100 Ways Smabble Challenge, the Sequel

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In honor of the release of Smallville Season 11 in digital comic book form on April 13, 2012 (print version to be released in May) written by Bryan Q. Miller with interiors by Pere Perez (Batgirl) and covers by the brilliant Cat Staggs (digital) and Gary Frank (print), I say why not honor this news with some porn!  So back by popular demand, it's

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This can be seen as a prequel to my Sundays, Pancakes & Maple Syrup fic but it can stand on its own as well. This took a totally different direction than I thought.

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"A hard man is good to find."

"What's that Lois?"

He was only met with silence.

Clark glanced over his shoulder when he didn't get an immediate answer. His lips twitched at what he found.

Lois wrapped only his red blanket was sitting on the kitchen counter. She was looking at him however her eyes were glazed over and she had this far off distracted look. One very sexy long bare leg absently swung back and forth as her foot banged lightly against the cupboard door.

A red popsicle was poised halfway to her mouth which was hanging slightly open. It looked as if she had been in the process of popping the icy treat into her mouth but had gotten distracted. It was clear to him that Lois forgot she even had the popsicle in her hand because it was untouched and tiny rivers of sticky red fruit juice ran down her hand.

Clark immediately deserted his task of hunting down Grandma Kent's cast iron griddle and sauntered over to her. He noted as he came to stand directly in front of her, Lois' expression did not change. She still had that dazed far off look, like she was on another planet.

Clark placed his hands on the countertop, placing them on either side of her hips to cage her in and prevent any means of escape. He moved in between her legs, using his hips to nudge them wider so he could get up real close and totally invade her personal space. "Earth to Lois."

Lois who was now staring blindly at Clark's bare chest and unaware that they were practically nose to nose muttered, "And he's all mine."

Clark arched his eyebrow. He leaned in so that his mouth was directly next to her ear. "What was that Lois," he whispered, his lips lightly brushing the delicate pink shell of her ear. Clark felt her shiver. He moved back to watch Lois emerge from her daydream.

"Huh?" Lois blinked then blinked again as she slowly returned to reality. Her eyes widened as she found she was up close and personal with Clark's naked chest. She quickly realized that after Clark had slapped a cherry popsicle into her hand to stave off her growling stomach while he whipped up his blueberry pecan pancakes her mind had wandered as she had appreciatively watched her nearly naked boyfriend clad only in blue boxers putter about the kitchen.

She had been about to stick the popsicle in her mouth when the overhead light caught how the muscles in his back rippled when he dumped flour into a bowl and how fine his ass looked as he bent over to get something and getting a naughty peek at the dark side Clark's moon.

"Just pondering the existential questions of who I am and why I'm here," she said with a overly bright grin.

He arched his eyebrow. "Uh huh."

Lois stuck out her chin. "That's my story and I'm sticking with it," she declared then she popped the partially melted popsicle into her mouth.

Clark bit the inside of his cheek to keep from breaking into a full on smile; however now he was the one that was being easily distracted as he watched Lois suck on the popsicle. His eyes were glued to how she slowly moved the long oblong shaped piece of ice slowly back and forth in her mouth. How her swollen lips, ruby red and juicy as maraschino cherries, tightly wrapped around the popsicle. How her tongue would occasionally slip out and lick at the melting fruit juice. How the sticky sweet liquid dropped onto the upper swells of her breasts and would slowly slide into the deep valley between her breasts.

Clark swallowed as she slowly dragged the popsicle from her mouth. Little by little the red ice reappeared. After Lois gave the popsicle one final slurping suck, it popped from her lips with a satisfying smack.

Lois peered demurely at him from beneath lowered lashes as a small smile teased her red juicy wet lips. Her sweet demure look didn't fool him. She knew full well what effect her eating her popsicle had on him if his fully erect cock that was poking her inner thigh was any indication.