Cold Pasta

By Bhavani Rao

Summary: A sequel to the fanfic "Sweet Wine." Lois reflects on
her previous evening with Clark.

This is to follow Sweet Wine also by Bhavi

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New Year's morning, the apartment.

Without even opening her eyes, she knew were she was. She could
smell his cologne, feel his strong arms around her and hear his
heart beat. As she opened her eyes, there he was, in all his
morning glory. Lois loved the way he made her feel. And she also
loved the fact that when they were crossing the intimacy
threshold, he could not hear the world. All he could hear was
her, her needs, her wants and his own for her. He was still fast
asleep when she finally managed to pull herself way from his
arms.

Lois got up, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and headed into
the kitchen. She was hungry. The wine glass was still on the
table and the pasta was still on the stove. She smiled. They had
never even gotten to the pasta last night. She sat down with the
glass of wine and remembered what they had talked about late last
night.

Lois was snuggled in his arms as she looked up and asked him.
"Clark, I know that sometimes I fight with you about silly
things."

"UH huh," as he smiled.

"Clark, you have to understand this is new for me."

"Lois, this is new for me too," he said as he rubbed her arms.

"But, well, yeah, THIS is new for me...but what I meant was
trusting someone so much." She turned to land on top of him
looking into his eyes, "I know that you know this, but I...Clark,
you are the first person in a very long time I have come to
trust...not only trust, but love in a way that I never have
before. Clark, do you know why I didn't marry Lex?"

The name itself put Clark ill at ease. "Yeah, because of
Superman...well, me, I guess. You were in love with that part of
me."

"No," she answered looking deeply into his eyes.

"What?"He knew she wasn't lying. He realized she got a little
frazzled when she lied. She was too dead calm.

"Clark, as I walked down the aisle, the only face I saw was
yours- Clark Jerome Kent. The conversations we had, the first
time you kissed me, the way your hair smelled and fell on your
forehead. The way you made me laugh. The way you put up with
me...the way you loved me and the way I trusted you and at that
moment...I realized ..." Lois stopped and sat up. She placed her
back up against the wall. Lois was re-living that moment, and the
emotions had taken over. She started to cry.

He sat up, but before he could do anything, she continued,"I
realized I loved you, that I wanted to be Mrs. Lois Lane-Kent but
I had lost you, because, because I was stupid and blind."

He pulled her to him and put his arms around her. "But you
didn't, did you?" He tilted her head to give her a kiss. He
slowly lowered her back onto the bed to prove it.

The wine glass was now officially empty and she was really
hungry. The pasta was cold, but she could care less. She tossed
it in a bowl and set it on the table.

"You know, I'm hungry too," a voice from behind her said.

"I was just getting another bowl for you," she answered, "wash up
and join me." She put out another bowl for him and waited, with
this huge smile on her face.

"Lucy, what have you done now?" He sat across from her. He loved
watching her eat.

"Nothing, Ricky," She smiled. He had finally explained why he
said HOLA that one night.

"Cold pasta, Lois?"

"Well, you can re heat it."

"Lazy lazy lazy," reheating the pasta with his heat vision.

"That's not what you said..." as she started to eat the pasta.

He watched her stuff down the pasta. There were days he didn't
know if he was faster or if she was faster at eating food. He dug
into his bowl as well.

"Want some more?" she said as she got up.

He pulled her into his lap and whispered, "Always, Lois ...
Always and forever "

The pasta just kept getting colder.

THE END

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