Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Smallville, its characters, or any of the songs/movies mentioned in this story. This is written purely for fun and is not intended for copyright infringement.

AN: This is my first fanfiction story and post, though I have done some rp stories among friends. I got this idea from a quote Lois says in the episode Crimson. It's just a sappy romantic piece with a little angst that has been floating around in my head for a while. So, I figured why not try my hand at a fic. Enjoy! Constructive criticism is always appreciated :D.

Sunday:

After spending most of the day busy with farm chores, and maybe a rescue or two, Clark Kent comes down the staircase of his childhood farmhouse into the kitchen. Now fresh from his shower and hay-free, he finishes buttoning up his blue plaid shirt as he starts the microwave popcorn. Just as Clark is about to press the 'start' button, he hears a car pull into the driveway. He can't help but smile and try to calm the butterflies in his stomach. Lois.

Ever since that fateful Valentine's Day, Clark can't quite see Lois in the same way he used to. Maybe Chloe, his mom, and even Oliver had a point – maybe all that sarcastic bickering really is flirting. Kind of ironic considering his first impression of Lois was that she was bossy, rude, and that he couldn't stand her. It's funny how perspective changes things. Now if he had to describe her, he would say she is still bossy and rude, but also vivacious, independent, strong, intelligent, caring, loyal…

Lois walks into the house without bothering to knock. "Hey, Smallville. I got the DVDs for our movie night. And I already picked out which ones we are gonna watch so don't even try to force 'Transformers' on me again."

Annoying, demanding, bullheaded, nosey…

"Hellooo. Earth to Farmboy. You gonna say something or are you going to stand there staring at the microwave all night." Lois stands by the kitchen island with her hands on her hips.

Clark turns around to answer. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy… He shakes his head slightly to clear his thoughts. "Uh, sorry Lois. I was just..thinking..about something. You have good timing though. Popcorn's done." Clark pours the popcorn into a large bowl and grabs some sodas for them.

Lois watches Clark make his way to the living room and smirks. "You were thinking about a girl weren't you."

"W-what?" Clark stammers, wishing he had more control over his blush.

God he's too easy. Lois laughs at his embarrassment. Walking into the living room, she grabs the DVD and pops it into the player. "Don't worry, Clark. Your secret is safe with me. Just please tell me it wasn't Lana."

Feeling slightly more relaxed, Clark smiles and plops down on the sofa. "No. Not Lana."

Lois joins him on the couch, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl on Clark's knee not noticing his compulsive swallow as she leans over him. "Atta boy, Clarkie. I'm proud of you, finally letting the Pink Princess go. You'll find someone better. I know it."

Clark can't help smiling at that comment. If only she knew. He turns his attention back to the TV. "'Shall We Dance?' This is the movie you wanna watch?"

Lois is on the defensive. "Yeah and just what is wrong with that?"

Clark raises a hand in mock surrender. "No no, nothing. I just didn't picture you as the chick flick type. I mean a dance movie? I was waiting for you to force me to watch 'The Godfather' movies again."

"Hey those are classics!" Lois explains while opening her soda. "Look, I'm not against a sappy movie every once in a while. I mean come on, how romantic is this? Richard Geere's character is learning ballroom dancing for his wife. There is nothing hotter than a guy who knows how to dance. If I could find a guy who would do something like that for me, I'd marry him." She snorts and smiles before turning serious. "Just remember, I'll kill you if you tell anyone I said that." She threatens, jabbing a finger against his chest.

Clark laughs, while secretly taking in this valuable piece of intel. "Not to worry, Lo. Your secret is safe with me." He smiles.

Lois punches him playfully in the arm. "It better be. Now shh. I can't hear the movie with all your yakking."

Clark just smiles and sits back. He tries to watch the movie. He really does, but for some reason Clark can no longer keep his focus when he's around Lois these days. All of his senses get drawn into her. He is remotely aware that the guy in the movie is competing in some sort of dance competition or whatever, yet all Clark can think about is how adorable Lois looks curled up on his sofa with her knees pulled up and her head resting against his shoulder. He drapes his arm over her side without realizing his position. Years ago, if this had been Lana, Clark never would have been able to get this close. But with Lois, it fits somehow. It's comfortable and perfect.

Apparently Lois must agree because before Clark knows it, the movie is over and she is sound asleep against his side. He smiles and shakes his head. It never fails, one way or another Lois always finds a way to end up staying at the farm. Clark gently cradles Lois in his arms and carries her up to his bedroom. He pauses when he feels Lois start to fidget, only to end up blushing when she snuggles closer into Clark's neck. Holding her in one arm, he tugs the bed sheets down with the other. Laying Lois down, Clark tucks her in. Grabbing an extra pillow and blanket, he goes downstairs and resigns himself to another night on the sofa.

The next morning, Clark finishes his shower and exits the bathroom…just in time to come face to face with Lois Lane. He tightens his grip on the towel around his waist and tries his best not to stammer. "M-morning Lois." So much for that plan.

Lois smiles appreciatively at the chiseled male specimen in front of her. Aww, I haven't even said anything yet and he's already embarrassed. Clark is so cute when he's flustered. Whoa, where did that come from?! Come on Lane. No need to get all hot and bothered over a farmboy. Lois focuses her attention back on Clark, realizing that she's been staring. "Oh relax Smallville. It's not like I haven't seen it before." Ignoring the groan Clark gives her, she continues. "Hey how did I end up in your room last night? Last thing I remember was being on the sofa."

Clark rubs the back of his head. "Yeah I carried you upstairs after you fell asleep on me."

Patting his arm, Lois coos. "Aww, such a gentleman. Now let's see if you saved me some hot water."

As he makes his way to his room, Clark talks to Lois over his shoulder. "Of course I did. I'm a nice guy like that." He smirks.

"Suuure." Lois bickers back. "You're the one who takes the marathon showers." She shuts the door and starts her shower.

Clark shakes his head and gets dressed before going downstairs to start breakfast.

Lois comes down a few minutes later, tying her hair up in a ponytail. "Even cooking pancakes for me, huh. See? And everyone thinks we can't stand each other."

Clark puts a plate in front of her. "Oh I'm just doing this because I would rather my house not be burned down." He laughs when she punches him in the shoulder. She's gonna end up breaking her hand one day if she keeps that up. Grabbing a plate for himself, he sits down next to her at the table. "So what do you have planned for today?"

Lois swallows her mouthful. "Actually, I gotta meet up with a lead for a story at the Planet." Getting up for more coffee, she doesn't see the disappointment briefly flicker on Clark's face. "So I should probably get going." Lois turns to face him. "If I don't start putting in some better stories, I'm afraid I'll get fired. Especially now that Lex owns the Planet."

Clark goes over to Lois after seeing her haggard expression. He rests his hands on her forearms. "Hey. You are not going to get fired. Lois, I know you. You don't give up. One day you will be one of the top reporters in all of Metropolis."

Meeting Clark's confident gaze, Lois can't hide her surprise. "You honestly think so?"

Clark nods. "Absolutely. Hey who knows, once I'm done with my journalism courses, I might even join you in the bullpen." He smiles.

Lois's eyes widen. "No way! You're going back to school for journalism? Wow I thought you'd end up majoring in agriculture or something." She laughs as Clark rolls his eyes. "Just wait till Chloe hears about this."

"Actually, I need to talk to her. You mind if I get a ride to the Planet with you?"

"Sure, let's go."