Smallville Fic(let)/Drabble Meme + shameless TVD promotion
I am overcome with many of the feelings on the soon-coming end of my show, (Smallville). So to help myself (and maybe some of you) through this, I propose a.........
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Lois pushes Clark against the wall, and swallows the words coming out of his mouth with her own, her tongue laving across his lower lip. Her hands move down his chest and she fiddles with the buttons on his shirt. The material rips apart in her fingers, and buttons scatter everywhere like beads. She leans away. “Hunh, I didn’t even pull that hard.”
Clark opens his eyes, a faint smile playing at his mouth before he shakes his head to clear it. “Lois-we should talk about this.”
Lois isn’t listening. Her fingers graze his nipples, glide down his torso and up again before settling right above his heart. There’s a curious expression on her face. “I can hear your heart beat,” she says wonderingly. Her hands splay wide on the width of his chest and she steps closer, mouth glancing along his chin and down to his collar bone. His heart speeds up and he gulps, his head falling back at the feel of her tongue lapping at his pulse. “Oh, whoa,” she mutters against his heated skin, “This is amazing-you sound like you’re about to have a heart attack.”
She pulls back quickly, a worried frown marring her features, “You’re not about to have a heart attack, right?”
He lets out a burst of laughter and shakes his head. “No-this is how the human heart always sounds, you know, in situations like this.”
Lois narrows her eyes. “Really?” Skimming her hands across his nipples, she leans in to lick one and Clark draws in a sharp breath at the wet heat of her mouth, his eyelids sliding shut. “So, when you do that to me-my heart sounds like that?” Her teeth are nibbling on the sensitive skin and he bites his lip, nodding before he realizes she can’t see that, his voice raspy, “Y-yeah.”
Lois stands back abruptly and says with a measured look, “Hm, interesting. Let’s experiment.”
He isn’t sure what to do about the almost ruthless gleam in her eye. Usually, it means good things but right now with his powers and whatever game Jor El’s playing it doesn’t seem like such a good-
His thoughts cut off at the sight of her on her knees and her hands on his belt. “Lo-Lois?” he says weakly.
She grins, looks up at him while she tugs his pants down in one swoop that leaves them drooping at his ankles, and palms his cock through his briefs. “I have to see how this works-if it’s the same for you as it is for me.”
Biting her lower lip, she nudges his thighs wider apart. He jerks off the wall violently. She stays his movement with a finger that makes him slam back again. He winces at the bite of brick into his thoroughly human shoulders. Lois cringes, “Sorry-I don’t know how you control all of this all the time.”
She rubs slow circles against his penis through the cloth. He’s straining to be released from the confinement, pre-cum dampening the material. If it wasn’t for that, he might have found it in himself to say something more coherent than, “Yeah… well… practice-many years-mhmm, please-oh God.”
Inching the briefs down to his thighs, her fingers wrap around his length and slide up from base to tip, slowly-agonizingly slow.
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