A Year in the Life Of [007/365] (Smallville // Clark/Lois)

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Title: A Year in the Life Of aka 365 Ways to Say 'I Love You' (007/365)
Author: Krys Yuy
Prompt: #91/coffee (table HERE; chapter list HERE)
Summary: A year in the life of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Glimpses into the first full year of their lives as a couple - the ups, downs and everything in between. Post-Pandora. A version of Offscreenville. Drabble/ficlet series.
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois
Warning: None.
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 952
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used. This fic is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Notes: Written for ayearinwriting. natty, this one’s for you! I hope you enjoy what I did with it. Surprise, surprise… it’s fluff. I’ll change it up soon. I promise.
How does Lois take her coffee? (I’m assuming black.) Thoughts? :D Happy reading!


January 7 aka Late Start

Lois became aware of an insistent ringing – at first muffled, but growing louder and louder. She reached out blindly and smacked the table. Muttering a curse into her pillow, she opened one eye and looked out blearily. Her alarm clock had tipped on its side, still screeching. Her arm reached out again, inching closer and closer to the offending device until she was able to flip it over.

The hands of the clock pointed at the time. She blinked. She turned her face into her pillow, peeked out and blinked again.

“Crap.” She wished she could have bolted awake then, but her mind was still too sluggish from her almost-but-not-quite all-nighter.

Her bad mood from the previous night seeped back in as she remembered her research had provided no results. Another glance at the clock solidified the thought that it was going to be one of those days.

Lois sat up on the couch, dragging a hand through her tangled hair. She didn’t have time for her usual morning routine, not if she wanted to make the drive to Metropolis. Sometimes the commute felt like hours, other times less. Today, she hoped less; she really wasn’t looking forward to the traffic. Then there was the fact her car had been acting up lately.

The fog started to lift from her brain and she realized the ringing had not yet stopped. She reached out once more, this time successfully slamming the alarm off. The sudden silence was just as deafening. Blinking, she shook her head and slapped her cheeks, as if that might knock the tiredness out of her. She breathed in deep and smelled a distinct lack of the very thing she was craving.

“Chlo?” she called, hoping her cousin hadn’t actually skipped out without brewing a pot of coffee. “Chloe?”

No answer. Her cousin had become a workaholic, spending hours and hours at her new tech job for Queen Industries. She had probably woken up early and picked up her coffee downstairs.

Glancing again at the clock, Lois groaned. No time to brew a pot herself. She forced herself to her feet and crossed the length of the apartment to the closet she shared with Chloe.

I really have to start looking for a place again, she thought, though she winced at how her last attempt had crashed and burned.

Shaking those depressing thoughts away – her day was starting off bad enough – her movements became quicker as the small window of time she had to get ready began to really register. At the rate she was going, she wouldn’t even be able to sneak a cup away from the Talon downstairs. She grabbed pieces of an outfit that would have to work and was almost to the bathroom when there was a knock at the door.

“Who the hell…” she grumbled, raking her fingers through her hair again. She dumped her clothes on Chloe’s bed and made her way over to the door at a pace between sluggish and not-so-sluggish. After a glance at her reflection in the mirror, she tied her hair into a ponytail with the rubber band on her wrist.

She interrupted her visitor mid-knock as she swung the door open. “What do you –” Her surprise made her pause.

Clark grinned innocently at her, a bit too bright and chirpy in the morning for her taste. He wore a light blue button-up shirt and black slacks with a striped red tie. Over his ensemble he wore a black wool overcoat. “Good morning,” he said.

She blinked. “Smallville, what –”

He coughed. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

More than a little confused at his impromptu appearance, she stepped back and gestured for him to come in. Clark stepped inside and leaned down for a chaste kiss. Still fighting the last remnants of sleep, she couldn’t suppress a yawn as he pulled back. Her puzzled frown returned.

“I thought we could carpool today,” he explained, hands behind his back. “I heard your engine when you left the farm last night. It didn’t sound too good.”

A small, grateful smile lit her mouth. “You could’ve given a girl a little warning,” she said, “but thanks, Smallville.” She smoothed down the edges of her tank top, suddenly aware that he was dressed as sharp as ever while she was still in her pajamas. “I’ll be right back – can’t break the DP dress code now.”

Lois turned, but stopped midway as her nose caught a tantalizing scent. She looked at Clark, her gaze all at once hopeful and expectant. Chuckling at the eager look on her face, he produced the items he had hidden behind his back. In one hand, a brown paper bag; in the other, the answer to her prayers.

“A bear claw – fresh from the oven, not the microwave,” Clark said, holding up the bag. “And your usual.” He held up the coffee cup, topped off with a white plastic lid and the Talon logo inscribed on the side.

Lois grabbed at it greedily, taking a long sip and sighing as the bitter taste hit her tongue. Just the way she liked it. Now more awake than before, she smiled at the supplier of her morning pick-me-up. His answering grin had her tugging on his tie to pull him eye-level with her.

“Smallville?” she asked.

It was his turn to be puzzled. “Yes?”

Lois kissed him long and hard, her mouth moving sensually over his, giving him the proper response her sleepy state hadn’t been able to earlier. When she leaned back, Clark looked a bit dazed. “Thanks for the coffee,” she said.

Her day was looking up.

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Crossposted to ayearinwriting, clois, cloisfic, svclois, smallville, Divine Intervention.