(Upload) Pillow Talk
So, this is a 'thank you' story for sasha_anu! Besides writing me a birthday story, she does the beta for my sometimes nonsensical stories, and she has been really great to me. She's also one talented manager, as anyone on the JL:VS project knows, reigning the plot bunnies in :)
So here it is, as requested! (no pr0n here, aside of what goes inside Lois's mind... sorry!)
Fandom: DC comic-verse/animated-verse mix
Pairing: Clark/Lois
Rating: PG-15.. PG-13? I'm honestly not bothering with this anymore. I never know.
Summary: Sasha wanted to turn Lois into one of us. Lois complied easily enough. Lois proposes Clark a threesome.
Author notes: So, Lois is pretty cool! I had a lot of fun writing this, it would even seem like I can write non-angst! I don’t hate Lois, so this wasn’t hard. I just don’t think she would be with Clark if she had a vote. Anyway, as Sasha requested, Lois thinks Bruce/Clark would be hot. Really, who doesn’t? And if you’re wondering about Clark’s real fantasy, it involved Bruce wearing a Green Lantern ring, Diana and her lasso, and Lois. On the Fortress. Silly Clark, if he had been honest, Lois might have said yes! Beta by sneaky (and fast as the Monarch of Motion!) tmelange
Started on June 5th 2006 at 11:40 pm
Finished on June 6th 2006 at 12:56 am
Pillow Talk
“So,” Lois said, moistening her lips as she ran a hand over her husband’s naked chest. “What’s your secret fantasy?” she asked, a mischievous grin taking over her features.
Clark opened his eyes, his mind still blurry from the evening’s activities. “Secret fantasy?”
“Yeah, you know. The things you want that make you feel a little dirty.” She pinched a dark nipple, her voice turning husky as she said ‘dirty’. She stared into Clark’s eyes and read his silence as embarrassment.
“I… don’t know,” Clark lied.
Lois giggled, easily seeing through the lie. “You’re such a prude, Smallville!” She propped herself onto her elbows, the cover sliding from her shoulders and pooling on her lower back. “You’ve been to distant corners of the universe, you’ve seen the world from up above and down below, you have super senses, you’re invulnerable and almost tireless. You’re a symbol, a legend, you’re Superman! You could have anyone and anything you wanted. You’re telling me,” and the glint in her eyes spooked him a little, the intensity, the knowledge, it almost reminded him of someone else, “that you don’t have fantasies?”
“I already have everything I want,” he said, holding her close.
“Oh no, you’re not feeding me that!” She poked his chest, resting her chin in one hand, looking curious and delighted by his apparent shyness. “You don’t have to perv out on me if you don’t want to, it can be about just us. Is there anything you would want us to do?”
“I, uhm…” Clark fumbled a little with words. “You’re going to laugh at me,” he said, flinching. She just grinned, knowing full well he was probably right. “The moon. I would like to take you to the moon, make love to you in the sand, a full rising Earth behind us.”
She looked at him in disbelief, and he cleared his throat. “There isn’t a lot of gravity there, you know, so it would be kind of interesting…” Her laugh cut him off, and he did his best to look hurt.
“Oh, please!” The look of the charming boy next door, who never missed church or had sex with the lights on, wasn’t fooling her. She knew his kinks full well, and though they were hardly otherworldly, there was no way Clark was being serious.
“Fine. I’ll tell you one of mine,” she offered, snickering again at his ‘dirty’ fantasy, “and we’ll see if we can mix and match, hmm? Have our dreams fulfilled.”
He sat up, intrigued, crossing his hands behind his head. “I live to serve,” he answered, a smile on his lips.
“What about,” and she had the decency to look pensive for a minute, “getting someone else to join us?”
“Another girl? Who do you have in mind?”
“Girl? Darling, you had your chance. You chose sex on the moon, I’m picking a pretty boy.” He raised an eyebrow, both wary and curious. “I’ll be nice too, and I’ll pick someone you’re used to… working with.” She giggled again, pretending to think of someone. “Oh, I know! How about Bruce?”
Clark’s smile froze in place, his heart skipping a beat. “Bruce?” Clark tried to sound casual and failed miserably.
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t feel threatened by him. He already knows your secrets, you know his, I already dated him, and you’re close enough to dating him as it is!”
“I’m not ‘close to dating him’!”
She made a dismissive sound. “I’m married to you, dear, and even I can see it.”
Clark scowled, feeling that Lois had given the idea more thought than he would have liked. “So you’re telling me you would like a threesome with Bruce.”
“A threesome with Bruce on the moon.”
“You’re impossible,” and he finally relaxed enough to laugh. “I don’t think he would agree, though. He’s got intimacy issues and…”
“I could talk to him.”
With that, Clark froze again. He frowned, trying to decide how serious she was. “Lois…”
She looked at him as innocently as he had when he had lied. “…You haven’t talked about it with him already, have you?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Clark.” She kicked the covers and stood up, heading for the bathroom. She turned around by the door, naked, her hair slightly mused, an easy smile in her lips. Clark thought, all disturbing thoughts aside, that she looked beautiful. “Just imagine it: you, him and me. Sculpted bodies, slippery with sweat.” Her eyes took on a far away look that scared Clark just a little. She wasn’t really picturing them, was she? “Piercing blue eyes, soft hair, hungry lips.” Clark’s mouth dried. “He’s pretty flexible, you know?” She finally seemed to look at him again, and smiled. “Of course you know.”
She closed the door behind her and the shower started running. Over the sound of water, Clark could easily hear the smile in her voice. “Think about it, Smallville. I have the boss on speed-dial.”
So here it is, as requested! (no pr0n here, aside of what goes inside Lois's mind... sorry!)
Fandom: DC comic-verse/animated-verse mix
Pairing: Clark/Lois
Rating: PG-15.. PG-13? I'm honestly not bothering with this anymore. I never know.
Summary: Sasha wanted to turn Lois into one of us. Lois complied easily enough. Lois proposes Clark a threesome.
Author notes: So, Lois is pretty cool! I had a lot of fun writing this, it would even seem like I can write non-angst! I don’t hate Lois, so this wasn’t hard. I just don’t think she would be with Clark if she had a vote. Anyway, as Sasha requested, Lois thinks Bruce/Clark would be hot. Really, who doesn’t? And if you’re wondering about Clark’s real fantasy, it involved Bruce wearing a Green Lantern ring, Diana and her lasso, and Lois. On the Fortress. Silly Clark, if he had been honest, Lois might have said yes! Beta by sneaky (and fast as the Monarch of Motion!) tmelange
Started on June 5th 2006 at 11:40 pm
Finished on June 6th 2006 at 12:56 am
Pillow Talk
“So,” Lois said, moistening her lips as she ran a hand over her husband’s naked chest. “What’s your secret fantasy?” she asked, a mischievous grin taking over her features.
Clark opened his eyes, his mind still blurry from the evening’s activities. “Secret fantasy?”
“Yeah, you know. The things you want that make you feel a little dirty.” She pinched a dark nipple, her voice turning husky as she said ‘dirty’. She stared into Clark’s eyes and read his silence as embarrassment.
“I… don’t know,” Clark lied.
Lois giggled, easily seeing through the lie. “You’re such a prude, Smallville!” She propped herself onto her elbows, the cover sliding from her shoulders and pooling on her lower back. “You’ve been to distant corners of the universe, you’ve seen the world from up above and down below, you have super senses, you’re invulnerable and almost tireless. You’re a symbol, a legend, you’re Superman! You could have anyone and anything you wanted. You’re telling me,” and the glint in her eyes spooked him a little, the intensity, the knowledge, it almost reminded him of someone else, “that you don’t have fantasies?”
“I already have everything I want,” he said, holding her close.
“Oh no, you’re not feeding me that!” She poked his chest, resting her chin in one hand, looking curious and delighted by his apparent shyness. “You don’t have to perv out on me if you don’t want to, it can be about just us. Is there anything you would want us to do?”
“I, uhm…” Clark fumbled a little with words. “You’re going to laugh at me,” he said, flinching. She just grinned, knowing full well he was probably right. “The moon. I would like to take you to the moon, make love to you in the sand, a full rising Earth behind us.”
She looked at him in disbelief, and he cleared his throat. “There isn’t a lot of gravity there, you know, so it would be kind of interesting…” Her laugh cut him off, and he did his best to look hurt.
“Oh, please!” The look of the charming boy next door, who never missed church or had sex with the lights on, wasn’t fooling her. She knew his kinks full well, and though they were hardly otherworldly, there was no way Clark was being serious.
“Fine. I’ll tell you one of mine,” she offered, snickering again at his ‘dirty’ fantasy, “and we’ll see if we can mix and match, hmm? Have our dreams fulfilled.”
He sat up, intrigued, crossing his hands behind his head. “I live to serve,” he answered, a smile on his lips.
“What about,” and she had the decency to look pensive for a minute, “getting someone else to join us?”
“Another girl? Who do you have in mind?”
“Girl? Darling, you had your chance. You chose sex on the moon, I’m picking a pretty boy.” He raised an eyebrow, both wary and curious. “I’ll be nice too, and I’ll pick someone you’re used to… working with.” She giggled again, pretending to think of someone. “Oh, I know! How about Bruce?”
Clark’s smile froze in place, his heart skipping a beat. “Bruce?” Clark tried to sound casual and failed miserably.
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t feel threatened by him. He already knows your secrets, you know his, I already dated him, and you’re close enough to dating him as it is!”
“I’m not ‘close to dating him’!”
She made a dismissive sound. “I’m married to you, dear, and even I can see it.”
Clark scowled, feeling that Lois had given the idea more thought than he would have liked. “So you’re telling me you would like a threesome with Bruce.”
“A threesome with Bruce on the moon.”
“You’re impossible,” and he finally relaxed enough to laugh. “I don’t think he would agree, though. He’s got intimacy issues and…”
“I could talk to him.”
With that, Clark froze again. He frowned, trying to decide how serious she was. “Lois…”
She looked at him as innocently as he had when he had lied. “…You haven’t talked about it with him already, have you?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell, Clark.” She kicked the covers and stood up, heading for the bathroom. She turned around by the door, naked, her hair slightly mused, an easy smile in her lips. Clark thought, all disturbing thoughts aside, that she looked beautiful. “Just imagine it: you, him and me. Sculpted bodies, slippery with sweat.” Her eyes took on a far away look that scared Clark just a little. She wasn’t really picturing them, was she? “Piercing blue eyes, soft hair, hungry lips.” Clark’s mouth dried. “He’s pretty flexible, you know?” She finally seemed to look at him again, and smiled. “Of course you know.”
She closed the door behind her and the shower started running. Over the sound of water, Clark could easily hear the smile in her voice. “Think about it, Smallville. I have the boss on speed-dial.”