Better
Title: Better
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lana Lang/Lois Lane
Fandom: Superman Returns
Word Count: 718
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lois is drunk, Lana is too. Clark's in trouble. Oneshot.
Prompts: Beer, Champagne, Kiss, Office Party
Author's Note: Written for the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge. Drunk Lana is inspired by a friend of mine who told me a very similar story to this once. She was a redhead too, also a great kisser... but I digress. I wasn't quite ready for a proper threesome but I quite like how this turned out.
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Lois is drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. As in the night is already a drunk blur.
It's all her fault though. Lana Lang. Even her name sounds silly. Did Clark have a kink for alliterative names then?
She's not jealous, of course not, Clark dated Lana sure, but he married Lois. The fact that Lana's in town and having lunch and long phone calls with her ex-boyfriend has nothing to do with that fact Lois is well into her tenth drink of the night.
She's supposed to drink- it's an office party.
One Lana 'I-used-to-kiss-your-husband' Lang just happened to be at too.
So to find herself in Perry's office alone on the couch with Ms. Lang and discussing Clark is a bit of a surprise.
"So, you and my husband," Lois says, her words trying, and failing, not to slur into each other. "Except when he wasn't my husband."
Lana giggles. "He liked kissing me," she tells her in a tone that Lois supposes was supposed to be a whisper if she wasn't so utterly smashed. "But he was too-" she hiccuped and giggled again. "Too respectful to go further."
"I like kissing him too," Lois sighs. "I married him you know." She thinks Lana might need a reminder.
"I know," Lana assures her. Then she leans over and presses her lips firmly to Lois'. Lois considers pulling away but before she can bother forming a complete thought she's already kissing the other woman back.
"Yeah," Lana sighs, pulling away, "I can see why."
Lois laughs, surprised by how much she doesn't mind what just happened. Lana has really soft lips, no wonder Clark liked kissing her.
"Lois?"
The high-pitched squeak of surprise from the farmboy surprises the women on the couch and it's clear from his face he saw what had just happened. Lois isn't sure how she feels about that. She opts for finding the whole situation somewhat hilarious.
"Oh, Clark, thank goodness you showed up. Because, you know what's better than two people?" Lana laughs, getting up and staggering towards Clark, her red hair flashing in the light like a warning beacon as she grabs his tie and pulls him over to Lois.
She reaches her hand out to Lois who takes it and gets up to join them, smiling at her husband. "Three people," Lana announces pulling Lois in for another kiss while still holding Clark's tie.
Lois giggles at her husband's face as she pulls away. "Don't worry," she slurs, "you're invited too."
He's still too shocked to do anything as she turns and snakes her arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. Lana's laughing and her hands are moving up under Lois' shirt. She hopes Clark is jealous, he should be, it feels like Lana has some experienced hands.
Clark tries to say something but it's muffled against Lois' lips. "No." he pushes her back and then steps in to gently separate Lana too. It doesn't take much, Lana's more than drunk. "No," he repeats, more firmly this time.
"See?" The redhead sighs in exasperation, "so darn respectful. Your parents raised you too well!" she announces dramatically, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"I think you've both had enough," Clark tells them. "You won't remember this and I suppose that's something but I know you really don't want to do it."
"Prude," Lana giggles, then leans over and throws up. Lois frowns as the vomit splatters on the office floor, some landing on Clark shoes. "Ew."
Clark just sighs. He must have taken them home then but Lois doesn't bother to ask the next morning, only to be glad that Jason is away at a school camp. All she requests are painkillers and for the curtains to remain pulled.
Lana's there when she gets up and looking as bad as Lois feels. "I don't remember anything," she informs her.
Lois catches sight of Clark's hopeful, still slightly traumatized, face and looks back to Lana's, with her soft lips and flawless face resting on her adventurous hands, before inwardly smiling and outwardly shrugging.
"Me either."
Clark's relief is almost audible and this time Lois has to hide her grin behind the coffee cup Lana handed her. One day she might remind him, but for now, he was still only hers.
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Pairing: Clark Kent/Lana Lang/Lois Lane
Fandom: Superman Returns
Word Count: 718
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lois is drunk, Lana is too. Clark's in trouble. Oneshot.
Prompts: Beer, Champagne, Kiss, Office Party
Author's Note: Written for the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge. Drunk Lana is inspired by a friend of mine who told me a very similar story to this once. She was a redhead too, also a great kisser... but I digress. I wasn't quite ready for a proper threesome but I quite like how this turned out.
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Lois is drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. As in the night is already a drunk blur.
It's all her fault though. Lana Lang. Even her name sounds silly. Did Clark have a kink for alliterative names then?
She's not jealous, of course not, Clark dated Lana sure, but he married Lois. The fact that Lana's in town and having lunch and long phone calls with her ex-boyfriend has nothing to do with that fact Lois is well into her tenth drink of the night.
She's supposed to drink- it's an office party.
One Lana 'I-used-to-kiss-your-husband' Lang just happened to be at too.
So to find herself in Perry's office alone on the couch with Ms. Lang and discussing Clark is a bit of a surprise.
"So, you and my husband," Lois says, her words trying, and failing, not to slur into each other. "Except when he wasn't my husband."
Lana giggles. "He liked kissing me," she tells her in a tone that Lois supposes was supposed to be a whisper if she wasn't so utterly smashed. "But he was too-" she hiccuped and giggled again. "Too respectful to go further."
"I like kissing him too," Lois sighs. "I married him you know." She thinks Lana might need a reminder.
"I know," Lana assures her. Then she leans over and presses her lips firmly to Lois'. Lois considers pulling away but before she can bother forming a complete thought she's already kissing the other woman back.
"Yeah," Lana sighs, pulling away, "I can see why."
Lois laughs, surprised by how much she doesn't mind what just happened. Lana has really soft lips, no wonder Clark liked kissing her.
"Lois?"
The high-pitched squeak of surprise from the farmboy surprises the women on the couch and it's clear from his face he saw what had just happened. Lois isn't sure how she feels about that. She opts for finding the whole situation somewhat hilarious.
"Oh, Clark, thank goodness you showed up. Because, you know what's better than two people?" Lana laughs, getting up and staggering towards Clark, her red hair flashing in the light like a warning beacon as she grabs his tie and pulls him over to Lois.
She reaches her hand out to Lois who takes it and gets up to join them, smiling at her husband. "Three people," Lana announces pulling Lois in for another kiss while still holding Clark's tie.
Lois giggles at her husband's face as she pulls away. "Don't worry," she slurs, "you're invited too."
He's still too shocked to do anything as she turns and snakes her arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. Lana's laughing and her hands are moving up under Lois' shirt. She hopes Clark is jealous, he should be, it feels like Lana has some experienced hands.
Clark tries to say something but it's muffled against Lois' lips. "No." he pushes her back and then steps in to gently separate Lana too. It doesn't take much, Lana's more than drunk. "No," he repeats, more firmly this time.
"See?" The redhead sighs in exasperation, "so darn respectful. Your parents raised you too well!" she announces dramatically, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"I think you've both had enough," Clark tells them. "You won't remember this and I suppose that's something but I know you really don't want to do it."
"Prude," Lana giggles, then leans over and throws up. Lois frowns as the vomit splatters on the office floor, some landing on Clark shoes. "Ew."
Clark just sighs. He must have taken them home then but Lois doesn't bother to ask the next morning, only to be glad that Jason is away at a school camp. All she requests are painkillers and for the curtains to remain pulled.
Lana's there when she gets up and looking as bad as Lois feels. "I don't remember anything," she informs her.
Lois catches sight of Clark's hopeful, still slightly traumatized, face and looks back to Lana's, with her soft lips and flawless face resting on her adventurous hands, before inwardly smiling and outwardly shrugging.
"Me either."
Clark's relief is almost audible and this time Lois has to hide her grin behind the coffee cup Lana handed her. One day she might remind him, but for now, he was still only hers.
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