Quid Pro Quo - Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Tess strode into her office, closing and locking the door behind her. It had been an hour since Clark had left to get to get the front page story for her and half an hour since she had checked on its progress. She headed for her desk only to come up short.
“What the hell?” She exclaimed as the distinctive odour of smoke assaulted her nostrils. It took her less than a second to locate its source. There, on here coffee table, lay the smoking remnants of some documents. They were somehow scorched beyond recognition without the wood underneath being damaged at all. In spite of herself, she had to admit that it was rather impressive.
Her eyes went automatically to the safe on the wall. The portrait of Lex which hid it had carefully been moved to one side with the safe door neatly sitting right in front of it. Even more impressive. If you were impressed by displays of strength.
Finally, her attention settled on her settee. Or rather on the man who reclined upon it.
6,3, 230 pounds of bone and pure muscle, dark curly hair and bright blue eyes. Clark was a sight to behold at the best of times, but there was something different about him now. His normally guileless face was now smirking, challengingly.
Tess raised an eyebrow. “Should I ask?” She inquired as she removed her coat and hung it up on the ornate stand, another relic of when this office had belonged to someone else.
He didn’t answer. Or give any other indication of having heard her. Instead his eyes openly devoured her. In spite of herself, she felt a slow blush creep up her neck to stain her cheeks but she wasn’t going to allow him to get the better of her with such tactics. He wasn’t the first man who had thought that he could back her into a corner by staring at her like a sex object and he unfortunately wouldn’t be the last. She was too well accustomed to it to be effected by it normally, but, in Clark’s case, she felt as if he could see right through her clothes. Thankfully, she had on her good undies.
“I take it”, she took her time in returning his voyeuristic gaze and was a little annoyed to note that he didn’t blush. Normally she could turn him scarlet with a smile. “That you have my story?” She glanced at the pile of ash which she assumed had been her pictures, before pinning him with a look.
He didn’t quail and, doubting her own sanity, she felt the corner of her mouth beginning to curl upwards.
With a languid grace she had not known he possessed, Clark swung himself around so was sitting instead of lying making her feel that he was focusing even more of his attention on her. He leant forwards, resting his forearms on his thighs, the intensity growing with every second. She found herself taking a second forwards. His lips parted, he licked his lips, he was about to speak, and Tess strained to hear. Then, he exhaled.
Clark leant back, reclining against the sofa’s back, stretching his arms across the entire width of the piece of furniture. He was casual, controlled, confident and dominant. She didn’t like men like that. And yet ...
She would not swallow. She would not allow her legs to clench. She folded her arms, pleased that the padded bra afforded her some protection.
He smirked. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
This did make her blush
There was a flicker of hear in his eyes, tiny but clear. He knew.
Exuded arrogance as he slowly placed one foot, then the other on her extremely expensive coffee table. Only inches away from the smouldering mess. As if daring her to say something about it.
Tess bristled. She walked over to stand beside the table and gave his shoes and then him pointed look. He really did have huge feet, currently encased in Italian leather shoes by the look of them.
“What are you going to do about it?” His look clearly challenged her.
Tess may have only learnt that she was Luthor a few short months ago, but the blood still flowed strongly within her veins and such a challenge could not go unanswered. She kept her eyes on her unruly associate as she placed her dainty, high heeled foot on the side of the small table, and then pushed it away from her hard and suddenly enough to send his feet hit the floor with a thump. He seemed to be more amused than anything.
“I believe that I sent you out to find me a story”, she stated simply.
“That sounds about right”, he agreed, his eyes flashing red for a second. It was so quick that most people would have missed it or thought that they had imagined it, but Tess took it in and stored the piece of information.
She uncrossed her arms and took a step towards him, demonstrating that that she was not afraid of him. “Well, as you have apparently seen fit to bypass my security, break into my office, destroy my private property and put your grubby feet all over a priceless antique I hope that you have something for you”, she paused, taking another step closer to him, standing between his now spread legs, “Otherwise I might be tempted to do something ... Unpleasant”.
The smile that accompanied these words was sweetness itself, but usually had the effect of making grown men cry and beg for mercy. Clark seemed to find it rather stimulating.
“What? Fire me? Something tells me that that isn’t going to happen”, he replied far too smugly, “aside from anything else, you are trying to create a new, greener, kinder image for LuthorCorp; you don’t need the negativity publicity”.
“You are very sure of yourself”, she persisted, unfazed, “There are other things that I could do to you”, or have done to him, “other than unemployment”. Lex’s pet projects were neither gone nor forgotten, they had merely been ‘refocused’. She saw no need to tell Clark that she would never do that to him.
He seemed to know that without her telling him though. He cocked his head on the side, not an unusual thing for Clark to do, but this time there was no trace of his normal boyish charm. “What are you going to do boss? Spank me?” His face broke into a wicked grin at these last words.
Tess blushed. Actually, blushed didn’t quite cover it. She felt heat radiating from every single pore of her body, turning her the same shade as her hair, as the saliva disappeared from her mouth. She licked her lips, knowing that she would never be able to form words if she didn’t, acutely aware of his eyes detailing her every movement. She felt a little dizzy.
“What has got into you?” She snapped. It had been exciting before, prodding him to see what his reaction and how it would differ from normal. Well, exciting and annoying in about equal measure. Now annoyance (if not downright anger) was winning out. He had won, at least one round, making her betray herself like that. She was going to destroy him!
“What do you think?”
She wasn’t going to take another syllable of his impertinence. Of his handsome face smirking at her like that. Of that knowing gleam in his eyes. Of that huge, hard body of his just lounging around her office ...
“One too many espressos?” She suggested, in a tone that was a little closer to peevish than the aloof condescension that had been her intention. Even as her lips moved, she heard Lex’s numerous warnings about giving away the advantage by displaying ire. Damn it and damn him. She was already losing!
Rich warm laughter filled the room, taking her by surprise. “Maybe its time for me to start asking some questions of my own”, he stood up and loomed over her.
She stood her ground, scowling at his ability to control the exchange and more specifically at his hand as it found its way onto her hip, searing his through the suddenly-too-thin fabric.
“I don’t think so”, Tess dismissed the idea and him, she stalked out of his grasp and over to her desk. As she circled the large wooden table she allowed her hand to drift, apparently unintentionally, across its polished surface, inching closer to one of the many secret emergency buttons in the room. She was in over her head. One more second and her digit would make contact with the alarm and then, as if by magic, several of her armed security men would just appear. Interviewing the suddenly smug bastard with them in the room would be a hell of a lot easier.
“Ah”, she gasped.
Her finger was no longer on the table, it was suspended in the air in front of her, captured in a hand much larger than her own. Her breath caught in her chest.
“A naughty naughty”, he rebuked her errant finger and lifted it to his mouth and nipped at it.
“So much for getting out of this situation”, Tess thought as a jolt of electricity went though her, but only said, “How did you do that?” Her gaze darted from where he had been, to where he now stood. That shouldn’t have been possible.
“I think you know”.
She tilted her chin up, impressed despite herself, that he had finally had the gall to pull her up on that. He never had before although she was certain that he had suspected what she had discovered.
He smirked at her, “Nothing to say? That’s a change”. In another display of his super speed, he twirled her around and pressed her with odd tenderness against the window. He had no intention of hurting her, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy the way that she arched against him in response to the cold glass. “You appear to have an obsession with me. Is this a family trait?”
“Your the one who seems to have an obsession with my family. Tell me were you and my brother really just friends?” She taunted him.
“Watch”, he brought his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek, “your”, he grasped her ass firmly, “mouth”, he slanted his head and bit the lobe of her ear gently.
“And if I don’t?” She somehow managed to get out. She wasn’t going to just submit and beg him to ravish her, however tempting it might be.
Clark proved himself to be a man of action. He squeezed her ass and ground himself against her. She grasped his shoulders, trying to remember why pride was better than being taken against a window in the middle of the day, only to blink when she realised that her nails were not digging into him. They should have been. Bloody hell, he must be a man of steel. Their eyes met and realisation, on both parts, was impossible to deny.
“Something will occur to me, I’m sure”, he nibbled his way along her jawline. “And, in your case, I can’t say that I mind quite as much. If you really want to follow me around everywhere I’m sure that I would get used to it”.
“Is that so?” She tried to sound nonchalant as her hands ran along his broad shoulders and her body trembled against him.
“So casual in such a position”, he grinned, “It does raise concerns about how you normally conduct your business meetings”.
Tess’ eyes narrowed and before she had the chance to think better of it, she made to slap him. Her hand was captured millimetres from his chiselled jaw.
“You are going to be very glad that I didn’t let you”, he said in a low voice, completely devoid of malice.
It galled her, almost as much as his overt taunts earlier had. She flung her other hand at him but was similarly unsuccessful.
“Oh I get it, you’re that kind of girl”, he teased her provokingly. “You like being pinned down”, he braced her hands either side of head.
“Woman”, she corrected him.
It only made him smile even more brightly. “Women then. I notice that you don’t feel compelled to deny anything else?”
“Why should I?” She locked her eyes with his challengingly.
“No reason I can think of”, he leant in to kiss her but at the last second his lips met her cheek.
“What’s got into you Clark?” She demanded, as he nuzzled her undeterred.
He ignored her question, focusing his attention on the expanse of neck that she had unwittingly exposed to him.
“Damn it Clark, answer me”, she demanded with as much bite as possible as his thumbs brushed across the sensitive insides of her wrists. She had no idea how he had in only a few minutes been able to discover one of her weak points, she dreaded to think what he would manage if she let him take her to bed ... Or she she shivered at any rate.
“You don’t know what that bossy tone does to me”, he growled into her throat.
She had a fairly good idea actually. She had caught glimpses of it before, and right at that moment it was pressed rather firmly against her. “Doesn’t get any articles written though, apparently”, she tried to keep her cool and turn the situation to her advantage. She rubbed her hip against him. Just because she wasn’t able to move her hands, didn’t mean that she was going to let him get away with anything he wanted.
“Or that business suit”, he ignored her comment, stroking his hands down her arms then tugging her suit jacket off. She didn’t object or move to stop him, instead using her newly released hands to snake around her sweet tormentor. Not appeased, he ripped off her blouse sending buttons flying all over the place. He look distinctly pleased with himself as his eyes latched onto her heaving breasts which were barely covered by the dark green silk of her bra.
“Your own wardrobe seems to have improved a great deal”, Tess remarked as casually as she could given the circumstances, “in only an hour or so especially”.
“I thought that you might like it”, he declared, “it’s so much more me”.
“And you would be ... ?”
“Hard”, he smirked and pressed himself back against her.
“Yeah, I’d gathered that much”, she raked her nails down his back, noting that the fabric really was very good quality.
“My ego might have been bruised if you hadn’t”, he covered her breasts with his large hands and massaged them and began to kiss his way along her collarbone.
“Fuck Clark”, she moaned, her hands ran up and down his back, through his curling locks and finally, when she could stand it no more, down to clutch at his firm ass.
He smirked against her warm, salty skin; he was going to enjoy this, even more than he had thought. He regrettably released her silk clad milky orbs with a final squeeze, and seized her by the hips. “And this skirt, was it invented solely to drive me crazy?” The black material seemed to have been sprayed onto her lithe form.
“You certainly think a lot of yourself”. The fact that she had in fact thought of him when she brought it and checked that her butt looked good in it was neither here nor there.
“Please I know what you want”, he straightened up and stared her right in her beautiful green eyes. Why did he always fall for the green-eyed girls? “Every time you look at me Every time you come up with some flimsy excuse to get me in this office. Don’t tell me that you don’t have a few twisted fantasies”.
“More than a few”, she admitted and then defended herself, “It’s not like you don’t have them! I’ve seen the way that you gawk at me”.
“While I take except at the word gawk”, he started only to be interrupted as she did a rather unflattering impression of his normal geeky bumbling ways with an add touch of awestruck.
A low rumble of laughter came bubbling up out of him, but he did sneak a hand around to the back of her head, tangling it in her flaming red hair making her gasp. He kissed her hand on the mouth and then bit down on her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, before licking over the afflicted area. “Don’t be naughty or I’ll have to punish you”, he growled.
She responded with an equally passionate kiss of her own which left him breathless.
“Fine, I will admit I thought of you when I picked out my shirt this morning”, he only had one suit at that point, “and this much nicer suit this morning”. He relented, a very small amount.
“Then I will admit that I did put this skirt on with you in mind”, she offered.
“Good, it almost makes me feel guilty”.
“About what?” She wondered. His only answer was to rip her skirt down the seam.
“You had better get me an amazing front cover story because that skirt costs about one week’s worth of your wages”, she informed him, trying not to be impressed.
“I promise you won’t be complaining about the loss for very long”, he smiled smugly, “I’ll take you to Paris this afternoon, if you’re not too sore afterwards”, he offered in a more conciliatory manner.
“I do have access to the LuthorCorp jet”, she reminded him, trying to ignore the fact that she was only wearing her lingerie.
“I’m faster”, he bragged.
“That’s not always an advantage, darling”, she sneered at him.
“You have no idea what hearing that name on your lips does to me”, he teased her, gave her a final kiss and tore himself away from her. He took two large steps back so that he could survey her properly.
Tess knew that she was hot but she couldn’t help feeling self-conscious at that moment. She responded to the awful sensation with an overblown display of bravado. She struck an overly dramatic pose, as she asked, “Enough for you?”
He laughed, “More than enough. You are gorgeous. Complete and utter perfection”, he answered her in a voice more close to his normal one.
“Don’t overdo it”, she replied sardonically.
“I’m not. I swear”, he promised as he drank her in. Her figure was perfect: tall and lithe with full breasts and hips all in porcelain skin. She could drive him crazy on her worst day, there dressed only in a strapless hunter green silk push-up bra and matching panties, with old fashioned stockings and high heels, he didn’t stand a chance.
He groaned and tore his eyes from her delicious curves and back up to her face. Her visage was exquisite. There were no words in language to describe her. She was closer to the stories that Lex used to tell him, from Greek mythology. From the first moment he had laid eyes on her, even covered in ash, he hadn’t been able to shake the thought that she looked as if she had been crafted out of marble. As if every man in the world had combined their fantasy and somehow made it reality.
“Old fashioned beauty with modern confidence”, that was how his mom had described her when Lois had shown her the article with his new boss in the New York Times. Martha had also pointed out that Tess reminded her of Clark’s school boy crush. Not Lana. Long before the ethereal brunette, there had been. Katherine Hepburn. Lois had teased him mercilessly about that but Clark had never thought that the comparison did the young Luthor justice. She was so much more. She was simply beyond perfect. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Her supersped over to her and kissed her again, relishing the way that she clung to him and returned his ardour. Then she bit his lower lip, causing him to pull back, to see her breathing hard causing her breasts to rise and fall appealingly.
“How did you get so good at this?” She panted, her entire body humming with electricity.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grinned at her wickedly.
“That would be the general idea of questions”, she tried to nettle him.
He saw it for what it was, a defence mechanism, and laughed. He ran his hands along her trim body, relaxing her and increasing her excitement before announcing, “You know, I’ve never been a fan of green. It’s not my colour”, he took hold of her bra and sent it to the floor with the rest of her clothes.
“Did something happen to you Clark?”
He stared at her suspiciously, then proclaimed, “You ask far too many questions”.
“I thought that you didn’t have a problem with strong, confident women”, she reminded him of their second meeting.
“I don’t”, he smiled, he didn’t seem to be able to do anything else around her today. “On the contrary, I find your bossiness - like everything else about you - to be a turn on. But, at the moment”, in a flash she was back on the settee, sprawled out once again, “I can think of better uses for that mouth”.
She raised her eyebrow at him. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing.
“I want more if I’m going to give you any information. What was it that you said earlier, quid pro quo?” He seemed very taken with the idea, but then again what man wouldn’t have been?
“Please you aren’t going to tell me anything”, she snorted even as she sashayed forwards.
“Probably not”, he agreed. “But we could have a lot of fun while I’m not telling you anything”.
“So no article?” She had already guessed as much, but confirmation never hurt.
“No”.
“No pictures?”
“No”.
“No answers?”
No”, he finally admitted.
“Well”, she strode over so that she was once again standing between his parted legs, “I better get something in return”.
“I’ll fly you around the world baby”. His kind offer was met with rolled eyes.
“Baby, I’m hurt”, he taunted her. “Come here”, he patted his lap.
“Fuck it!” She swore and he grinned wolfishly. She jumped on him, straddling him grabbing his shoulders and heaving him towards her. She attacked his mouth with hot, primitive kisses. He responded in kind. They devoured each other but were still unable to get enough.
He grabbed her ass again but she moved them to her breasts.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants”, he growled, for the first time feeling her bare flesh under his fingers. He rubbed tight circles around her nipples, earning him a whimper.
“Then you’ll love this”, she ripped his shirt open and his jacket off.
“Yeah, it looks like I will”, he agreed.
Tess licked her lips, amazed by what she saw before her. She had never seen a man so gorgeous and she had been in a long term relationship with Oliver Queen. She leant in and began to kiss him, travelling down his hard chest down his stomach, Clark’s hips shifted forwards, then she stood up.
“Hey”, Clark complained at the loss of sensation and warm weight that had been filling his hands.
“Stand up”, she commanded.
He complied, both surprised and amused.
“Strip”, she ordered and once again he was powerless but to comply.
“Anything else?” He inquired getting to his feet and enjoying the way that she seemed unable to keep her attention off his belt. He took his time, opening it, pulling it out of the loops in his pants.
She licked her lips and waited expectantly and this new far-too-confident-for-his-own-good Clark, did not disappoint. He dropped his pants and kicked them off, along with his shoes and socks. Apparently in an expensive suit, he didn’t see the need for underwear.
It wasn’t the first one that she had seen, but it was definitely the biggest and she hadn’t been wrong about his arousal. When she was finally able to tear her eyes away, she placed her hand on his chest again and began to circle him, taking in every inch of his hard body. The man was complete and utter perfection with an ass that deserved to have epic poems written in its honour. She brushed her hand over what looked liked a small red freckle and smirked before coming back around to face him.
“What now?” He asked, content to let her take the initiative for the moment if she wanted.
“If you are getting something, I want something too”, she stated.
“Quid pro quo I remember”, he silently wondered who the hell she had been sleeping with if she thought that she wouldn’t get getting anything unless she haggled for it, then decided that he didn’t want to know. He would be too tempted to rip them limb from limb.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you scream with pleasure”, he declared as he sank to his knees in a fluid motion and began to tug at her panties inhaling deeply. He had known that she had been aroused before but now he could even see the damp patch.
“You’re extremely sure of yourself”, she taunted and found herself straddling Clark’s face as he lay on the settee. She had given up working out he was doing this ... For the second. First she would let him continue what he was doing, then she would work ou- “Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Of fuck! Oh fuck!!!”
Clark was a genius. A magician. A wicked alien intent on driving her crazy. It took all of her will power to pull herself away from him.
“What’s the matter?” He looked genuinely confused, and a bit damp.
“Just altering our position a little”, she said and turned around so that she could return the favour.
~*~
“Clark”, Tess let out a giggle of protest as she found herself being pushed back against the tiled wall of her en suite shower. She was so lost in a haze of passion that she didn’t even consider why Lex had added a bathroom onto his office in The Daily Planet or what else that bathroom had already seen.
“What is it with you and pushing me into cold objects?” She demanded. He was insatiable. Not that she was complaining.
“What’s it with you and asking questions?” He countered as he stroked her wet flesh.
“My inquisitive nature”, she teased him.
“Yeah, well your dirty mind needs some washing”, he reached for the shampoo, apparently intending on washing her hair. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to unearth the spots that made her go weak on the knees: wrists, knees, scalp. She would have wondered if there was something wrong with her had she not had something more pressing on her mind. Or rather, pressing into her hip again.
“You weren’t complaining about it earlier”, she reminded him. God bless whoever invented the idea of a sixty-nine. Or was it ninety-six. Her brain really was getting muddled.
“Very true”.
“And you weren’t exactly far behind”, she reminded him. He had brought her to five orgasms before he had come himself. She clamped her legs together, she was still tingling and he had only used his mouth.
“No, and speaking of behind that is something we are going to have to get to later”, he grinned as he leant in.
Tess raised an eyebrow at him as her hand travelled across his back, “I don’t know what you tare thinking but ...”
“Nothing kinky, I’ve just never done doggy style”, he explained, a little awkwardly.
“You haven’t?” She gasped before she could think better of it and so stroked his back soothingly, unconsciously rubbing over the red freckle which seemed to be dislodging itself under the effect of her hand and the steaming hot water.
“No”, he almost blushed.
She couldn't believe it. “How many times have you had sex exactly?”
“I ...”
“Clark?” She demanded.
“Twice. Almost three times”, he admitted guilty.
She gaped at him and watched as the colour rose up in his cheeks. “Oh come here”, she wrapped her arms around him more tightly. “I think that it cute ... Well, I think that you’re cute which is almost the same thing and ... Clark, what’s wrong?”
“What’s going on?” He asked with wide open, innocent eyes. The shard of meteor rock had fallen and been washed away down the drain.
“Well that’s not entirely flattering Clark, considering what we have been doing for the last hour”, she answered, teasingly.
“Tess, Miss Mercer, I ... I ... I’ve got to go”. These words were barely out of his mouth and he was gone.
Tess strode into her office, closing and locking the door behind her. It had been an hour since Clark had left to get to get the front page story for her and half an hour since she had checked on its progress. She headed for her desk only to come up short.
“What the hell?” She exclaimed as the distinctive odour of smoke assaulted her nostrils. It took her less than a second to locate its source. There, on here coffee table, lay the smoking remnants of some documents. They were somehow scorched beyond recognition without the wood underneath being damaged at all. In spite of herself, she had to admit that it was rather impressive.
Her eyes went automatically to the safe on the wall. The portrait of Lex which hid it had carefully been moved to one side with the safe door neatly sitting right in front of it. Even more impressive. If you were impressed by displays of strength.
Finally, her attention settled on her settee. Or rather on the man who reclined upon it.
6,3, 230 pounds of bone and pure muscle, dark curly hair and bright blue eyes. Clark was a sight to behold at the best of times, but there was something different about him now. His normally guileless face was now smirking, challengingly.
Tess raised an eyebrow. “Should I ask?” She inquired as she removed her coat and hung it up on the ornate stand, another relic of when this office had belonged to someone else.
He didn’t answer. Or give any other indication of having heard her. Instead his eyes openly devoured her. In spite of herself, she felt a slow blush creep up her neck to stain her cheeks but she wasn’t going to allow him to get the better of her with such tactics. He wasn’t the first man who had thought that he could back her into a corner by staring at her like a sex object and he unfortunately wouldn’t be the last. She was too well accustomed to it to be effected by it normally, but, in Clark’s case, she felt as if he could see right through her clothes. Thankfully, she had on her good undies.
“I take it”, she took her time in returning his voyeuristic gaze and was a little annoyed to note that he didn’t blush. Normally she could turn him scarlet with a smile. “That you have my story?” She glanced at the pile of ash which she assumed had been her pictures, before pinning him with a look.
He didn’t quail and, doubting her own sanity, she felt the corner of her mouth beginning to curl upwards.
With a languid grace she had not known he possessed, Clark swung himself around so was sitting instead of lying making her feel that he was focusing even more of his attention on her. He leant forwards, resting his forearms on his thighs, the intensity growing with every second. She found herself taking a second forwards. His lips parted, he licked his lips, he was about to speak, and Tess strained to hear. Then, he exhaled.
Clark leant back, reclining against the sofa’s back, stretching his arms across the entire width of the piece of furniture. He was casual, controlled, confident and dominant. She didn’t like men like that. And yet ...
She would not swallow. She would not allow her legs to clench. She folded her arms, pleased that the padded bra afforded her some protection.
He smirked. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking.
This did make her blush
There was a flicker of hear in his eyes, tiny but clear. He knew.
Exuded arrogance as he slowly placed one foot, then the other on her extremely expensive coffee table. Only inches away from the smouldering mess. As if daring her to say something about it.
Tess bristled. She walked over to stand beside the table and gave his shoes and then him pointed look. He really did have huge feet, currently encased in Italian leather shoes by the look of them.
“What are you going to do about it?” His look clearly challenged her.
Tess may have only learnt that she was Luthor a few short months ago, but the blood still flowed strongly within her veins and such a challenge could not go unanswered. She kept her eyes on her unruly associate as she placed her dainty, high heeled foot on the side of the small table, and then pushed it away from her hard and suddenly enough to send his feet hit the floor with a thump. He seemed to be more amused than anything.
“I believe that I sent you out to find me a story”, she stated simply.
“That sounds about right”, he agreed, his eyes flashing red for a second. It was so quick that most people would have missed it or thought that they had imagined it, but Tess took it in and stored the piece of information.
She uncrossed her arms and took a step towards him, demonstrating that that she was not afraid of him. “Well, as you have apparently seen fit to bypass my security, break into my office, destroy my private property and put your grubby feet all over a priceless antique I hope that you have something for you”, she paused, taking another step closer to him, standing between his now spread legs, “Otherwise I might be tempted to do something ... Unpleasant”.
The smile that accompanied these words was sweetness itself, but usually had the effect of making grown men cry and beg for mercy. Clark seemed to find it rather stimulating.
“What? Fire me? Something tells me that that isn’t going to happen”, he replied far too smugly, “aside from anything else, you are trying to create a new, greener, kinder image for LuthorCorp; you don’t need the negativity publicity”.
“You are very sure of yourself”, she persisted, unfazed, “There are other things that I could do to you”, or have done to him, “other than unemployment”. Lex’s pet projects were neither gone nor forgotten, they had merely been ‘refocused’. She saw no need to tell Clark that she would never do that to him.
He seemed to know that without her telling him though. He cocked his head on the side, not an unusual thing for Clark to do, but this time there was no trace of his normal boyish charm. “What are you going to do boss? Spank me?” His face broke into a wicked grin at these last words.
Tess blushed. Actually, blushed didn’t quite cover it. She felt heat radiating from every single pore of her body, turning her the same shade as her hair, as the saliva disappeared from her mouth. She licked her lips, knowing that she would never be able to form words if she didn’t, acutely aware of his eyes detailing her every movement. She felt a little dizzy.
“What has got into you?” She snapped. It had been exciting before, prodding him to see what his reaction and how it would differ from normal. Well, exciting and annoying in about equal measure. Now annoyance (if not downright anger) was winning out. He had won, at least one round, making her betray herself like that. She was going to destroy him!
“What do you think?”
She wasn’t going to take another syllable of his impertinence. Of his handsome face smirking at her like that. Of that knowing gleam in his eyes. Of that huge, hard body of his just lounging around her office ...
“One too many espressos?” She suggested, in a tone that was a little closer to peevish than the aloof condescension that had been her intention. Even as her lips moved, she heard Lex’s numerous warnings about giving away the advantage by displaying ire. Damn it and damn him. She was already losing!
Rich warm laughter filled the room, taking her by surprise. “Maybe its time for me to start asking some questions of my own”, he stood up and loomed over her.
She stood her ground, scowling at his ability to control the exchange and more specifically at his hand as it found its way onto her hip, searing his through the suddenly-too-thin fabric.
“I don’t think so”, Tess dismissed the idea and him, she stalked out of his grasp and over to her desk. As she circled the large wooden table she allowed her hand to drift, apparently unintentionally, across its polished surface, inching closer to one of the many secret emergency buttons in the room. She was in over her head. One more second and her digit would make contact with the alarm and then, as if by magic, several of her armed security men would just appear. Interviewing the suddenly smug bastard with them in the room would be a hell of a lot easier.
“Ah”, she gasped.
Her finger was no longer on the table, it was suspended in the air in front of her, captured in a hand much larger than her own. Her breath caught in her chest.
“A naughty naughty”, he rebuked her errant finger and lifted it to his mouth and nipped at it.
“So much for getting out of this situation”, Tess thought as a jolt of electricity went though her, but only said, “How did you do that?” Her gaze darted from where he had been, to where he now stood. That shouldn’t have been possible.
“I think you know”.
She tilted her chin up, impressed despite herself, that he had finally had the gall to pull her up on that. He never had before although she was certain that he had suspected what she had discovered.
He smirked at her, “Nothing to say? That’s a change”. In another display of his super speed, he twirled her around and pressed her with odd tenderness against the window. He had no intention of hurting her, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy the way that she arched against him in response to the cold glass. “You appear to have an obsession with me. Is this a family trait?”
“Your the one who seems to have an obsession with my family. Tell me were you and my brother really just friends?” She taunted him.
“Watch”, he brought his face so close to hers that she could feel his hot breath on her cheek, “your”, he grasped her ass firmly, “mouth”, he slanted his head and bit the lobe of her ear gently.
“And if I don’t?” She somehow managed to get out. She wasn’t going to just submit and beg him to ravish her, however tempting it might be.
Clark proved himself to be a man of action. He squeezed her ass and ground himself against her. She grasped his shoulders, trying to remember why pride was better than being taken against a window in the middle of the day, only to blink when she realised that her nails were not digging into him. They should have been. Bloody hell, he must be a man of steel. Their eyes met and realisation, on both parts, was impossible to deny.
“Something will occur to me, I’m sure”, he nibbled his way along her jawline. “And, in your case, I can’t say that I mind quite as much. If you really want to follow me around everywhere I’m sure that I would get used to it”.
“Is that so?” She tried to sound nonchalant as her hands ran along his broad shoulders and her body trembled against him.
“So casual in such a position”, he grinned, “It does raise concerns about how you normally conduct your business meetings”.
Tess’ eyes narrowed and before she had the chance to think better of it, she made to slap him. Her hand was captured millimetres from his chiselled jaw.
“You are going to be very glad that I didn’t let you”, he said in a low voice, completely devoid of malice.
It galled her, almost as much as his overt taunts earlier had. She flung her other hand at him but was similarly unsuccessful.
“Oh I get it, you’re that kind of girl”, he teased her provokingly. “You like being pinned down”, he braced her hands either side of head.
“Woman”, she corrected him.
It only made him smile even more brightly. “Women then. I notice that you don’t feel compelled to deny anything else?”
“Why should I?” She locked her eyes with his challengingly.
“No reason I can think of”, he leant in to kiss her but at the last second his lips met her cheek.
“What’s got into you Clark?” She demanded, as he nuzzled her undeterred.
He ignored her question, focusing his attention on the expanse of neck that she had unwittingly exposed to him.
“Damn it Clark, answer me”, she demanded with as much bite as possible as his thumbs brushed across the sensitive insides of her wrists. She had no idea how he had in only a few minutes been able to discover one of her weak points, she dreaded to think what he would manage if she let him take her to bed ... Or she she shivered at any rate.
“You don’t know what that bossy tone does to me”, he growled into her throat.
She had a fairly good idea actually. She had caught glimpses of it before, and right at that moment it was pressed rather firmly against her. “Doesn’t get any articles written though, apparently”, she tried to keep her cool and turn the situation to her advantage. She rubbed her hip against him. Just because she wasn’t able to move her hands, didn’t mean that she was going to let him get away with anything he wanted.
“Or that business suit”, he ignored her comment, stroking his hands down her arms then tugging her suit jacket off. She didn’t object or move to stop him, instead using her newly released hands to snake around her sweet tormentor. Not appeased, he ripped off her blouse sending buttons flying all over the place. He look distinctly pleased with himself as his eyes latched onto her heaving breasts which were barely covered by the dark green silk of her bra.
“Your own wardrobe seems to have improved a great deal”, Tess remarked as casually as she could given the circumstances, “in only an hour or so especially”.
“I thought that you might like it”, he declared, “it’s so much more me”.
“And you would be ... ?”
“Hard”, he smirked and pressed himself back against her.
“Yeah, I’d gathered that much”, she raked her nails down his back, noting that the fabric really was very good quality.
“My ego might have been bruised if you hadn’t”, he covered her breasts with his large hands and massaged them and began to kiss his way along her collarbone.
“Fuck Clark”, she moaned, her hands ran up and down his back, through his curling locks and finally, when she could stand it no more, down to clutch at his firm ass.
He smirked against her warm, salty skin; he was going to enjoy this, even more than he had thought. He regrettably released her silk clad milky orbs with a final squeeze, and seized her by the hips. “And this skirt, was it invented solely to drive me crazy?” The black material seemed to have been sprayed onto her lithe form.
“You certainly think a lot of yourself”. The fact that she had in fact thought of him when she brought it and checked that her butt looked good in it was neither here nor there.
“Please I know what you want”, he straightened up and stared her right in her beautiful green eyes. Why did he always fall for the green-eyed girls? “Every time you look at me Every time you come up with some flimsy excuse to get me in this office. Don’t tell me that you don’t have a few twisted fantasies”.
“More than a few”, she admitted and then defended herself, “It’s not like you don’t have them! I’ve seen the way that you gawk at me”.
“While I take except at the word gawk”, he started only to be interrupted as she did a rather unflattering impression of his normal geeky bumbling ways with an add touch of awestruck.
A low rumble of laughter came bubbling up out of him, but he did sneak a hand around to the back of her head, tangling it in her flaming red hair making her gasp. He kissed her hand on the mouth and then bit down on her bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth, before licking over the afflicted area. “Don’t be naughty or I’ll have to punish you”, he growled.
She responded with an equally passionate kiss of her own which left him breathless.
“Fine, I will admit I thought of you when I picked out my shirt this morning”, he only had one suit at that point, “and this much nicer suit this morning”. He relented, a very small amount.
“Then I will admit that I did put this skirt on with you in mind”, she offered.
“Good, it almost makes me feel guilty”.
“About what?” She wondered. His only answer was to rip her skirt down the seam.
“You had better get me an amazing front cover story because that skirt costs about one week’s worth of your wages”, she informed him, trying not to be impressed.
“I promise you won’t be complaining about the loss for very long”, he smiled smugly, “I’ll take you to Paris this afternoon, if you’re not too sore afterwards”, he offered in a more conciliatory manner.
“I do have access to the LuthorCorp jet”, she reminded him, trying to ignore the fact that she was only wearing her lingerie.
“I’m faster”, he bragged.
“That’s not always an advantage, darling”, she sneered at him.
“You have no idea what hearing that name on your lips does to me”, he teased her, gave her a final kiss and tore himself away from her. He took two large steps back so that he could survey her properly.
Tess knew that she was hot but she couldn’t help feeling self-conscious at that moment. She responded to the awful sensation with an overblown display of bravado. She struck an overly dramatic pose, as she asked, “Enough for you?”
He laughed, “More than enough. You are gorgeous. Complete and utter perfection”, he answered her in a voice more close to his normal one.
“Don’t overdo it”, she replied sardonically.
“I’m not. I swear”, he promised as he drank her in. Her figure was perfect: tall and lithe with full breasts and hips all in porcelain skin. She could drive him crazy on her worst day, there dressed only in a strapless hunter green silk push-up bra and matching panties, with old fashioned stockings and high heels, he didn’t stand a chance.
He groaned and tore his eyes from her delicious curves and back up to her face. Her visage was exquisite. There were no words in language to describe her. She was closer to the stories that Lex used to tell him, from Greek mythology. From the first moment he had laid eyes on her, even covered in ash, he hadn’t been able to shake the thought that she looked as if she had been crafted out of marble. As if every man in the world had combined their fantasy and somehow made it reality.
“Old fashioned beauty with modern confidence”, that was how his mom had described her when Lois had shown her the article with his new boss in the New York Times. Martha had also pointed out that Tess reminded her of Clark’s school boy crush. Not Lana. Long before the ethereal brunette, there had been. Katherine Hepburn. Lois had teased him mercilessly about that but Clark had never thought that the comparison did the young Luthor justice. She was so much more. She was simply beyond perfect. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
Her supersped over to her and kissed her again, relishing the way that she clung to him and returned his ardour. Then she bit his lower lip, causing him to pull back, to see her breathing hard causing her breasts to rise and fall appealingly.
“How did you get so good at this?” She panted, her entire body humming with electricity.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He grinned at her wickedly.
“That would be the general idea of questions”, she tried to nettle him.
He saw it for what it was, a defence mechanism, and laughed. He ran his hands along her trim body, relaxing her and increasing her excitement before announcing, “You know, I’ve never been a fan of green. It’s not my colour”, he took hold of her bra and sent it to the floor with the rest of her clothes.
“Did something happen to you Clark?”
He stared at her suspiciously, then proclaimed, “You ask far too many questions”.
“I thought that you didn’t have a problem with strong, confident women”, she reminded him of their second meeting.
“I don’t”, he smiled, he didn’t seem to be able to do anything else around her today. “On the contrary, I find your bossiness - like everything else about you - to be a turn on. But, at the moment”, in a flash she was back on the settee, sprawled out once again, “I can think of better uses for that mouth”.
She raised her eyebrow at him. Not that the idea wasn’t appealing.
“I want more if I’m going to give you any information. What was it that you said earlier, quid pro quo?” He seemed very taken with the idea, but then again what man wouldn’t have been?
“Please you aren’t going to tell me anything”, she snorted even as she sashayed forwards.
“Probably not”, he agreed. “But we could have a lot of fun while I’m not telling you anything”.
“So no article?” She had already guessed as much, but confirmation never hurt.
“No”.
“No pictures?”
“No”.
“No answers?”
No”, he finally admitted.
“Well”, she strode over so that she was once again standing between his parted legs, “I better get something in return”.
“I’ll fly you around the world baby”. His kind offer was met with rolled eyes.
“Baby, I’m hurt”, he taunted her. “Come here”, he patted his lap.
“Fuck it!” She swore and he grinned wolfishly. She jumped on him, straddling him grabbing his shoulders and heaving him towards her. She attacked his mouth with hot, primitive kisses. He responded in kind. They devoured each other but were still unable to get enough.
He grabbed her ass again but she moved them to her breasts.
“I like a woman who knows what she wants”, he growled, for the first time feeling her bare flesh under his fingers. He rubbed tight circles around her nipples, earning him a whimper.
“Then you’ll love this”, she ripped his shirt open and his jacket off.
“Yeah, it looks like I will”, he agreed.
Tess licked her lips, amazed by what she saw before her. She had never seen a man so gorgeous and she had been in a long term relationship with Oliver Queen. She leant in and began to kiss him, travelling down his hard chest down his stomach, Clark’s hips shifted forwards, then she stood up.
“Hey”, Clark complained at the loss of sensation and warm weight that had been filling his hands.
“Stand up”, she commanded.
He complied, both surprised and amused.
“Strip”, she ordered and once again he was powerless but to comply.
“Anything else?” He inquired getting to his feet and enjoying the way that she seemed unable to keep her attention off his belt. He took his time, opening it, pulling it out of the loops in his pants.
She licked her lips and waited expectantly and this new far-too-confident-for-his-own-good Clark, did not disappoint. He dropped his pants and kicked them off, along with his shoes and socks. Apparently in an expensive suit, he didn’t see the need for underwear.
It wasn’t the first one that she had seen, but it was definitely the biggest and she hadn’t been wrong about his arousal. When she was finally able to tear her eyes away, she placed her hand on his chest again and began to circle him, taking in every inch of his hard body. The man was complete and utter perfection with an ass that deserved to have epic poems written in its honour. She brushed her hand over what looked liked a small red freckle and smirked before coming back around to face him.
“What now?” He asked, content to let her take the initiative for the moment if she wanted.
“If you are getting something, I want something too”, she stated.
“Quid pro quo I remember”, he silently wondered who the hell she had been sleeping with if she thought that she wouldn’t get getting anything unless she haggled for it, then decided that he didn’t want to know. He would be too tempted to rip them limb from limb.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you scream with pleasure”, he declared as he sank to his knees in a fluid motion and began to tug at her panties inhaling deeply. He had known that she had been aroused before but now he could even see the damp patch.
“You’re extremely sure of yourself”, she taunted and found herself straddling Clark’s face as he lay on the settee. She had given up working out he was doing this ... For the second. First she would let him continue what he was doing, then she would work ou- “Ahhhh! Oh fuck! Of fuck! Oh fuck!!!”
Clark was a genius. A magician. A wicked alien intent on driving her crazy. It took all of her will power to pull herself away from him.
“What’s the matter?” He looked genuinely confused, and a bit damp.
“Just altering our position a little”, she said and turned around so that she could return the favour.
~*~
“Clark”, Tess let out a giggle of protest as she found herself being pushed back against the tiled wall of her en suite shower. She was so lost in a haze of passion that she didn’t even consider why Lex had added a bathroom onto his office in The Daily Planet or what else that bathroom had already seen.
“What is it with you and pushing me into cold objects?” She demanded. He was insatiable. Not that she was complaining.
“What’s it with you and asking questions?” He countered as he stroked her wet flesh.
“My inquisitive nature”, she teased him.
“Yeah, well your dirty mind needs some washing”, he reached for the shampoo, apparently intending on washing her hair. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to unearth the spots that made her go weak on the knees: wrists, knees, scalp. She would have wondered if there was something wrong with her had she not had something more pressing on her mind. Or rather, pressing into her hip again.
“You weren’t complaining about it earlier”, she reminded him. God bless whoever invented the idea of a sixty-nine. Or was it ninety-six. Her brain really was getting muddled.
“Very true”.
“And you weren’t exactly far behind”, she reminded him. He had brought her to five orgasms before he had come himself. She clamped her legs together, she was still tingling and he had only used his mouth.
“No, and speaking of behind that is something we are going to have to get to later”, he grinned as he leant in.
Tess raised an eyebrow at him as her hand travelled across his back, “I don’t know what you tare thinking but ...”
“Nothing kinky, I’ve just never done doggy style”, he explained, a little awkwardly.
“You haven’t?” She gasped before she could think better of it and so stroked his back soothingly, unconsciously rubbing over the red freckle which seemed to be dislodging itself under the effect of her hand and the steaming hot water.
“No”, he almost blushed.
She couldn't believe it. “How many times have you had sex exactly?”
“I ...”
“Clark?” She demanded.
“Twice. Almost three times”, he admitted guilty.
She gaped at him and watched as the colour rose up in his cheeks. “Oh come here”, she wrapped her arms around him more tightly. “I think that it cute ... Well, I think that you’re cute which is almost the same thing and ... Clark, what’s wrong?”
“What’s going on?” He asked with wide open, innocent eyes. The shard of meteor rock had fallen and been washed away down the drain.
“Well that’s not entirely flattering Clark, considering what we have been doing for the last hour”, she answered, teasingly.
“Tess, Miss Mercer, I ... I ... I’ve got to go”. These words were barely out of his mouth and he was gone.