Convalescence

Fire On The Set

"Clark, I just don't see how New Krypton can give us a baby, let us raise him for twenty-two years as our baby and then expect him to come home and forget we exist." Lois flails, dropping the tea towel on the counter with a petulant huff.

"Laws are different on New Krypton, Lois." Clark's voice is a rasp; the soft, tender timbre of a man trying to reason with his stubborn wife. He's up the creek, but not quite without a paddle, yet. "I'm sure Zara and Ching are looking into it." a gentle brush of his hand down the back of her head. "Jon is safe in his apartment and at his job at the Daily Planet."

"Well yeah, I mean he's got his big strong Superman dad running the place." Lois' mouth curls into a grin.

Clark steps closer, into Lois' personal space, and offers her a proud smile. "While his tough as nails mother runs Metropolis."

"So," she toys with his tie, tugging the knot loose. "What you're saying," shifts a little closer, hands settling on his shoulders. "is I'm worried for nothing?"

"Well no," his arms wrap around her waist, hands slipping into the small of her back, rocking them in a slow, hypnotic sway with a gentle push of his hips against hers. "But, let's not jump the gun. They tried to bring me back, and it didn't work. These new Kryptonians have no clue how humans work."

"But, you're not human, either." Lois points out.

"But, I was raised as one, and I consider myself far more human than alien." Clark leans his forehead against hers, "Yes, I can fly and run at superhuman speeds but I'm also married to a gorgeous woman, I have a great kid, and I have a fantastic job. I'm as human as I'm capable of being. And, no, life isn't always ideal and yes, I've handed some responsibilities to Jon, but I like being here. I chose you, Lois. They let me choose earth and I'm sure they'll let Jon do the same."

"But, will he?" Lois' petulance is back, this time, with a matching pout.

"Let's see, he's twenty-two, six foot, and his dad can still kick his ass. Yes, Lois, he'll probably choose us." Clark laughs, tugging her closer.

Laughter and her arms slide around his neck. "Did I ever say thank you?"

"For what?" Clark's face scrunches in confusion.

"Choosing me."

"You said thank you when you married me." Clark reassures her.

Lois can't help but sigh at her poor husband's clueless nature, before quirking her lips up in a suggestive grin and humming. "Hmm.. I had something else in mind but..."

Clark laughs when the realization dawns and shakes his head, eyebrows wrinkled in the most adorable expression of false sadness Lois has ever seen, lips stuck out in a kissable pout. "I'm sorry. No. I don't think you did."

"Allow me..."

...

Her fingers sink into the soft black hair on the back of his head, tilting him down closer to her. The butterflies flutter violently in her stomach at his close proximity and the way his hands cradle her face, fingers threaded in her hair. When the director said they would be shooting this scene first, she hadn't thought much of it, until he had ordered a script re-write that meant a kiss fading into the brand new opening credits.

It's been twenty-something years since she last kissed Dean and, God, if she isn't hoping he's as good as she remembers, but she also wishes the butterflies weren't quite so agitated so that she has a chance in hell of enjoying it.

A soft noise of impatience and he's pressing his mouth to hers.

Well, shit.

He is just as good as she remembers, maybe better, if that's even possible and it leaves her helpless, melting into him, hands grasping at his shirt in an attempt to keep herself upright.

Neither of them hear when the director cuts.

"Dean..." Teri breathes when they part for air.

Dean just laughs against her mouth, before he's delving back in, licking into her mouth as if she was the best thing he'd ever tasted. "God," Teri finally pants when they're in desperate need of oxygen. "You're just as good as I remember."

"You're better." Dean rasps, releasing her face. He takes a few steps back out of her personal space and folds his torso onto the kitchen counter to catch his breath, resting his weight on his elbows. "Christ, what do you think the chances are, he'll say that was a bad take?" he tilts his head to look at her; half laughing, half panting for air. "Maybe, the light was off or something was wrong with the microphone?"

Teri giggles, her face flushing dark red. "I think it was a good take, Dean. Too good."

"Nah, babe, this is Netflix." his grin is easy and confident; he's seen enough Netflix originals to know what they can get away with that they hadn't been able to on ABC in the 90's. "I've seen softcore porn on Netflix."

Teri's surprised by her body's inflamed response; her whole body flushes with heat and, oh God, her panties are now only slightly less soaked than if she'd gone swimming in them. She's just grateful, Lois' wardrobe for the day didn't include lingerie. It'd be really awkward giving the wardrobe people soaking wet lingerie and having no explanation for why.

"Well," she offers him a seductive little smirk. "I'll be sure to wear my good panties, that day."

Dean growls.

This is going to be a long eight months.