The Daily Planet. With solarsteel.

[dp_lois]

Lois sat at her desk, typing up the notes to her most recent story--one about a recent crime spree plaguing Suicide Slums. She reached out absently and took a sip of the coffee Clark had brought her earlier, not looking up from her computer. There were little red lines underneath nearly every other word of what she'd typed but she'd stopped seeing

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[solarsteel]

"You are such a smartass," he mumbled, and counted to five slowly before sauntering out after her, holding the elevator for one of the upper floor reporters who was coming from the direction of the cafeteria. "Mr. Lombard." The older man nodded as Clark stepped out, waiting until the doors closed again before following in Lois' footsteps.

It was really hard to walk calmly instead of using super speed, but he slipped into the office only a few minutes after her.

[dp_lois]

Lois turned around and smirked at him, shutting the door and locking it behind him and then closing the blinds. Her heart was already beating more quickly in her chest. Then she stepped closer to him, standing on her tiptoes once more and kissing him.

[solarsteel]

There was a small smile in return while he watched her lock them both inside, his hearing noting where people were on this particular floor. And considering that very few accessed the cafeteria so late, they were assured some modicum of privacy.

He picked Lois up, holding her flush against him, and returned said kiss tenderly, tongue teasing against her lips.

[dp_lois]

She wrapped her legs around his waist instantly, sliding her arms around his neck and let her lips part to give him access.

[solarsteel]

"Have I mentioned your skirts drive me nuts?" Especially when they were hiked up past her knees so the legs that went on for miles could demonstrate how flexible she was. "I missed this."

Her. Them. Together. His brain was going a little fuzzy, helped along by how wonderful she felt against him.

[dp_lois]

"Not recently," she whispered against his mouth, sliding her hands beneath his shirt to touch his bare skin. "We could always get rid of it."

[solarsteel]

"That's the most sensible thing you've suggested all day," conveniently ignoring the fact that he hadn't seen her all day. He moved forward until he could set her against the edge of the bare desk, one hand sliding down her side to search for the skirt's zipper.

[dp_lois]

"I've said plenty of sensible things today," she informed him, shifting slightly and guiding his hand around to the back of her skirt where the zipper was.

[solarsteel]

Aha! She had an impressive collection of skirts, and not all zippers were located in the logical place. Once that had been taken care of, Clark gently tugged at the slip of material to get it off, nipping at her earlobe while doing so.

"Such as?"

[dp_lois]

"Well..." She swallowed hard, tilting her head back to look up at him. "Just this morning I suggested to Chloe that she invest in better shoes." She pressed a kiss to his jaw.

[solarsteel]

Ouch. Shoe talk. Low blow, Lane. Clark did his best to school his expression into something neutral, and not 'oh god please let this conversation last five minutes or less because shoes are meant to be worn and not hung on a wall as art'.

Getting the skirt off did help, so he started tugging up her shirt, hands sliding underneath the hem to press against her back. "Oh, really?"

[dp_lois]

Lois smirked at him knowingly, then groaned softly when his hands made contact with her bare skin. "Really," she breathed, arching her back a little even as she reached for his belt.

[solarsteel]

It was the little thing that turned him on, like how needy her voice became when he touched her. That was Lois' super power - the ability to make him weak in the knees with a single sound. While she divested him of the belt, he worked on unbuttoning her shirt.