A/N: Hello! I'm back with more! It's been a little while since the last update (nowhere near as long as for "Clark vs Lex," which i swear will be updated soon...) but at least i'm updating! I decided it was about time to intersperse a little bit of romance into this before things fall to chaos- please tell me what you think! I normally don't write these sorts of scenes. . . tell me how I did!

Disclaimer: Have you seen the amount of chaos I've wreaked on the Superman fandom universe thus far? Just imagine how much worse it would be if I actually owned anything. . . XD

Clark decided that he could get used to this. In fact, it felt to him like he already had.

Had it really only been a week since he'd told Lois the truth?

Hearing her voice again, Clark focused his attention back on Lois. She was saying something about how this restaurant reminded her of the old Italian place that went out of business way back before Clark ever disappeared, or arrived for that matter, when suddenly she stopped, giving him a sidelong look. "Is everything alright?" she asked quietly.

Clark snapped out of it. "Hmm? Oh yeah. Everything's great." A goofy grin, one which Lois couldn't help but find endearing, began to steal across his face.

"Then why are you all. . . spacey? You're sure you don't have to. . . you know?"

Clark shook his head. "No, I was just sort of. . . thinking."

Lois quirked her lips in a curious smile. "About what?"

"About how nice it is to be here, sitting across from a beautiful woman at a great restaurant, and knowing we have a son together."

His words made her blush like a schoolgirl, which only made him grin more, of course. She swirled the contents of her wine glass bashfully, before speaking up. "Well, at least now I know the feeling is mutual."

Clark's eyes shone with such love that Lois couldn't have turned her eyes away even if she had wanted to. His personality- which she now discovered to be a perfect conglomerate of both Clark and Superman- completely drew her in.

Clark paid for dinner, not having to get up once to stop something or save somebody. And Jason wasn't even with them- Perry volunteered to watch him for their first real date since Clark's return.

As they strolled down the street, Clark removed his jacket- surprisingly not his baggy, old work coat, but a rather fashionable suit jacket- and draped it over Lois's shoulders. To which she turned and gave a grateful smile. No words were really necessary between them; they had done so much catching up over the days past since she had discovered who he really was, there was nothing left to discuss. Only the serious stuff, which at this moment only entailed how much both of them enjoyed each other's company.

Lois was nervous. She felt her heart skip a beat every time she caught him staring at her out of the corner of her eye, every time their skin made contact with each other, when he smiled that wide, intoxicating smile at her. And despite the fact that it had been only a week since she'd found out the truth about him, Lois was suddenly realizing that these feelings weren't appearing out of nowhere. She'd noticed something different since the day he came back. She'd already admitted to herself that she missed having Clark back in her life again- discovering he was also the father of her son and her hero only compounded all her emotions.

But she never expected that she'd be falling for Clark Kent all over again. Not this fast.

Clark, on the other hand, had already fallen.

Sure, about a month ago falling was a bad thing. Falling meant that he'd crash-landed from an island made of kryptonite and ended up in a comatose state. But this was different. This was love.

And Clark Kent had fallen for the spunky brunette a long time ago. In all his years away, he hadn't stopped loving her. His return, her being with Richard, the revelation that Jason was his child, then her break up with Richard. . . everything she went through struck Clark at the core. Even when it wasn't him by her side, he'd contented himself to be there for her, just as a friend, even.

But it wasn't enough anymore.

As they approached Lois's apartment, they became increasingly aware of the other's presence. Lois smiled at him shyly, asked if he wanted to come in for coffee or tea or something- to which Clark responded he would. Extending his arm gallantly for her to take, Clark walked her inside, then followed her to the elevator.

Once the elevator doors closed and it began moving, Clark turned to Lois, wanting to ask her if this was really what she wanted. However, he only got a chance to start.

"Lois-"

The object of his attentions suddenly turned to him and attacked his mouth relentlessly, pinning his back up against the wall as she kissed him heatedly. Clark's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but it was only a brief moment before he gave in to the kiss as well. Reflexively, he immediately reached out his arm to use the emergency stop on the wall panel, and Lois barely noticed as the elevator jerked to a stop- not with Clark's hands on her back, his arms around her waist, their bodies pressed so close to each other. His jaw worked to open her mouth, sliding his tongue in as she moaned with pleasure. The small sound echoed around in the caverns of Clark's brain, his hearing enhancing it until the only thing he could think of was ways to cause her to keep sounding like that, for her to never separate from him again. How could he have survived five years without this woman? Clark began to lose himself in the feeling even more, each of them thinking of how surprising it was that they had been fighting their attraction this long- by how long they'd gone without each other, by how right it felt.

"Excuse me? Hello?"

At the sound of the foreign voice, Clark jumped a foot in the air, hovering for a moment before grounding himself once more. A flash of panic and loss entered into Lois's eyes, and for a moment both of them had to pause in order to catch their breath.

"Hello? What seems to be the problem?"

Clark collected himself first and answered through the emergency intercom. "Uhh, n-no problem, sir. Just, um, m-my girlfriend is. . . um, scared of elevators and sh-she panicked and pushed the stop. F-false alarm." He bit his lip hoping that would work.

"You do know there are cameras in this elevator system, don't you? Besides, Miss Lane has never expressed such fear in elevators as of yet."

Clark cleared his throat heavily, his cheeks coloring profusely. "Er, yeah." He tugged at his collar, Lois trying her best to keep from bursting out laughing at Superman's discomfort. "Um, you can send us up now you know. There's probably people waiting or something," he mumbled. He made a mental note to not use her apartment's elevators for any quick changes or exits.

Laughter could be heard through the speakers, and the elevator began to move again. Lois finally couldn't hold it in anymore and her laughter exploded out of her to the point of where she was almost keeling over on the floor in hysterics. Clark rolled his eyes at her, and had to help her out of the cab when they had reached her floor. She had calmed down only enough to unlock the door to her apartment, when Clark spoke.

"You know Lois, I don't think it was really that funny."

That did it for Lois, and once again she was laughing so hard that tears started rolling down her cheeks. Clark sighed, fighting a slight smile, and headed over to her kitchen, leaving her to her hilarity in the entryway as he began to make them some hot tea.

She had composed herself by the time he returned with their drinks to the couch. She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry. It's just kind of funny- your lies are so thin, not even the security guy believes them. And that's not including any excuses to go save the world."

Clark smiled. "Yeah, lying's never been my strong suit. I'm just good at the heavy lifting."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. You can also fly, run super fast, not to mention write pretty good articles."

His smile widened. "You actually think my writing's good?"

"Sure. Actually, I know I've never said so before, but it's pretty great. I never told you cause you were the competition. But I suppose now, since we're trying to work together on numerous fronts, what's the harm?" She shrugged before taking a sip of her drink, trying to appear nonchalant.

Clark's features softened and his hand drifted up to cup her face. She turned her deep, hazel eyes to stare into his tender blue ones and suppressed a shudder at the amount of emotion and love she saw there. He brought his face closer to hers and spoke, his breath tickling her skin. "Yeah, well you're not half bad yourself." And with that, he closed the distance between them and brought their lips together once again.

Right when things were beginning to get heated, Clark heard distant sirens and screams. He pulled back from Lois, his face paling dramatically as he listened in to the chaos going on. Confused at first, Lois's eyes shot open- but seeing the look on Clark's face, she recognized the problem.

"Lois, I have to-"

"I know," she kissed him briefly once more. "Go."

His eyes showed his gratefulness, and he bent over and gave her one more passionate kiss. "Love you," he whispered before spinning and flying out her window at top speeds.

Lois felt her heart rate skyrocket as fast as Superman had with those two, simple words. Get a grip, Lane. But the truth was she couldn't. She was doomed- doomed to love the man, doomed to her own emotions.

She didn't even bother turning on the news to see where he had ran off to- in that moment, she didn't even care. She just pulled a fuzzy red blanket up over her from the arm of the couch and curled up in a tight ball.

"Love you too, Clark."

*****S*****

Clark returned to Lois's apartment five hours later to find her spread across the couch with the blanket hanging off of her. He stopped a moment and listened to her breathing, smiling as she stirred in the slightest. After changing back into his Clark clothes, he decided that she would be more comfortable on her bed, and carefully carried her to her bedroom. He laid her down and covered her in the big red blanket she had been using on the couch. Gently he touched her forehead, brushing away a strand of hair, smiling fondly at her.

Finally, he leaned in close to her ear and whispered. "I love you so much, Lois. I'll see you at work tomorrow." He kissed her brow and turned away.

He heard her stir before she mumbled, "Love you too, Clark."

He smiled and turned back to face her from the doorway. "I know, Lois. I heard you the first time while I was out."

She smiled as her eyelids began to flutter shut once again, and Clark left her apartment with a grin on his face, wondering how he had ever fooled himself into thinking he was happy before now. He took the elevator down, and for once, allowed himself to stroll contentedly down the street to his own apartment.

*****S*****

From the hotel across the road from Lois's apartment, a man watched carefully as Clark Kent walked out of Lois's apartment at about four o'clock in the morning, looking completely content. The man's sunken blue eyes took it all in with a cold calculation on the surface- but underneath, his blood boiled. He put down the binoculars and rubbed his eyes. For a moment there, he had been wondering if it would be worth anything, stalking Lois Lane in an effort to find him, but now he had his proof. It was this moment that made it all worthwhile.

The man smiled wickedly as an idea began to percolate in his mind. Yes, he thought, this can work to my advantage. I'll plan it all out, down to the letter.

The man stood up and gathered his things, waiting for the elevator to take him to his room, picturing the look on Clark's face when he, of all people, actually showed up to the Daily Planet tomorrow morning.

And tomorrow, Clark Kent will get the surprise of his lifetime.

A/N: Soooo. . . What do you think? Had to leave a cliffhanger of sorts- I mean come on. What fun would a happy ending be, right? More to come, with more chaos. Don't forget your review at the bottom!