100 Ways Smabble Challenge, the Sequel
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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"Ms. Lane," he started.
Lois didn't know what to expect when her Journalism Ethics professor asked to see her after class, but his professional tone gave her pause. She closed the door to his office at his gesture and stood stiffly as he shifted papers around on his desk. She could plainly see his back muscles working underneath his crisp button-down shirt.
"I know this is about my last paper," Lois interrupted what she was sure to be a lecture. "But I swear that--"
"Ms. Lane, in spite of the fact that you misspell words at an alarmingly frequent basis," he smirked, "your papers are actually well researched and you are clearly passionate about what you write."
"But," she sighed, although surprised and pleased at his compliments.
"You seem distracted in class," he answered.
"Why do you say that?" Lois replied defensively. Why would any woman with a pulse be distracted in your class, Professor Kent?
"You've kind of been spacing out," Kent continued, but she couldn't help staring at the way he licked his lips nervously. It's not as if your mouth isn't completely ridiculous. What man has a mouth like that?
"You've missed some pretty easy questions when I call on you in class, and when you do get them right, I feel like you're biting my head off," he finished with a push of his glasses back into place. How does he pull off that mild-mannered nerd in glasses thing one minute and that over-confident guy in the classroom the next?
Lois sighed. This was no good at all. She refused to be like every other woman in her class by practically drooling over her professor. It's not like she hadn't heard the things they say about Mr. Kent in their study groups. And she absolutely did NOT want to claw their eyes out for even thinking about her professor that way.
And even if she did (which she didn't), it was just because those women were only interested in the beautiful packaging and not what was lying just beneath the surface. Professor Kent clearly believed in what he taught, and she'd read almost all of his freelance articles before she fought for one of the coveted seats in his advanced level class. From the way he spoke about the integrity of the Fourth Estate, how to protect a source, and the humanity in his writing, she almost believed he could save the world if he put his mind to it.
"You're being unnaturally quiet, Ms. Lane," he eyed her apprehensively. "I usually take that as a bad sign...Is there anything I can do to help?"
Lois jerked her eyes up to meet his, unmistaking his tone. Surely he didn't mean...
"I'm sure there's a solution we could come to that would be..." he drew nearer, standing just close enough to not be close enough, "mutually beneficial."
"Professor," Lois exclaimed, aiming for insulted but ashamed that it came out more as flustered, "I don't know what you're insinuating but--"
"Ms. Lane. Lois," he said softly, reaching out to brush back a strand of her hair. "We're not going to pretend that you haven't been thinking about it all semester. Because I'm not going to pretend that I didn't want you from the moment you walked into my class." His finger glided around the curve of her ear down the length of her neck. "You radiated with barely restrained energy and passion," he leaned in just as his finger found the curve of her breast, "and I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel when you...released it."
Her eyes slid shut without her permission as he closed the distance between them. His lips were even softer than she dared to imagine. He pressed them against hers lighter than a feather, knowing he was giving her a chance to withdraw. But before she could let her better judgment take over, she gave in. Just this once.
Continued
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