Ficlet: Likewise | Smallville | Lois/Tess | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Likewise
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lois Lane/Tess Mercer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 647
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Lois Lane/Tess Mercer: skirt, arrangement, love/hate; also for Pornday the Fifth!
Summary: Lois and Tess hate each other, it's that simple.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Really for anissa7118's birthday! \O/ Happy late b-day, hon!
Likewise
“What the hell is this?” Lois spat as she slammed the folder down on Tess's desk, eyes flashing with fury.
Tess just looked up at her with feigned innocence and disinterest, pausing in her work. “I believe that's your next assignment.”
A sputter of indignation, and Lois straightened, hands on her hips. “I am not going to masquerade as some... some inbred housefrau to get the scoop on a carnival scam! What happened to looking into the prostitute ring allegations against the French ambassador to the U.S. In DC?”
Standing slowly, Tess planted her palms on the desk and caught Lois's gaze, trapping her with cold fire. “You'd be outed in a heartbeat, Lane; your reputation is starting to proceed you, and this paper can't afford to take that risk.”
“Outed, huh?” Lois nodded back. “You think that would be bad for the Planet? What about our little arrangement?”
The redhead visibly blanched, even as she set her jaw and stalked around the desk to stand nose to nose with Lane. “You'd stand to lose a lot more than me.”
“I could sue. Then who'd be the loser?”
Tess gripped Lois by the arms and backed her against the desk, crowding in against her. “You'd risk this over a story? Really?” Releasing one arm, she rucked up Lois's sleek skirt and slid her hand up her bare thigh.
Lois's breath caught in her throat, and her hands went to Tess's waist, pulling her in until they were flush together from breasts to knees. “Screw you,” she breathed against Tess's cheek, close enough to kiss if she wanted.
But Tess only laughed, low and hot, “No. Screw you, Lane,” and worked her hand around and under soft panties to spear Lois with two fingers where she was already slick and ready.
Lois whimpered high in her throat, fighting the urge to cry out, and Tess laughed again, pumping into her as deep as she could reach. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you came in here anticipating this.”
“Not-ungh!!-likely,” the brunette spat back. Shivering and arching, fucking herself on Tess's fingers, she caught the other woman's lips in a hot kiss, wet and messy and bound to ruin their lipstick.
Tess grinned into the kiss, pumping and stroking faster, finding Lois's clit with her pinkie and circling it, flicking it. “C'mon, Lane, admit it,” she taunted against Lois's lips, feeling her tense, inside and out, the hands around her gripping her blouse in tight fists. “You know,” she started, thrusting in hard and pressing a fingertip against Lois's clit, and Lois shivered harder, “you wanted this,” and Lois choked on a shout that threatened to erupt and ruin their arrangement for good. She shook in Tess's arms, buried her head against her neck and bit down on sensitive skin to keep herself from giving them away as she climaxed and rode out the aftershocks.
A long moment later, Tess withdrew her fingers, straightened her rumpled blouse and sucked her fingers clean, and left Lois leaning against the desk. “That's what I thought,” she said lightly as she sat and got back to work, absently grabbing a tissue from her desk to swipe off her ruined lipstick.
Still recovering, Lois turning to give her a smoldering look as she smoothed her skirt back into place. “I hate you,” she spat once she seemed more or less put back together, grabbing the file folder and stuffing the papers back inside that had scattered over the desk. Turning on her heel, she stalked out, same as she'd come in, heels clicking against the floor angrily.
“Likewise,” Tess grinned darkly at Lois's retreating form. Oh, but she loved ruining and making Lane's day in one fell swoop like this. It made her all tingly in just the right way, even if she didn't so much crave reciprocation.
Later, she'd take care of herself on her own, after Lois boarded her flight for DC.
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Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Lois Lane/Tess Mercer
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 647
Prompt: For Porn Battle X: Lois Lane/Tess Mercer: skirt, arrangement, love/hate; also for Pornday the Fifth!
Summary: Lois and Tess hate each other, it's that simple.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Really for anissa7118's birthday! \O/ Happy late b-day, hon!
Likewise
“What the hell is this?” Lois spat as she slammed the folder down on Tess's desk, eyes flashing with fury.
Tess just looked up at her with feigned innocence and disinterest, pausing in her work. “I believe that's your next assignment.”
A sputter of indignation, and Lois straightened, hands on her hips. “I am not going to masquerade as some... some inbred housefrau to get the scoop on a carnival scam! What happened to looking into the prostitute ring allegations against the French ambassador to the U.S. In DC?”
Standing slowly, Tess planted her palms on the desk and caught Lois's gaze, trapping her with cold fire. “You'd be outed in a heartbeat, Lane; your reputation is starting to proceed you, and this paper can't afford to take that risk.”
“Outed, huh?” Lois nodded back. “You think that would be bad for the Planet? What about our little arrangement?”
The redhead visibly blanched, even as she set her jaw and stalked around the desk to stand nose to nose with Lane. “You'd stand to lose a lot more than me.”
“I could sue. Then who'd be the loser?”
Tess gripped Lois by the arms and backed her against the desk, crowding in against her. “You'd risk this over a story? Really?” Releasing one arm, she rucked up Lois's sleek skirt and slid her hand up her bare thigh.
Lois's breath caught in her throat, and her hands went to Tess's waist, pulling her in until they were flush together from breasts to knees. “Screw you,” she breathed against Tess's cheek, close enough to kiss if she wanted.
But Tess only laughed, low and hot, “No. Screw you, Lane,” and worked her hand around and under soft panties to spear Lois with two fingers where she was already slick and ready.
Lois whimpered high in her throat, fighting the urge to cry out, and Tess laughed again, pumping into her as deep as she could reach. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you came in here anticipating this.”
“Not-ungh!!-likely,” the brunette spat back. Shivering and arching, fucking herself on Tess's fingers, she caught the other woman's lips in a hot kiss, wet and messy and bound to ruin their lipstick.
Tess grinned into the kiss, pumping and stroking faster, finding Lois's clit with her pinkie and circling it, flicking it. “C'mon, Lane, admit it,” she taunted against Lois's lips, feeling her tense, inside and out, the hands around her gripping her blouse in tight fists. “You know,” she started, thrusting in hard and pressing a fingertip against Lois's clit, and Lois shivered harder, “you wanted this,” and Lois choked on a shout that threatened to erupt and ruin their arrangement for good. She shook in Tess's arms, buried her head against her neck and bit down on sensitive skin to keep herself from giving them away as she climaxed and rode out the aftershocks.
A long moment later, Tess withdrew her fingers, straightened her rumpled blouse and sucked her fingers clean, and left Lois leaning against the desk. “That's what I thought,” she said lightly as she sat and got back to work, absently grabbing a tissue from her desk to swipe off her ruined lipstick.
Still recovering, Lois turning to give her a smoldering look as she smoothed her skirt back into place. “I hate you,” she spat once she seemed more or less put back together, grabbing the file folder and stuffing the papers back inside that had scattered over the desk. Turning on her heel, she stalked out, same as she'd come in, heels clicking against the floor angrily.
“Likewise,” Tess grinned darkly at Lois's retreating form. Oh, but she loved ruining and making Lane's day in one fell swoop like this. It made her all tingly in just the right way, even if she didn't so much crave reciprocation.
Later, she'd take care of herself on her own, after Lois boarded her flight for DC.
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