Smallville One-Shot: Stars & Stripes
Title: Stars & Stripes
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: R
Prompt: Dance
Characters: Lois Lane, OMC, Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent
Pairings: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Words: 2,472
Summary: Lois dances, and Clark watches. It's all Chloe's fault.
Story Notes:
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Standing behind the stage curtain, Lois took a few deep cleansing breaths while waiting to hear her cue. When she agreed earlier that night to look into The Windgate club with her cousin, Chloe, she didn't expect to wind up having to dance herself in some skimpy outfit while her cousin might or might not find out any information on the murdered woman they had found. It didn't help matters that the owner of The Windgate had cornered her once she arrived at the wings of the main stage to give her some final instructions.
“Now listen, if the other girls haven't informed you yet, here at The Windgate we serve an exclusive clientele that is full of politicians and executives paying big money,” he said.
Lois rolled her eyes. “I get it, my lips are zipped. No badgering for internships or sugar daddies.”
“Good,” laughed the owner. “You might just make it here. I received word from our host out front that Senator Jennings table has a guest, and we'd like to keep one of our favorite patrons happy. So if you can find your way to that table after your performance and accomplish that, consider yourself on my good side.”
Lois bit back her anger at the implications and merely nodded jerkily at the sleaze-ball owner, hoping he would leave her alone with her thoughts. He held a smirk on his face while he looked at her outfit, and once satisfied he moved past her, but not before turning back to give Lois one last comment.
“Oh, and Jack happens to like brunettes so lets hope his guest does as well,” he stated, slapping her butt sharply and walking away.
Chloe's return shook Lois from her thoughts. “Not chickening out are you, Lois?” she asked worriedly.
Lois turned to her cousin feeling entirely unsure about the situation. “Uh, on second thought, maybe we could -”
“No, no, no,” interrupted Chloe, hands on Lois' shoulders holding her in place. “Thinking bad, Lois. Dancing good. Just ask Mr. Big and Bad over there,” she reminded, gesturing to the bouncer behind them.
Lois smiled uneasily at the large man watching them from a few feet away. The situation was spinning out of control and there was no way out that didn't involve either dancing or being 'taken care of' by the suits in charge. She looked back at her younger cousin who was continuing to talk even though Lois wasn't listening but when Lois noticed Chloe wrapping up her little speech and looking supportive, she figured it was best not to let on that she wasn't paying attention.
“Well, you better at least use this distraction to find something about Melissa,” she warned Chloe. “I'm not going to shake it out there and get diddly-squat in return. You so owe me.”
Claps of appreciation and whistles could be heard coming from the other side of the curtain signaling the end of the dance act on the stage.
“Fine, fine,” nodded Chloe hurriedly. “Now get ready, it sounds like it's your turn.” She dropped a sailor hat on Lois' head before disappearing just as quickly, leaving Lois alone again behind the white curtain.
Lois turned and faced the thin white curtain that separated her from the stage and a room full of rich and powerful men. Taking one final deep breath, Lois could feel her resolve strengthening. She was Lois Lane after all, and damn it, she was going to show she had what it takes. Straightening her back and standing tall, Lois adjusted her hat and put on a pair of sunglasses that came with the costume. Stepping up to the curtain, she leaned forward and waited to hear her cue.
Moments later her turn came as the music changed to Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls, the American flag was projected onto the stage curtains and the DJ's voice came over the loudspeaker to announcer her entrance.
Now making her first appearance at the Windgate, welcome to the stage All-American Girl, Amber Waves!
The curtains parted in front of Lois and she strode through the opening, strutting her way down the stage much to the pleasure of the room. Stopping at the end of the stage, Lois struck a salute to the crowd, taking the opportunity to survey the room while the audience gawked at her outfit: shiny red boots, a navy blue miniskirt and a white long-sleeved sailor crop top.
Marching in place, Lois looked for and found the club's owner talking to a dark-haired man sitting at a table in direct view of the stage but the owner was blocking Lois's view of the man. Figuring this was the table she would be heading to after her performance, frustration crept in at not getting a good luck at the man but she brushed it away and continued on with her dance, untying her sailor blouse and removing her miniskirt to reveal a patriotic themed bikini top and matching hot pants.
The room cheered and Lois’ hips gyrated in return, spinning in place while she tossed her sailor hat into the crowd. Bending over to show off her shapely legs, Lois set her sunglasses down on the stage floor and untied her hair from the bun it was in, letting it bounce free as she rose back up.
Tossing her hair back, Lois leant back against the pole on stage to catch her breath. Her body glistened with sweat and the crowd murmured appreciatively at the view. Glancing back towards Senator Jennings table, Lois unnervingly found the owner staring right back at her and upon catching her gaze he signaled for her to finish up her performance.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Lois turned around and grabbed a hold of the pole, implementing it into her routine. Arching her back, and twisting her torso, she relied on the pole to keep her balance while she excited the crowd with her movements. Hooking her leg on the pole, Lois spun around slowly on it a few times to everyone's enjoyment.
Coming to a stop, Lois shook her head as the music winded down and her routine came to an end. With her chest heaving from the dance, she glanced to the table once again knowing that was her next stop and finally was given a good view of the man sitting at the table. To her shock, it was Clark Kent.
With her surprised eyes upon him, he blushed and quickly averted his gaze from her body while trying to maintain his image in front of the owner of the Windgate.
Lois stepped down from the stage and made her way towards the table, easily able to project an aura of coolness that was one hundred percent authentic.
“Amber,” greeted the owner. “I'd like you to meet Senator Jennings nephew, Clark.” Turning to Clark, he added, “I hope you find her agreeable. Please pass on our best wishes to your uncle.” Shaking hands with Clark, the owner whispered one last warning to Lois before leaving the table. “I'll be watching.”
Plastering a fake smile on her face, Lois put her hands on the back of Clark's chair and leaned in close. “What are you doing here?” she hissed.
“What are you doing here?” parroted Clark, a stubborn look on his face.
Seeing the Windgate owner giving her a pointed look, Lois switched positions, moving in front of Clark and giving him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. “It's Chloe's fault. We're following a murder story.”
“Well, that makes two of us,” gulped Clark, his eyes finding it hard not to stray from her face.
Lois sighed and moved to sit in Clark's lap, giving her a better view of where the club owner was standing. He seemed to be arguing with another man, which gave Lois some more time to talk and not act. Getting up close and personal with Clark Kent was not supposed to happen!
Clark jumped slightly at her touch and lifted his hands away from the chair not sure where to place them. Lois firmly grabbed them, placing them at her waist before forcing his eyes to make contact with hers. “You're going to get me fired if you keep looking at me like I'm Jabba the Hutt.”
“What do you want me to do?” squeaked Clark nervously.
Lois thought about what her answer should be and was almost willing to let Clark end the dance before it even started. That urge quickly wilted when she glanced towards the Windgate owner and found him once again standing alone at the bar and looking over at their table.
Looking down at Clark's questioning eyes, Lois made her decision. “I'm going to give you the dance of your life and you’re going sit there and like it.”
Standing up from his lap, she turned her body and moved onto Clark again, this time straddling his thighs in a more intimate position. Putting her hands on his broad shoulders, Lois leaned her chest down against his and rolled her hips once against his.
Clark jerked slightly in his seat but her firm grip on his shoulders kept him from squirming too much in the chair. Seeing his face start to redden, Lois couldn't help but smirk at his discomfort. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were beginning to enjoy this, Smallville.”
His reply came out as senseless gibberish and Lois laughed in return. Rubbing his arms, and moving her thighs against his, Lois readily admitted to herself that the feelings that were starting to make themselves present in her body felt pretty good. And the view wasn't that bad either.
She recollected the night when Clark Kent first came into her life, and how she was so fortunate to meet ALL of him. If he hadn't been suffering from amnesia and the situation been different, she might've been tempted then to see just how good a country-bred farm boy could be but Chloe was thought dead at the time and there was nothing more important then.
In fact timing was a majority of the reason why Lois never let Clark fall into the dateable category in her head, that and the fact that his parents were some of the best people she ever met and she'd hate to muddle that up with the messiness her dating life tends to be.
But now, sitting on Clark's lap, and feeling his strong, wiry body through the expensive suit that she had no idea how he got his hands on, Lois was starting to lose herself in the moment, forgetting all about why she or Clark was there and just focusing on the fact that they were there and enjoying the closeness.
Lois closed her eyes and let her lips skim along Clark's jaw line, and against his cheek before coming to a rest at his ear lobe. Blowing softly on the sensitive skin there caused Clark's hands to tighten around her waist. The tighter hold brought her closer against his body where she could feel his arousal pressing against his slacks and her hot pants. The intimate touch made her hips reflexively roll against Clark, sending pleasurable shivers up along her spine.
“Lo-is,” murmured Clark. “We need to stop. This isn't right.” His words were strong but his body refused to obey, his hands moving down from her waist to hold and squeeze her firm butt while keeping her close.
“It feels good, though,” panted Lois, her eyes glazing over with lust.
Grabbing one of Clark's strong hands - and marveling at its size - Lois took her time in leading it up her body. First, up her hips, then past her abs and finishing with her chest, placing it atop her left breast and making it squeeze down on her, evoking a sharp cry from her lips.
She greedily soaked up the warmth Clark seemed to be emitting but her body wasn't satisfied and demanded even more contact. Rolling her hips once more - and enjoying the tingles that came with it - Lois crushed her lips against Clark's as if her life depended on it. The man underneath her was providing a surprising amount of softness, and gentleness while underneath lay the feeling of power and strength. His body was the perfect mirror of Clark's personality and even in this lustful haze Lois continued to be amazed by him.
Pulling back from the kiss, Lois zeroed in on Clark's collared shirt and attacked it, grabbing it with both hands and pulling it apart. The buttons ripped away from the cloth, revealing a thin cotton undershirt that stood between Lois and Clark's muscled bare chest.
“Maybe we should go to a more private area,” gasped Clark, vainly trying to hold his shirt together with one hand.
His words seeped into Lois' head and reality slowly became a factor again. She sat there in Clark's lap trying to catch her breath while getting her bearings back. She took into account the large hand still holding her breast, her racing heartbeat, and last but not least the very moist center radiating heat between her thighs.
The fact that Clark Kent was the reason for all these reactions shocked Lois to her core, and she knew there at that very moment there was no way she'd be able to keep him out of the dateable category anymore. She didn't move for several minutes, seemingly frozen in thought, until she felt Clark's hand on move to her cheek. Looking down she found Clark waiting patiently, gazing at her both questioning and shy.
The endearing look made Lois shake her head in disbelief. “Why are you suddenly so irresistible, Smallville?” she whispered, her eyes gazing deeply into his.
Clark gulped but stood his ground. “I could ask the same,” he replied, slowly closing the gap between their lips.
And as if it was fate telling them that the main room of The Windgate club was perhaps not the best place for them to take their friendship to the next level, the moment their lips were a hair's breadth from reconnecting the entire room was flooded with a bright light, blinding everyone in the area and bringing the action of the room to an entire halt.
“EVERYONE FREEZE! THIS IS THE METROPOLIS P.D.,” shouted a female police officer that led a squad of cops into the main room of the Windgate Club. “WE HAVE A REPORT OF MINORS WORKING AND BEING SERVED AT THIS ESTABLISHMENT.”
Lois and Clark shared a panicked look.
“Chloe is in the back,” mentioned Lois.
“My parents are going to kill me,” grimaced Clark.
“Your parents are going to kill you,” agreed Lois, refusing to think what the Kents would think about her part in all this.
Either way, they were doomed.
Fandom: Smallville
Rating: R
Prompt: Dance
Characters: Lois Lane, OMC, Chloe Sullivan, Clark Kent
Pairings: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Words: 2,472
Summary: Lois dances, and Clark watches. It's all Chloe's fault.
Story Notes:
- An alternate take on "Exposed" from Season 5 of Smallville, some dialogue taken from the episode.
- Written for Porn Battle VII, after some convincing from htbthomas ;)
- Abbreviated version posted in the thread
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Standing behind the stage curtain, Lois took a few deep cleansing breaths while waiting to hear her cue. When she agreed earlier that night to look into The Windgate club with her cousin, Chloe, she didn't expect to wind up having to dance herself in some skimpy outfit while her cousin might or might not find out any information on the murdered woman they had found. It didn't help matters that the owner of The Windgate had cornered her once she arrived at the wings of the main stage to give her some final instructions.
“Now listen, if the other girls haven't informed you yet, here at The Windgate we serve an exclusive clientele that is full of politicians and executives paying big money,” he said.
Lois rolled her eyes. “I get it, my lips are zipped. No badgering for internships or sugar daddies.”
“Good,” laughed the owner. “You might just make it here. I received word from our host out front that Senator Jennings table has a guest, and we'd like to keep one of our favorite patrons happy. So if you can find your way to that table after your performance and accomplish that, consider yourself on my good side.”
Lois bit back her anger at the implications and merely nodded jerkily at the sleaze-ball owner, hoping he would leave her alone with her thoughts. He held a smirk on his face while he looked at her outfit, and once satisfied he moved past her, but not before turning back to give Lois one last comment.
“Oh, and Jack happens to like brunettes so lets hope his guest does as well,” he stated, slapping her butt sharply and walking away.
Chloe's return shook Lois from her thoughts. “Not chickening out are you, Lois?” she asked worriedly.
Lois turned to her cousin feeling entirely unsure about the situation. “Uh, on second thought, maybe we could -”
“No, no, no,” interrupted Chloe, hands on Lois' shoulders holding her in place. “Thinking bad, Lois. Dancing good. Just ask Mr. Big and Bad over there,” she reminded, gesturing to the bouncer behind them.
Lois smiled uneasily at the large man watching them from a few feet away. The situation was spinning out of control and there was no way out that didn't involve either dancing or being 'taken care of' by the suits in charge. She looked back at her younger cousin who was continuing to talk even though Lois wasn't listening but when Lois noticed Chloe wrapping up her little speech and looking supportive, she figured it was best not to let on that she wasn't paying attention.
“Well, you better at least use this distraction to find something about Melissa,” she warned Chloe. “I'm not going to shake it out there and get diddly-squat in return. You so owe me.”
Claps of appreciation and whistles could be heard coming from the other side of the curtain signaling the end of the dance act on the stage.
“Fine, fine,” nodded Chloe hurriedly. “Now get ready, it sounds like it's your turn.” She dropped a sailor hat on Lois' head before disappearing just as quickly, leaving Lois alone again behind the white curtain.
Lois turned and faced the thin white curtain that separated her from the stage and a room full of rich and powerful men. Taking one final deep breath, Lois could feel her resolve strengthening. She was Lois Lane after all, and damn it, she was going to show she had what it takes. Straightening her back and standing tall, Lois adjusted her hat and put on a pair of sunglasses that came with the costume. Stepping up to the curtain, she leaned forward and waited to hear her cue.
Moments later her turn came as the music changed to Don't Cha by the Pussycat Dolls, the American flag was projected onto the stage curtains and the DJ's voice came over the loudspeaker to announcer her entrance.
Now making her first appearance at the Windgate, welcome to the stage All-American Girl, Amber Waves!
The curtains parted in front of Lois and she strode through the opening, strutting her way down the stage much to the pleasure of the room. Stopping at the end of the stage, Lois struck a salute to the crowd, taking the opportunity to survey the room while the audience gawked at her outfit: shiny red boots, a navy blue miniskirt and a white long-sleeved sailor crop top.
Marching in place, Lois looked for and found the club's owner talking to a dark-haired man sitting at a table in direct view of the stage but the owner was blocking Lois's view of the man. Figuring this was the table she would be heading to after her performance, frustration crept in at not getting a good luck at the man but she brushed it away and continued on with her dance, untying her sailor blouse and removing her miniskirt to reveal a patriotic themed bikini top and matching hot pants.
The room cheered and Lois’ hips gyrated in return, spinning in place while she tossed her sailor hat into the crowd. Bending over to show off her shapely legs, Lois set her sunglasses down on the stage floor and untied her hair from the bun it was in, letting it bounce free as she rose back up.
Tossing her hair back, Lois leant back against the pole on stage to catch her breath. Her body glistened with sweat and the crowd murmured appreciatively at the view. Glancing back towards Senator Jennings table, Lois unnervingly found the owner staring right back at her and upon catching her gaze he signaled for her to finish up her performance.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Lois turned around and grabbed a hold of the pole, implementing it into her routine. Arching her back, and twisting her torso, she relied on the pole to keep her balance while she excited the crowd with her movements. Hooking her leg on the pole, Lois spun around slowly on it a few times to everyone's enjoyment.
Coming to a stop, Lois shook her head as the music winded down and her routine came to an end. With her chest heaving from the dance, she glanced to the table once again knowing that was her next stop and finally was given a good view of the man sitting at the table. To her shock, it was Clark Kent.
With her surprised eyes upon him, he blushed and quickly averted his gaze from her body while trying to maintain his image in front of the owner of the Windgate.
Lois stepped down from the stage and made her way towards the table, easily able to project an aura of coolness that was one hundred percent authentic.
“Amber,” greeted the owner. “I'd like you to meet Senator Jennings nephew, Clark.” Turning to Clark, he added, “I hope you find her agreeable. Please pass on our best wishes to your uncle.” Shaking hands with Clark, the owner whispered one last warning to Lois before leaving the table. “I'll be watching.”
Plastering a fake smile on her face, Lois put her hands on the back of Clark's chair and leaned in close. “What are you doing here?” she hissed.
“What are you doing here?” parroted Clark, a stubborn look on his face.
Seeing the Windgate owner giving her a pointed look, Lois switched positions, moving in front of Clark and giving him a tantalizing view of her cleavage. “It's Chloe's fault. We're following a murder story.”
“Well, that makes two of us,” gulped Clark, his eyes finding it hard not to stray from her face.
Lois sighed and moved to sit in Clark's lap, giving her a better view of where the club owner was standing. He seemed to be arguing with another man, which gave Lois some more time to talk and not act. Getting up close and personal with Clark Kent was not supposed to happen!
Clark jumped slightly at her touch and lifted his hands away from the chair not sure where to place them. Lois firmly grabbed them, placing them at her waist before forcing his eyes to make contact with hers. “You're going to get me fired if you keep looking at me like I'm Jabba the Hutt.”
“What do you want me to do?” squeaked Clark nervously.
Lois thought about what her answer should be and was almost willing to let Clark end the dance before it even started. That urge quickly wilted when she glanced towards the Windgate owner and found him once again standing alone at the bar and looking over at their table.
Looking down at Clark's questioning eyes, Lois made her decision. “I'm going to give you the dance of your life and you’re going sit there and like it.”
Standing up from his lap, she turned her body and moved onto Clark again, this time straddling his thighs in a more intimate position. Putting her hands on his broad shoulders, Lois leaned her chest down against his and rolled her hips once against his.
Clark jerked slightly in his seat but her firm grip on his shoulders kept him from squirming too much in the chair. Seeing his face start to redden, Lois couldn't help but smirk at his discomfort. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were beginning to enjoy this, Smallville.”
His reply came out as senseless gibberish and Lois laughed in return. Rubbing his arms, and moving her thighs against his, Lois readily admitted to herself that the feelings that were starting to make themselves present in her body felt pretty good. And the view wasn't that bad either.
She recollected the night when Clark Kent first came into her life, and how she was so fortunate to meet ALL of him. If he hadn't been suffering from amnesia and the situation been different, she might've been tempted then to see just how good a country-bred farm boy could be but Chloe was thought dead at the time and there was nothing more important then.
In fact timing was a majority of the reason why Lois never let Clark fall into the dateable category in her head, that and the fact that his parents were some of the best people she ever met and she'd hate to muddle that up with the messiness her dating life tends to be.
But now, sitting on Clark's lap, and feeling his strong, wiry body through the expensive suit that she had no idea how he got his hands on, Lois was starting to lose herself in the moment, forgetting all about why she or Clark was there and just focusing on the fact that they were there and enjoying the closeness.
Lois closed her eyes and let her lips skim along Clark's jaw line, and against his cheek before coming to a rest at his ear lobe. Blowing softly on the sensitive skin there caused Clark's hands to tighten around her waist. The tighter hold brought her closer against his body where she could feel his arousal pressing against his slacks and her hot pants. The intimate touch made her hips reflexively roll against Clark, sending pleasurable shivers up along her spine.
“Lo-is,” murmured Clark. “We need to stop. This isn't right.” His words were strong but his body refused to obey, his hands moving down from her waist to hold and squeeze her firm butt while keeping her close.
“It feels good, though,” panted Lois, her eyes glazing over with lust.
Grabbing one of Clark's strong hands - and marveling at its size - Lois took her time in leading it up her body. First, up her hips, then past her abs and finishing with her chest, placing it atop her left breast and making it squeeze down on her, evoking a sharp cry from her lips.
She greedily soaked up the warmth Clark seemed to be emitting but her body wasn't satisfied and demanded even more contact. Rolling her hips once more - and enjoying the tingles that came with it - Lois crushed her lips against Clark's as if her life depended on it. The man underneath her was providing a surprising amount of softness, and gentleness while underneath lay the feeling of power and strength. His body was the perfect mirror of Clark's personality and even in this lustful haze Lois continued to be amazed by him.
Pulling back from the kiss, Lois zeroed in on Clark's collared shirt and attacked it, grabbing it with both hands and pulling it apart. The buttons ripped away from the cloth, revealing a thin cotton undershirt that stood between Lois and Clark's muscled bare chest.
“Maybe we should go to a more private area,” gasped Clark, vainly trying to hold his shirt together with one hand.
His words seeped into Lois' head and reality slowly became a factor again. She sat there in Clark's lap trying to catch her breath while getting her bearings back. She took into account the large hand still holding her breast, her racing heartbeat, and last but not least the very moist center radiating heat between her thighs.
The fact that Clark Kent was the reason for all these reactions shocked Lois to her core, and she knew there at that very moment there was no way she'd be able to keep him out of the dateable category anymore. She didn't move for several minutes, seemingly frozen in thought, until she felt Clark's hand on move to her cheek. Looking down she found Clark waiting patiently, gazing at her both questioning and shy.
The endearing look made Lois shake her head in disbelief. “Why are you suddenly so irresistible, Smallville?” she whispered, her eyes gazing deeply into his.
Clark gulped but stood his ground. “I could ask the same,” he replied, slowly closing the gap between their lips.
And as if it was fate telling them that the main room of The Windgate club was perhaps not the best place for them to take their friendship to the next level, the moment their lips were a hair's breadth from reconnecting the entire room was flooded with a bright light, blinding everyone in the area and bringing the action of the room to an entire halt.
“EVERYONE FREEZE! THIS IS THE METROPOLIS P.D.,” shouted a female police officer that led a squad of cops into the main room of the Windgate Club. “WE HAVE A REPORT OF MINORS WORKING AND BEING SERVED AT THIS ESTABLISHMENT.”
Lois and Clark shared a panicked look.
“Chloe is in the back,” mentioned Lois.
“My parents are going to kill me,” grimaced Clark.
“Your parents are going to kill you,” agreed Lois, refusing to think what the Kents would think about her part in all this.
Either way, they were doomed.