All I Want For Christmas Is You

By anonymous5658

Rated G

Submitted December 1998

Summary: A short story about Lois and Clark's first Daily Planet Christmas party.

This story came to me while listening to one of my favorite Christmas songs "All I Want For Christmas Is You" by Vince Vance and the Valiants. The words to the song belong to them. Lois and Clark belong to Warner Bros., DC Comics, December 3rd Productions and whoever else wants to lay claim to them. The circumstances in this story however, are all mine. It takes place sometime in the first season. Feedback, of course, is quite welcome! I'd like to give special thanks to Karen Ward for helping me with this story.


Clark Kent straightened his tie and checked himself over in the mirror one last time. 'Not bad,' he thought, 'for a rush job.'

Tonight was the annual Daily Planet Christmas party and he didn't want to be late, especially tonight. The Chief had talked Lois into singing. Clark had been waiting for this night for weeks. He loved when Lois let her guard down. As a matter of fact, he loved everything about Lois and he'd finally worked up the courage to tell her. This was it. This night was the defining moment in his relationship with Lois. He'd spent weeks talking himself into telling her, looking for just the perfect gift for her for Christmas. He'd finally decided this morning on a pair of very elegant sapphire earrings. He'd noticed her glancing at them a couple of times when they'd been out on assignment.

Clark popped the jewelry box in his pocket and took off flying full speed toward the Daily Planet and his love.

The minute he walked in the door of the banquet hall, he spotted her. She was stunning, as always. He approached her where she was standing next to the refreshment bar talking to Jimmy.

"Lois, could I talk to you for a minute alone?"

"Sure, Clark. Excuse me, Jimmy."

They moved slightly away from the crowd and Clark reached into his pocket, pulling out the jewelry box, "Merry Christmas Lois," he said handing it to her.

Before Lois could say anything, Perry interrupted their conversation, "Lois, you've got to get backstage, you're on in a few minutes." The Chief started leading her away.

Lois tried to keep eye contact with Clark but Perry was insistent on getting her backstage while he told her about something Elvis had done in a not-so-similar situation.

They arrived backstage and Perry said, "Stay here until you hear your music begin, it'll be about ten minutes." With that, she was finally alone… finally able to look at the gift Clark had gotten her.

She slowly opened the lid of the deep blue velvet box and had to try extremely hard to keep the tears from ruining her make- up.

Inside the box were the earrings she'd been secretly saving up for and a small note taped to the top of the box:

Lois, I love you.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Clark was the most wonderful man in the world and she'd been trying to convince herself for weeks to tell him that she'd fallen in love with him. She'd finally decided that she'd let him know tonight with the song she was going to sing. She'd searched high and low for just the right song and only decided this morning which one to sing. Lois put the earrings in her ears, set the box down on a table and heard the first notes of her music begin.

Lois made her way to the center of the stage where the microphone was. Though it was hard with the spotlight in her eyes, she found Clark in the middle of the crowd. In that instant, everyone else disappeared to Lois and only she and Clark were there.

Take back the holly and mistletoe Silver bells on strings If I wrote a letter to Santa Claus I would ask for just one thing

I don't need sleigh rides in the snow Don't want a Christmas that's blue Take back the tinsel, stockings and bows 'Cause all I want for Christmas is you

I don't need expensive things They don't matter to me All that I want it can't be found Underneath the Christmas tree

You are the angel atop my tree You are my dream come true Santa can't bring me what I need 'Cause all I want for Christmas is you

Her song over, Lois noticed that Clark was nowhere to be found and made her way backstage.

She saw him standing with his back to her and walked quietly up to him, tapping him on the back.

"Clark …"

He turned to face her, "Lois, you were magnificent."

"Oh, Clark. Thank you so much for the earrings. You know me so well it amazes me sometimes."

"You know me just as well, Lois."

"Yes, I guess I do," she inched closer to him, "and right about now, you're wanting to kiss me."

"Lois, I …"

"I know, Clark, I love you too."

"No, Lois, I need to tell you something about myself, something that might change the way you feel about me."

"I know that too, Clark. So shut up and kiss me, flyboy."

Lois wrapped her arms around Clark's waist and he cupped her face in his hands, just staring into her eyes. Slowly, his head lowered and his lips captured hers in a tender kiss.

"So, when did you figure out my secret?"

"I'm an investigative reporter, Clark, did you really think a pair of glasses would fool me forever?"

"I guess not," he said, and leaned in to kiss her again.


Or Just The Beginning …