A/N: I had an inspiration after watching the Clois love scene that was shown in the Season 9 trailer at the 2009 Comic Convention - but that wasn't the only place where I got inspiration. You could say that this story is also semi-autobiographical.

On a side note, I originally posted the first chapter on 9/5/09 on another website and the epilogue on 4/30/10. This story means a lot to me and is in my top five of all the stories I've ever written. Having said that, I hope you enjoy it.


Waiting for tonight, oh, when you would be here in my arms, waiting for tonight, oh, I've dreamed of this love for so long, waiting for tonight...

"Can you get the door - Mrs. Kent?" he asks her.

"Of course I will - Mr. Kent," smiling up at him as her hand reaches for the doorknob. He nudges the door open with his foot and carries her into the room; pushing it closed behind him. He gazes into her eyes; gently caressing her cheek with his fingers.

"Have I told you how much I love you?" continuing to stare into her eyes.

"Not in the last 10 minutes," she quips; still smiling. He sets her down while the busboy brings in their luggage.

"Will there be anything else sir?" the bus boy asks him.

"No thank you," Clark replies; handing him a tip.

"Very well sir," walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Clark walks over and picks up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and re-opens the door; hanging it on the outside doorknob. He closes it again; making sure it's locked. Then he turns around to look at Lois. "We're finally alone," a big smile on his face. He walks over to her; saying, "Why don't we change into something a little more comfortable?"

"Okay," she says; blushing a little. She picks up her suitcase and walks into the bathroom; closing the door behind her. Once she's behind the door, she leans against it and sighs; remembering the conversation she had with her new mother-in-law during the reception earlier in the evening...

"So how does it feel to be Mrs. Clark Kent?" Martha asks her; sipping some champagne.

"It feels wonderful Mrs. K", she replies.

"Now how many times have I told you to call me 'Mom"?" she gently scolds her - but with affection.

"I'm used to calling you Mrs. K, that's all. It still sounds strange to call you 'Mom'. It's just going to take me a little while."

"That's okay Lois. If you want to call me Mrs. K, that's okay. Whatever you feel comfortable with."

Lois looks thoughtful for a moment. "Can we talk privately?" she asks Martha.

"Of course Lois. Why don't we go outside and sit down on one of the benches?"

"Okay", following her outside. They find a bench that's located in a little alcove and they sit down.

"So what do you want to talk about Lois?"

"Well", hesitating for a moment, "I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. I'm a little nervous about tonight."

Martha looks curiously at her. "Tonight? Why would you be worried about tonight Lois? It's not as if you and Clark haven't..." her voice drifting off when she sees Lois shaking her head. "Are you trying to tell me that you and Clark haven't made love yet?"

"That's right," she says. "And the truth is, I've never made love at all."

Martha is stunned by her admission. She recovers her composure before she finally gives her a reply. "So you're still a virgin?"

"Yes. Just like Clark," she replies.

Martha's jaw drops open at that revelation. "I thought Clark and Lana had..."

"No. They never had sex."

"Well, I have to say that I'm surprised to hear all this. I just assumed that the two of you were having sex all this time."

"I know," she sighs. "We didn't exactly plan it, but it just seemed to turn out that way."

"I see," Martha looking thoughtful. Then she reaches over to take Lois's hands in hers. "There's nothing to be nervous about Lois. You love each other. And I will tell you that it may take a little time to be in tune with each other's bodies, but it's a journey that I know you will both enjoy. Trust me," smiling at her.

Lois can't help but smile back at her; leaning forward to give Martha a hug. "Thank you," her eyes watering.

She snaps out of her reverie when she hears a knock on the bathroom door. "Lois? is everything okay?" hearing Clarks voice calling out to her.

"Everything is fine," wiping her eyes. "I'm just gonna need a few more minutes to get ready."

"Okay," he says. "I'm going to build us a fire, then put some music on so that we could dance. How does that sound?"

"That sounds wonderful," she says.

"Good," he replies. She could even hear the smile in his voice.

After she hears him walking away from the door, she picks up the suitcase and places it on the toilet seat; opening it to reveal the matching robe and nightgown she bought for their first night together. She takes a deep breath, then begins to undress; slipping the nightgown over her head.

The silkiness of the fabric feels so good against her skin. She looks at herself in the mirror and wonders if she should leave her hair up or down. She decides to leave it up for now; thinking that Clark might want to have the pleasure of letting it down himself.

As soon as she had gone into the bathroom, Clark opened his suitcase and pulled out the midnight blue pajamas that he bought especially for the honeymoon. Although at one point he wondered why; considering the fact that he probably wouldn't be wearing it for very long. But he decided that he liked the way it looked.

He takes off his clothes and slips on the bottoms; loving the way they feel on his skin. He had thought about leaving the boxers on, but decided against it; smiling to himself. Then he puts on the top and leaves it partially unbuttoned; revealing some of his bare chest.

He takes a quick look in the mirror that's hanging on the wall next to the door. He runs his fingers through his hair one last time, then walks over to the side chair and sits down. While he's waiting for Lois, he thinks back to a conversation he had with his best man just before the ceremony...

"Let me fix that for you," Oliver replies; adjusting Clarks tie. "You should really learn how to tie these things."

"I know," shrugging his shoulders. "I'm just used to having Lois tie them for me."

"Or maybe you just like her touching you," Oliver quips; the hint of a smirk on Oliver's face.

"Very funny," Clark retorts. But then he can't help but smile. "I never really thought of it like that."

"Uh huh," Oliver remarks; rolling his eyes. "There," turning Clark around so he could look in the mirror. "How does that look?"

"That looks great. You did a really good job."

"Of course I did. You have no idea how many tuxedos I've had to wear in my life." He walks over to the couch and sits down; crossing one leg over his other thigh.

Clark looks over at him for a moment, then sits down on the armrest. "Oliver, I could use some advice about something."

Oliver looks curiously at him. "You sound serious Clark."

"I am," he replies.

"Okay. What do you need some advice about?"

"Well..." hesitating for a moment. "It has to do with tonight."

"What about tonight?" Oliver asks him.

"I'm a little nervous because...well...Lois and I haven't...uh..."

Oliver looks curiously at Clark as he realizes what he was trying to say. "Are you saying that you and Lois haven't had sex yet?"

"That's right," Clark replies.

"Well, I have to say I didn't expect that," looking over at Clark. "But you should know what to do. After all, you and Lana..."

"I never had sex with Lana," interrupting him.

"Wait a minute," Oliver says; getting up from the couch and looking down at Clark. "Let me see if I'm hearing what I think I'm hearing. You're still a virgin?"

"Uh huh," blushing a little.

Oliver's eyes widen in surprise at that revelation. "I don't believe it. I never would have guessed," sitting back down and staring up at Clark.

"Well I'm not the only one," Clark retorts; glaring back at him.

"Hold on," getting up again. "Lois is one too?"

Clark doesn't reply, but his silence gives Oliver his answer. "Look," walking over to Clark and putting his hands on Clark's shoulders. "I'm sorry if I reacted the wrong way. It's just that it took me by surprise, that's all."

"Okay. I forgive you," giving him a small smile.

"Alright," sitting back down. "So, you need some advice. Hum. That's not an easy one. It's been a really long time since I've been a virgin so..." his voice trailing off. Then he says, "I will tell you this much. Just do what feels right Clark. Go with the flow. You'll know what to do. Trust me. And the fact that your first time is with someone you love...well...that just makes it so much better."

Clark looks curiously at Oliver. "I never expected to hear that from you Oliver," smiling at him. "But thank you. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome. That's what a best man is for," smiling back at him.

He snaps out of his reverie and realizes that Lois was still in the bathroom. He decides to walk over there and make sure she's okay. After she reassures him that she is, he walks over to the fireplace and builds a fire using his heat vision. Then he pulls out an mp3 player; deciding to press 'play' when Lois returns. Just then, he hears the bathroom door about to open. He stands back up and stands in front of the fireplace; watching as the door slowly opens...



Like a movie scene
In the sweetest dreams
I have pictured us together
Now to feel your lips
On my fingertips
I have to say is even better
Then I ever thought it could possibly be
It's perfect, it's passion, it's setting me free
From all of my sadness
The tears that I've cried
I have spent all of my life

Waiting for tonight, oh
When you would be here in my arms
Waiting for tonight, oh
I've dreamed of this love for so long
Waiting for tonight

Tender words you say
Take my breath away
Love me now, leave me never
Found a sacred place
Lost in your embrace
I want to stay in this forever
I think of the days when the sun used to set
On my empty heart, all alone in my bed
Tossing and turning
Emotions were strong
I knew I had to hold on


Gone are the days when the sun used to set
On my empty heart all alone in my bed
Tossing and turning
Emotions were strong
I knew I had to hold on