against his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. For the longest time they lay that way, in the circle of each other's arms, just enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment.
Finally Lois rolled over a little so she could see the alarm clock on the night stand next to the bed. She gasped in surprise. "I had no idea it was so late!" she exclaimed. "No wonder I'm getting hungry."
Clark pulled her back down against him and drew lazy circles on her bare stomach with his fingertips. "What do you want to do for breakfast? Do you want to go anywhere special?"
"Why don't we order room service?" Lois whispered seductively in his ear. "That way we could stay in bed."
"Mmmm. I like the sound of that," he murmured, edging closer to her so that he could kiss her. Several minutes later, Clark finally pulled back from their kiss. "Lois, as much as I'm enjoying this," he grinned at her. "If we don't get breakfast ordered, we may miss it completely." Then, with one last kiss, he propped himself up on an elbow and reached for the phone.
He looked over at the night stand on Lois' side of the bed and spotted the list of hotel numbers. "Honey, would you hand me that list, please?"
Lois looked where he was pointing and got the list for him. Before she handed it to him, she leaned in for another kiss. "Honey, huh? I like it!"
Clark smiled against her kiss, then sat up. "I'll remember that," he told her. Then he swung his feet out of the bed and sat on the edge of it, only his waist and lap covered by the sheets. He picked up the phone and dialed the number for room service.
Lois scooted over to him and sat up, wrapping her arm around his waist and laying her hand on his taught stomach. She planted a firm kiss on his shoulder blade, then pressed her ear and cheek against his back, listening to the rumbling of his voice as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line.
Starting to feel ignored, Lois smiled mischievously against his back and ran her hand lightly down his stomach toward his navel. Clark's skin burned where she touched him, and his stomach clenched inadvertently as her hand reached yet lower.
"Lois, stop!" Clark hissed, trying his hardest not to laugh. "I can't think when you do that."
"I know," Lois told him wickedly as she continued on.
Clark was having an incredibly tough time talking to the guy on the phone with this kind of distraction. He tried his best to ignore the fiery sensations starting to burn within him, and forced himself to concentrate on his phone conversation. After a minute, Lois heard Clark say, "Oh, ummm … just a second." Then he turned his head slightly so he could look over his shoulder at Lois. "What do we want?"
Lois stopped what she was doing and stretched up so she could nibble on his free ear. "What I want is right here," she said provocatively.
"Loisssss," Clark reprimanded, squirming half- heartedly to get her to stop. She giggled in his ear, knowing what a distraction she was being, and loving the fact that she was able to have this kind of effect on him.
Realizing that Lois wasn't about to help him, Clark asked about the hotel's specialty breakfasts. As he tried to listen as the guy explained to him what they were, Lois ran her hand up his thigh, causing him to let out a unintentional gasp as he squirmed some more. Lois giggled again, and Clark laughed softly, hissing at her again to stop.
As there was a short pause on the phone, Clark realized, embarrassed, that the guy he was talking to probably knew exactly what was going on. Knowing he couldn't take much more of Lois' teasing, Clark quickly ordered a couple of the hotel's specialties and hung up the phone.
Clark turned to Lois and gave a look of mock exasperation. "Lois … What are you trying to do, distract me?"
She nodded, batting her eyelashes at him playfully. "Did it work?"
"Yeah, I'd say it worked!" Clark said, laughing. "But I think I may have to teach you a lesson about trying to distract me when I'm on the phone." He pushed her backwards onto the bed and pressed himself against her, finding her lips with his own, kissing her so passionately that they were both breathless when they drew apart.
"Wow, if that's teaching me a lesson, maybe I need to find a lot more to learn," Lois stated matter-of-factly.
Clark smiled in agreement. "Maybe you do. Hey, listen," Clark told her as he climbed out of bed. "I'm going to go take a quick shower before our food gets here. I'll be out in a flash."
And he wasn't joking. Not even a minute later, he walked out of the bathroom, his dark hair wet and slicked back, beads of water still on his shoulders, and wearing nothing but a towel draped loosely around his hips.
Lois smiled at the sight. "What are you wearing?" she asked, doing everything she could to stay where she was and restrain herself.
Clark looked down at the towel, then back up at her. "It's a towel. What does it look like I'm wearing?"
Not able to stand the sight of him standing before her in only a towel a second longer, she threw any restraint she had right out the window. She stood up and walked over to him. "Well, I think you're wearing too much," she said, her voice low and seductive. She grabbed a corner of the towel and tugged on it, pulling it off of him and letting it drop to the ground in a heap at their feet.
Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, long and deeply. He pulled away so that he could nibble on her neck, and she laughed sexily.
Before things could escalate, they were interrupted by a knock on their door. Clark and Lois both moaned. "That must be our breakfast," he said.
Lois wrapped her arms around Clark's waist and prevented him from moving. "Maybe if we're really quiet, they'll go away."
Clark laughed, untangling himself from her. "Come on, Lois. We'll have plenty of time for that later. Besides, I thought you were hungry." He grabbed his robe from the bathroom and slipped it on. "I promise I'll be right back." He shut the bedroom door behind him as he went to answer the door.
Lois climbed back in bed, and tried to pull the tangled sheets up over her, but only succeeded in partially covering herself. A minute later, she heard the outer door shut and then the bedroom door opened and Clark reappeared, rolling a breakfast cart ahead of him into the room. "Anyone hungry?" he asked.
Lois sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest, and eyed the cart filled with scrumptious looking breakfast dishes. There were pancakes and bacon, hash browns, toast, and a myriad of fruits. "Wow! Everything looks wonderful!"
Clark grabbed one of the breakfast trays and started piling a little bit of everything onto it before setting it on her lap. "Well, eat up because we have a big day ahead of us. I've arranged for us to spend a fun-filled day around the island."
"Can't we just spend a fun-filled day here in bed?" Lois said with a wink as she bit into a plump, ripe peach.
Clark watched as some of the peach's juices dribbled down her chin, and he felt his resolve to carry through with the day's outside activities quickly weakening. After a very long minute, Clark was finally able to regain control of his faculties, and he shook his head.
"Now, Lois," he scolded playfully. "If you wanted to stay in bed for our entire honeymoon, why did you want to come here to Hawaii? We could've stayed at my apartment. Besides, now that we're here, I think we should take advantage of it and get out and do some things."
Lois pouted playfully. "Okay, if that's what you really want to do."
Clark laughed and sat next to her on the bed so he could give her a deep, lingering kiss. "Don't worry," he told her, smiling, when the kiss ended. "We'll have plenty of time for *that*, too."
Lois laughed, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down next to her on the bed. And then, for the moment, breakfast was forgotten.
By lunch time, Lois and Clark decided to head for the beach. Clark, even without his use of super speed, didn't need much time to get ready. He grabbed a T-shirt and a pair of plaid swim trunks from the drawer and announced to Lois that he was ready.
But Lois took a little bit more time getting ready, wanting to choose just the right thing to wear on her first day at the beach in Hawaii. Finally she decided on her simple, black one-piece suit with its high cut legs and revealing low- cut front. When Clark saw her in it, he knew he'd seriously have to consider taking several dips in the ocean to cool himself off.
On their way out of the hotel, they picked up the picnic lunch that they had arranged to have the hotel make for them, and then headed for the beach. They spent a relaxing couple of hours sitting on the warm sand, talking and laughing and eating their delicious lunch. Everything was intermingled with passionate kisses and romantic moments when they did nothing but lay on the beach in each other's arms.
A few hours later, when they'd decided they'd had enough of the beach, they agreed to start on the other activities Clark had planned.
"So what's next?" Lois asked as the packed up the remains of their picnic lunch.
"How about parasailing?"
Lois laughed and looked up at Clark. "Why do we have to do that?" she asked, leaning closer to him and whispering knowingly in his ear, her breath causing a new multitude of problems. "I can go flying just about anytime I want to. And it's free."
Clark smiled broadly. "Yeah, I guess I see your point." He gave her a quick kiss as he picked up the picnic basket. "Let's do something else, then."
They decided to go sight-seeing, so they spent the afternoon mopeding around the island seeing the sights, hiking down a multitude of paths, and most of all, just enjoying being in love.
The day passed quickly, and soon they went back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. When they got to the restaurant they had made reservations at, they were seated almost immediately. The service was great, the food was wonderful, and the company was perfect.
Afterwards, they strolled down the darkening streets, seeing the touristy stands and watching the locals going about their lives. Lois sighed and leaned up against Clark, feeling happier than she'd ever been in her entire life. "Clark, I keep wanting to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming," she told him as they walked slowly along. "It's all so perfect, spending this time here with you. I never imagined I could feel this much in love."
Clark smiled as he stopped her by putting his hands on her shoulders, and turning her so that he could take her in his arms. "I know what you mean. What we have together … it's really something special. And these last couple of days have made me realize something else. I'm the luckiest man alive."
Lois smiled tenderly, feeling very touched by his revelation. She slid her arms around his waist and held him close as he leaned down to kiss her, tenderly at first, then more fervently. Lois moved her hand from his lower back and let it drop down to his behind.
As their kiss became more passionate, she let her hand move around to the outside of his leg, then started moving it up the inner part of his thigh. Clark laughed into her mouth, then pulled back a bit as he dropped his hand to cover hers, stopping its upward and inward momentum.
"Loissssss," he complained playfully. "We're in public."
Lois grinned up at him. "Then maybe we should go somewhere *not so public*."
Clark couldn't help laughing. "Who would've known you'd be so insatiable?"
"So now you know the real me," Lois said between kisses. "Surprised?"
Clark nodded. "Pleasantly!" Then an evil grin crossed his face. "How fast do you think we can get back to the hotel?"