To be titled later. With solarsteel.

[dp_lois]

Lois Lane hated feeling uncertain about anything. Even if it was over misplaced car keys, which was what she was currently trying to find in her Talon apartment. "Oh come on. There's only so many places they could be," she muttered, pulling up the sofa cushions and checking beneath them

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[solarsteel]

Three days. Well, two full days and the beginning of this one. They'd gone their separate ways on return from Rhode Island, although Clark wasn't sure if it was out of habit or the desire to repress some of the more interesting events that had happened over the course of his 'vacation weekend

[dp_lois]

She froze for a moment, her eyes darting toward the door. She took a deep breath, and straightened. "It's open," she called.

[solarsteel]

He took a deep breathe and stepped inside, closing the door behind him and turning the lock. It wouldn't stop a determined intruder, but something was better than nothing.

Lois looked beautiful, as always, prompting a half smile near one corner of his mouth.

"Having problems?"

[dp_lois]

The turning of the lock made her swallow hard, memories of the night the two of them spent together flooding her mind unbidden. Immediately she felt her cheeks grow warm.

"I can't find my keys," she told him, glancing around. "I've looked everywhere. I think they're just gone."

[dp_lois]

Lois shifted just a little closer, pressing her lips lightly against his. "We have more than that in common," she murmured.

[solarsteel]

It wasn't enough, not by a long shot, but Clark firmly kept himself under control. But at least one of his questions had already been answered. Friday night had definitely not been just an one-time thing.

He slid his hand away from hers, and across to trace the silhouette of her collarbone, the other arm snaking around Lois' waist to anchor her against him.

"I'm all ears."

[dp_lois]

"Well, we're both reporters," she pointed out, determined not let his nearness effect her to the degree she couldn't think. Like she really had control over that. Especially when he pulled her closer, right up against him. "Neither of us gets a lot of sleep..."

[solarsteel]

"True and true," he acknowledged, stepping back out of her reach momentarily, before quietly lifting her into the air and depositing her on the counter nearby, in a move similar to the one he'd used at their first meeting. Looking quietly pleased with himself, Clark nudged her thighs apart so he could stand between them, appreciative at the flexible skirt fabric.

"We're also football fans, and appreciate home-cooked meals."

[dp_lois]

Lois smiled at that, reaching up to unbutton her top even as she leaned in to kiss him again. "Right about here, I think," she answered.

[solarsteel]

"You know, that's beginning to feel familiar," he teased against her lips, before sliding his tongue into her mouth while his hand slid down her torso again and under her skirt, bypassing the thong she was wearing to slip a couple of fingers inside her warmth again and resume the slow, steady stroking.

[dp_lois]

She shuddered, drawing in a breath as she quickly finished unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it somewhere over the side of the bed. Then she slid her arms around his neck, lowering her mouth to his chest and swirling her tongue around one of his nipples.

"Familiar's good, right?" In her opinion it was, considering the familiar feel of his fingers at her core. It was really good.

[solarsteel]

It was his turn to stop breathing, chest tensing up underneath her lips and it was a full five or six seconds before he exhaled a low moan. "Don't stop that," he whispered, sliding a third finger between her thighs and angling all of them further in, enjoying feeling her muscles clench around them.

"Better than good."

[solarsteel]

The stars returned, exploding behind his eyelids as Clark's head fell back, an intake of breath tightening his chest and biceps. Her mouth felt so good that he could barely remember what life was like before she'd shared this amazing gift with him.

"...LOIS!" He growled her name, much as he'd done a few nights prior, and his fingers curled against the bedsheets as an anchor to prevent his hips from lifting up at mach 4.

[dp_lois]

She couldn't help but smile at his reaction. It was good to know she had the same effect on him that he had on her. She squeezed him gently with her hand at the same time as she slid her mouth back and forth over him, letting her tongue explore to give him the same pleasure he'd given her.

Lois turned her gaze to watch him, taking in the expression on his face, at the way his fingers tightened in the sheets. "Let go," she murmured against him.

[solarsteel]

A shudder racked down the length of his body, stomach tensing before his hips did lift, as slowly as he could forcibly hold them back, and a gutteral whimper sounded from his throat. It was beyond anything they'd done, not hesitant because it was a new experience, but more exploration to find out what each other liked.

He really liked this, green eyes going hazy amidst the vibrations caused by her voice. Hips jerked up again, a tiny bit of fluid leaking from his tip.

"...." Clark couldn't even speak, offering another growl instead.

[dp_lois]

She swirled her tongue around his tip, then slid her mouth over him once more, humming low in her throat as she rested one hand on his thigh, attempting to take him farther as she lowered her head even more.

[solarsteel]

"You." He thrust forward again. "Are." Every word was said first in Kryptonian, then repeated in English. "My." Another thrust, a little more brutal than the last, it would probably leave bruising. "Home." Clark was moving as powerfully, as fast as he dared under the circumstances, hips bucking repeatedly down against hers.

It would be all over for him soon, he could feel himself begin to tense in preparation for orgasm, but the approaching storm wasn't entirely physical. His heart didn't feel quite as jagged as it had the previous week.

Because of Lois.

[dp_lois]

The roughness of his actions pierced something deep within her and Lois arched off the bed, her arms winding tightly around him as she screamed his name, shuddering hard as her second orgasm washed over her. "Oh God," she cried out.

[solarsteel]

He was lost, utterly and completely. Somewhere, far, far away from what was happened on the bed, some sane part of Clark's brain marveled at the fact he'd found a woman who didn't mind things a little rough.

The rest of him was too busy trying to attain a modicum of control, hips slamming forward at such a pace that stopping entirely would have been extremely difficult (but one 'no' from her lips and he'd obey).

"Lois--Lois," he repeated, half growling, half pleading, and then nothing but incoherent noise when it hit; tensing over her and shuddering straight through the orgasm.

[dp_lois]

She held onto him tightly, pleasure still flickering through her. Her breathing was ragged and she pressed her mouth to his ear, kissing him there as she shuddered again.

"God, Clark," she whispered, sliding a hand down his back, her legs still wound around his waist.