Lois/Selina fic
Title: Dangerous Liaisons
Characters: Lois Lane/Selina Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1221
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For shananagin’s DCU Femslash Porn Battle, prompt: if they only knew
Selina Kyle walked into the Metropolis Museum of Art on the arm of Bruce Wayne. Together, they made for the best photo ops. Knowing this, they danced for the paparazzi, smiled and kissed for the cameras. They were a gorgeous, perfect match. And, two such beautiful people were destined to be happily married. Everyone thought so.
But they knew different. Bruce had not planned to use Selina as a cover. He had loved her once, but the passion he once felt, dwindled. He still cared for her. He simply loved someone else more. Even though he felt guilty that his heart did not reside in Gotham, he did not feel guilty enough to stop. So, when he disappeared after five minutes, Selina wasn’t surprised. On the contrary, she was relieved.
Pretending to be in love with someone you forced yourself to stop loving long ago was difficult and tiring…and if her daughter had not loved her father so, Selina would have left him as soon as it all changed.
Pretending you didn’t give a damn about the person you most wanted to be with was even harder. Selina dealt with it, though. Thus, the moment Bruce left, impatience got the best of her and Selina immediately sought the woman she came to see.
“The infamous Lois Lane.”
The reported turned around, her blue eyes growing brighter the moment she saw the woman addressing her.
“Working solo tonight?”
Lois grinned. She was positively beaming, “My husband’s been called away.”
“So has mine,” Selina’s eyes sparkled in that way Lois found most alluring. Selina stepped closer, fully aware that someone was always watching, “It’s very much their loss,” she winked and stepped back, “An interview, Ms. Lane? Sure, why not. I suppose I can spare a few minutes. Follow me.”
They took the elevator up to another floor. Selina opened the door to one of the many private lounges scattered throughout the building. When she had first suggested to Bruce that he install them, he had agreed without hesitation. Back then, she had hoped to steal him away for a few hours in between his many meeting in Metropolis on the rare occasion she joined him. He had had other plans. For the past year and a half, Selina used them for her own meetings.
Once the door was closed and locked, all pretenses were gone and they could finally do what they had been looking forward to since the fundraiser was set up two months ago with their reunion as its sole purpose.
“God, I missed you,” Lois said as she wrapped her arms around Selina, kissing her neck and threatening to bite her shoulder for having made her wait so long.
“It’s your own fault,” Selina teased as she shimmied out of her dress then went back to exploring Lois body. She was so soft and tasted better than anything else her lips had ever been on. She began unbuttoning Lois blouse, “I offered to send the private jet for you.”
Lois laughed, loud and unrestrained, and Selina relished every second of it. The laughter suddenly died down, “Like Bruce wouldn’t have found out about-”
Selina shook her head and placed her index finger on Lois’ lips, “This is about us. Not them.”
Lois smiled sadly. She had long accepted the cards she had been dealt and had come to terms with it-as much as any sane person possibly could-but every once in a while, the betrayal stung anew like it did the first time, “I know,” Lois said, closing her eyes and hugging Selina close. She took a deep breath to lose herself in the smell of Selina’s unique perfume. Lois had chosen the mixture of scents and given it to her the past two Christmases.
“Lois…” Selina lifted the other woman's chin tenderly. Green eyes looked into blue, searching, expecting. She kissed her. Long and hard. It was full of the heat and passion the reported brought out in the former thief. Lois gave in to the kiss, letting her own desire grow and take over.
Deft fingers removed Lois’ bra-the last piece of clothing either wore-then cradled a breast in each hand. Lois loved the feel of Selina’s mouth on any part of her body, but when Selina sucked and nipped, teased and licked her breasts, Lois was sure nothing could compare to the delicious feelings. That is, until Selina’s fingers slipped between Lois’ thighs. Then, Lois would always be thankful that Selina had ignored her and rebuilt some of the lounges with sound proof walls.
Lois’ voice, its raspy warmth alone could get Selina excited, but when Lois started to moan and beg for more, as she ran her fingers through Selina’s short hair, Selina became frantic. Her mouth sucked harder on Lois’ nipples, her left hand slipped in and out of Lois while she rubbed up against Lois’ thigh.
It never failed that when she was so close, Lois would pull away.
“Get on your knees,” she’d say. Or, “Lie on your back.”
Though Selina still put up the occasional fight, she stopped arguing after the first few times Lois had given her the best orgasms of her life.
“On all fours,” Lois ordered, her body glistening with sweat. Then added, “Please,” when Selina arched an eyebrow.
What had begun in a moment of sadness and betrayal had become exciting and forbidden-revenge sprinkled on top-but had morphed into something both women refused to define and simply let themselves enjoy.
…
Selina and Lois lay curled together on the lavish couch. The knock at the door startled them out of their content sleep.
Forgetting her underwear, Selina slipped into her dress. Lois threw on her clothes as fast as she could. Once Lois stepped into the closet, Selina opened the door, “Bruce. Clark…”
“I returned to find you gone.” Bruce said, his tone not betraying the suspicions pooling in the back of his mind. Selina might be seeing someone else, but he’d never found any proof of it. Despite his infidelity, he wasn’t sure what he would do if she did the same to him.
“Um…Selina, hi. Is Lois with you?” Clark asked, “Jimmy said he saw you two leave together.”
Selina tried not to roll her eyes and failed, “She wanted a quote. I gave her one and left her downstairs.” Selina turned to Bruce, “Stay awhile. They don’t expect you back so soon anyway.”
Bruce stepped inside. He had the feeling his wife was up to something.
Before Selina closed the door on Clark, she smiled sweetly at him, “Your fly is down.”
…
Clark found Lois below in the lobby. She was writing something down on a small notepad.
“There you are!”
“Where else would I be,” Lois smirked, “You said you wouldn’t be long.”
“Yeah…the, uh, meeting ran long,” Clark explained, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“I bet,” Lois thought and smiled at her husband. She was glad Selina had reinforced the escape routes from every lounge to the lobby with lead plates. And as much as it used to bother her that Bruce had purchased a previously own Luthor building- given his lead-lining neurosis- now, she saw things a bit differently, “Ready to go home, Smallville?”
“Sure am,” Clark smiled genuinely, but something was bothering him. He tried to ignore the fact that Lois smelled like Selina had upstairs and he tried to convince himself that it was merely a coincidence. It must simply be a popular fragrance.
Characters: Lois Lane/Selina Kyle
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1221
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For shananagin’s DCU Femslash Porn Battle, prompt: if they only knew
Selina Kyle walked into the Metropolis Museum of Art on the arm of Bruce Wayne. Together, they made for the best photo ops. Knowing this, they danced for the paparazzi, smiled and kissed for the cameras. They were a gorgeous, perfect match. And, two such beautiful people were destined to be happily married. Everyone thought so.
But they knew different. Bruce had not planned to use Selina as a cover. He had loved her once, but the passion he once felt, dwindled. He still cared for her. He simply loved someone else more. Even though he felt guilty that his heart did not reside in Gotham, he did not feel guilty enough to stop. So, when he disappeared after five minutes, Selina wasn’t surprised. On the contrary, she was relieved.
Pretending to be in love with someone you forced yourself to stop loving long ago was difficult and tiring…and if her daughter had not loved her father so, Selina would have left him as soon as it all changed.
Pretending you didn’t give a damn about the person you most wanted to be with was even harder. Selina dealt with it, though. Thus, the moment Bruce left, impatience got the best of her and Selina immediately sought the woman she came to see.
“The infamous Lois Lane.”
The reported turned around, her blue eyes growing brighter the moment she saw the woman addressing her.
“Working solo tonight?”
Lois grinned. She was positively beaming, “My husband’s been called away.”
“So has mine,” Selina’s eyes sparkled in that way Lois found most alluring. Selina stepped closer, fully aware that someone was always watching, “It’s very much their loss,” she winked and stepped back, “An interview, Ms. Lane? Sure, why not. I suppose I can spare a few minutes. Follow me.”
They took the elevator up to another floor. Selina opened the door to one of the many private lounges scattered throughout the building. When she had first suggested to Bruce that he install them, he had agreed without hesitation. Back then, she had hoped to steal him away for a few hours in between his many meeting in Metropolis on the rare occasion she joined him. He had had other plans. For the past year and a half, Selina used them for her own meetings.
Once the door was closed and locked, all pretenses were gone and they could finally do what they had been looking forward to since the fundraiser was set up two months ago with their reunion as its sole purpose.
“God, I missed you,” Lois said as she wrapped her arms around Selina, kissing her neck and threatening to bite her shoulder for having made her wait so long.
“It’s your own fault,” Selina teased as she shimmied out of her dress then went back to exploring Lois body. She was so soft and tasted better than anything else her lips had ever been on. She began unbuttoning Lois blouse, “I offered to send the private jet for you.”
Lois laughed, loud and unrestrained, and Selina relished every second of it. The laughter suddenly died down, “Like Bruce wouldn’t have found out about-”
Selina shook her head and placed her index finger on Lois’ lips, “This is about us. Not them.”
Lois smiled sadly. She had long accepted the cards she had been dealt and had come to terms with it-as much as any sane person possibly could-but every once in a while, the betrayal stung anew like it did the first time, “I know,” Lois said, closing her eyes and hugging Selina close. She took a deep breath to lose herself in the smell of Selina’s unique perfume. Lois had chosen the mixture of scents and given it to her the past two Christmases.
“Lois…” Selina lifted the other woman's chin tenderly. Green eyes looked into blue, searching, expecting. She kissed her. Long and hard. It was full of the heat and passion the reported brought out in the former thief. Lois gave in to the kiss, letting her own desire grow and take over.
Deft fingers removed Lois’ bra-the last piece of clothing either wore-then cradled a breast in each hand. Lois loved the feel of Selina’s mouth on any part of her body, but when Selina sucked and nipped, teased and licked her breasts, Lois was sure nothing could compare to the delicious feelings. That is, until Selina’s fingers slipped between Lois’ thighs. Then, Lois would always be thankful that Selina had ignored her and rebuilt some of the lounges with sound proof walls.
Lois’ voice, its raspy warmth alone could get Selina excited, but when Lois started to moan and beg for more, as she ran her fingers through Selina’s short hair, Selina became frantic. Her mouth sucked harder on Lois’ nipples, her left hand slipped in and out of Lois while she rubbed up against Lois’ thigh.
It never failed that when she was so close, Lois would pull away.
“Get on your knees,” she’d say. Or, “Lie on your back.”
Though Selina still put up the occasional fight, she stopped arguing after the first few times Lois had given her the best orgasms of her life.
“On all fours,” Lois ordered, her body glistening with sweat. Then added, “Please,” when Selina arched an eyebrow.
What had begun in a moment of sadness and betrayal had become exciting and forbidden-revenge sprinkled on top-but had morphed into something both women refused to define and simply let themselves enjoy.
…
Selina and Lois lay curled together on the lavish couch. The knock at the door startled them out of their content sleep.
Forgetting her underwear, Selina slipped into her dress. Lois threw on her clothes as fast as she could. Once Lois stepped into the closet, Selina opened the door, “Bruce. Clark…”
“I returned to find you gone.” Bruce said, his tone not betraying the suspicions pooling in the back of his mind. Selina might be seeing someone else, but he’d never found any proof of it. Despite his infidelity, he wasn’t sure what he would do if she did the same to him.
“Um…Selina, hi. Is Lois with you?” Clark asked, “Jimmy said he saw you two leave together.”
Selina tried not to roll her eyes and failed, “She wanted a quote. I gave her one and left her downstairs.” Selina turned to Bruce, “Stay awhile. They don’t expect you back so soon anyway.”
Bruce stepped inside. He had the feeling his wife was up to something.
Before Selina closed the door on Clark, she smiled sweetly at him, “Your fly is down.”
…
Clark found Lois below in the lobby. She was writing something down on a small notepad.
“There you are!”
“Where else would I be,” Lois smirked, “You said you wouldn’t be long.”
“Yeah…the, uh, meeting ran long,” Clark explained, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
“I bet,” Lois thought and smiled at her husband. She was glad Selina had reinforced the escape routes from every lounge to the lobby with lead plates. And as much as it used to bother her that Bruce had purchased a previously own Luthor building- given his lead-lining neurosis- now, she saw things a bit differently, “Ready to go home, Smallville?”
“Sure am,” Clark smiled genuinely, but something was bothering him. He tried to ignore the fact that Lois smelled like Selina had upstairs and he tried to convince himself that it was merely a coincidence. It must simply be a popular fragrance.