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It had been a long day on the Kent farm. Clark had just finished stacking hay bales in the barn when he noticed Lois Lane sitting on the sofa in the living room, her arms crossed and her usual snarky demeanor missing. She looked…uncomfortable.
"Hey, Lois," Clark said as he wiped his hands on his jeans, walking toward her. "You okay?"
Lois glanced up, her face slightly pale. "Fine, Smallville. Just peachy."
Clark raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. Before he could press further, Lois suddenly stood, walked over to him, and grabbed his hand.
"Lois, what—"
She didn’t respond, just tugged him toward the sofa. Clark allowed himself to be led, confusion clouding his thoughts. Lois pushed him down onto the couch with an assertiveness he hadn’t expected.
"Sit," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Clark blinked but complied. Lois stood in front of him for a moment, then, without warning, she plopped herself down between his legs. Her back pressed against his chest, and she leaned her head against the crook of his neck.
"Lois—"
"Shut up," she muttered, clearly irritated.
Clark froze as Lois grabbed his hand and guided it to her lower stomach. Her hand pressed his firmly against her abdomen, and he felt her exhale in relief.
"What are you—?" he began, but the soft sound of her sigh cut him off.
"Your hands are warm," Lois said quietly, almost sheepishly.
Clark swallowed hard. He had no idea what to do. His heart raced as he became acutely aware of how close she was. Her body was soft, and her presence filled his senses. Her hair smelled faintly of vanilla, and he could feel her steady breathing against him.
For a moment, Clark considered pulling away—this was Lois Lane, after all. But the way she relaxed against him, the tension leaving her shoulders, made him hesitate.
"Lois, are you… okay?" he asked gently.
She groaned. "Period cramps. Thought your farm-boy warmth might help. Turns out I was right."
Clark couldn’t help but smile at her bluntness. He decided to lean into the moment, carefully adjusting his hand to provide more pressure on her belly, as she seemed to like it.
Lois sighed again, her body growing heavier against him as she relaxed further. Her breathing slowed, and Clark realized with a jolt that she had fallen asleep.
His initial discomfort melted away as he allowed himself to enjoy the moment. He tried to pretend he didn’t like it, but the truth was, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so…needed. Her trust in him, her vulnerability—it made his heart swell in a way he didn’t expect.
Clark’s free hand hovered awkwardly for a moment before he wrapped it loosely around her waist, holding her close. He leaned his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes, a small, content smile playing on his lips.
As the soft hum of the farm surrounded them, Clark thought that maybe—just maybe—he didn’t mind being Lois Lane’s personal heater.