Stealing Kisses (Lois/Clark)
Title: Stealing Kisses
Episode: 6.10/Hydro
Theme: kiss
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A corner of her mouth twisted in exasperation and she jabbed him in the chest, the words spilling out of her as if they were playing a game of Taboo. “Alleyway. Green leather. Green Arrow.”
Spoilers: Hydro - slight reference to Crimson
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
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“Your secrets safe with me, Oliver.”
A vow sealed with a kiss.
Body heat collided as she pulled him closer, holding tightly onto his biceps as she pressed her lips to his, demanding a response. She'd caught him off guard, she knew, but he responded immediately. Instinct taking over, matching her motion for motion.
His fingertips rested tentitvely on her waist, almost as if he'd never touched her in such an intimate way. But then they tightened, digging into her hipbone, and a warming shiver shot through her at the power held there.
For a moment, it felt like she was floating, senses highly aware of the warmth and strength hiding just beneath pieces of green leather. Lost in sensations. But....
She popped her eyes open, lips lingering against his before pulling away with a soft smack. The confusion in her eyes colored her words.
“You're, um....”
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Hazel eyes snapped open.
A low growl erupted from her lips and she buried her head into the pillow, blocking the glowing red numbers staring back at her.
3:30 a.m.
That kiss could still elicited emotions from her, even years later when she had no business feeling them. A stranger's kiss. A stain of guilt and heat rushed into her cheeks as memories from that night insisted on lingering along the edges of her mind. She twisted her head around to knock the images away and immediately warmed at the sight that greeted her.
Clark sleeping peacefully beside her, arms folded above his head,his white t-shirt almost glowing in the moonlight shining through the window.
....a warming shiver.
....felt like she was floating.
Floating....
A sharp breathe escaped. Her body jerked into a sitting position, knocking the covers completely off of her. Things clicked into place she didn't even know could or even needed to be clicked. Super strength. Super speed.
Only one person.
Her right hand fumbled for the light switch on the bedside lamp, eyes blinking wildly in the sudden brightness as it came on with a click.
“Son of a….” Her lips thinned in irritation and anger, the tenderness from before leaving her completely as she glared over at her bed partner, still snoozing peacefully and innocently. She narrowed her eyes. Was that a smirk on his lips?
Taking her pillow, she slapped him in the face with it as hard as she could, not even waiting for him to wake up before asking, “Why the hell didn't you ever tell me?”
“Huh? What?” Clark slapped the pillow away, startling awake so suddenly that he almost fell off the bed. He blinked once, twice, before turning his head in her direction, voice slightly worried, fuzzy with sleep. “What's the matter?”
“I'll tell you what's the matter.” If possible, her eyes narrowed even more. She turned her body completely towards him as she sat up on her knees, clenching bedsheets as she leaned forward. Through clinched teeth, she spilled out two words. “Green Arrow.”
Disoriented, but not entirely surprised by a sudden outburst, (this was Lois Lane after all), he tried to make sense of the confusion swarming around in his sleep ladened brain. “What's wrong with Oliver?”
“Oliver? What? Nothing.” She waved his concern away and rested her hands on her thighs. “I just had a very interesting dream.”
That sentence pushed him wide awake and he leaned forward on his elbow, muscles suddenly tensing. He narrowed his own eyes, his heartbeat accelerating. “You dream about Oliver?”
She felt a scream of frustration boiling in the back of her throat, but she only rolled her eyes in response, knowing immediately where his thoughts had gone. She didn’t bother to soothe his ego. “Forget about Oliver.”
A suggestion of annoyance hovered in his eyes as he propped himself against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest, impatience with her word game and the fact that she'd woken him from a dead sleep catching up to him. “Then get to the point.”
She jabbed him in the chest, the words spilling out of her as is she were playing a game of Taboo. “Alleyway. Green leather. Green Arrow.”
His eyebrows froze in a frown as he looked at her, tilting his head. “I….” And then his eyes widened in recognition, annoyance falling away. Heat flew across his cheeks and he lowered his face to the covers. “Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all you....? Oh?”
At the high octave sound her voice gave off, Clark lifted his head, eyes moving up to capture hers. “I'm sorry. “I just....I haven't really even thought about it in years.” He reached for her hand but she brushed him away, a quick flash of hurt in her eyes as she crossed her arms.
“Why am I always the last one to know?”
“I didn't keep it from you on purpose.” He shifted away from the headboard. This time when he reached out she didn't pull away. He cupped a cheek, running his thumb over a cheekbone as he absorbed the emotions running across her face. “At the time, it was just something Oliver needed my help with.”
“Lying to me, you mean,” she answered in a low voice.
“Technically, yes,” he responded in honesty. He smiled slightly at what he knew he would have to say next. “I know how much you hate these words, but he was trying to protect you. Look, Lois, you didn't even know it was me underneath the green leather, so it was something I had to put out of my mind.” He laced his other hand with hers. “I never meant to hurt you.”
She nodded her head, feeling the truth behind the words in his touch. The hurt lessoned. “I know. I just....I must be the words biggest idiot for not figuring this out sooner. I mean, have I been high this entire time? You threw a guy across the alleyway and then super speed away. I'm an investigative reporter for God's sake. How could I not put the pieces together before this?”
The open vulnerableness in her tone made him ache. “Hey. Listen.” He leaned his forehead against hers, his warm breathe fanning against her face. “You’re not an idiot. And you're the best reporter The Planet has. Why would you have ever thought it was me anyway?”
She pulled back, huffing out a breathe of frustration, bringing their hands to rest rest in her lap. She couldn't quite make her eyes look into his, instead steadying her gaze onto his white t-shirt. “Red-Blue Blur? And as many times as we’ve kissed?” To her annoyance she felt heat rising in her cheeks, but she continued. “This certain technique you have that….” Too many words, Lois. Too many words spoken out loud.
He pushed a strand of hair back behind an ear, laughing softly, a look of pleased amusement gathering on his face. “I’m happy you think so highly of my skills. But do you want to know my theory?”
Titling her head to the side, she stole a slanted look at him, not liking the twinkling gleam inhabiting his eyes. But she nodded at him to continue anyway.
“When I kiss you, you become so lost in it, that all thought and reasoning go right out the window.”
She flushed, heat stealing into her cheeks at his boldness. He actually wasn't that far off. Not that she would ever admit that. Raising her eyes to meet his, she found a faint blush traveling across his cheeks as well. Although, his eyes said he was very pleased with himself. She smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Would you rather be an idiot?
“Which ever one wipes that stupid little grin off your face is the one I’ll take.”
He drew back from her, lips formed in a straight line, eyes turned serious. “Idiot it is.”
She pushed into his chest lightly, but his form didn't move an inch. Playful exasperation caught in her words when she spoke. “Why do I put up with you?”
The teasing in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a flame of desire. “I’m thinking….” He pulled her into lap so that she was straddling his hips, hands moving to explore underneath her tank top. She shivered, the warmth of his touch intoxicating against her cool skin. Her arms automatically curved around his shoulders, fingers running through strands of hair. He kissed the underside of her jaw and smiled when she moaned. “….it has something….” Lips trailed across a cheekbone, landing in a spot just below her right ear. “….to do….” He sucked lightly. “….with this.”
“I think....maybe you're...right,” she murmured. She hissed as his lips closed in on a sensitive place in the curve of her neck. “But don't, uh,think you're getting out of this. I'm still angry....”
“I can tell,” he whispered, smiling as she arched into his touch.
She hummed deep in the back of her throat, pulling him closer so she could feel the delicious hardness of his body. “Just for the record, any other secrets you've failed to share?”
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Remember your love potion lipstick....”
THE END
Episode: 6.10/Hydro
Theme: kiss
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A corner of her mouth twisted in exasperation and she jabbed him in the chest, the words spilling out of her as if they were playing a game of Taboo. “Alleyway. Green leather. Green Arrow.”
Spoilers: Hydro - slight reference to Crimson
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.
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“Your secrets safe with me, Oliver.”
A vow sealed with a kiss.
Body heat collided as she pulled him closer, holding tightly onto his biceps as she pressed her lips to his, demanding a response. She'd caught him off guard, she knew, but he responded immediately. Instinct taking over, matching her motion for motion.
His fingertips rested tentitvely on her waist, almost as if he'd never touched her in such an intimate way. But then they tightened, digging into her hipbone, and a warming shiver shot through her at the power held there.
For a moment, it felt like she was floating, senses highly aware of the warmth and strength hiding just beneath pieces of green leather. Lost in sensations. But....
She popped her eyes open, lips lingering against his before pulling away with a soft smack. The confusion in her eyes colored her words.
“You're, um....”
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Hazel eyes snapped open.
A low growl erupted from her lips and she buried her head into the pillow, blocking the glowing red numbers staring back at her.
3:30 a.m.
That kiss could still elicited emotions from her, even years later when she had no business feeling them. A stranger's kiss. A stain of guilt and heat rushed into her cheeks as memories from that night insisted on lingering along the edges of her mind. She twisted her head around to knock the images away and immediately warmed at the sight that greeted her.
Clark sleeping peacefully beside her, arms folded above his head,his white t-shirt almost glowing in the moonlight shining through the window.
....a warming shiver.
....felt like she was floating.
Floating....
A sharp breathe escaped. Her body jerked into a sitting position, knocking the covers completely off of her. Things clicked into place she didn't even know could or even needed to be clicked. Super strength. Super speed.
Only one person.
Her right hand fumbled for the light switch on the bedside lamp, eyes blinking wildly in the sudden brightness as it came on with a click.
“Son of a….” Her lips thinned in irritation and anger, the tenderness from before leaving her completely as she glared over at her bed partner, still snoozing peacefully and innocently. She narrowed her eyes. Was that a smirk on his lips?
Taking her pillow, she slapped him in the face with it as hard as she could, not even waiting for him to wake up before asking, “Why the hell didn't you ever tell me?”
“Huh? What?” Clark slapped the pillow away, startling awake so suddenly that he almost fell off the bed. He blinked once, twice, before turning his head in her direction, voice slightly worried, fuzzy with sleep. “What's the matter?”
“I'll tell you what's the matter.” If possible, her eyes narrowed even more. She turned her body completely towards him as she sat up on her knees, clenching bedsheets as she leaned forward. Through clinched teeth, she spilled out two words. “Green Arrow.”
Disoriented, but not entirely surprised by a sudden outburst, (this was Lois Lane after all), he tried to make sense of the confusion swarming around in his sleep ladened brain. “What's wrong with Oliver?”
“Oliver? What? Nothing.” She waved his concern away and rested her hands on her thighs. “I just had a very interesting dream.”
That sentence pushed him wide awake and he leaned forward on his elbow, muscles suddenly tensing. He narrowed his own eyes, his heartbeat accelerating. “You dream about Oliver?”
She felt a scream of frustration boiling in the back of her throat, but she only rolled her eyes in response, knowing immediately where his thoughts had gone. She didn’t bother to soothe his ego. “Forget about Oliver.”
A suggestion of annoyance hovered in his eyes as he propped himself against the headboard, crossing his arms over his chest, impatience with her word game and the fact that she'd woken him from a dead sleep catching up to him. “Then get to the point.”
She jabbed him in the chest, the words spilling out of her as is she were playing a game of Taboo. “Alleyway. Green leather. Green Arrow.”
His eyebrows froze in a frown as he looked at her, tilting his head. “I….” And then his eyes widened in recognition, annoyance falling away. Heat flew across his cheeks and he lowered his face to the covers. “Oh.”
“Oh? That’s all you....? Oh?”
At the high octave sound her voice gave off, Clark lifted his head, eyes moving up to capture hers. “I'm sorry. “I just....I haven't really even thought about it in years.” He reached for her hand but she brushed him away, a quick flash of hurt in her eyes as she crossed her arms.
“Why am I always the last one to know?”
“I didn't keep it from you on purpose.” He shifted away from the headboard. This time when he reached out she didn't pull away. He cupped a cheek, running his thumb over a cheekbone as he absorbed the emotions running across her face. “At the time, it was just something Oliver needed my help with.”
“Lying to me, you mean,” she answered in a low voice.
“Technically, yes,” he responded in honesty. He smiled slightly at what he knew he would have to say next. “I know how much you hate these words, but he was trying to protect you. Look, Lois, you didn't even know it was me underneath the green leather, so it was something I had to put out of my mind.” He laced his other hand with hers. “I never meant to hurt you.”
She nodded her head, feeling the truth behind the words in his touch. The hurt lessoned. “I know. I just....I must be the words biggest idiot for not figuring this out sooner. I mean, have I been high this entire time? You threw a guy across the alleyway and then super speed away. I'm an investigative reporter for God's sake. How could I not put the pieces together before this?”
The open vulnerableness in her tone made him ache. “Hey. Listen.” He leaned his forehead against hers, his warm breathe fanning against her face. “You’re not an idiot. And you're the best reporter The Planet has. Why would you have ever thought it was me anyway?”
She pulled back, huffing out a breathe of frustration, bringing their hands to rest rest in her lap. She couldn't quite make her eyes look into his, instead steadying her gaze onto his white t-shirt. “Red-Blue Blur? And as many times as we’ve kissed?” To her annoyance she felt heat rising in her cheeks, but she continued. “This certain technique you have that….” Too many words, Lois. Too many words spoken out loud.
He pushed a strand of hair back behind an ear, laughing softly, a look of pleased amusement gathering on his face. “I’m happy you think so highly of my skills. But do you want to know my theory?”
Titling her head to the side, she stole a slanted look at him, not liking the twinkling gleam inhabiting his eyes. But she nodded at him to continue anyway.
“When I kiss you, you become so lost in it, that all thought and reasoning go right out the window.”
She flushed, heat stealing into her cheeks at his boldness. He actually wasn't that far off. Not that she would ever admit that. Raising her eyes to meet his, she found a faint blush traveling across his cheeks as well. Although, his eyes said he was very pleased with himself. She smirked. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Would you rather be an idiot?
“Which ever one wipes that stupid little grin off your face is the one I’ll take.”
He drew back from her, lips formed in a straight line, eyes turned serious. “Idiot it is.”
She pushed into his chest lightly, but his form didn't move an inch. Playful exasperation caught in her words when she spoke. “Why do I put up with you?”
The teasing in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a flame of desire. “I’m thinking….” He pulled her into lap so that she was straddling his hips, hands moving to explore underneath her tank top. She shivered, the warmth of his touch intoxicating against her cool skin. Her arms automatically curved around his shoulders, fingers running through strands of hair. He kissed the underside of her jaw and smiled when she moaned. “….it has something….” Lips trailed across a cheekbone, landing in a spot just below her right ear. “….to do….” He sucked lightly. “….with this.”
“I think....maybe you're...right,” she murmured. She hissed as his lips closed in on a sensitive place in the curve of her neck. “But don't, uh,think you're getting out of this. I'm still angry....”
“I can tell,” he whispered, smiling as she arched into his touch.
She hummed deep in the back of her throat, pulling him closer so she could feel the delicious hardness of his body. “Just for the record, any other secrets you've failed to share?”
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Remember your love potion lipstick....”
THE END