Picking up the ol' pink pen ...
I have decided to throw caution to the wind ... and try posting some of my "Lois and Clark" fic over here. I figure I have nothing left to lose at this point. I have been writing for about a year and a half, but have never posted anywhere but the boards, but someone :::coughbatcough::: convinced me this would be a good idea.
Title: The Ten-Year Itch (1/1)
Author: ultrapinky
Rating: NC-17
Category: "Lois & Clark"
Spoilers: "It's a Small World After All"
Summary: It's hard to believe that Mad Dog Lane was really one of the popular kids in high school. After all, hanging with the pretty people doesn't win you Pulitzers. Here's a look at what really happened at her 10-year reunion.
Word Count: 5,285
Notes: This is my first time posting L&C over here. Inflict FDK gently. ;-) Standard disclaimers apply -- they're not mine, but that doesn't mean I don't wish I was Lois and that I'm sleeping with Clark!
A huge thanks to Sue, for riding to my rescue and giving me a reason for Clark to get jealous, to Jessi, for joining me in the baaaaad boat, and to my bat, Lara, without whom I couldn’t have finished this. I can only hope that every writer out there has such an awesome beta.
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Lois Lane won the election for senior-class president by thirty-one votes.
Ten years later, she had more awards than some journalists earn in their entire career - three Kerths, four Meriwethers, seven from the Society of Professional Journalists.
But as she stood outside the ballroom of the Lexor Hotel, nervously brushing a nonexistent piece of lint from her short black dress, all she could think about were the thirty-one votes that could have prevented her appointment to Metropolis High School’s highest post.
It shouldn’t have mattered - but, as Lois had grudgingly admitted to herself in the elevator, high-school reunions rarely brought out people’s rational sides.
She felt her fiancé slip his hand into hers, and turned to see him watching her carefully.
He flashed the smile that was part concerned, part sexy, and totally Clark Kent. “Are you okay?”
She shrugged as she fidgeted with her purse strap. “Why are we here?”
He looked confused. “You checked ‘yes’ on the RSVP card?”
She sighed. “I changed my mind.” When he raised his eyebrows, she added archly, “You didn’t go to yours.”
“I was averting an avalanche in the Alps,” he shot back. “And since we’re not exactly dressed for a mountain search-and-rescue, why don’t we go inside?”
Lois tried one more time. “Want to go back to my place and play search-and-rescue?”
Clark swallowed hard. They had a very flirty, physical relationship to begin with, but tonight there was a definite charge in the air. From the moment Lois had come out of her bedroom in that little black dress, all he wanted to do was take her back in there and remove it.
Ever since he had gotten her back, they had been inching closer and closer toward taking their relationship to the next level, and he was having a hard time - literally - coming up with reasons to turn her down when she said things that had him picturing her in a fur-lined parka - and nothing else.
“Nice try,” he said weakly.
Lois sighed again and finally stepped forward, into the ballroom. She surveyed the room awash in 1980s décor with a mixture of trepidation and disdain, the former because she had already spotted several of her former classmates; the latter because the disco ball suspended from the ceiling was a shoddy throwback to the ’70s - and she had graduated in 1986.
Clark looked at her out of the corner of his eye. It was clear she really didn’t want to be here - and he was pretty sure he knew why.
In their world, she was Lois Lane, award-winning journalist. She was respected and revered, resented and reviled - and she loved every minute of it. But the people in this room knew her ten years ago, when she was their peer.
They knew the Lois Lane who refused to participate in Senior Skip Day, talked endlessly about shattering the glass ceiling, and edited her classmates’ stories on the town roller rink as if she were running The Washington Post.
They knew the Lois Lane who threw herself into every club and activity, but never told anyone she was avoiding going home to her passed-out mother or her distant father.
They knew the Lois Lane who had an insatiable drive, a take-no-prisoners attitude - and co-chairs and assistants instead of friends and confidants.
To this day, only Clark had been allowed to see the real Lois Lane, and he knew she was scared to death that they thought she was the same person she was ten years ago.
“So,” she said, clearing her throat nervously as they threaded their way through the throngs of revelers, “I never asked you … in situations like this, are you a mingler or a clinger?”
Clark looked amused. “Am I what?”
“A mingler or a clinger,” she repeated, looping her arm through his. “Do you hang on the hip all night, or do you prefer to split up and circulate?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by someone behind them.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” a female voice trilled teasingly. “It‘s Madam President herself.”
Clark noticed something flicker in Lois’ eyes, but she pasted on a smile as they turned to face a curvy blonde in a short blue dress, flanked by a tall man with sandy-brown hair.
“Julie! Dick!” Lois exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you!”
The blonde leaned in and hugged her. “How are you doing, Lois?” Her voice lowered sympathetically. “I read all about what happened at your wedding … it’s a real shame.”
Lois smiled up at Clark, and he smiled back. “I’d say things eventually worked themselves out. Julie, this is my fiancé, Clark Kent. Clark, Dick, Dick, Clark.”
The group laughed congenially as Clark shook hands with the Keatons.
Clark looked between Lois and Julie. “So how did you two know each other?”
“We were the closest of friends,” Julie chirped, flashing a saccharine smile at Lois. “If I wasn’t elected to run a committee, it was a safe bet that Lois had beaten me … even if it was only by twenty-one votes.”
Clark snuck a look at his fiancée and wasn’t overtly surprised to see she looked less than thrilled at the reminder of her close call that, in true Lois form, had likely cost her far more in lost sleep than in lost votes. “I heard it was thirty-one,” he pointed out affably. “And I’m sure Lois was a great president.”
Lois smiled at him. “You’re right. It was thirty-one.” As she turned back to Julie, she added, “And, for the record, we didn’t do all the same activities. I won the editor election unopposed.” Her smile grew wider. “Twice.”
“Ditto cheerleading,” Julie interjected with a giggle. “To this day, I still can’t imagine our resident bookworm on top of the pyramid …”
“Hey,” Lois interjected playfully, but with an acerbic undertone that only Clark picked up on, “I would have been a great cheerleader.”
“And you would have copy-edited our stunt book, too,” Julie teased. “Kind of like you did with the student code of conduct.”
Clark couldn’t help laughing at the outraged look on his fiancée’s face. “Sounds like Lois.”
Dick laughed. “You must know her well.”
Clark gave Lois a little smile. “Very well.”
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As they walked away from the bar, Clark turned to face Lois, unable to hide the incredulity in his voice. “That was your best friend?”
Lois shrugged noncommittally. “I wouldn’t say that … Julie and I … we competed in all the same activities, so we got to know each other pretty well … She was one of the popular girls, and I was … an overachiever. So we weren’t best friends as much as we were … I don’t even know how to explain it …”
Clark took a sip of champagne. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer?”
Lois tipped her glass in deference to the man who truly knew her better than anyone. “Exactly.”
He leaned in, his voice low and sexy. “And what about hacks from Nowheresville?”
She flashed a flirty smile. “Never let them go.”
His heart skipped a beat, and he smiled back. “I admit I was a little surprised you were elected editor with no opposition, and twice, no less.”
She looked surprised at the sudden change of subject, but a quick glance his lower body gave an imperceptible indication of why. She had known exactly what kind of effect her little black dress would have even before she put it on, and that, coupled with their verbal foreplay, had her half-wondering why he hadn’t just mauled her in the elevator. It’s not like she would have complained. But for now, she’d play along. “Oh?”
He winked. “It just seems so easy for Mad Dog Lane. And here I thought you’ve always thrived on trouncing the competition.”
She giggled. “I did. Everyone else was too afraid to run against me.” She took a step closer, her voice low and seductive. “Never doubt that I always come out on top.”
Clark swallowed hard as the meaning of her words penetrated his subconscious, sending every last drop of blood in his body rushing southward. “So … exactly how long do we have do stay?”
She placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him from beneath her long black eyelashes. “Why, Mr. Kent, what could possibly be more fun than this?”
His free arm encircled her waist, pulling her against his body. “I have a few ideas.”
A teasing smile quirked at the corner of her mouth. “A few?”
His lips brushed against her ear, and he heard a hitch in her breathing. “Yeah. Like taking off your dress … and your nylons … and your …”
“Hey Lois,” a masculine voice cut in.
Lois spun around to see Joe Malloy standing there. “Joe!” she exclaimed happily. “How are you?”
He gathered her into a warm embrace, and when they broke apart, he gave her an appraising look. “You look incredible. Newspapers have been good to you.”
She couldn’t help smiling at the compliment. From anyone else, it would have seemed insincere, but she couldn’t help but feel as if she were eighteen again and he had just dedicated the winning touchdown to her.
“Advertising has clearly been good to you, too,” she said admiringly. “How’s the firm?”
He shrugged. “A whole lot of work and not a lot of play.”
“You should always make time to play,” she admonished him playfully.
Joe grinned broadly. “Who are you and what have you done with Lois Lane?”
“Good question,” Clark murmured under his breath.
At that moment, Lois seemed to remember she wasn’t alone, and she flushed a little. While she wasn’t available - or interested - there was something attractively unnerving about her old boyfriend looking at her like that. There always had been. And he certainly had aged well - very well.
“Oh, sorry!” she squeaked out as she realized both men were staring at her. “Clark, this is my old friend, Joe Malloy. Joe, my fiancé, Clark Kent.”
As the men shook hands, Joe raised his eyebrows. “Fiancé? You’re domesticated?”
Lois snorted. “Hardly.” She glanced at his hands and noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring. “What happened to … Denise?”
“Debbie,” he corrected. “We got divorced last fall.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said with concern. “How are you doing?”
He shrugged. “She wasn’t the one … and clearly, I wasn’t either, because she was cheating on me with her yoga instructor.” His eyes shifted from Lois to Clark. “You’re a lucky guy. She’s one in a million.”
Clark rested his hand on Lois’ back in a subtle show of possessiveness. “That she is.”
“I never should have let her get away,” Joe continued lightly, taking a drink of beer. “What’s a Romeo without his Juliet?”
“Honors English,” Lois explained quickly when she saw Clark’s eyebrows lift in consternation. “And, if I recall correctly,” she added teasingly, “Romeo’s focus was less on Juliet and more on his plans to play college football.”
“Guilty as charged,” Joe replied, tipping his drink toward Lois in what could only be described as a flirtatious manner. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
Lois narrowed her eyes. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
He smiled. “Good.” His eyes drifted over her body. “Definitely good.” He looked over at Clark. “Would you mind if I danced with your fiancée?”
Clark wondered if Joe would mind having his teeth kicked in, but he smiled pleasantly. “Of course not.”
He watched Joe take Lois’ arm and lead her to the dance floor, where they began to move to a popular love song from the late ’80s. This is what they must have looked like in high school, he surmised. Two attractive, sophisticated people, talking about things that were light years away from Smallville, Kansas.
What the hell was wrong with him? There was Lois, wearing the engagement ring he had given her, and all he could think about was how good she looked with her ex-boyfriend.
When he saw Joe’s hand move lower to rest on the small of Lois’ back - the same spot where he frequently touched her - Clark felt his champagne glass crumble in his hand.
He hastily set the pieces on a passing waiter’s tray, and shrugged casually when the young man’s eyes widened. “Faulty glass,” he said quickly. “I’m fine.”
He was halfway to the bar when heard Lois’ heart rate pick up, and he looked over to see her staring up at the ceiling, plaster dust raining down right before she opened her mouth to scream.
In a blur of blue, Superman was there, catching the disco ball and floating down to the floor. The music stopped and Lois was surrounded by her classmates, cries of concern echoing throughout the ballroom.
“Superman …” Joe looked confused. “How did you …?”
Clark looked at his fiancée, who gave him a small, private smile. “I’m always sort of … nearby,” he explained, conveying to her with his eyes what he couldn’t say out loud. “Lois and I are … friends.”
He was about to ask Lois if she was okay when he heard a cry for help, and hastily thrust the errant disco ball into one of the waiters’ arms. “I have to go.”
As he flew out of the ballroom, all eyes turned to Lois.
She just shrugged.
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Clark descended in the night sky to Lois’ window and was surprised to see the apartment was dark. He did a quick scan. She wasn’t there, and it was after midnight. His pulse sped up. Where was she?
He did a quick fly-by of The Planet, and then soared toward the Lexor on the off chance that she was still there. He doubted it, considering the reunion had to have ended by now, but where else could she be?
He did a quick scan - and lost enough altitude that the air whooshed out of his lungs.
Sitting at a small table in the hotel bar was Lois. And she wasn’t alone.
In a flash, he was in the hotel lobby. Throwing open the door, he ignored the startled hostess as he crossed the bar in four long strides and stopped in front of their table.
He spoke before thinking. “Lois, what are you doing?”
Startled, Lois pulled her hand away from where it rested atop Joe’s and looked up at him, her eyes widening when she noticed the look on his face. “Superman! Is there something you need?” She emphasized the last word as if to remind him that they were nothing more than professional acquaintances.
He just stood there, arms crossed in his signature pose. She followed his gaze to the wine glasses and cleared her throat. “I … I don’t think I introduced you earlier … Superman, this is my old friend, Joe Malloy.”
Joe stood and extended his hand. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Superman. We both played in a charity golf tournament last year, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”
Clark took the proffered hand for a cursory handshake. “Nice to meet you.” His gaze slid back to Lois, who had also risen. “Lois,” he said evenly, “I think Clark would appreciate if I see you home. He’s stuck at the paper, and when he … couldn’t get a hold of you on your cellphone or at your apartment, he was worried … and he asked if I had seen you.”
“I’m fine,” she said somewhat embarrassedly, but relieved that he was sticking with the excuse they had agreed on should something have come up at some point in the evening. “We were just talking about the old days.”
Clark was unmoved. “Surely you can appreciate Clark’s concern, considering it’s past midnight … and … and parking garages can be dangerous,” he trailed off lamely.
Lois’ eyes flashed. “Both you and Clark know I can take care of myself.”
Clark opened his mouth to respond, but Joe jumped in. “I’m sorry, Lois. I shouldn’t have monopolized you all night.”
Lois gave Clark a look before smiling at Joe. “You didn’t. And I’m sure Clark will understand - he had a girlfriend in high school himself. He’s just been protective since …” She made a vague gesture. “You know.”
A muscle in the aforementioned man’s jaw twitched when Joe nodded in understanding, but Lois didn’t acknowledge it, continuing, “Besides, I enjoyed catching up.”
She opened her purse, but Joe leaned in and kissed her cheek. “You better get home. I’ll get this.” He flashed a smile. “It was wonderful to see you again, Lois.”
She smiled back. “It was wonderful to see you, too. Goodnight, Joe.”
As Lois strode out of the bar and across the lobby with a clearly aggravated superhero trailing behind her, she wished that she was the one with the ability to fly, because at this moment, she had no interest in being anywhere near him. She understood Clark had to go save the world - which included her when the disco ball had fallen - but it wasn’t easy lying over and over about how he had to rush out of her reunion to cover breaking news when she had no clue where he’d gone and what the emergency actually was.
And deep down, she knew that some of her classmates didn’t quite believe that she was actually engaged to the reporter whose good looks and affable personality had gained him eligible-bachelor status among the city’s young professionals.
After all, she thought scornfully, she was the one who had steadfastly proclaimed - in print, no less - that first came the Pulitzer, then came marriage - and there was no Pulitzer in sight.
“Lois …”
She didn’t turn around.
“Lois, will you just wait a minute?”
She threw open the door to the parking-garage stairwell and began a fast and furious descent. Clark had the good sense to not try and use his superpowers to beat her to the bottom.
“You know,” he finally yelled at her, “Juliet killed herself over Romeo!”
That got her attention, and she spun around. “What?”
He smirked. “Pretty bad analogy for someone who took Honors English, wouldn’t you say?” A snicker escaped. “I guess you should just be glad he didn’t compare you to Lady Macbeth.”
She turned continued down the stairs. “We’re not discussing this.”
“Lois, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” she threw over her shoulder, her heels clacking loudly on the concrete as she took the stairs two at a time. When he didn’t reply, she swiveled around to glare at him. “That’s what I thought.”
His eyes flashed. “You’re not being fair.”
“Neither are you.” Her voice was biting. “Allow me to review. First, you left me in the middle of my class reuni--”
“There was a train wreck in Vancouver,” he cut in.
“And then,” she went on, as if he hadn’t even spoken, “when I was talking to an old friend, you came storming in like some jealous Neanderthal. Do you realize how crazy you look?”
“Hardly,” he scoffed. “There’s a big difference between old friend and old boyfriend.”
She sounded a little defensive. “There is not.”
“So you’re saying you and your old friend Julie made out under the bleachers, too?”
“Clark!”
“You’re a smart woman, Lois,” he snapped, doing a quick visual sweep of the stairwell to make sure no one could hear them. “And you know as well as I do that he’d like to be a lot more than just an old friend.”
She looked surprised. “What are you talking about?”
“He was hitting on you!”
She looked unconvinced. “Oh, come on.”
“Oh, Lois,” he mocked in a high falsetto, “you haven’t changed a bit. I lay awake at night, tortured that I let you get away.”
Lois rolled her eyes. “First of all, he didn’t say that, nor does he sound like that. And second, I was eighteen, Clark. Why does it matter?” She shook her head in disbelief. “It shouldn’t bother you!”
He crossed his arms. “Forgive me if I don‘t enjoy watching every man in a ten-mile radius undress you with his eyes.”
She let out a short laugh. “Ha. I hate to break it to you, but not every man finds me irresistible.”
His voice was low, but she heard him anyway. “Contrary to all evidence of the last few months.”
Her eyes widened at the indirect reference to Maxwell Deter, and, possibly, Lex Luthor, too. “Is that what this is about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled unconvincingly.
She gave him a disbelieving look before spinning around and continuing her descent, a bit more forcefully than before, her purse swinging wildly against her hip.
He caught up with her on the landing of the garage's second level, and gently grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn and meet his gaze.
“Lois,” he started.
“Let me go,” she snapped. “We’re not doing this here.”
He let go of her, and they stared at each other for a long moment.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I guess I was … a little … jealous. I saw you talking and laughing with him, and …”
“You have no reason to be jealous,” she said. “We talked about our jobs … he talked about playing football at Miami … It was nothing.”
Noticing the skeptical look on his face, she added, “And even if he does still have feelings for me, I love you, Clark.”
His eyes were dark with emotion. “I know. I just … sometimes I still can’t believe you want … me … especially when you could have had …”
She shook her head as she reached up to touch the side of his face. “I’ve found that farmboys are vastly underrated.”
“Lois,” he said softly, “if I lose you again … I don’t know if I could go on.”
“I’m right here,” she whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Still …”
He clearly wasn’t getting it, so she did the one thing he couldn’t argue with: She clasped a hand behind his head, bringing his lips down to meet hers. He murmured his approval against her mouth, pulling her closer. She moaned a little and sagged against him as his tongue slid into her mouth and his hands caressed her bare back.
Their bodies came into contact as they devoured one another‘s mouths, their hands wandering everywhere.
Clark gasped as Lois brushed against his rock-hard erection, and he grabbed her hand to thwart any further exploration. She ignored him, pressing her lower body against his and causing him to groan.\
“You’re playing with fire,” he said in a low voice.
She gave him a sultry smile. “You’re the one who lit the flame.”
As her small hand closed over his erection again, his lips came crashing down on hers, and he swiftly turned them, pinning Lois against the wall.
“I think I may die if I can’t have you right now,” he rasped against her mouth.
A low, sexy giggle escaped. “I thought only Kryptonite can kill you.”
His tongue traced the outer shell of her ear. “I was wrong,” he murmured as his hand slid down her body to cup her hip. “So wrong.”
She sighed as his tongue dipped into her ear. “Well … in that case, it’s a good thing …” With his hand between her legs, she was having trouble focusing on what she was saying, and he clearly knew it. “… that you’re …” She moaned as he boldly moved higher, his fingers stroking against the damp satin of her panties.
She tried again. “In that case, it’s a good thing that you’re …” Her voice trembled a little. “Superman.” Her eyes gleamed obsidian as she looked up at him. “Take me home, Clark.”
His voice was rough with desire. “Too far. I need you, Lois.” His voice caught. “Now.”
She tried to get her breathing under control. “Here?” No such luck; it came out as a strangled gasp. “Are you serious?”
As one hand continued to stroke her through her panties, he used the other to slip one thin strap of her dress down, baring her breast to him. “I knew it,” he murmured, almost to himself. “No bra.”
She couldn’t help laughing. “And you didn’t even use your X-ray vision.”
His thumb grazed over her nipple. “Didn’t have to. I know your body, Lois.” As she moaned, their location clearly forgotten, he continued, “And I know you want me.”
She reached up to pull his head down to meet hers, and their lips came together for a kiss that left her breathless. Without a word, her hand slid between their bodies, causing his breathing to quicken as she pushed his red briefs down and reached into the slit sewn into his blue suit. His erection sprung from its confines and her soft fingers wrapped around it, eliciting a guttural moan that no one would have guessed could come from the Man of Steel.
And as her fingers trailed over his velvety head to firmly slide up and down his length, the steel was rapidly melting.
Not that she was in any position to judge, though. At this moment, nothing mattered except them being together, and their location was nothing more than an irrelevant detail. After ten years of being perceived as the good girl, she wanted to be bad - even if it was just for one night.
In a fluid moment, he picked her up and took a step backward so she was pressed up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him as he shoved her dress up and her black silk thong over. As his fingers brushed against the wetness between her legs, she moaned softly, and he suppressed a shudder.
Everything about this woman drove him absolutely crazy -- the way she sounded, the way she smelled, the way she felt when she was in his arms.
His lips found hers again, and they lost themselves in a long, insistent kiss, much like the one they had shared in the elevator before the reunion. Only this time, there was nothing to interrupt them, and the kiss intensified to the point where Clark knew if he was human, his legs would have given out.
Finally, Lois broke the kiss, and she looked at Clark with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from their kisses and her breathing erratic.
He searched her face questioningly, but found no fear -- just desire.
“Lois?” His voice was rough with passion.
“Yes,” she said softly, as if she had read his mind. “Make love to me, Clark.”
Their lips met again, and they both moaned as he penetrated her slick folds. Lois sucked in a sharp breath when he began to slowly move inside her, and she felt herself stretching to acclimate to his size. The suit didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination, but this … this was … there was no way to describe it.
All she could do was moan again, and the vibration against his lips, coupled with the feeling of being inside her for the first time, was nearly Clark’s undoing.
He froze, trying to gain some semblance of control, but when Lois clenched around him, he nearly dropped her. She was so hot … so tight … and as many times as he had fantasized about this moment, reality was so much better. They weren’t in a stairwell of the Lexor Hotel -- they were in heaven.
He pulled back to look at her again. His smile was tentative, yet his dark eyes sparkled with radiance as she smiled back. He closed them for a moment, feeling his way, and slowly rocked his hips against her, sliding deeper inside her body.
“Oh God, Clark,” she managed to gasp as he began to thrust into her with an intensity that demonstrated just how out of control he had been all night.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, her tongue sliding across his teeth and then sucking on his lower lip.
Clark nimbly slid her other strap down so she was bare from the waist up, and traced the curve of her breasts with one long finger. As he rolled one rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then the other, she moaned.
And when he dipped his head to lick where his fingers had just been, she gasped.
“Oh God, Clark.”
She sharply sucked in her breath as his teeth gently nipped at the puckered bud.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed.
He raised his head to give her a teasing smile. “Kryptonite couldn’t stop me.”
She moaned again as he continued his assault on her senses. “You sure about that?”
He laughed against her breast. “Even so … what a way to go.”
He straightened up to kiss her lips again, the move shifting their position so she could feel just how deep he was inside her. “Oh God.”
“You like that?” He began to thrust harder. “Come for me, Lois …” He moaned as she clenched around him. “Please … I need to feel you …”
Lois opened her mouth to respond, but the feel of his erection against her throbbing clitoris pushed her over the edge and she felt waves of pleasure washing over her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as she buried her head in his shoulder, her body shuddering with the force of her climax.
It was just the encouragement that Clark needed. He thrust a final time and then began to come, his hot release pouring into her body as they both moaned.
He held her tightly as he continued to thrust into her slowly. “I love you, Lois.” His voice cracked a little as the intense realization of what they had just done washed over him. “You are … I never thought I’d find …”
She understood immediately. “I love you, too, Clark.” She pulled her head back to look into his eyes, emphasizing her words. “All of you.”
His eyes darkened with emotion, but his face broke into a delighted smile. “Well, I’d hope so, considering you just took Superman’s virginity.”
She laughed. “And to think I initially wasn’t going to come to my reunion.”
She focused on breathing evenly as he slid out of her body and lowered her to the floor.
As she smoothed her dress back down, she watched as Clark focused on adjusting himself in the suit, unable to meet her eyes.
“Clark?”
When he looked up, his expression was a little embarrassed.
“I’m sorry… if I got a little…” He winced as he repeated her earlier affront. “… crazy.”
She couldn’t help giggling a little at the look on his face. “Clark? You can get crazy like that any day.”
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know. But your first time shouldn’t have been in a stairwell.” Her brown eyes narrowed in a way that made him think that seductress would have been a more-than-suitable backup career had journalism not worked out for her. “So what do you say we call this a warm-up?”
“A warm-up?” he repeated weakly, feeling his erection perk up as the meaning of her words penetrated his brain with the same intensity he had felt when he slid into her hot, welcoming depths.
“Yeah.” She flashed a come-hither smile. “So what do you say we get out of here and then you can show me exactly how crazy you can get?”
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Here are the story requirements for the ficathon I was writing for:
Three things I want in my fic:
1: Dominant/Jealous Clark!
2: Sex in the suit!
3: Sex with the risk of being caught!
Preferred season: 3/4, post revelation.
Three things I don't want:
1: Romantic links with other characters.
2: Self insertion, too many original characters.
3: Alt worlds, crossovers
Title: The Ten-Year Itch (1/1)
Author: ultrapinky
Rating: NC-17
Category: "Lois & Clark"
Spoilers: "It's a Small World After All"
Summary: It's hard to believe that Mad Dog Lane was really one of the popular kids in high school. After all, hanging with the pretty people doesn't win you Pulitzers. Here's a look at what really happened at her 10-year reunion.
Word Count: 5,285
Notes: This is my first time posting L&C over here. Inflict FDK gently. ;-) Standard disclaimers apply -- they're not mine, but that doesn't mean I don't wish I was Lois and that I'm sleeping with Clark!
A huge thanks to Sue, for riding to my rescue and giving me a reason for Clark to get jealous, to Jessi, for joining me in the baaaaad boat, and to my bat, Lara, without whom I couldn’t have finished this. I can only hope that every writer out there has such an awesome beta.
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Lois Lane won the election for senior-class president by thirty-one votes.
Ten years later, she had more awards than some journalists earn in their entire career - three Kerths, four Meriwethers, seven from the Society of Professional Journalists.
But as she stood outside the ballroom of the Lexor Hotel, nervously brushing a nonexistent piece of lint from her short black dress, all she could think about were the thirty-one votes that could have prevented her appointment to Metropolis High School’s highest post.
It shouldn’t have mattered - but, as Lois had grudgingly admitted to herself in the elevator, high-school reunions rarely brought out people’s rational sides.
She felt her fiancé slip his hand into hers, and turned to see him watching her carefully.
He flashed the smile that was part concerned, part sexy, and totally Clark Kent. “Are you okay?”
She shrugged as she fidgeted with her purse strap. “Why are we here?”
He looked confused. “You checked ‘yes’ on the RSVP card?”
She sighed. “I changed my mind.” When he raised his eyebrows, she added archly, “You didn’t go to yours.”
“I was averting an avalanche in the Alps,” he shot back. “And since we’re not exactly dressed for a mountain search-and-rescue, why don’t we go inside?”
Lois tried one more time. “Want to go back to my place and play search-and-rescue?”
Clark swallowed hard. They had a very flirty, physical relationship to begin with, but tonight there was a definite charge in the air. From the moment Lois had come out of her bedroom in that little black dress, all he wanted to do was take her back in there and remove it.
Ever since he had gotten her back, they had been inching closer and closer toward taking their relationship to the next level, and he was having a hard time - literally - coming up with reasons to turn her down when she said things that had him picturing her in a fur-lined parka - and nothing else.
“Nice try,” he said weakly.
Lois sighed again and finally stepped forward, into the ballroom. She surveyed the room awash in 1980s décor with a mixture of trepidation and disdain, the former because she had already spotted several of her former classmates; the latter because the disco ball suspended from the ceiling was a shoddy throwback to the ’70s - and she had graduated in 1986.
Clark looked at her out of the corner of his eye. It was clear she really didn’t want to be here - and he was pretty sure he knew why.
In their world, she was Lois Lane, award-winning journalist. She was respected and revered, resented and reviled - and she loved every minute of it. But the people in this room knew her ten years ago, when she was their peer.
They knew the Lois Lane who refused to participate in Senior Skip Day, talked endlessly about shattering the glass ceiling, and edited her classmates’ stories on the town roller rink as if she were running The Washington Post.
They knew the Lois Lane who threw herself into every club and activity, but never told anyone she was avoiding going home to her passed-out mother or her distant father.
They knew the Lois Lane who had an insatiable drive, a take-no-prisoners attitude - and co-chairs and assistants instead of friends and confidants.
To this day, only Clark had been allowed to see the real Lois Lane, and he knew she was scared to death that they thought she was the same person she was ten years ago.
“So,” she said, clearing her throat nervously as they threaded their way through the throngs of revelers, “I never asked you … in situations like this, are you a mingler or a clinger?”
Clark looked amused. “Am I what?”
“A mingler or a clinger,” she repeated, looping her arm through his. “Do you hang on the hip all night, or do you prefer to split up and circulate?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by someone behind them.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” a female voice trilled teasingly. “It‘s Madam President herself.”
Clark noticed something flicker in Lois’ eyes, but she pasted on a smile as they turned to face a curvy blonde in a short blue dress, flanked by a tall man with sandy-brown hair.
“Julie! Dick!” Lois exclaimed. “It’s so great to see you!”
The blonde leaned in and hugged her. “How are you doing, Lois?” Her voice lowered sympathetically. “I read all about what happened at your wedding … it’s a real shame.”
Lois smiled up at Clark, and he smiled back. “I’d say things eventually worked themselves out. Julie, this is my fiancé, Clark Kent. Clark, Dick, Dick, Clark.”
The group laughed congenially as Clark shook hands with the Keatons.
Clark looked between Lois and Julie. “So how did you two know each other?”
“We were the closest of friends,” Julie chirped, flashing a saccharine smile at Lois. “If I wasn’t elected to run a committee, it was a safe bet that Lois had beaten me … even if it was only by twenty-one votes.”
Clark snuck a look at his fiancée and wasn’t overtly surprised to see she looked less than thrilled at the reminder of her close call that, in true Lois form, had likely cost her far more in lost sleep than in lost votes. “I heard it was thirty-one,” he pointed out affably. “And I’m sure Lois was a great president.”
Lois smiled at him. “You’re right. It was thirty-one.” As she turned back to Julie, she added, “And, for the record, we didn’t do all the same activities. I won the editor election unopposed.” Her smile grew wider. “Twice.”
“Ditto cheerleading,” Julie interjected with a giggle. “To this day, I still can’t imagine our resident bookworm on top of the pyramid …”
“Hey,” Lois interjected playfully, but with an acerbic undertone that only Clark picked up on, “I would have been a great cheerleader.”
“And you would have copy-edited our stunt book, too,” Julie teased. “Kind of like you did with the student code of conduct.”
Clark couldn’t help laughing at the outraged look on his fiancée’s face. “Sounds like Lois.”
Dick laughed. “You must know her well.”
Clark gave Lois a little smile. “Very well.”
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As they walked away from the bar, Clark turned to face Lois, unable to hide the incredulity in his voice. “That was your best friend?”
Lois shrugged noncommittally. “I wouldn’t say that … Julie and I … we competed in all the same activities, so we got to know each other pretty well … She was one of the popular girls, and I was … an overachiever. So we weren’t best friends as much as we were … I don’t even know how to explain it …”
Clark took a sip of champagne. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer?”
Lois tipped her glass in deference to the man who truly knew her better than anyone. “Exactly.”
He leaned in, his voice low and sexy. “And what about hacks from Nowheresville?”
She flashed a flirty smile. “Never let them go.”
His heart skipped a beat, and he smiled back. “I admit I was a little surprised you were elected editor with no opposition, and twice, no less.”
She looked surprised at the sudden change of subject, but a quick glance his lower body gave an imperceptible indication of why. She had known exactly what kind of effect her little black dress would have even before she put it on, and that, coupled with their verbal foreplay, had her half-wondering why he hadn’t just mauled her in the elevator. It’s not like she would have complained. But for now, she’d play along. “Oh?”
He winked. “It just seems so easy for Mad Dog Lane. And here I thought you’ve always thrived on trouncing the competition.”
She giggled. “I did. Everyone else was too afraid to run against me.” She took a step closer, her voice low and seductive. “Never doubt that I always come out on top.”
Clark swallowed hard as the meaning of her words penetrated his subconscious, sending every last drop of blood in his body rushing southward. “So … exactly how long do we have do stay?”
She placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him from beneath her long black eyelashes. “Why, Mr. Kent, what could possibly be more fun than this?”
His free arm encircled her waist, pulling her against his body. “I have a few ideas.”
A teasing smile quirked at the corner of her mouth. “A few?”
His lips brushed against her ear, and he heard a hitch in her breathing. “Yeah. Like taking off your dress … and your nylons … and your …”
“Hey Lois,” a masculine voice cut in.
Lois spun around to see Joe Malloy standing there. “Joe!” she exclaimed happily. “How are you?”
He gathered her into a warm embrace, and when they broke apart, he gave her an appraising look. “You look incredible. Newspapers have been good to you.”
She couldn’t help smiling at the compliment. From anyone else, it would have seemed insincere, but she couldn’t help but feel as if she were eighteen again and he had just dedicated the winning touchdown to her.
“Advertising has clearly been good to you, too,” she said admiringly. “How’s the firm?”
He shrugged. “A whole lot of work and not a lot of play.”
“You should always make time to play,” she admonished him playfully.
Joe grinned broadly. “Who are you and what have you done with Lois Lane?”
“Good question,” Clark murmured under his breath.
At that moment, Lois seemed to remember she wasn’t alone, and she flushed a little. While she wasn’t available - or interested - there was something attractively unnerving about her old boyfriend looking at her like that. There always had been. And he certainly had aged well - very well.
“Oh, sorry!” she squeaked out as she realized both men were staring at her. “Clark, this is my old friend, Joe Malloy. Joe, my fiancé, Clark Kent.”
As the men shook hands, Joe raised his eyebrows. “Fiancé? You’re domesticated?”
Lois snorted. “Hardly.” She glanced at his hands and noticed he wasn’t wearing a ring. “What happened to … Denise?”
“Debbie,” he corrected. “We got divorced last fall.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said with concern. “How are you doing?”
He shrugged. “She wasn’t the one … and clearly, I wasn’t either, because she was cheating on me with her yoga instructor.” His eyes shifted from Lois to Clark. “You’re a lucky guy. She’s one in a million.”
Clark rested his hand on Lois’ back in a subtle show of possessiveness. “That she is.”
“I never should have let her get away,” Joe continued lightly, taking a drink of beer. “What’s a Romeo without his Juliet?”
“Honors English,” Lois explained quickly when she saw Clark’s eyebrows lift in consternation. “And, if I recall correctly,” she added teasingly, “Romeo’s focus was less on Juliet and more on his plans to play college football.”
“Guilty as charged,” Joe replied, tipping his drink toward Lois in what could only be described as a flirtatious manner. “And you haven’t changed a bit.”
Lois narrowed her eyes. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
He smiled. “Good.” His eyes drifted over her body. “Definitely good.” He looked over at Clark. “Would you mind if I danced with your fiancée?”
Clark wondered if Joe would mind having his teeth kicked in, but he smiled pleasantly. “Of course not.”
He watched Joe take Lois’ arm and lead her to the dance floor, where they began to move to a popular love song from the late ’80s. This is what they must have looked like in high school, he surmised. Two attractive, sophisticated people, talking about things that were light years away from Smallville, Kansas.
What the hell was wrong with him? There was Lois, wearing the engagement ring he had given her, and all he could think about was how good she looked with her ex-boyfriend.
When he saw Joe’s hand move lower to rest on the small of Lois’ back - the same spot where he frequently touched her - Clark felt his champagne glass crumble in his hand.
He hastily set the pieces on a passing waiter’s tray, and shrugged casually when the young man’s eyes widened. “Faulty glass,” he said quickly. “I’m fine.”
He was halfway to the bar when heard Lois’ heart rate pick up, and he looked over to see her staring up at the ceiling, plaster dust raining down right before she opened her mouth to scream.
In a blur of blue, Superman was there, catching the disco ball and floating down to the floor. The music stopped and Lois was surrounded by her classmates, cries of concern echoing throughout the ballroom.
“Superman …” Joe looked confused. “How did you …?”
Clark looked at his fiancée, who gave him a small, private smile. “I’m always sort of … nearby,” he explained, conveying to her with his eyes what he couldn’t say out loud. “Lois and I are … friends.”
He was about to ask Lois if she was okay when he heard a cry for help, and hastily thrust the errant disco ball into one of the waiters’ arms. “I have to go.”
As he flew out of the ballroom, all eyes turned to Lois.
She just shrugged.
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Clark descended in the night sky to Lois’ window and was surprised to see the apartment was dark. He did a quick scan. She wasn’t there, and it was after midnight. His pulse sped up. Where was she?
He did a quick fly-by of The Planet, and then soared toward the Lexor on the off chance that she was still there. He doubted it, considering the reunion had to have ended by now, but where else could she be?
He did a quick scan - and lost enough altitude that the air whooshed out of his lungs.
Sitting at a small table in the hotel bar was Lois. And she wasn’t alone.
In a flash, he was in the hotel lobby. Throwing open the door, he ignored the startled hostess as he crossed the bar in four long strides and stopped in front of their table.
He spoke before thinking. “Lois, what are you doing?”
Startled, Lois pulled her hand away from where it rested atop Joe’s and looked up at him, her eyes widening when she noticed the look on his face. “Superman! Is there something you need?” She emphasized the last word as if to remind him that they were nothing more than professional acquaintances.
He just stood there, arms crossed in his signature pose. She followed his gaze to the wine glasses and cleared her throat. “I … I don’t think I introduced you earlier … Superman, this is my old friend, Joe Malloy.”
Joe stood and extended his hand. “It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Superman. We both played in a charity golf tournament last year, but I didn’t get a chance to talk to you.”
Clark took the proffered hand for a cursory handshake. “Nice to meet you.” His gaze slid back to Lois, who had also risen. “Lois,” he said evenly, “I think Clark would appreciate if I see you home. He’s stuck at the paper, and when he … couldn’t get a hold of you on your cellphone or at your apartment, he was worried … and he asked if I had seen you.”
“I’m fine,” she said somewhat embarrassedly, but relieved that he was sticking with the excuse they had agreed on should something have come up at some point in the evening. “We were just talking about the old days.”
Clark was unmoved. “Surely you can appreciate Clark’s concern, considering it’s past midnight … and … and parking garages can be dangerous,” he trailed off lamely.
Lois’ eyes flashed. “Both you and Clark know I can take care of myself.”
Clark opened his mouth to respond, but Joe jumped in. “I’m sorry, Lois. I shouldn’t have monopolized you all night.”
Lois gave Clark a look before smiling at Joe. “You didn’t. And I’m sure Clark will understand - he had a girlfriend in high school himself. He’s just been protective since …” She made a vague gesture. “You know.”
A muscle in the aforementioned man’s jaw twitched when Joe nodded in understanding, but Lois didn’t acknowledge it, continuing, “Besides, I enjoyed catching up.”
She opened her purse, but Joe leaned in and kissed her cheek. “You better get home. I’ll get this.” He flashed a smile. “It was wonderful to see you again, Lois.”
She smiled back. “It was wonderful to see you, too. Goodnight, Joe.”
As Lois strode out of the bar and across the lobby with a clearly aggravated superhero trailing behind her, she wished that she was the one with the ability to fly, because at this moment, she had no interest in being anywhere near him. She understood Clark had to go save the world - which included her when the disco ball had fallen - but it wasn’t easy lying over and over about how he had to rush out of her reunion to cover breaking news when she had no clue where he’d gone and what the emergency actually was.
And deep down, she knew that some of her classmates didn’t quite believe that she was actually engaged to the reporter whose good looks and affable personality had gained him eligible-bachelor status among the city’s young professionals.
After all, she thought scornfully, she was the one who had steadfastly proclaimed - in print, no less - that first came the Pulitzer, then came marriage - and there was no Pulitzer in sight.
“Lois …”
She didn’t turn around.
“Lois, will you just wait a minute?”
She threw open the door to the parking-garage stairwell and began a fast and furious descent. Clark had the good sense to not try and use his superpowers to beat her to the bottom.
“You know,” he finally yelled at her, “Juliet killed herself over Romeo!”
That got her attention, and she spun around. “What?”
He smirked. “Pretty bad analogy for someone who took Honors English, wouldn’t you say?” A snicker escaped. “I guess you should just be glad he didn’t compare you to Lady Macbeth.”
She turned continued down the stairs. “We’re not discussing this.”
“Lois, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” she threw over her shoulder, her heels clacking loudly on the concrete as she took the stairs two at a time. When he didn’t reply, she swiveled around to glare at him. “That’s what I thought.”
His eyes flashed. “You’re not being fair.”
“Neither are you.” Her voice was biting. “Allow me to review. First, you left me in the middle of my class reuni--”
“There was a train wreck in Vancouver,” he cut in.
“And then,” she went on, as if he hadn’t even spoken, “when I was talking to an old friend, you came storming in like some jealous Neanderthal. Do you realize how crazy you look?”
“Hardly,” he scoffed. “There’s a big difference between old friend and old boyfriend.”
She sounded a little defensive. “There is not.”
“So you’re saying you and your old friend Julie made out under the bleachers, too?”
“Clark!”
“You’re a smart woman, Lois,” he snapped, doing a quick visual sweep of the stairwell to make sure no one could hear them. “And you know as well as I do that he’d like to be a lot more than just an old friend.”
She looked surprised. “What are you talking about?”
“He was hitting on you!”
She looked unconvinced. “Oh, come on.”
“Oh, Lois,” he mocked in a high falsetto, “you haven’t changed a bit. I lay awake at night, tortured that I let you get away.”
Lois rolled her eyes. “First of all, he didn’t say that, nor does he sound like that. And second, I was eighteen, Clark. Why does it matter?” She shook her head in disbelief. “It shouldn’t bother you!”
He crossed his arms. “Forgive me if I don‘t enjoy watching every man in a ten-mile radius undress you with his eyes.”
She let out a short laugh. “Ha. I hate to break it to you, but not every man finds me irresistible.”
His voice was low, but she heard him anyway. “Contrary to all evidence of the last few months.”
Her eyes widened at the indirect reference to Maxwell Deter, and, possibly, Lex Luthor, too. “Is that what this is about?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled unconvincingly.
She gave him a disbelieving look before spinning around and continuing her descent, a bit more forcefully than before, her purse swinging wildly against her hip.
He caught up with her on the landing of the garage's second level, and gently grabbed her arm, forcing her to turn and meet his gaze.
“Lois,” he started.
“Let me go,” she snapped. “We’re not doing this here.”
He let go of her, and they stared at each other for a long moment.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I guess I was … a little … jealous. I saw you talking and laughing with him, and …”
“You have no reason to be jealous,” she said. “We talked about our jobs … he talked about playing football at Miami … It was nothing.”
Noticing the skeptical look on his face, she added, “And even if he does still have feelings for me, I love you, Clark.”
His eyes were dark with emotion. “I know. I just … sometimes I still can’t believe you want … me … especially when you could have had …”
She shook her head as she reached up to touch the side of his face. “I’ve found that farmboys are vastly underrated.”
“Lois,” he said softly, “if I lose you again … I don’t know if I could go on.”
“I’m right here,” she whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“Still …”
He clearly wasn’t getting it, so she did the one thing he couldn’t argue with: She clasped a hand behind his head, bringing his lips down to meet hers. He murmured his approval against her mouth, pulling her closer. She moaned a little and sagged against him as his tongue slid into her mouth and his hands caressed her bare back.
Their bodies came into contact as they devoured one another‘s mouths, their hands wandering everywhere.
Clark gasped as Lois brushed against his rock-hard erection, and he grabbed her hand to thwart any further exploration. She ignored him, pressing her lower body against his and causing him to groan.\
“You’re playing with fire,” he said in a low voice.
She gave him a sultry smile. “You’re the one who lit the flame.”
As her small hand closed over his erection again, his lips came crashing down on hers, and he swiftly turned them, pinning Lois against the wall.
“I think I may die if I can’t have you right now,” he rasped against her mouth.
A low, sexy giggle escaped. “I thought only Kryptonite can kill you.”
His tongue traced the outer shell of her ear. “I was wrong,” he murmured as his hand slid down her body to cup her hip. “So wrong.”
She sighed as his tongue dipped into her ear. “Well … in that case, it’s a good thing …” With his hand between her legs, she was having trouble focusing on what she was saying, and he clearly knew it. “… that you’re …” She moaned as he boldly moved higher, his fingers stroking against the damp satin of her panties.
She tried again. “In that case, it’s a good thing that you’re …” Her voice trembled a little. “Superman.” Her eyes gleamed obsidian as she looked up at him. “Take me home, Clark.”
His voice was rough with desire. “Too far. I need you, Lois.” His voice caught. “Now.”
She tried to get her breathing under control. “Here?” No such luck; it came out as a strangled gasp. “Are you serious?”
As one hand continued to stroke her through her panties, he used the other to slip one thin strap of her dress down, baring her breast to him. “I knew it,” he murmured, almost to himself. “No bra.”
She couldn’t help laughing. “And you didn’t even use your X-ray vision.”
His thumb grazed over her nipple. “Didn’t have to. I know your body, Lois.” As she moaned, their location clearly forgotten, he continued, “And I know you want me.”
She reached up to pull his head down to meet hers, and their lips came together for a kiss that left her breathless. Without a word, her hand slid between their bodies, causing his breathing to quicken as she pushed his red briefs down and reached into the slit sewn into his blue suit. His erection sprung from its confines and her soft fingers wrapped around it, eliciting a guttural moan that no one would have guessed could come from the Man of Steel.
And as her fingers trailed over his velvety head to firmly slide up and down his length, the steel was rapidly melting.
Not that she was in any position to judge, though. At this moment, nothing mattered except them being together, and their location was nothing more than an irrelevant detail. After ten years of being perceived as the good girl, she wanted to be bad - even if it was just for one night.
In a fluid moment, he picked her up and took a step backward so she was pressed up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him as he shoved her dress up and her black silk thong over. As his fingers brushed against the wetness between her legs, she moaned softly, and he suppressed a shudder.
Everything about this woman drove him absolutely crazy -- the way she sounded, the way she smelled, the way she felt when she was in his arms.
His lips found hers again, and they lost themselves in a long, insistent kiss, much like the one they had shared in the elevator before the reunion. Only this time, there was nothing to interrupt them, and the kiss intensified to the point where Clark knew if he was human, his legs would have given out.
Finally, Lois broke the kiss, and she looked at Clark with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips swollen from their kisses and her breathing erratic.
He searched her face questioningly, but found no fear -- just desire.
“Lois?” His voice was rough with passion.
“Yes,” she said softly, as if she had read his mind. “Make love to me, Clark.”
Their lips met again, and they both moaned as he penetrated her slick folds. Lois sucked in a sharp breath when he began to slowly move inside her, and she felt herself stretching to acclimate to his size. The suit didn’t exactly leave much to the imagination, but this … this was … there was no way to describe it.
All she could do was moan again, and the vibration against his lips, coupled with the feeling of being inside her for the first time, was nearly Clark’s undoing.
He froze, trying to gain some semblance of control, but when Lois clenched around him, he nearly dropped her. She was so hot … so tight … and as many times as he had fantasized about this moment, reality was so much better. They weren’t in a stairwell of the Lexor Hotel -- they were in heaven.
He pulled back to look at her again. His smile was tentative, yet his dark eyes sparkled with radiance as she smiled back. He closed them for a moment, feeling his way, and slowly rocked his hips against her, sliding deeper inside her body.
“Oh God, Clark,” she managed to gasp as he began to thrust into her with an intensity that demonstrated just how out of control he had been all night.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately, her tongue sliding across his teeth and then sucking on his lower lip.
Clark nimbly slid her other strap down so she was bare from the waist up, and traced the curve of her breasts with one long finger. As he rolled one rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then the other, she moaned.
And when he dipped his head to lick where his fingers had just been, she gasped.
“Oh God, Clark.”
She sharply sucked in her breath as his teeth gently nipped at the puckered bud.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed.
He raised his head to give her a teasing smile. “Kryptonite couldn’t stop me.”
She moaned again as he continued his assault on her senses. “You sure about that?”
He laughed against her breast. “Even so … what a way to go.”
He straightened up to kiss her lips again, the move shifting their position so she could feel just how deep he was inside her. “Oh God.”
“You like that?” He began to thrust harder. “Come for me, Lois …” He moaned as she clenched around him. “Please … I need to feel you …”
Lois opened her mouth to respond, but the feel of his erection against her throbbing clitoris pushed her over the edge and she felt waves of pleasure washing over her. She bit her lip to keep from screaming as she buried her head in his shoulder, her body shuddering with the force of her climax.
It was just the encouragement that Clark needed. He thrust a final time and then began to come, his hot release pouring into her body as they both moaned.
He held her tightly as he continued to thrust into her slowly. “I love you, Lois.” His voice cracked a little as the intense realization of what they had just done washed over him. “You are … I never thought I’d find …”
She understood immediately. “I love you, too, Clark.” She pulled her head back to look into his eyes, emphasizing her words. “All of you.”
His eyes darkened with emotion, but his face broke into a delighted smile. “Well, I’d hope so, considering you just took Superman’s virginity.”
She laughed. “And to think I initially wasn’t going to come to my reunion.”
She focused on breathing evenly as he slid out of her body and lowered her to the floor.
As she smoothed her dress back down, she watched as Clark focused on adjusting himself in the suit, unable to meet her eyes.
“Clark?”
When he looked up, his expression was a little embarrassed.
“I’m sorry… if I got a little…” He winced as he repeated her earlier affront. “… crazy.”
She couldn’t help giggling a little at the look on his face. “Clark? You can get crazy like that any day.”
A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“I know. But your first time shouldn’t have been in a stairwell.” Her brown eyes narrowed in a way that made him think that seductress would have been a more-than-suitable backup career had journalism not worked out for her. “So what do you say we call this a warm-up?”
“A warm-up?” he repeated weakly, feeling his erection perk up as the meaning of her words penetrated his brain with the same intensity he had felt when he slid into her hot, welcoming depths.
“Yeah.” She flashed a come-hither smile. “So what do you say we get out of here and then you can show me exactly how crazy you can get?”
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Here are the story requirements for the ficathon I was writing for:
Three things I want in my fic:
1: Dominant/Jealous Clark!
2: Sex in the suit!
3: Sex with the risk of being caught!
Preferred season: 3/4, post revelation.
Three things I don't want:
1: Romantic links with other characters.
2: Self insertion, too many original characters.
3: Alt worlds, crossovers