A Holly Jolly Christmas

Santa Baby

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Smallville?" Lois Lane-Kent huffed for what seemed to Clark to be the millionth time that very morning, alone.

"Lois," he took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him, ignoring the fact that she'd been scrubbing frantically at the kitchen counter with a sponge, so forcefully in fact that the sponge had started to fall apart and little chunks were flying everywhere. Ignoring the soap suds and pieces of sponge currently dripping onto his socks as he held his wife at arm's length, he smiled. "I think that counter is clean enough."

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying, Clark?!" Lois snapped, forcefully turning herself back to the counter top to carry on attacking the sparkling surface with the remnants of sponge again, clearly using it as a source to vent her frustration on.

"Unfortunately, it's been impossible not to," Clark muttered with a sigh of his own as he ventured over to the fridge, opened it and peered inside, wishing - and not for the first time - that he could feel the effects of the incredibly inviting beers that were neatly arranged within. Along with an entire supermarket's worth of groceries.

"What was that?!" Lois shot him the dirtiest look he had ever seen from the reporter and he held his hands up quickly in a gesture of self defence.

"I said 'Yes Dear'."

Lois scowled at him for a few moments longer, then wagged the soapy, mostly destroyed sponge in his direction. "Hands off the food!"

"Absolutely not touching the food," Clark replied, showing her his empty hands, front and back. As soon as she turned back to the counter, he flashed out an arm, using his super speed to snag a handful of cooked chicken bits and a couple of cocktail sausages.

"Clark Joseph Kent, I saw that!" Lois called over her shoulder as he went off into the living room to find some festive music to play.

As Winter Wonderland started to play through the surround sound system, Clark wandered back into the kitchen, having also demolished any trace of food evidence before daring to show himself in Lois' presence again.

"Lois," he sighed, seeing that she'd finished brutalising one countertop and had now moved on to the other. "Honey, could you please relax? It's just Kara and Lena. You know Kara and Lena. You love Kara and Lena."

"They're not the problem," Lois growled. "Though I do worry that we may not have enough food. I should go out and get some more."

"There's enough food," Clark reassured her gently, placing his strong hands on her shoulders and turning her to face him once more. She tried to resist, but was no match for his strength, so quickly gave in. "Hey," he offered her a bright smile, and he could see that she was desperately fighting a smile of her own.

"Hi," she grumbled at last, looking away though her resolve was fading rapidly.

"Lo, talk to me," he spoke to her gently now, releasing his grip on her shoulders but not letting go completely. "What's wrong? What's got you so worked up?"

Lois sighed and set the sponge to one side at last, reluctantly. "It's just... well, Lena... Lena she... the thing is... Lena's... well Lena's Lena for a start. Obviously. But she's also... well. Lena."

"Lena's Lena but also Lena?" Clark's brows dipped in confusion. "Lo, honey, are you sure you're alright? Do you need me to call Alex, maybe?"

"Huh, so about that," Lois squeaked as the doorbell rang suddenly, and all but leaped out of Clark's arms. "Lena's here! Clark, Lena's here! She's here and she's Lena!"

"Right, Lena's here," Clark nodded, still confused by his wife's almost frantic nervousness, the reasons for which he still was none the wiser. "With Kara. I'll go and let them in."