Fic: Cast-Off (DCU - Jason Todd/Lois Lane) 1/1
Title: Cast-Off
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Lois Lane - yeah, you read that right. This is blatant crack-fic.
Rating: NC-17 - really NC-17. The sex isn't particularly kinky, but some of the language is just downright filthy.
Word Count: 2,653
Summary: After Lois and Clark call it quits over his relationship with Bruce, Lois gets a visit from a certain former Robin. Bitch session and rebound sex ensue. Hurt/Comfort.
Prompt: (for 50_darkfics) #5 - Lost Haven
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for sasha_anu's Smokin' Crack Challenge, but really, I think this is Lois's ultimate revenge for me slashing Clark with Richard and Bruce. :p This is absolute, unapologetic crack-fic. You've been warned!
Cast-Off
The first night Lois came home to an empty apartment, the hard reality of it all threatened to choke her to death. Clark had left. Not that it was any surprise that he was gone, but... she hadn't really expected him to just go. Even though she had been the one to tell him to. She'd thought...
With a heavy sigh, Lois retrieved an old bottle of scotch from a kitchen cabinet, pouring herself a full glass. Catching Clark with Bruce had been the shock of her life. Seeing them together, in the bed she and Clark had shared for years, doing exactly what it looked like they were doing... well, the first thing that came to mind was to tell him to get the fuck out. If he was so interested in Bruce as to sleep with him behind her back, then he had no business being with her.
But she hadn't expected him to pack and leave in a single day. She hadn't thought he would even consider it! She... she thought he'd come groveling back to her, tell her that his fling with his partner and friend was just that. Instead, he left her.
What a fool she'd been.
Some Superman you turned out to be, she huffed mentally, taking the glass of scotch down in one long gulp after she flopped down on the couch. It was then that she noticed the shadow falling over the living room window from the fire escape.
Infuriated by the prospect of either a potential intruder or a gloating Bat hanging around outside her window, she sprung up from the couch and practically flung herself at the window, grabbing the latch and swinging the window wide open in one swift move. If anything, he - or whoever - would be driven off by the sudden lunge.
Instead of coming face to face with the dark cowl, however, she found herself staring into the glinting white lenses of a red helmet, whose owner flinched just barely at her sudden movements. “What the-?” she sputtered, wide-eyed, mouth agape. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked the former Robin, now Red Hood. “New York too boring? Come for the Superman cast-off pity party?” she finished bitterly.
Red Hood cocked his head to the side. “Something like that. I heard through unofficial channels that the so-called 'perfect relationship' went up in a mushroom cloud, thanks to our mutual ass hole, Bruce Wayne. Wanted to see for myself.”
Feeling the scotch starting to tingle at the edge of her mind, Lois noted the Red Hood hadn't made a move. Well, he's not here to kill me, that much is obvious.
“What the hell for?” she finally asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Red Hood shrugged. “Know what it's like to be shoved aside. Figured you might want somebody to beat up, guilt-free.”
Lois narrowed her eyes at him. “This is about Bruce leaving you high and dry, too, isn't it?”
“Maybe.”
Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, Lois uncrossed her arms and stepped back from the window to sweep her hand out behind her. “You coming in, or what?”
Jason wasted no time accepting the invitation.
* * * * *
An hour later, Jason Todd couldn't feel his nose anymore. For that matter, he couldn't feel his toes, either. The bottle of scotch was nearly gone, between the two of them, Lois taking down more than Jay even dared, and despite the numbing of his extremities, Jason was content to lose some of the bitter edge he always carried around. The world had grown fuzzy around him, the little apartment starting to tilt, just slightly. In a way, he thought, it was nice. A relief.
Having someone to bitch to about his former 'mentor' was a great bonus, too. If anyone understood being cast aside by the so-called World's Finest, it was Lois Lane. And boy, did she, from the dirt she'd dished about the white bread American boyscout.
“I'm serious,” he said slowly, leaning forward on the couch to pour another half-glass for himself, finishing off the bottle. “I come back from the goddamn grave, and all ol' Brucie wants to do is wallow in his own self-pity for letting me die in the first place. Like he could have stopped it! He never fucking bothered to find justice for it, just cried over that damn glass case with my fucking uniform in it while I was gone. Pathetic. When I came back? Ass hole just couldn't bear that I'm not the same kid I was before. Only wanted to shove me away, sweep me under the rug because he was too ashamed I'd strayed from his god damned, holier-than-thou moral code. Had more important things to do, like putting a fucking satellite in orbit so he could spy on all his friends. Hypocrite.”
Lois stared at him for a moment, a flicker of bitter sympathy in her eyes, then took a final gulp of her drink and slammed the empty glass down on the coffee table. “You know what? You're right. He is a goddamn hypocrite. Him and Clark both. All that crap about disowning Diana because she killed that jack ass, Max Lord, when they were screwing each other behind everyone's back. Acting like they're God's gift to the hero community when they can't even show their fucking families a little respect. Well, the bastards can have each other. Bastard heroes and their hypocritical bullshit. They don't deserve us.”
Jason finished off his own half-glass and deposited it next to hers on the coffee table. “They don't,” he agreed, regarding her from behind the red domino mask he hadn't bothered to take off.
Suddenly everything was still, neither of them moving, neither daring to breathe, eyes angry and hurt, grieving for the safe, perfect havens they'd lost.
Then the tension snapped, and in the span of a breath they were on each other, hands groping, mouths searching, seeking. Jay was surprised when Lois pushed him back on the couch, taking charge, lifting his shirt up over his head, and he responded eagerly, fervently returning her bruising kiss. Quickly divesting her of her blouse and bra, he found her breasts and squeezed hard, drawing a heavy moan out of her.
In a moment Jay realized she had already undone his jeans and was tugging them down, releasing his growing hard-on, and he couldn't help a gasp in surprise when she started working his shaft with apparently very skilled hands. He twined his fingers into her dark hair as she moved to nibble at his neck, hungrily biting and sucking. “Holy shit!” he breathed beneath her as she pressed into him.
But a very brief moment of clarity cut through his scotch induced haze as the image of a very pissed off Superman passed in front of his eyes. Contrary to popular belief, he did not have a second death wish. Grasping Lois by the shoulders, he tried to push her back. “This - this is a mistake,” he panted, shaking his head. “Clark...”
“What about him? He has no claim over me anymore,” she retorted, moving back in to press another hot, wet kiss on Jay's mouth.
Feeling her hands once again working his erection, Jason just couldn't argue with her logic. Fuck it, he decided, feeling bold again. Fuck the World's Finest.
Slipping his arms around her back and beneath her ass, he rose up from the couch, holding her tightly, and lifted her with him, kissing her still. At her sudden tensing and confused, annoyed expression, he broke the kiss. “Bedroom,” he said, his eyes blazing behind the red mask. “Now.”
More aroused at his change in attitude - and what an attitude! - Lois threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Returning a brazen look, she let him carry her to the bedroom and shut the door behind them with his foot. She expected him to dump her on the bed at once, but was surprised when he laid her gently down, kissing her hard on the way.
Having deposited her, Jay stood again and pulled off his boots, socks, and pants, Lois taking the opportunity to slip her skirt and panties off, tossing them to the floor. But when Jay reached up to peel his eye mask off, her hand followed quickly to catch his wrist. “No,” she said, eyes ablaze. “Leave it on.”
Not one to argue at this point, Jay smirked, dropping back down on the bed to cover her slim, petite frame with his, hands planted on either side of her head as he loomed over her. Lois responded by pulling his head down for another bruising kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue, taking what she wanted.
Loving every second of it, Jay straddled her and thrust his hips against hers, sliding his cock over her mound. “Mmmm,” she murmured into his mouth, pushing her legs against his to prompt him to move.
Jay lifted up at once, giving her room to spread her legs for him, then settled back down between them, moving to kiss a trail down her neck to her breasts, licking and sucking as he went. Her fingers weaved into his hair as he worked, moving steadily southward.
At her navel he paused, flicking his tongue around the invagination as he reached down and parted her satiny folds with his fingertips and dipped an index finger into her wetness, drawing a moaning gasp from her. He squeezed her clit and rolled it between his fingers then, looking up to see her eyes rolling back in her head. Smirking, he lowered himself, snaking out his tongue to taste her, to taste this gorgeous woman that used to be Superman's. That Superman had tossed aside like so much refuse. The same way Bruce had thrown him away.
Her hips rolled in reaction, as if reaching for him. Happy to oblige her request, Jay began teasing her sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth, and her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips bucking for more.
When he thrust his tongue into her, she shuddered, and he grinned against her cunt, sucking and tasting and flicking her clit before thrusting in again. Her moans grew louder as he tongue-fucked her, his hands gripping her hips tightly to hold her in place.
Body on fire from both the scotch and the obviously talented man between her legs, Lois writhed on the bed, holding his head against her as he worked whatever magic they learned in Gotham and New York but apparently wasn't taught in Metropolis or Smallville. Dear God, Clark had never gone down on her like this! It was almost too much sensation for her to handle with her mind numbed with alcohol. Jay's tongue was... “Hnnn,” she groaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Oh, it was good. Better than she'd had in a long time.
With effort, she drew her eyes down to watch him, alternately running her hands gently through his short hair and clenching it tightly. Behind the red mask, midnight blue eyes flickered in their own delirium as he tasted her. Damn, he's good! she thought as she rolled her head back on the pillow and let the wave of pleasure wash over her.
After a little while, a wailing shriek and a tense shudder told Jay that Lois was done for a few minutes, and he rose up, kissing his way back up to her mouth. He caught her looking at him from beneath heavy eyelids, her multi-hued orbs lustful and content, and he couldn't stop another smirk before kissing her deeply, surprised when she eagerly tasted his lips, his mouth, tasting herself on him. Damn boyscout probably never... he speculated, still not believing how anyone could leave this behind.
When she released him, he dropped down beside her, figuring he'd give her a minute to recover, but Lois was too fired up to stop. Pushing him flat onto the bed, she rose up and swiftly straddled him, hands kneading the muscles of his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, and she dipped her head down briefly to swipe her tongue across the tip of his very hard cock. Jay shuddered with unexpected pleasure, fully shivering when her hands went back to their creative ministrations.
Giving her own mischievous smirk as she watched him squirm, Lois moved back up and settled over him, sliding wetly over his cock in a tease. His gaping expression was an excellent reward for her effort, and finally, she decided to take it easy on him.
With a quick lift of her hips, she positioned herself over the tip of his cock, then slowly, slowly slid down over him, taking him into her.
But Jason thought he would burst if she took any more time. Gripping her hips again, he pulled her down, hard, pushing into her fully, deeply.
A loud cry ripped from her throat at the thrust, and Lois had barely enough brain power left to know that even if this was a mistake, it was a damn good one, one she wouldn't forget, even with the alcohol.
* * * * *
Later, when they'd both come and were completely exhausted, Jay having practically torn the sheets as he convulsed with his own orgasm, the seriously mismatched pair lay together in the hopelessly ruined bed, still catching their breaths from their tryst. With her arms stretched above her head, Lois watched the room spin around her, unsure if it was the scotch or the endorphins, but not caring either way. Whatever, she felt good. Alive. Not quite so... she didn't know. Empty, maybe? Undesirable? Unimportant? Or maybe she was just feeling a little like Mrs. Robinson. Oh, who the hell cares. That was one fantastic lay.
Turning her head, she found Jay propped up on an elbow, staring at her with dark eyes behind the red mask. “Not too shabby, for rebound sex,” she quipped, willing the room to stop spinning.
“Yeah,” he admitted. Lois saw his jaw clench before he continued. “Clark must be some kind of fucktard to have left you for the Bat, to have let you go.”
Reaching up, she swept a lock of sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “Bruce, too, for not taking better care of you.”
A faint smile crossed his lips at that, and he sat up. “I'd better get my ass outta' here before Big Blue comes looking to fry it with those lethal high-beams he's got.”
“Good excuse to leave,” Lois said, frowning, not sure why it was suddenly upsetting her that he was going. “But he's not coming back here. If you need an excuse to stay, try your blood alcohol level.” What the hell am I doing? she thought, as if the sex wasn't the biggest mistake of the night.
With a sigh, Jay turned back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Dammit.” Another sigh. “You sure you want me here?”
Lois scowled. “Who the hell else am I gonna use for rebound post-coital cuddling?”
“You are one fucked up woman,” Jason smirked, shaking his head.
“Tell me something I don't know.”
Laying back down and pulling the tangled covers up over both of them, slipping an arm around her waist, Jay glared at her in warning, “It'll be on you when you wake up to my crispy-fried remains.”
“Not happening.” Gently, Lois lifted a hand and grasped the edge of his mask to peel it off. “You won't be needing this, now,” she said, meeting his gaze evenly as his eyes were fully revealed. Twisting around to lay the mask on the night table, she stretched, and finding the switch on the lamp, plunged the room into darkness.
* * * * *
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Lois Lane - yeah, you read that right. This is blatant crack-fic.
Rating: NC-17 - really NC-17. The sex isn't particularly kinky, but some of the language is just downright filthy.
Word Count: 2,653
Summary: After Lois and Clark call it quits over his relationship with Bruce, Lois gets a visit from a certain former Robin. Bitch session and rebound sex ensue. Hurt/Comfort.
Prompt: (for 50_darkfics) #5 - Lost Haven
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for sasha_anu's Smokin' Crack Challenge, but really, I think this is Lois's ultimate revenge for me slashing Clark with Richard and Bruce. :p This is absolute, unapologetic crack-fic. You've been warned!
Cast-Off
The first night Lois came home to an empty apartment, the hard reality of it all threatened to choke her to death. Clark had left. Not that it was any surprise that he was gone, but... she hadn't really expected him to just go. Even though she had been the one to tell him to. She'd thought...
With a heavy sigh, Lois retrieved an old bottle of scotch from a kitchen cabinet, pouring herself a full glass. Catching Clark with Bruce had been the shock of her life. Seeing them together, in the bed she and Clark had shared for years, doing exactly what it looked like they were doing... well, the first thing that came to mind was to tell him to get the fuck out. If he was so interested in Bruce as to sleep with him behind her back, then he had no business being with her.
But she hadn't expected him to pack and leave in a single day. She hadn't thought he would even consider it! She... she thought he'd come groveling back to her, tell her that his fling with his partner and friend was just that. Instead, he left her.
What a fool she'd been.
Some Superman you turned out to be, she huffed mentally, taking the glass of scotch down in one long gulp after she flopped down on the couch. It was then that she noticed the shadow falling over the living room window from the fire escape.
Infuriated by the prospect of either a potential intruder or a gloating Bat hanging around outside her window, she sprung up from the couch and practically flung herself at the window, grabbing the latch and swinging the window wide open in one swift move. If anything, he - or whoever - would be driven off by the sudden lunge.
Instead of coming face to face with the dark cowl, however, she found herself staring into the glinting white lenses of a red helmet, whose owner flinched just barely at her sudden movements. “What the-?” she sputtered, wide-eyed, mouth agape. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked the former Robin, now Red Hood. “New York too boring? Come for the Superman cast-off pity party?” she finished bitterly.
Red Hood cocked his head to the side. “Something like that. I heard through unofficial channels that the so-called 'perfect relationship' went up in a mushroom cloud, thanks to our mutual ass hole, Bruce Wayne. Wanted to see for myself.”
Feeling the scotch starting to tingle at the edge of her mind, Lois noted the Red Hood hadn't made a move. Well, he's not here to kill me, that much is obvious.
“What the hell for?” she finally asked him, crossing her arms over her chest.
Red Hood shrugged. “Know what it's like to be shoved aside. Figured you might want somebody to beat up, guilt-free.”
Lois narrowed her eyes at him. “This is about Bruce leaving you high and dry, too, isn't it?”
“Maybe.”
Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, Lois uncrossed her arms and stepped back from the window to sweep her hand out behind her. “You coming in, or what?”
Jason wasted no time accepting the invitation.
* * * * *
An hour later, Jason Todd couldn't feel his nose anymore. For that matter, he couldn't feel his toes, either. The bottle of scotch was nearly gone, between the two of them, Lois taking down more than Jay even dared, and despite the numbing of his extremities, Jason was content to lose some of the bitter edge he always carried around. The world had grown fuzzy around him, the little apartment starting to tilt, just slightly. In a way, he thought, it was nice. A relief.
Having someone to bitch to about his former 'mentor' was a great bonus, too. If anyone understood being cast aside by the so-called World's Finest, it was Lois Lane. And boy, did she, from the dirt she'd dished about the white bread American boyscout.
“I'm serious,” he said slowly, leaning forward on the couch to pour another half-glass for himself, finishing off the bottle. “I come back from the goddamn grave, and all ol' Brucie wants to do is wallow in his own self-pity for letting me die in the first place. Like he could have stopped it! He never fucking bothered to find justice for it, just cried over that damn glass case with my fucking uniform in it while I was gone. Pathetic. When I came back? Ass hole just couldn't bear that I'm not the same kid I was before. Only wanted to shove me away, sweep me under the rug because he was too ashamed I'd strayed from his god damned, holier-than-thou moral code. Had more important things to do, like putting a fucking satellite in orbit so he could spy on all his friends. Hypocrite.”
Lois stared at him for a moment, a flicker of bitter sympathy in her eyes, then took a final gulp of her drink and slammed the empty glass down on the coffee table. “You know what? You're right. He is a goddamn hypocrite. Him and Clark both. All that crap about disowning Diana because she killed that jack ass, Max Lord, when they were screwing each other behind everyone's back. Acting like they're God's gift to the hero community when they can't even show their fucking families a little respect. Well, the bastards can have each other. Bastard heroes and their hypocritical bullshit. They don't deserve us.”
Jason finished off his own half-glass and deposited it next to hers on the coffee table. “They don't,” he agreed, regarding her from behind the red domino mask he hadn't bothered to take off.
Suddenly everything was still, neither of them moving, neither daring to breathe, eyes angry and hurt, grieving for the safe, perfect havens they'd lost.
Then the tension snapped, and in the span of a breath they were on each other, hands groping, mouths searching, seeking. Jay was surprised when Lois pushed him back on the couch, taking charge, lifting his shirt up over his head, and he responded eagerly, fervently returning her bruising kiss. Quickly divesting her of her blouse and bra, he found her breasts and squeezed hard, drawing a heavy moan out of her.
In a moment Jay realized she had already undone his jeans and was tugging them down, releasing his growing hard-on, and he couldn't help a gasp in surprise when she started working his shaft with apparently very skilled hands. He twined his fingers into her dark hair as she moved to nibble at his neck, hungrily biting and sucking. “Holy shit!” he breathed beneath her as she pressed into him.
But a very brief moment of clarity cut through his scotch induced haze as the image of a very pissed off Superman passed in front of his eyes. Contrary to popular belief, he did not have a second death wish. Grasping Lois by the shoulders, he tried to push her back. “This - this is a mistake,” he panted, shaking his head. “Clark...”
“What about him? He has no claim over me anymore,” she retorted, moving back in to press another hot, wet kiss on Jay's mouth.
Feeling her hands once again working his erection, Jason just couldn't argue with her logic. Fuck it, he decided, feeling bold again. Fuck the World's Finest.
Slipping his arms around her back and beneath her ass, he rose up from the couch, holding her tightly, and lifted her with him, kissing her still. At her sudden tensing and confused, annoyed expression, he broke the kiss. “Bedroom,” he said, his eyes blazing behind the red mask. “Now.”
More aroused at his change in attitude - and what an attitude! - Lois threw her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. Returning a brazen look, she let him carry her to the bedroom and shut the door behind them with his foot. She expected him to dump her on the bed at once, but was surprised when he laid her gently down, kissing her hard on the way.
Having deposited her, Jay stood again and pulled off his boots, socks, and pants, Lois taking the opportunity to slip her skirt and panties off, tossing them to the floor. But when Jay reached up to peel his eye mask off, her hand followed quickly to catch his wrist. “No,” she said, eyes ablaze. “Leave it on.”
Not one to argue at this point, Jay smirked, dropping back down on the bed to cover her slim, petite frame with his, hands planted on either side of her head as he loomed over her. Lois responded by pulling his head down for another bruising kiss, invading his mouth with her tongue, taking what she wanted.
Loving every second of it, Jay straddled her and thrust his hips against hers, sliding his cock over her mound. “Mmmm,” she murmured into his mouth, pushing her legs against his to prompt him to move.
Jay lifted up at once, giving her room to spread her legs for him, then settled back down between them, moving to kiss a trail down her neck to her breasts, licking and sucking as he went. Her fingers weaved into his hair as he worked, moving steadily southward.
At her navel he paused, flicking his tongue around the invagination as he reached down and parted her satiny folds with his fingertips and dipped an index finger into her wetness, drawing a moaning gasp from her. He squeezed her clit and rolled it between his fingers then, looking up to see her eyes rolling back in her head. Smirking, he lowered himself, snaking out his tongue to taste her, to taste this gorgeous woman that used to be Superman's. That Superman had tossed aside like so much refuse. The same way Bruce had thrown him away.
Her hips rolled in reaction, as if reaching for him. Happy to oblige her request, Jay began teasing her sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth, and her fingers tightened in his hair, her hips bucking for more.
When he thrust his tongue into her, she shuddered, and he grinned against her cunt, sucking and tasting and flicking her clit before thrusting in again. Her moans grew louder as he tongue-fucked her, his hands gripping her hips tightly to hold her in place.
Body on fire from both the scotch and the obviously talented man between her legs, Lois writhed on the bed, holding his head against her as he worked whatever magic they learned in Gotham and New York but apparently wasn't taught in Metropolis or Smallville. Dear God, Clark had never gone down on her like this! It was almost too much sensation for her to handle with her mind numbed with alcohol. Jay's tongue was... “Hnnn,” she groaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit. Oh, it was good. Better than she'd had in a long time.
With effort, she drew her eyes down to watch him, alternately running her hands gently through his short hair and clenching it tightly. Behind the red mask, midnight blue eyes flickered in their own delirium as he tasted her. Damn, he's good! she thought as she rolled her head back on the pillow and let the wave of pleasure wash over her.
After a little while, a wailing shriek and a tense shudder told Jay that Lois was done for a few minutes, and he rose up, kissing his way back up to her mouth. He caught her looking at him from beneath heavy eyelids, her multi-hued orbs lustful and content, and he couldn't stop another smirk before kissing her deeply, surprised when she eagerly tasted his lips, his mouth, tasting herself on him. Damn boyscout probably never... he speculated, still not believing how anyone could leave this behind.
When she released him, he dropped down beside her, figuring he'd give her a minute to recover, but Lois was too fired up to stop. Pushing him flat onto the bed, she rose up and swiftly straddled him, hands kneading the muscles of his shoulders, his pecs, his abs, and she dipped her head down briefly to swipe her tongue across the tip of his very hard cock. Jay shuddered with unexpected pleasure, fully shivering when her hands went back to their creative ministrations.
Giving her own mischievous smirk as she watched him squirm, Lois moved back up and settled over him, sliding wetly over his cock in a tease. His gaping expression was an excellent reward for her effort, and finally, she decided to take it easy on him.
With a quick lift of her hips, she positioned herself over the tip of his cock, then slowly, slowly slid down over him, taking him into her.
But Jason thought he would burst if she took any more time. Gripping her hips again, he pulled her down, hard, pushing into her fully, deeply.
A loud cry ripped from her throat at the thrust, and Lois had barely enough brain power left to know that even if this was a mistake, it was a damn good one, one she wouldn't forget, even with the alcohol.
* * * * *
Later, when they'd both come and were completely exhausted, Jay having practically torn the sheets as he convulsed with his own orgasm, the seriously mismatched pair lay together in the hopelessly ruined bed, still catching their breaths from their tryst. With her arms stretched above her head, Lois watched the room spin around her, unsure if it was the scotch or the endorphins, but not caring either way. Whatever, she felt good. Alive. Not quite so... she didn't know. Empty, maybe? Undesirable? Unimportant? Or maybe she was just feeling a little like Mrs. Robinson. Oh, who the hell cares. That was one fantastic lay.
Turning her head, she found Jay propped up on an elbow, staring at her with dark eyes behind the red mask. “Not too shabby, for rebound sex,” she quipped, willing the room to stop spinning.
“Yeah,” he admitted. Lois saw his jaw clench before he continued. “Clark must be some kind of fucktard to have left you for the Bat, to have let you go.”
Reaching up, she swept a lock of sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “Bruce, too, for not taking better care of you.”
A faint smile crossed his lips at that, and he sat up. “I'd better get my ass outta' here before Big Blue comes looking to fry it with those lethal high-beams he's got.”
“Good excuse to leave,” Lois said, frowning, not sure why it was suddenly upsetting her that he was going. “But he's not coming back here. If you need an excuse to stay, try your blood alcohol level.” What the hell am I doing? she thought, as if the sex wasn't the biggest mistake of the night.
With a sigh, Jay turned back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Dammit.” Another sigh. “You sure you want me here?”
Lois scowled. “Who the hell else am I gonna use for rebound post-coital cuddling?”
“You are one fucked up woman,” Jason smirked, shaking his head.
“Tell me something I don't know.”
Laying back down and pulling the tangled covers up over both of them, slipping an arm around her waist, Jay glared at her in warning, “It'll be on you when you wake up to my crispy-fried remains.”
“Not happening.” Gently, Lois lifted a hand and grasped the edge of his mask to peel it off. “You won't be needing this, now,” she said, meeting his gaze evenly as his eyes were fully revealed. Twisting around to lay the mask on the night table, she stretched, and finding the switch on the lamp, plunged the room into darkness.
* * * * *