sunrise beat (clark/lois; icarus; flashfic)
So, asked people to prompt me on Twitter, got only two responses (which is a good thing, I guess, but hoped for more). Anyway, the request was for Clark/Lois, sunrise, DP or something. I'm sure a better writer will write something awesome for these two, I just needed to tickle my muse. This is FLASH FIC friends, so it's not going to be treated to my usual OCDness (I'm sure I'll wake up in horror tomorrow). It was supposed to be like five hundred words but ended up longer. It's still drabbly because that facilitates ... erm flashficcing. It's not that good but I'm just letting it go since that was the exercise for me. No beta.
Disclaimer: don't own nothin'
Rating: nc17 as requested.
flash fic: sunrise beat
It’s a cool night, early November, so there’s a breeze that kicks up every few minutes - especially on top of a roof more than forty storeys up. Clark’s sitting up against the wall and she’s nestled up against him, his long legs on either side of her and a couple of blankets cocooning them both. They can’t see the stars too well from this spot - the light from the city makes sure of that so they’re cuddling beneath the spinning, golden globe; half-full mugs of hot chocolate and sweet-smelling pastries; maybe waiting for the sunrise.
He lowers his mouth to her ear. “I love you.”
She smiles, tilts her head back and turns into his neck, breathes him in. “You better, Smallville, because you just signed off the rest of your life to me and there are no take-backs in this town.”
His chest rumbles with laughter and he says, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Lois. You’re officially stuck with me.”
Looking up at him, she turns, lets her hand rest on his chest - her left hand with the ring - takes a moment to admire the way it sparkles. She’s never been one of those girls, the kind that pin everything on getting a ring on their fingers. But tonight, with Clark’s and now her friends, and earlier when she got her gift from Chloe; and told Lucy the good news it’d felt nice. And she’d felt - happy like this wasn’t something she’d wanted all along but it was everything she needed.
She takes a deep breath. “For better or worse, hunh?”
He nods and she’s pretty sure she’s never seen him smile like that, slightly possessive and peaceful, just full. Maybe she’s wearing the exact same smile, like her heart might burst because no one should hold this much - yeah, happiness is the word - inside of them. She leans up to kiss him, nothing but a quick press of the lips but his hand at the back of her neck stops her from pulling away. His tongue paints a wet stripe and slides inside her mouth, tangles with her own. She moans, her fingers curling into his ribcage.
When he pulls back there’s heat unfurling in his eyes. “You know it’s pretty late - or early depending on how you look at it. Maybe we should head back home to celebrate.”
She bites her lip, and makes a quick survey of the rooftop. They’re alone, there’s really nothing stopping them from doing this. She shifts on his lap so she’s straddling him; her fingers walk along his tie and she says matter-of-factly, “You know, I don’t think I’m ready to go back home.”
His face falls; clearly disappointed and a little surprised at her refusal (she has to wonder at that, maybe she should make things a little harder for him from now on). “Oh.” He’s trying (and failing) to take it in his stride, moving his legs a little as if that would hide the hard length pressing into the side of her thigh.
She bends forward to whisper in his ear. “I think you missed the point, Smallville - I don’t want to go home but this roof is just as good a place as any to … celebrate.”
He wears a confused frown. She has to bite back a snort - because no one should be that naïve and clueless, and still look so hot while doing it. Then it dawns and his mouth drops open, and she can definitely see his cheeks turn red. “Wait - you mean here? Now?”
-
Clark wonders in the back of his mind why he’s actually surprised because this is Lois. And the fact that he spent last Saturday carving out a new porch swing isn’t easy to forget - nor is the reason why he had to do that in the first place. He’s always been ‘safe’ about things and with Lois Lane as his girl - his fiancée (his heart skips a little at that because it’s true, finally, after weeks of nail-biting) - he figures that at least one of them has to have a level head; think about the consequences; take good, long looks before they leap. But even knowing all that, when she nods and does that thing with the lip-biting and says, “I dare if you dare.” He’s a goner.
She tastes like cherries and warm chocolate. She finished her dessert and most of his but he can’t complain because she tastes better. He draws her closer and glides his hands down the length of her back to her backside, pushes her against his groin. She makes this tiny sound in the back of her throat and he gives her an answering growl; inches her skirt up under the blanket.
-
Lois yanks his shirt out of his pants and slides her palms along the hard wall of his chest. He’s hot, always so hot and it’s easy to forget that they’re getting ready to have sex on top of the Daily Planet in the middle of fall. When she feels his fingers brush against her naked hip, pull her panties to one side, swipe along her cunt - any thought of Daily Planets and bullpens and public spaces scramble from her mind.
She’s already slick and wet. He gets two fingers inside and she strains up on her knees with gasp and rocks forward. He thrusts, shallowly first, and then deeper - adds one more so she’s stretching around him. He rubs at her clit in slow circles, curls up inside her. Her head falls onto his shoulder and she mutters, “Oh God …yes.” under her breath.
Maybe it’s the fact that she's sitting on top of the building where she works with Clark Kent's fingers inside her or perhaps it's that he’s figured out just how to push all her buttons (a little of both) but in no time at all, she feels her orgasm rush through her and she muffles a groan in the skin at his neck, her lower body spasming uncontrollably against his hand.
-
Her blouse is still buttoned but that’s the only part of her that looks halfway presentable. The ponytail is coming undone and he can feel her skirt ruched up around her hips. Still, to anyone looking, they’d just look like two people, covered up by a blanket. They’ll laugh about it later. How they didn’t get booked for indecent exposure and how they had to thank his heat vision for taking out the DP roof’s security cameras when they came up earlier.
-
He’s painfully hard now. He can smell her and if they were anywhere but here, he’d probably be working his way down her body to taste. She raises her head from his shoulder and presses an open-mouthed kiss on his lips, her tongue swirling against his.
Her fingers are picking at his belt and dragging his zipper down, sliding underneath until he feels them, cool and soft. He bucks into her touch and she circles his dick, strokes him from tip to base and back again; spreads the sticky moisture seeping at the crown with her thumb. She kisses her way along his jaw to suckle on a sensitive spot on his neck. He closes his eyes, drops his head back against the wall and groans, “Lois - I want - need to be inside you.”
She grins and doesn’t waste any time. Shoving her panties to the side, she uses his shoulder for leverage, and guides him inside her, slowly, her eyes never leaving his. When he’s fully-sheathed inside her, she stops and rests her forehead against his and says breathlessly, “I love you, Clark.”
He’s not sure how to describe what it means, what he feels when she says those words and he knows with everything inside of him that she means it and that it’s as true as day. He touches his mouth to hers, lingers on the feel of her and lets his whole world come to a point in her.
She starts to move, rocking slowly. The blanket doesn’t give them much room but it gives enough. She feels so wet and tight, and he makes a hissing sound through his teeth as he moves his hips up to meet her. His hand squeezes between them to rub her clit, press it between two fingers and feel her tremble above him and pull away from his mouth with a cry. “Yes - oh.”
She contracts around him, almost unbearably. He starts to unravel hard and fast; he grunts heavily, coming with a jagged moan. She’s coming with him, wetly, whimpering against his neck.
-
She flops onto him and they’re both breathing hard, letting the sounds of the city beneath rise around them. The sky’s lightening on the horizon; he can see that without squinting. His hand runs along her spine and he lets his eyes close. And right there - for a second - he swears he can hear something, light and rhythmic, the moving of imaginary feet. Her heartbeat and his, thrumming in sync, and it draws one side of his mouth up into a smile.
fin
Disclaimer: don't own nothin'
Rating: nc17 as requested.
flash fic: sunrise beat
It’s a cool night, early November, so there’s a breeze that kicks up every few minutes - especially on top of a roof more than forty storeys up. Clark’s sitting up against the wall and she’s nestled up against him, his long legs on either side of her and a couple of blankets cocooning them both. They can’t see the stars too well from this spot - the light from the city makes sure of that so they’re cuddling beneath the spinning, golden globe; half-full mugs of hot chocolate and sweet-smelling pastries; maybe waiting for the sunrise.
He lowers his mouth to her ear. “I love you.”
She smiles, tilts her head back and turns into his neck, breathes him in. “You better, Smallville, because you just signed off the rest of your life to me and there are no take-backs in this town.”
His chest rumbles with laughter and he says, “Wouldn’t dream of it, Lois. You’re officially stuck with me.”
Looking up at him, she turns, lets her hand rest on his chest - her left hand with the ring - takes a moment to admire the way it sparkles. She’s never been one of those girls, the kind that pin everything on getting a ring on their fingers. But tonight, with Clark’s and now her friends, and earlier when she got her gift from Chloe; and told Lucy the good news it’d felt nice. And she’d felt - happy like this wasn’t something she’d wanted all along but it was everything she needed.
She takes a deep breath. “For better or worse, hunh?”
He nods and she’s pretty sure she’s never seen him smile like that, slightly possessive and peaceful, just full. Maybe she’s wearing the exact same smile, like her heart might burst because no one should hold this much - yeah, happiness is the word - inside of them. She leans up to kiss him, nothing but a quick press of the lips but his hand at the back of her neck stops her from pulling away. His tongue paints a wet stripe and slides inside her mouth, tangles with her own. She moans, her fingers curling into his ribcage.
When he pulls back there’s heat unfurling in his eyes. “You know it’s pretty late - or early depending on how you look at it. Maybe we should head back home to celebrate.”
She bites her lip, and makes a quick survey of the rooftop. They’re alone, there’s really nothing stopping them from doing this. She shifts on his lap so she’s straddling him; her fingers walk along his tie and she says matter-of-factly, “You know, I don’t think I’m ready to go back home.”
His face falls; clearly disappointed and a little surprised at her refusal (she has to wonder at that, maybe she should make things a little harder for him from now on). “Oh.” He’s trying (and failing) to take it in his stride, moving his legs a little as if that would hide the hard length pressing into the side of her thigh.
She bends forward to whisper in his ear. “I think you missed the point, Smallville - I don’t want to go home but this roof is just as good a place as any to … celebrate.”
He wears a confused frown. She has to bite back a snort - because no one should be that naïve and clueless, and still look so hot while doing it. Then it dawns and his mouth drops open, and she can definitely see his cheeks turn red. “Wait - you mean here? Now?”
-
Clark wonders in the back of his mind why he’s actually surprised because this is Lois. And the fact that he spent last Saturday carving out a new porch swing isn’t easy to forget - nor is the reason why he had to do that in the first place. He’s always been ‘safe’ about things and with Lois Lane as his girl - his fiancée (his heart skips a little at that because it’s true, finally, after weeks of nail-biting) - he figures that at least one of them has to have a level head; think about the consequences; take good, long looks before they leap. But even knowing all that, when she nods and does that thing with the lip-biting and says, “I dare if you dare.” He’s a goner.
She tastes like cherries and warm chocolate. She finished her dessert and most of his but he can’t complain because she tastes better. He draws her closer and glides his hands down the length of her back to her backside, pushes her against his groin. She makes this tiny sound in the back of her throat and he gives her an answering growl; inches her skirt up under the blanket.
-
Lois yanks his shirt out of his pants and slides her palms along the hard wall of his chest. He’s hot, always so hot and it’s easy to forget that they’re getting ready to have sex on top of the Daily Planet in the middle of fall. When she feels his fingers brush against her naked hip, pull her panties to one side, swipe along her cunt - any thought of Daily Planets and bullpens and public spaces scramble from her mind.
She’s already slick and wet. He gets two fingers inside and she strains up on her knees with gasp and rocks forward. He thrusts, shallowly first, and then deeper - adds one more so she’s stretching around him. He rubs at her clit in slow circles, curls up inside her. Her head falls onto his shoulder and she mutters, “Oh God …yes.” under her breath.
Maybe it’s the fact that she's sitting on top of the building where she works with Clark Kent's fingers inside her or perhaps it's that he’s figured out just how to push all her buttons (a little of both) but in no time at all, she feels her orgasm rush through her and she muffles a groan in the skin at his neck, her lower body spasming uncontrollably against his hand.
-
Her blouse is still buttoned but that’s the only part of her that looks halfway presentable. The ponytail is coming undone and he can feel her skirt ruched up around her hips. Still, to anyone looking, they’d just look like two people, covered up by a blanket. They’ll laugh about it later. How they didn’t get booked for indecent exposure and how they had to thank his heat vision for taking out the DP roof’s security cameras when they came up earlier.
-
He’s painfully hard now. He can smell her and if they were anywhere but here, he’d probably be working his way down her body to taste. She raises her head from his shoulder and presses an open-mouthed kiss on his lips, her tongue swirling against his.
Her fingers are picking at his belt and dragging his zipper down, sliding underneath until he feels them, cool and soft. He bucks into her touch and she circles his dick, strokes him from tip to base and back again; spreads the sticky moisture seeping at the crown with her thumb. She kisses her way along his jaw to suckle on a sensitive spot on his neck. He closes his eyes, drops his head back against the wall and groans, “Lois - I want - need to be inside you.”
She grins and doesn’t waste any time. Shoving her panties to the side, she uses his shoulder for leverage, and guides him inside her, slowly, her eyes never leaving his. When he’s fully-sheathed inside her, she stops and rests her forehead against his and says breathlessly, “I love you, Clark.”
He’s not sure how to describe what it means, what he feels when she says those words and he knows with everything inside of him that she means it and that it’s as true as day. He touches his mouth to hers, lingers on the feel of her and lets his whole world come to a point in her.
She starts to move, rocking slowly. The blanket doesn’t give them much room but it gives enough. She feels so wet and tight, and he makes a hissing sound through his teeth as he moves his hips up to meet her. His hand squeezes between them to rub her clit, press it between two fingers and feel her tremble above him and pull away from his mouth with a cry. “Yes - oh.”
She contracts around him, almost unbearably. He starts to unravel hard and fast; he grunts heavily, coming with a jagged moan. She’s coming with him, wetly, whimpering against his neck.
-
She flops onto him and they’re both breathing hard, letting the sounds of the city beneath rise around them. The sky’s lightening on the horizon; he can see that without squinting. His hand runs along her spine and he lets his eyes close. And right there - for a second - he swears he can hear something, light and rhythmic, the moving of imaginary feet. Her heartbeat and his, thrumming in sync, and it draws one side of his mouth up into a smile.
fin