By David <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Submitted: May, 2006
Summary: Clark always said he'd give her forever.
This is for Wendy, who likes pre-relationship stories, is crazy enough to think this is worth posting, and came up with the title. I blame the painkillers, everyone else can blame Wendy. <g>
Just a bit of silliness. All errors are my own. Enjoy.
And thank you to LabRat, my SuperGE, for editing the story in a single bound!
"You promised you wouldn't push me, Clark!" Her voice was rising. It wasn't good to get her worked up. It was never good to get Lois Lane worked up. Ever. But to get her worked up now, about this…
He tried to keep his voice even. Tried to keep the impatient inflection out of it. He'd promised he'd wait. Forever, if he had to. That's what he'd promised. He didn't want her to think he was rushing her. "I know, honey. I'm sorry."
"You promised to give me time."
Clark nodded his head. He'd given her time. He'd thought he'd given her plenty of time.
He hadn't said a word about it in three years.
"I love you, Clark, and I do want to marry you…" Her voice softened to the gentle hum he'd become so familiar with. "I just need more time, that's all."
Clark felt his heart lighten. He couldn't resist her charms, even after all this time. "Of course," he whispered, bringing her hand to his lips and smiling softly. He was a patient man. He'd given her time, and he'd give her more. He'd give her forever.
He didn't need to turn to know who it was. The nurse had come.
"It's time to go back to your room."
Clark sighed, his old bones groaning in protest as he stood. Lois smiled at him gently, her eyes wrinkling.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Lois."
She nodded her head, already drifting to sleep.
He moved towards the door slowly, gratefully accepting the young nurse's arm as he turned to steal a final glance for the night.
He'd give her forever. Or what he had left of it.