Two fics for Smallville Ficathon
10 Years of Smallville Ficathon fills
Written for: abby82, Lois & Conner - "Let's resolve these awkward silences, shall we." either 'Scion' missing scene or 'Scion' post-episode
Rating: pg
Characters: Lois and Connor mainly, with a guest appearance from Clark
Notes: I played with the time-line a little for this. This scene takes place about a week-and-half maybe two after the events in "Scion." I really did try to write from Lois' POV for this but it was really difficult, and I felt blocked every time I tried, couldn't access it because it was too close to certain things and what I wrote wasn't even half-way decent. I am still so angry about this episode, and if I think about it, it makes my brain break and my heart burn and I want to flay tiny insects. Whatever. So this is entirely Connor's perspective. Which was actually fun to try, don't know if I got it. In my head he's a mix of Young Justice Connor and the one we got in Smallville, I don't even know, I just don't anymore. I feel like I've forgotten how to write these characters (the show done killed my muse) so these are ...shaky at best and unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
no one ever said it was easy
Connor sits at the kitchen table, a silver spoon held stiffly in his hand, and the scratchy sound of the morning radio floating over from the window. He had walked in ten minutes earlier and mumbled a quiet good morning before taking his seat. Clark, standing by the stove flipping pancakes with the ease of a seasoned chef, had glanced his way with a grin and asked him if he was ready for his first day at school. He'd shrugged and smiled faintly, his response belying the very real fear he felt at starting up at Smallville High.
He rubs clammy hands at the shield on his Blur t-shirt - a nervous habit he's already developed. Lois looks up from her newspaper and shoots him a smile. It’s a strange one, awkward. It doesn’t reach her eyes, just hovers at the corner of her mouth before stretching out into fullness. She shakes out the paper and turns the page, and doesn’t pay him any mind.
"Hey Connor, want some pancakes?" Clark says. His voice is bright, cheerful and overly loud in the small kitchen. Out of all of them, it seems like Clark’s transitioned to this new living situation the easiest - or he makes a pretty good show of it. He attacks each breakfast and each stilted conversation with seemingly bottomless optimism - it’s kind of weird.
He pretends not to notice that Lois avoids spending any time in a room alone with him. If she wanders into the kitchen and finds him at a table, she nods, says something - “Hey” or “How’s it hanging?” - grabs a drink or an apple, or a carton of ice cream, and heads back out again. She doesn’t relax around him or touch him. With Clark always patting him on the back or ruffling his hair, the deliberate distance is noticeable. He does understand why though - why this is his fault, he admits that in his mind all the time.
It has been less than two weeks since everything happened with Lionel and the red-k. It’s still hard figuring out everything. All of this is strange and new. Living on a farm is different from anything he’s ever known. Deep down, he’s scared they’ll kick him out - or send him back to the facility. Just thinking about white tiles and white walls, white mattresses and white cups filled with white pills that rattle, and doctors in white coats that tell him to calm down every five minutes - makes him feel sick. It’s selfish, he knows that, but he can’t help feeling it.
The sharp clatter of a spatula hitting the stove shakes him out of his thoughts. A blur of motion and Clark’s standing beside Lois in his Blur jacket. "I have to go - there's a bank robbery downtown.” He kisses her briefly on the mouth, “I’ll see you at work. Connor, will you be okay to get to school?"
Connor stops himself from replying sarcastically that he does have super-speed and he’s already getting the super-jump thing down, he can get to school just fine.
Lois nods and touches Clark's arm with an encouraging smile, "Go - I'll make sure he gets to school."
After Clark speeds off, the kitchen rings with silence.
Connor counts slowly in his head, waiting for the scratch of her chair pushed back and to hear her leave the kitchen for some reason or other. He’s shocked when she doesn’t. He glares at the limp cornflakes in his bowl and sighs. In ten seconds, he will stand up and wash up, and walk out the door for school. One - two -
A loud throat clearing catches his attention and he starts when he finds her watching him intently. He widens his eyes slightly as if to ask "What?" She tilts her head, and one shapely eyebrow arches, "Okay - enough. Let's get these awkward silences out of the way, shall we?"
He gulps. "Um - what?"
She folds the newspaper carelessly and slaps it on the table, then cradles her chin in the palm of her hand and says, "You and me, we're shacking up in the same house so I think it's time to clear the air - here and now."
Connor quails under her sharp gaze. He suddenly feels like a dumb cowboy staring across a dust - and- tumbleweed road and straight into the barrel of a gun. Something he got from watching old John Wayne movies on repeat at the facility.
His heart stutters a little. He did apologize to her, the day after. He’d stood there, struggling to get the words out - to find the right thing to say. He probably spent more time staring at the laces on his sneakers than actually looking at her. And when Clark had intervened and announced he’d be shucking stalls for three weeks as a punishment, he’d leapt at the chance, sighing in relief that it was over and maybe he could spend the next ten years burning holes into the floor to avoid the shame he felt just looking at her - being around her. But it didn’t sit right with him, that apology - it hadn’t then either.
He works up the courage to look up at her and breathes deeply, shuffling in his seat. "I - Lois I- I'm sorry."
She waits for him to continue.
"I'm sorry for what I did to you. It was wrong and I know that. And - I'm sorry."
She nods.
He rushes on, the words tumbling out of his mouth, "I don't ever want to be that again - that person. And I'm thankful that you - and Clark - that you're taking me in like this. And I don't want you guys to hate me or send me back or whatever."
"I forgive you, Connor."
"Really?"
"Yeah." One corner of her mouth kicks up, her gaze serious.
"Why?"
She puffs out a breath, her eyes flit around the kitchen before coming back to him. "People - they make mistakes, they do bad things but that doesn't mean we have to write them off forever, right? I think there's still ... hope for you."
"Thank - thank you." He bites his lip. "I don't know if - I guess, what I mean is - I would just - I was wondering if, maybe we can ... not now obviously but - someday - ” he trails off. He’s not sure what he’s even asking. "If we could be friends?" she says.
He doesn’t respond.
She measures him with her gaze and he feels like she’s the one who has x- ray vision. Nodding, she holds out her hand and says, "All right - how about we start over, okay? Hi, my name is Lois Lane - I love coffee, chocolate and peanut butter in any combination and I hate cats and stupid people." He looks at the delicate wrist - she’s stronger than she might look, he knows that - the neatly-pared nails, the engagement ring shimmering in the morning light, and slowly puts his hand in hers. "I - I'm Connor. I - uh - I hate the color white. And I like food that tastes like food. I hate hospitals."
Lois smirks and shakes his hand vigorously. "See! We've already got something in common - I hate hospitals too."
-
"So - you nervous for school?"
"I guess..." He grimaces. It feels natural to tell her the truth and not play it cool like he did with Clark. "I'm scared. What if - what if the kids figure out what I am? Or think I'm some sort of freak? Maybe I didn't dress right - or what if I make a mistake and use my powers or something?"
"Whoa - whoa, slow down there. You know you sound like Clark - maybe this whole worrying thing is embedded in Kryptonian DNA." She snickers at her own joke and leans forward, "Wanna know a secret? Everyone's a loser in high school."
He frowns - that didn't exactly make him feel better.
She clears her throat and mutters, "Nice one, Lois.” She folds her arms across her chest. “Okay, listen. I moved around a lot when I was a kid. I think I never spent more than ten minutes at a school at a time. Always a different base or a different country - and trust me when you're the only awkwardly tall, white kid in a tiny village in Thailand with no language skills at all - it's not the easiest thing to do. But the General - my dad - he always used to say jump in feet first and you'll land right somehow.” She smiles, “Basically - you'll be fine, I promise."
He blinks, and the pressure around his heart eases a little - when she says it, he believes it. “Thanks - Lois."
“No problem.” She shrugs, gets up from the table, heels clacking on the tiles and throws the dredges of her coffee into the sink. "Now, I've gotta run - it's a long drive to Metropolis and we wouldn't want Smallville getting cocky about being in the bullpen before me, now would we?"
That was another thing he'd gotten used to - Lois calling Clark "Smallville." He'd learned to pick up the subtle differences between "Smallville" the town, and "Smallville" the person. She smiled different first of all. And when she talked about Clark, there was warmth in her eyes, an excitement, like she was talking about something secret that only she knew about.
He feels a pang of envy, unintentional, but still there. You can't think like that, Connor.
He’s tried to think of things in simple terms - there’s no red- k in his system so he shouldn’t feel like this at all, should he? But nothing feels that simple. The other night, Clark said something about choice - that even when he was in high school he’d had to learn every single day, he had to make a conscious decision not to do stuff. Like super-speed during a football game. Or use x-ray vision to cheat on a test or peek into the girls’ locker room after gym class. Being a good guy isn't easy. It definitely isn’t as easy as Clark makes it seem.
So he figures that it’s like waking up every morning and repeating it to himself until maybe it becomes true. Because now they're friends - she said so. And friends don’t do that to each other. He clenches his fist tight and lets it loosen slowly.
”Hey, soldier, shape up and ship out - you're gonna be late for school!”
He scrambles to get his plate clean at the bellow that reaches him from upstairs and heads for the door, book bag slung over his shoulder. When he reaches it, he pauses, one foot outside and he looks up through the house. Lois is throwing papers in a bag and waving a mascara wand in the air while yelling at someone on the phone. He smiles and steps out the door.
fin
Written for: abby82, Clark, Conner, Lois - life on the farm
Rating: NC17
Characters: Clark/Lois (Connor's just sort of there in the background)
Notes: Erm, so this was probably supposed to be more profound or something. I guess I got to practice writing smut again - it was so hard! Hopefully I'll learn how to do this again soon. Abby, I'm so sorry - hope these aren't entirely blech.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
make some noise
Lois flopped onto her back with a loud huff and glared at the ceiling. The sheets were tangled around her shins, she kicked at them roughly and stamped her foot - or did the best impression of stamping her foot while horizontal she could muster. It was warm, the air thick and heavy, anticipating a spring downpour. Her skin felt clammy, and the t-shirt - a red one she'd filched from Clark - stuck to her uncomfortably. She tapped her fingers on her arms - impatient. Or perhaps antsy was a better word. Okay, she could be real with herself, she felt hot. And bothered. And pissed off.
The steady rise and fall of Clark breathing peacefully only made her angrier. Because when it came down to it - how the hell did Clark Kent manage to get a good night's sleep even when he had to run out for Blur saves while she’d spent half of the past twelve nights tossing and turning and sexually frustrated as all get out? She didn't want to say out it loud but her mind was clanging like a marshal on loud- speaker - it was technically her fault they were in this mess in the first place. Although, technically, she could blame it on Connor - but that would be mean and she was working on that.
Scrunching her face up in the darkness, she counted the - fifteen - no eighteen days since she’d last had sex with her fiancé. Eighteen days. She'd been engaged to Clark Kent for four months, and they'd been knocking boots for a good eight, and in all that time - she didn't think they'd gone more than five days without sex or at least something. And even that was pushing it.
One thing she’d learned was that Clark Kent might be all Boy Scout on the outside but he had a sexual appetite that managed to make even her look like a slacker sometimes. She smiled fondly at the memory of him super- speeding them to the store room on the fourth floor the very day she laid down ground rules about not bringing their relationship to work. She'd never been able to look at Lysol the same way again after that. Or that one time in his truck out on Miller’s Field. Or when he called her as the Blur and literally got her off with his words and voice and nothing else. And that was in the middle of the bullpen - granted after- hours on one of her late work nights and she’d been alone. It was like a law of physics at this point - when you put a Clark and a Lois in the same vicinity for any stretch of time, sex will happen, and frequently.
But that wasn't the case anymore. Her mind turned to the reason for her sexual hiatus: one Connor Kent.
It had been an odd transition the past couple of months. Getting used to Connor living with them half- time and with Tess the rest of the time; Clark juggling work, his Blur duties, and tutoring Connor; she working her ass off at the Planet and running after every headline she could handle and then some. After she and Connor got over the initial discomfort and she felt herself warming to the boy for real - not just trying to like him for Clark - things had settled into something of a routine.
But then one afternoon, she'd found herself plunked on the pinewood desk in the loft, and Clark Kent between her thighs, forgetting exactly why it was necessary to breathe. She'd been pulling on his hair, hooked a leg around the back of his to pull him closer. He'd moaned, deep in his chest, and she'd felt the vibration all over. His hands moved from her waist to her thighs, and she'd felt the press of his knee against her center and yanked her mouth away from his to cry out.
That's when all hell broke loose.
Connor had come speeding up the stairs, yelling to see if she was all right. She'd shoved Clark backwards and he'd ended up tripping over the globe by his desk chair and falling straight on his ass, a rather conspicuous bump at the front of his jeans which he unsuccessfully tried to hide. She'd hopped off the desk and did her best to look like she hadn't been about to have sex on her a desk in the loft now used to mentor a fifteen year old boy.
It hadn't taken long for Connor to figure it out and his first reaction was a grimace that made him look more of a child than he was, like he'd just swallowed a spoonful of cough medicine or something. And then he'd apologized awkwardly and walked off, mumbling something about using heat vision on his own eyeballs. She'd been weirded out at the possibility of sex on the farm on the nights Connor was with them since.
But wow, that kiss had been hot. Almost as good as the one... Her hand snuck down her front to the apex of her thighs, she pressed her fingers above her panties, which were slightly damp - and not from sweat, and bit her lip. Really, ordinarily she might take matters into her own hands in this situation but doing so while a half- naked Smallville lay beside her seemed unfair and unnecessary. Of course, if said Clark Kent wasn't snoring his ass off; she might kick him in the shin, and make him participate... or do all the work. She grinned and then cursed under her breath, kicking at the sheets again, still not an option with Big Ears less than a few feet away.
"You kick those any harder; you might fall out of bed."
She swiveled in surprise and found a pair of green eyes, half- hidden by a shock of dark hair in the scant light, a tiny smirk playing at his lips.
"You're awake?" The smirk became a full- fledged smile as he rose up on his elbow to look at her. "The whole time." Lois raised a single eyebrow. "Yep, I even saw you try to go DIY a few minutes ago." He seemed to be struggling to hold back laughter. She punched him in the shoulder. "And you were just going to let me?" He shot her a half-offended, half-amused glance, "No - I would've woken up to watch."
Lois rolled her eyes and went back to glaring at the ceiling. "I'm horny - okay. There, I said it."
"Well, we can fix that pretty easily, Lois." She gulped when a warm, heavy hand settled on her hip and started inching the shirt up, her nipples prickling to attention instinctively. His fingers made lazy circles along her waist and she let her legs fall open slightly before coming to her senses and slapping at his hands. "We - no - we can't do that - Connor's right next door." Sometimes she couldn’t believe the words that came out of her own mouth.
Clark ducked to nuzzle her shoulder. "So..."
Lois tilted her head to accommodate the searching mouth, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at his tongue circling the shell of her ear. "So? So - I don't want to give the kid nightmares for life. And it's weird to have sex while a teenage boy with super- ears is five feet away... and - "
"Trust me he'll get over it - I did. Or I just hung out in the barn till it was over," he said casually, his mouth wrapping around her earlobe and suckling gently. “Besides, he’s learning how to filter out sounds and focus in on others already, I’ve been teaching him how.” She always forgot that. He'd been that kid. The one who could hear his parents and everyone for miles around - but that still didn't make it any less awkward. And she was Lois Lane, she didn’t do ‘awkward’ as a general rule but this time…
She gave a muffled whimper. "Clark - this is … this isn’t a good idea…."
“I think it’s a great idea,” he breathed out against her neck and tongued her pulse wetly. She purred and gave into the sensation. “You just have to keep quiet.” Her eyes flew open. “I have to keep quiet? Do I need to remind you that you’re the one who frightened the people in the room next to us at that hotel in D.C. a couple of months ago with all your shouting - not me?”
Clark chuckled while his hand grazed up her stomach to cup her breast, a callused thumb moving across a nipple. “They thought I was being attacked by a wild animal.”
“Hunh, I can’t help it if I’m that good, Smallville,” she said smugly.
“You are good,” he muttered before his lips found hers, his teeth nibbling for entry and his tongue sliding in. Lois gripped the nape of his neck and pulled him closer so he lay on top of her, one of his hair- roughened thighs slipping in between her legs and his ridged abdomen pressed against hers.
“Mhm, I’ve missed you,” he said into her mouth and she moaned in agreement, her arms curving around his shoulders. Too soon, he drew back and transferred his attention to her neck. She shivered, even though she wasn’t the least bit cold. Then his heated lips framed her nipple through the t- shirt, the moist cloth and the rasp of his tongue, the scrape of teeth through it made her want to yelp but she bit it down. He moved lower and lower until all she could see was the silhouette of his head near her core. She grinned - Clark Kent volunteering to do all the work without her even hinting. Moments like these, it was easy to remember why she loved this man.
He pulled her panties down and tossed them away and then his mouth was on her. One close-mouthed kiss along the seam of her cunt and then a slow lick from bottom to top. She gasped into the moonlit room and wove her fingers in his hair. He flicked his tongue over her clit - in super-speed - and she bucked high off the bed, this time unable to hold back the choked wail of pleasure. She pressed her heel into his back and tugged his face even closer, begging for more without words. He obliged, his tongue swiping her lower lips and sliding in. She couldn’t even hold herself back then, and grabbed a pillow near her head to muffle her moans and curse words that might even make a soldier blush. He slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them up and she came - hard and fast, body strung taut at an awkward angle, and the extra padding did nothing to silence her. In fact, she was pretty sure people in Metropolis could hear her but was too far gone to care.
“See, what’d I tell you about being loud?” He was laughing low while he pressed his lips on her hip, the inward- curve of her waist. “Shut up.” She hit him sluggishly with the pillow, catching her breath.
He moved up to kiss her mouth, and she smiled at the taste of herself on his lips. Somewhat recovered, she nudged him over on to his back and straddled his hips, sitting above him. Her mouth drifted down his chin to his ear, and she said quietly, “You know - I’m not the only one who makes a little noise.” Her hand moved down to palm his cock, teasingly, through his boxers. She was gratified to hear his breathing ratchet up and a deep rumble in his throat that sounded like her name.
Moving down his body, she detoured to his chest for a second, laved his nipples until she could hear the harsh puffs of his breath above her. She shoved his boxers down, and let her hands guide her in the dim. He was long and thick, familiar, she wrapped her fingers around his penis and dragged up and down, and up again. He was leaking pre-cum, she spread the moisture until he was slick and then bent down to taste. She closed her mouth around the tip and released him with a pop.
He made a loud grunt of protest or appeal, and her mouth curved upwards. “You better hold on to something.” She sank her mouth onto him, shallow at first, and then deeper until he brushed the back of her throat. Clark’s hand fell into her hair and he pulled. When she’d told him to grab hold, that wasn’t what she’d meant - but from all the incoherent groaning he was doing, she figured he’d forgotten all about keeping quiet. She let her teeth scrape along the underside and his fingers tightened spasmodically. When she moaned around his length, he jerked up and swore. Just the sound of it made her feel hot.
She reached down between her legs and touched herself, sliding first one digit and then two into her wet cunt. She moved in rhythm with her mouth, slowing down the pace - letting herself savor the feel of him inside her this way and her own fingers.
“L- Lois - I need, ah - shit!”
Drawing back, she gave one final lick, and moved back up to sit on top of him. She positioned his cock at her entrance and waited - waited until he opened his eyes as if to inquire what was taking so long. “What do you need, Clark?” Her voice held a teasing lilt, and she rubbed his leaking tip along the seam of her wetness, rocking her hips in a circle and letting him feel how ready she was.
“You know what I need, Lois.”
She leaned down to nuzzle at his mouth, chuckling under her breath. “Oh, I know, Smallville - but I kind of want to hear you say it.” He kissed her, slowly, letting his tongue slide over hers, and the taste of both of them mingling, and then against her lips he murmured, “I just need you.” Even with the growl fraying at the edges of his voice, there was so much in those four simple words. Her heart clenched tight in her chest and she smiled.
-
They lay tangled in the sweat-damp sheets. The open windows did nothing to disturb the turgid stillness of the air, and the smell of sex and heat and the soon-coming thunderstorm filled the room. “So I guess Connor probably heard us.”
“Yup.” He didn’t sound the least bit perturbed about it. “And that doesn’t bother you at all, hunh?” She felt his shoulder shrug underneath her and he let out a loud, satisfied sigh: “Nope.”
Drifting to sleep, she kissed the side of his chin haphazardly, and said, “Well, you can do all the explaining tomorrow because I sure as hell am not - and this time - you definitely made the most noise.”
fin
Written for: abby82, Lois & Conner - "Let's resolve these awkward silences, shall we." either 'Scion' missing scene or 'Scion' post-episode
Rating: pg
Characters: Lois and Connor mainly, with a guest appearance from Clark
Notes: I played with the time-line a little for this. This scene takes place about a week-and-half maybe two after the events in "Scion." I really did try to write from Lois' POV for this but it was really difficult, and I felt blocked every time I tried, couldn't access it because it was too close to certain things and what I wrote wasn't even half-way decent. I am still so angry about this episode, and if I think about it, it makes my brain break and my heart burn and I want to flay tiny insects. Whatever. So this is entirely Connor's perspective. Which was actually fun to try, don't know if I got it. In my head he's a mix of Young Justice Connor and the one we got in Smallville, I don't even know, I just don't anymore. I feel like I've forgotten how to write these characters (the show done killed my muse) so these are ...shaky at best and unbeta'd.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
no one ever said it was easy
Connor sits at the kitchen table, a silver spoon held stiffly in his hand, and the scratchy sound of the morning radio floating over from the window. He had walked in ten minutes earlier and mumbled a quiet good morning before taking his seat. Clark, standing by the stove flipping pancakes with the ease of a seasoned chef, had glanced his way with a grin and asked him if he was ready for his first day at school. He'd shrugged and smiled faintly, his response belying the very real fear he felt at starting up at Smallville High.
He rubs clammy hands at the shield on his Blur t-shirt - a nervous habit he's already developed. Lois looks up from her newspaper and shoots him a smile. It’s a strange one, awkward. It doesn’t reach her eyes, just hovers at the corner of her mouth before stretching out into fullness. She shakes out the paper and turns the page, and doesn’t pay him any mind.
"Hey Connor, want some pancakes?" Clark says. His voice is bright, cheerful and overly loud in the small kitchen. Out of all of them, it seems like Clark’s transitioned to this new living situation the easiest - or he makes a pretty good show of it. He attacks each breakfast and each stilted conversation with seemingly bottomless optimism - it’s kind of weird.
He pretends not to notice that Lois avoids spending any time in a room alone with him. If she wanders into the kitchen and finds him at a table, she nods, says something - “Hey” or “How’s it hanging?” - grabs a drink or an apple, or a carton of ice cream, and heads back out again. She doesn’t relax around him or touch him. With Clark always patting him on the back or ruffling his hair, the deliberate distance is noticeable. He does understand why though - why this is his fault, he admits that in his mind all the time.
It has been less than two weeks since everything happened with Lionel and the red-k. It’s still hard figuring out everything. All of this is strange and new. Living on a farm is different from anything he’s ever known. Deep down, he’s scared they’ll kick him out - or send him back to the facility. Just thinking about white tiles and white walls, white mattresses and white cups filled with white pills that rattle, and doctors in white coats that tell him to calm down every five minutes - makes him feel sick. It’s selfish, he knows that, but he can’t help feeling it.
The sharp clatter of a spatula hitting the stove shakes him out of his thoughts. A blur of motion and Clark’s standing beside Lois in his Blur jacket. "I have to go - there's a bank robbery downtown.” He kisses her briefly on the mouth, “I’ll see you at work. Connor, will you be okay to get to school?"
Connor stops himself from replying sarcastically that he does have super-speed and he’s already getting the super-jump thing down, he can get to school just fine.
Lois nods and touches Clark's arm with an encouraging smile, "Go - I'll make sure he gets to school."
After Clark speeds off, the kitchen rings with silence.
Connor counts slowly in his head, waiting for the scratch of her chair pushed back and to hear her leave the kitchen for some reason or other. He’s shocked when she doesn’t. He glares at the limp cornflakes in his bowl and sighs. In ten seconds, he will stand up and wash up, and walk out the door for school. One - two -
A loud throat clearing catches his attention and he starts when he finds her watching him intently. He widens his eyes slightly as if to ask "What?" She tilts her head, and one shapely eyebrow arches, "Okay - enough. Let's get these awkward silences out of the way, shall we?"
He gulps. "Um - what?"
She folds the newspaper carelessly and slaps it on the table, then cradles her chin in the palm of her hand and says, "You and me, we're shacking up in the same house so I think it's time to clear the air - here and now."
Connor quails under her sharp gaze. He suddenly feels like a dumb cowboy staring across a dust - and- tumbleweed road and straight into the barrel of a gun. Something he got from watching old John Wayne movies on repeat at the facility.
His heart stutters a little. He did apologize to her, the day after. He’d stood there, struggling to get the words out - to find the right thing to say. He probably spent more time staring at the laces on his sneakers than actually looking at her. And when Clark had intervened and announced he’d be shucking stalls for three weeks as a punishment, he’d leapt at the chance, sighing in relief that it was over and maybe he could spend the next ten years burning holes into the floor to avoid the shame he felt just looking at her - being around her. But it didn’t sit right with him, that apology - it hadn’t then either.
He works up the courage to look up at her and breathes deeply, shuffling in his seat. "I - Lois I- I'm sorry."
She waits for him to continue.
"I'm sorry for what I did to you. It was wrong and I know that. And - I'm sorry."
She nods.
He rushes on, the words tumbling out of his mouth, "I don't ever want to be that again - that person. And I'm thankful that you - and Clark - that you're taking me in like this. And I don't want you guys to hate me or send me back or whatever."
"I forgive you, Connor."
"Really?"
"Yeah." One corner of her mouth kicks up, her gaze serious.
"Why?"
She puffs out a breath, her eyes flit around the kitchen before coming back to him. "People - they make mistakes, they do bad things but that doesn't mean we have to write them off forever, right? I think there's still ... hope for you."
"Thank - thank you." He bites his lip. "I don't know if - I guess, what I mean is - I would just - I was wondering if, maybe we can ... not now obviously but - someday - ” he trails off. He’s not sure what he’s even asking. "If we could be friends?" she says.
He doesn’t respond.
She measures him with her gaze and he feels like she’s the one who has x- ray vision. Nodding, she holds out her hand and says, "All right - how about we start over, okay? Hi, my name is Lois Lane - I love coffee, chocolate and peanut butter in any combination and I hate cats and stupid people." He looks at the delicate wrist - she’s stronger than she might look, he knows that - the neatly-pared nails, the engagement ring shimmering in the morning light, and slowly puts his hand in hers. "I - I'm Connor. I - uh - I hate the color white. And I like food that tastes like food. I hate hospitals."
Lois smirks and shakes his hand vigorously. "See! We've already got something in common - I hate hospitals too."
-
"So - you nervous for school?"
"I guess..." He grimaces. It feels natural to tell her the truth and not play it cool like he did with Clark. "I'm scared. What if - what if the kids figure out what I am? Or think I'm some sort of freak? Maybe I didn't dress right - or what if I make a mistake and use my powers or something?"
"Whoa - whoa, slow down there. You know you sound like Clark - maybe this whole worrying thing is embedded in Kryptonian DNA." She snickers at her own joke and leans forward, "Wanna know a secret? Everyone's a loser in high school."
He frowns - that didn't exactly make him feel better.
She clears her throat and mutters, "Nice one, Lois.” She folds her arms across her chest. “Okay, listen. I moved around a lot when I was a kid. I think I never spent more than ten minutes at a school at a time. Always a different base or a different country - and trust me when you're the only awkwardly tall, white kid in a tiny village in Thailand with no language skills at all - it's not the easiest thing to do. But the General - my dad - he always used to say jump in feet first and you'll land right somehow.” She smiles, “Basically - you'll be fine, I promise."
He blinks, and the pressure around his heart eases a little - when she says it, he believes it. “Thanks - Lois."
“No problem.” She shrugs, gets up from the table, heels clacking on the tiles and throws the dredges of her coffee into the sink. "Now, I've gotta run - it's a long drive to Metropolis and we wouldn't want Smallville getting cocky about being in the bullpen before me, now would we?"
That was another thing he'd gotten used to - Lois calling Clark "Smallville." He'd learned to pick up the subtle differences between "Smallville" the town, and "Smallville" the person. She smiled different first of all. And when she talked about Clark, there was warmth in her eyes, an excitement, like she was talking about something secret that only she knew about.
He feels a pang of envy, unintentional, but still there. You can't think like that, Connor.
He’s tried to think of things in simple terms - there’s no red- k in his system so he shouldn’t feel like this at all, should he? But nothing feels that simple. The other night, Clark said something about choice - that even when he was in high school he’d had to learn every single day, he had to make a conscious decision not to do stuff. Like super-speed during a football game. Or use x-ray vision to cheat on a test or peek into the girls’ locker room after gym class. Being a good guy isn't easy. It definitely isn’t as easy as Clark makes it seem.
So he figures that it’s like waking up every morning and repeating it to himself until maybe it becomes true. Because now they're friends - she said so. And friends don’t do that to each other. He clenches his fist tight and lets it loosen slowly.
”Hey, soldier, shape up and ship out - you're gonna be late for school!”
He scrambles to get his plate clean at the bellow that reaches him from upstairs and heads for the door, book bag slung over his shoulder. When he reaches it, he pauses, one foot outside and he looks up through the house. Lois is throwing papers in a bag and waving a mascara wand in the air while yelling at someone on the phone. He smiles and steps out the door.
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Written for: abby82, Clark, Conner, Lois - life on the farm
Rating: NC17
Characters: Clark/Lois (Connor's just sort of there in the background)
Notes: Erm, so this was probably supposed to be more profound or something. I guess I got to practice writing smut again - it was so hard! Hopefully I'll learn how to do this again soon. Abby, I'm so sorry - hope these aren't entirely blech.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
make some noise
Lois flopped onto her back with a loud huff and glared at the ceiling. The sheets were tangled around her shins, she kicked at them roughly and stamped her foot - or did the best impression of stamping her foot while horizontal she could muster. It was warm, the air thick and heavy, anticipating a spring downpour. Her skin felt clammy, and the t-shirt - a red one she'd filched from Clark - stuck to her uncomfortably. She tapped her fingers on her arms - impatient. Or perhaps antsy was a better word. Okay, she could be real with herself, she felt hot. And bothered. And pissed off.
The steady rise and fall of Clark breathing peacefully only made her angrier. Because when it came down to it - how the hell did Clark Kent manage to get a good night's sleep even when he had to run out for Blur saves while she’d spent half of the past twelve nights tossing and turning and sexually frustrated as all get out? She didn't want to say out it loud but her mind was clanging like a marshal on loud- speaker - it was technically her fault they were in this mess in the first place. Although, technically, she could blame it on Connor - but that would be mean and she was working on that.
Scrunching her face up in the darkness, she counted the - fifteen - no eighteen days since she’d last had sex with her fiancé. Eighteen days. She'd been engaged to Clark Kent for four months, and they'd been knocking boots for a good eight, and in all that time - she didn't think they'd gone more than five days without sex or at least something. And even that was pushing it.
One thing she’d learned was that Clark Kent might be all Boy Scout on the outside but he had a sexual appetite that managed to make even her look like a slacker sometimes. She smiled fondly at the memory of him super- speeding them to the store room on the fourth floor the very day she laid down ground rules about not bringing their relationship to work. She'd never been able to look at Lysol the same way again after that. Or that one time in his truck out on Miller’s Field. Or when he called her as the Blur and literally got her off with his words and voice and nothing else. And that was in the middle of the bullpen - granted after- hours on one of her late work nights and she’d been alone. It was like a law of physics at this point - when you put a Clark and a Lois in the same vicinity for any stretch of time, sex will happen, and frequently.
But that wasn't the case anymore. Her mind turned to the reason for her sexual hiatus: one Connor Kent.
It had been an odd transition the past couple of months. Getting used to Connor living with them half- time and with Tess the rest of the time; Clark juggling work, his Blur duties, and tutoring Connor; she working her ass off at the Planet and running after every headline she could handle and then some. After she and Connor got over the initial discomfort and she felt herself warming to the boy for real - not just trying to like him for Clark - things had settled into something of a routine.
But then one afternoon, she'd found herself plunked on the pinewood desk in the loft, and Clark Kent between her thighs, forgetting exactly why it was necessary to breathe. She'd been pulling on his hair, hooked a leg around the back of his to pull him closer. He'd moaned, deep in his chest, and she'd felt the vibration all over. His hands moved from her waist to her thighs, and she'd felt the press of his knee against her center and yanked her mouth away from his to cry out.
That's when all hell broke loose.
Connor had come speeding up the stairs, yelling to see if she was all right. She'd shoved Clark backwards and he'd ended up tripping over the globe by his desk chair and falling straight on his ass, a rather conspicuous bump at the front of his jeans which he unsuccessfully tried to hide. She'd hopped off the desk and did her best to look like she hadn't been about to have sex on her a desk in the loft now used to mentor a fifteen year old boy.
It hadn't taken long for Connor to figure it out and his first reaction was a grimace that made him look more of a child than he was, like he'd just swallowed a spoonful of cough medicine or something. And then he'd apologized awkwardly and walked off, mumbling something about using heat vision on his own eyeballs. She'd been weirded out at the possibility of sex on the farm on the nights Connor was with them since.
But wow, that kiss had been hot. Almost as good as the one... Her hand snuck down her front to the apex of her thighs, she pressed her fingers above her panties, which were slightly damp - and not from sweat, and bit her lip. Really, ordinarily she might take matters into her own hands in this situation but doing so while a half- naked Smallville lay beside her seemed unfair and unnecessary. Of course, if said Clark Kent wasn't snoring his ass off; she might kick him in the shin, and make him participate... or do all the work. She grinned and then cursed under her breath, kicking at the sheets again, still not an option with Big Ears less than a few feet away.
"You kick those any harder; you might fall out of bed."
She swiveled in surprise and found a pair of green eyes, half- hidden by a shock of dark hair in the scant light, a tiny smirk playing at his lips.
"You're awake?" The smirk became a full- fledged smile as he rose up on his elbow to look at her. "The whole time." Lois raised a single eyebrow. "Yep, I even saw you try to go DIY a few minutes ago." He seemed to be struggling to hold back laughter. She punched him in the shoulder. "And you were just going to let me?" He shot her a half-offended, half-amused glance, "No - I would've woken up to watch."
Lois rolled her eyes and went back to glaring at the ceiling. "I'm horny - okay. There, I said it."
"Well, we can fix that pretty easily, Lois." She gulped when a warm, heavy hand settled on her hip and started inching the shirt up, her nipples prickling to attention instinctively. His fingers made lazy circles along her waist and she let her legs fall open slightly before coming to her senses and slapping at his hands. "We - no - we can't do that - Connor's right next door." Sometimes she couldn’t believe the words that came out of her own mouth.
Clark ducked to nuzzle her shoulder. "So..."
Lois tilted her head to accommodate the searching mouth, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at his tongue circling the shell of her ear. "So? So - I don't want to give the kid nightmares for life. And it's weird to have sex while a teenage boy with super- ears is five feet away... and - "
"Trust me he'll get over it - I did. Or I just hung out in the barn till it was over," he said casually, his mouth wrapping around her earlobe and suckling gently. “Besides, he’s learning how to filter out sounds and focus in on others already, I’ve been teaching him how.” She always forgot that. He'd been that kid. The one who could hear his parents and everyone for miles around - but that still didn't make it any less awkward. And she was Lois Lane, she didn’t do ‘awkward’ as a general rule but this time…
She gave a muffled whimper. "Clark - this is … this isn’t a good idea…."
“I think it’s a great idea,” he breathed out against her neck and tongued her pulse wetly. She purred and gave into the sensation. “You just have to keep quiet.” Her eyes flew open. “I have to keep quiet? Do I need to remind you that you’re the one who frightened the people in the room next to us at that hotel in D.C. a couple of months ago with all your shouting - not me?”
Clark chuckled while his hand grazed up her stomach to cup her breast, a callused thumb moving across a nipple. “They thought I was being attacked by a wild animal.”
“Hunh, I can’t help it if I’m that good, Smallville,” she said smugly.
“You are good,” he muttered before his lips found hers, his teeth nibbling for entry and his tongue sliding in. Lois gripped the nape of his neck and pulled him closer so he lay on top of her, one of his hair- roughened thighs slipping in between her legs and his ridged abdomen pressed against hers.
“Mhm, I’ve missed you,” he said into her mouth and she moaned in agreement, her arms curving around his shoulders. Too soon, he drew back and transferred his attention to her neck. She shivered, even though she wasn’t the least bit cold. Then his heated lips framed her nipple through the t- shirt, the moist cloth and the rasp of his tongue, the scrape of teeth through it made her want to yelp but she bit it down. He moved lower and lower until all she could see was the silhouette of his head near her core. She grinned - Clark Kent volunteering to do all the work without her even hinting. Moments like these, it was easy to remember why she loved this man.
He pulled her panties down and tossed them away and then his mouth was on her. One close-mouthed kiss along the seam of her cunt and then a slow lick from bottom to top. She gasped into the moonlit room and wove her fingers in his hair. He flicked his tongue over her clit - in super-speed - and she bucked high off the bed, this time unable to hold back the choked wail of pleasure. She pressed her heel into his back and tugged his face even closer, begging for more without words. He obliged, his tongue swiping her lower lips and sliding in. She couldn’t even hold herself back then, and grabbed a pillow near her head to muffle her moans and curse words that might even make a soldier blush. He slipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them up and she came - hard and fast, body strung taut at an awkward angle, and the extra padding did nothing to silence her. In fact, she was pretty sure people in Metropolis could hear her but was too far gone to care.
“See, what’d I tell you about being loud?” He was laughing low while he pressed his lips on her hip, the inward- curve of her waist. “Shut up.” She hit him sluggishly with the pillow, catching her breath.
He moved up to kiss her mouth, and she smiled at the taste of herself on his lips. Somewhat recovered, she nudged him over on to his back and straddled his hips, sitting above him. Her mouth drifted down his chin to his ear, and she said quietly, “You know - I’m not the only one who makes a little noise.” Her hand moved down to palm his cock, teasingly, through his boxers. She was gratified to hear his breathing ratchet up and a deep rumble in his throat that sounded like her name.
Moving down his body, she detoured to his chest for a second, laved his nipples until she could hear the harsh puffs of his breath above her. She shoved his boxers down, and let her hands guide her in the dim. He was long and thick, familiar, she wrapped her fingers around his penis and dragged up and down, and up again. He was leaking pre-cum, she spread the moisture until he was slick and then bent down to taste. She closed her mouth around the tip and released him with a pop.
He made a loud grunt of protest or appeal, and her mouth curved upwards. “You better hold on to something.” She sank her mouth onto him, shallow at first, and then deeper until he brushed the back of her throat. Clark’s hand fell into her hair and he pulled. When she’d told him to grab hold, that wasn’t what she’d meant - but from all the incoherent groaning he was doing, she figured he’d forgotten all about keeping quiet. She let her teeth scrape along the underside and his fingers tightened spasmodically. When she moaned around his length, he jerked up and swore. Just the sound of it made her feel hot.
She reached down between her legs and touched herself, sliding first one digit and then two into her wet cunt. She moved in rhythm with her mouth, slowing down the pace - letting herself savor the feel of him inside her this way and her own fingers.
“L- Lois - I need, ah - shit!”
Drawing back, she gave one final lick, and moved back up to sit on top of him. She positioned his cock at her entrance and waited - waited until he opened his eyes as if to inquire what was taking so long. “What do you need, Clark?” Her voice held a teasing lilt, and she rubbed his leaking tip along the seam of her wetness, rocking her hips in a circle and letting him feel how ready she was.
“You know what I need, Lois.”
She leaned down to nuzzle at his mouth, chuckling under her breath. “Oh, I know, Smallville - but I kind of want to hear you say it.” He kissed her, slowly, letting his tongue slide over hers, and the taste of both of them mingling, and then against her lips he murmured, “I just need you.” Even with the growl fraying at the edges of his voice, there was so much in those four simple words. Her heart clenched tight in her chest and she smiled.
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They lay tangled in the sweat-damp sheets. The open windows did nothing to disturb the turgid stillness of the air, and the smell of sex and heat and the soon-coming thunderstorm filled the room. “So I guess Connor probably heard us.”
“Yup.” He didn’t sound the least bit perturbed about it. “And that doesn’t bother you at all, hunh?” She felt his shoulder shrug underneath her and he let out a loud, satisfied sigh: “Nope.”
Drifting to sleep, she kissed the side of his chin haphazardly, and said, “Well, you can do all the explaining tomorrow because I sure as hell am not - and this time - you definitely made the most noise.”
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