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Clark tried to listen to whatever Cat was telling him—something or other about the charity Queen Industries was honoring tonight—but he gave up that effort quickly, all of his attention focused on Lois.
She was talking to Ron at the bar, getting their table drinks. She looked gorgeous tonight, as she always did, navy dress cascading to the floor like water.
They had barely spent time together all evening, falling into their practiced professionalism, and gosh he missed her.
He felt the hair at the back of his neck rise as some pretty boy walked up to her across the room. Lois held out her hand but rather than shake it, he gently grabbed it, bending to kiss her knuckles.
“...anyway, it turns out it was his childhood best friend!” he caught the end of Cat’s sentence when his ears stopped ringing.
What were they talking about again? Who cares.
“Uh, Cat, who’s that by the bar?”
She followed his gaze. “You mean the absolute stud chatting up your girl?” He cleared his throat, making Cat giggle. “Relax, Clark. I think he’s just one of Oliver Queen’s friends.”
Great.
He heard what sounded like a car crash, followed swiftly by calls for Superman a few blocks away, forcing him out of his annoyed brooding. “I’ll just be a minute. I, um,” he stumbled out of his seat, tripping over Cat’s on his way to the door for extra effect, “I have to make a phone call.”
He flew back to the gala after clearing what turned out to be a bus crash, which resulted in no fatalities—something he tried not to give himself too much credit for. When he walked back in, tie and glasses returned to their proper places, the Daily Planet’s table was empty. On the dance floor, he saw his obviously drunk co-workers direct inappropriate gestures at each other.
“Nice, guys. Classy,” he joked as he walked up to them. “I wish Perry was here tonight to see this.”
“He’d be proud, I’m sure of it,” Ron laughed.
A slow song poured out of the speakers and couples started to form around him. As they paired off, he saw Lois and that same guy from earlier, the ringing returning to his ears.
“You gonna go get her?” Cat’s voice broke through, but he was already moving. “Atta boy,” he heard behind him.
The man’s hand was drifting down Lois’ back when he reached them.
“May I cut in?” He let his Superman voice slip out a bit.
Lois’ eyes beamed at him. “I’ll send it to the top,” she directed at her former dance partner, who gave a rather pretentious bow before departing.
Her hands on him as they swayed were grounding, making him feel normal for the first time in hours. “I was wondering when you were gonna pop back in.”
He brought her hands around his neck, replacing his at her waist. “Oh, you noticed that?”
“Of course I did, Smallville,” she smirked at him. “Anything to worry about?”
“Nah. Superman’s suit didn’t even get stained, or so I hear,” he grazed her sides with his fingers, getting less professional every second.
She raised her eyebrows and wiped at his jaw. “It didn’t, you said?” He saw the dirt smudge on her finger. “You need to be more careful, Clark.”
“Not everyone has your attention to detail, Miss Lane,” he defended, hoping his flirty tone would distract her from how right she was.
She gazed at his lips. “No, I guess not.”
“So, what did the stiff want,” he brought his mouth to her ear. “Other than you.”
“You know, the diamond ring’s a little tough to miss, but I must say, I think he did miss it,” she smiled up at him.
It was taking everything in him not to kiss her, his fiance, in front of everyone.
“He was trying to butter me up,” she explained.
“Was he,” Clark’s grip on her waist tightened, their bodies moving closer as they rocked from side to side.
“Mmm,” she hummed lowly. “Wants the Planet to publish a piece on him, how generous he is, blah blah blah. Really, he was harmless.” He swallowed, unconvinced. “What, don’t tell me you’re jealous, Clark.”
She could always do that—read him so perfectly.
“Jealous? I don’t get jealous, Lois,” he lied through his teeth.
“If you say so.”
“Are you going to, uh, send it to the top?”
“Hell no.” She slid her hands down to his lapels. “You look good in a suit, if I didn’t say it already tonight.”
He felt his cheeks heat up at her compliment, the way they always did under her attention. He knew why so many people were drawn to her, and of course he understood it—that didn’t mean he liked it.
“Oh, this old thing?” he shrugged.
“This old thing,” she confirmed, eyes crinkling in amusement. “The one with the cape,” she whispered. “Nothing.”
He stared at her lips, licking his own. “You want to get out of here?”
Sixty seconds later, he was inside of her, fucking her roughly against their apartment door as she moaned his name.
It has nothing to do with jealousy, he told himself.
***
“You must be quite the reporter, getting so many exclusives with Superman,” a male voice said to Lois.
“The Pulitzer Prize board would agree,” she responded.
He smiled. That’s my girl.
Superman had just saved downtown Metropolis—again—and a couple of kids wanted pictures. He wasn’t going to let the conversation happening a few feet away distract and bother him. He wasn’t jealous. He didn’t get jealous. He simply…looked out for her. At least that’s what he had said in the years before they got together.
“We could give you a lift in the truck, if you wanted,” he said. “Wouldn’t want you hurting your feet in the rubble."
Clark glanced back and saw the firefighter the voice belonged to, the one who was flirting with his fiance instead of doing his job.
But Lois wasn’t just Clark’s fiance, she was Superman’s. And the world couldn’t know that, but hey, maybe a little speculation wouldn’t hurt. Their public interactions always got the rumor mill spinning like a twister.
“Miss Lane,” he approached them after excusing himself from the rest of the crowd.
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Superman.”
“I’m about to head uptown. How about a lift back to the Daily Planet?” He appreciated the gasps and ooo’s around them.
“Alright, Luke,” Lois addressed him as she walked up to Clark. “Tell your chief he still owes me 50 bucks from last month’s poker game.”
Lois jumped into Clark’s arms and he floated off the ground, carrying her bridal style.
“Thanks for your help today, Luke,” he called down, giving his best “hero nod,” as Lois dubbed it, before taking flight.
“I don’t get jealous, Lois,” she repeated his words from the charity gala, doing a terrible impression of him when they reached a higher altitude.
“I’m just saving you a trip,” he said innocently.
She laughed at his defense. “Well, I thank you for your service.”
She started kissing and sucking at the skin under his jaw.
“Lois,” he warned.
“What, you can mark your territory but I can’t mark mine? Besides, we’re high enough off the ground, no one can see.” She continued her kisses and his grip on her became tighter as he tried not to lose sight of the Planet. “Drop me off on the roof?”
He landed and set her down softly. “I wasn’t marking my territory.”
You totally were, a voice in his head said.
She eyed him up and down. “Well, either way,” she trailed her hands down the front of his suit, bringing them to a rest at his golden belt. “Thanks for the ride.”
He backed her into the corner, secluding them from potential onlookers in surrounding buildings, finally bringing his lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues brushed and he angled his head as the kiss became more desperate, needy. After the chaos of the day, this was grounding. Necessary.
Lois’ touch made him shiver and he broke away from her before they got too lost in each other and risked actually blowing their cover. If an intern inevitably stepped out for a smoke break and interrupted their little universe, well, it wouldn’t be the first time.
“Anytime,” he lightly smacked her ass. “See, there’s no need to hop on any firetrucks.”
“No, there’s not,” she smiled, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. “This,” her fingers grazed his lips, “we’re finishing after work.”
He would never, could never be finished with her. The more he had of her, the more he wanted, and there was always more growing between them—even after all their years together, exploring every part of each other.
“Back in a flash,” he winked before taking off, stumbling into the lobby elevator only a moment later, adjusting his tie.
***
Lois splashed around in the pool, baiting him to join her. They were having a stay-cation at the Metropolis Hotel, finally using up some vacation days that wouldn’t roll over.
He held up his book from the lounge chair and adjusted his glasses, keeping them on even now.
He picked up on obnoxious frat boy speak near him and saw a group of guys who couldn’t be old enough to drink yet gawking at Lois.
“You sureeee you don’t want to come in?” She held herself up on the edge, giving him an excellent view of her cleavage. She was in his favorite bikini, bright red, with her dark hair falling around her. She looked like a mermaid—or a siren—beckoning him to a twisted and wonderful fate. One he didn’t want to resist.
He put his book down and joined her at the edge of the pool, dipping his feet in. Lois’ smile was worth the chance of his disguise slipping off.
She disappeared beneath the water, rising again, smoothing her hair over her head.
“You’re still too dry, Mr. Kent,” her tone was serious. “Here,” she spilled some water on his right leg. “Here,” on his left. “And especially here,” she reached her hand up, sprawling it against his torso, sending electricity coursing through him.
His hands grazed her arm, fingers trailing over skin already covered in goosebumps. “Well how do you suggest we fix that?”
Lois snatched her hand away, accidentally brushing his crotch on the way down.
“I’ll just pull you in.”
He grinned at her determination. “Go ahead,” he taunted. More often than not, he let her have her way with him, maneuver him however she pleased. It was fun to make her work at it for a change.
Despite her valiant efforts, she was not able to pull, push, or shove him into the pool.
After swimming for a while longer, she made her way out, meeting him back on their lounge chairs as water slowly dripped down her body.
“Bro, she’s hot but she’s totally old,” he heard one of those boys say at the other end.
The taller one hit his shoulder. “An old babe. I’d do her.”
“Yeah, I guess she’s a MILF. She’d definitely show you things, ya know.”
Yes, I know, you little jerks, Clark thought. Like how to be a better man, what true love feels like, how ecstasy and turbulence and peace can all coexist. She can show you the stars and the cosmos without her feet ever leaving the ground. You, young douchebags, do not know, and never will.
He nearly burned them with his heat vision as Lois dried off next to him, eyeing him suspiciously.
Okay, so maybe he got a little jealous. Of billionaires, firemen, and, yes, even barely post-pubescent assholes.
Part of him always knew he did, even back when he told people he was just having her back, being a good friend.
He loved her, more than he ever thought it was possible to love someone. And he loved that the world adored her just as much as he did.
But why did that world have to include them?
“I think you have a fan club,” he nodded in the group’s direction.
Lois turned, giving them a friendly wave—the highlight of their life.
Obviously nothing was going to happen there, but still, he couldn’t stop himself.
Call it male pride or ego or fine, jealousy, but she was his fiance and the world would do well to remember that.
“I hope you’d be the president of such a club,” she tossed the damp towel onto him.
He placed it on the chair and stood up. “You know I am.”
He cupped her cheeks in his palms, kissing her sensually, deeply, and definitely way too much for such a public setting. He licked into her mouth and she hummed against him, her hands roaming his back as his got lost in her damp hair. The feeling of Lois’ body reacting to him made him feel more powerful than lifting a car ever did.
“Clark Kent,” she huffed out, skin flushing across her chest and neck. “Take me upstairs.”
He glanced behind her, seeing the boys look around awkwardly—much to his personal satisfaction.
“Now,” she added, pressing her body closer to his, as if more temptation was necessary.
He brought his lips to hers again. “Yes, ma’am.”
*
“You weren’t jealous back there, were you?” Lois teased him as he kissed across her shoulder, spreading her legs wider and burying two fingers in her wet heat.
Their swimsuits and bags littered the floor of their hotel room, forming a trail to the bathroom where Clark had her hips pressed against the sink. They hadn’t made it all the way to the shower like he had intended.
He tugged on her hair at the base of her skull, making eye contact with her in the mirror. “Nope.”
“One day I’ll get you to admit it,” she hissed as he toyed with her nipple.
He removed his fingers from her entrance, holding them in front of her to suck on, which she did with fervor. When he finally thrust into her, they both exhaled with relief, her moans vibrating around his skin in her mouth.
He kissed and bit at her ear before focusing on her pulse point. “Today’s not that day.”
***
Lois Lane was a nice person.
In fact, she was the best person Clark knew.
She acted like a cynic from the moment they met, but deep down, he always saw her gentle grace, how pure her heart was.
So of course, she would be welcoming to the new transfer from The Daily Star. Tough and firm, never sugar coating anything, but still warm. He’d expect nothing less from the woman he loved.
But darn it sure made his blood boil.
This new reporter was suave, confident, and looking at Lois in a way that was not at all appropriate for the workplace.
Throughout the day, Clark kept bumbling closer and closer to Lois. An “excuse me, Miss Lane,” as he bumped into her outside of Perry’s office, a “let me get that,” after he accidentally spilled iced coffee on her blouse (earning him a smirk and an eye roll). But he wasn’t marking his territory as Lois has said before. He was Superman for Pete's sake. He was above that.
That afternoon, after a minor incident outside of STAR Labs, Clark flew back to the Planet only to see the man sitting in Lois’ chair as she leaned against her desk, that familiar ringing in his ears returning.
They had done some very unprofessional things to each other in that chair just a few nights prior. And now this guy had the nerve to casually invade their late-night-office sex spot?
“Clark,” she waved him over. “This is–”
“Miss Lane, I have a lead I could use your help with,” he internally cringed at his interruption. The words had flown out of his mouth before he could stop himself. “That’s where I, uh, just came from,” he added lamely.
She raised her eyebrows to the ceiling, letting him know she saw right through him, like she always had.
He mirrored her expression, feeling bold, daring her to question his whereabouts in front of the new hire.
He felt his cheeks flush as Lois’ gaze swept over him, sucking in her cheek in contemplation.
“Alright.” She hopped down and followed him as he walked down the hall. He tried not to think about what his mom would say to his poor treatment of the man, not even acknowledging him before leaving the room.
“So, what’s this lead of yours?”
Usually he found their work charades fun. He was in no mood for them now.
“Just follow me.”
Lois trailing behind him for once? Now that was fun.
“Trying to get me away from Perry’s newest pet, Smallville?”
Yes. “No.”
He found the storage closet he was looking for—their former late-night-office sex spot—and pulled Lois in with him, locking the door behind them.
Lois scoffed, more dramatically than he felt was necessary. “You don’t even know his name, do you?”
“I don’t need to,” he knelt to the floor, hands reaching beneath her skirt and rolling down her underwear, a pink lacy pair he found himself daydreaming about during too many staff meetings. Her pupils grew in size as she watched him and he felt the skin beneath his touch form goosebumps. “You wear these for him?” She stepped out of them and he shoved the bunch of fabric into his ill-fitting blazer.
“How’d you know?” She placed a hand on his shoulder as he bit at her inner thigh, caressing it and bringing it by his neck. He kissed upward slowly, running his tongue closer to her apex. He could feel her shaky breaths as her body trembled in anticipation. She reached for his glasses, putting them on as if they were her own. Clark felt himself twitch at the sight.
“Jealous?” Her eyes glistened with joy, depravity, the glorious certainty that she was right. It was a look she sported often.
And a satisfaction he wouldn’t give her now.
“No.” He brought his face a mere millimeter away from where she was aching, moving back when she arched her hips forward, maintaining his distance.
“Clark, please,” she begged in a whisper.
He gazed up at her innocently, as if he didn’t have her exactly where he wanted her. “Please, what?”
She rolled her eyes and tugged him forward by his hair. He laughed against her before licking into her, evoking a hiss above him. He lapped between her entrance and clit before sucking it into his mouth, making her whine and tug on his hair with a death grip.
They had done this a thousand times before and he knew exactly what got her going, what made her tick. He had gotten to know her body like a playbook—reading it, practicing it, committing it to memory—drawing on his old football skills. He could make her climax in just moments if he wanted to.
But why cut his favorite meal short?
He licked through her folds as she groaned, chasing more friction again. He grabbed at her waist, holding her still.
“Clark Kent, so help me,” she muttered.
He hummed against her clit, knowing she’d feel the vibrations. He pulled back to wet two fingers in his mouth, admiring her dazed state.
“Lois.”
She looked down at him like she always did when it was just the two of them—like she couldn’t believe he was real. With their eyes locked, he shoved his fingers inside her, burying them all the way immediately, just how she preferred it, causing her to whimper and arch her back.
She bit her lip to stifle a moan and he returned his mouth to her, sucking and licking over her clit as he fucked her with his fingers, pumping into her again and again.
“Fuck,” Lois bit into her hand as she came undone around him, writhing against him.
He smirked against her, kissing and licking as she calmed down, only removing his fingers when she pushed him away.
She fell to her knees, joining him on the ground and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. He groaned into her mouth, the skin all over his body tingling.
He sharply inhaled when she tugged his bottom lip between her teeth.
“Lois, we can’t,” he said against her lips when her hand grazed his bulge, hard as a rock and throbbing with need that would have to wait. “We’ve been gone too long.” Lois kissed him again. “Can’t have people,” his will was dissolving, “thinking things.”
“Let them,” she reached for his belt. “I want you inside me.”
He pinned her arms to her sides, blushing as he rested his head against her neck. “We’re at work,” he chose to ignore the irony of his words.
He lifted her onto her feet, helping her back into her underwear as he rose himself.
“Your loss,” she breathed out.
“Trust me, I know.” His grin widened and he kissed her before taking his glasses back. “You look hot in these.”
He put them back on, trying to return himself to his regular Daily Planet state. Lois combed her fingers through her hair and smoothed her hands over her clothes.
“So do you,” she pulled him down by his tie, giving him one last kiss.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight. Promise.”
“You better.” She winked and slapped his ass before turning and opening the door.
Clark chuckled to himself and messed up his hair even more, figuring it could only help his disguise further.
“Richard!” Lois cleared her throat as brightness filled their tiny hiding spot.
So, that’s his name, Clark thought as he saw the new reporter standing shellshocked in the hallway.
“Uh, keep up the good work, Kent,” Lois said awkwardly before darting back to her desk.
Clark knew his attempt to suppress his smile failed.
“Richard,” he finally greeted, nodding at the man.
He grinned the whole walk back to the bullpen.
***
“Another dead end, shit weather, and a sorry excuse for a cafe that apparently doesn’t believe in sugar,” Lois grimaced, taking a sip of her coffee. “Happy Monday.”
In the blink of an eye, Clark held out three sugar packets from their apartment.
Her eyes softened. “Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
The lead they were chasing for a Stagg Industries story wasn’t exactly panning out. And she was right about the weather. It had been cloudy and gray the entire day but no storm had hit—the exact weather Lois hated. Endless anticipation with no payoff.
“If it’s gonna rain, then rain,” she had said exasperatedly, “what the hell is this in between bullshit?”
They made their way out of the coffee shop and into the humid air, Clark’s glasses immediately fogging up.
“Lane?”
Both reporters whirled around in the direction of the voice, and Clark swore he heard Lois’ heart skip a beat.
“Jesse,” Lois squeaked before awkwardly hugging the man.
“You’re a long way from the barracks,” he teased.
“I could say the same about you.”
Clark eyed Lois expectantly. The humidity seemed to be rising by the second, making the air around them thicken.
What was it with men in uniform falling at her feet?
“Uh, Clark, this is Jesse. Jesse…” she trailed off.
He clumsily extended his hand and lowered his head. “Hi, Clark, um, Clark Kent.”.
“Ah, so you’re the reporter The Hurricane’s always writing stories with,” Jesse eyed Lois suggestively as she nervously laughed and fiddled with her ring behind her back. “Woah, strong grip there, pal,” he chuckled before Clark retracted his hand.
“So, uh, how do you two…” Clark trailed off as the ringing in his ears became piercing and he placed a hand on Lois’ lower back.
Lois had never mentioned a Jesse before, and he liked to think he was aware of all of the boys from her past.
“Umm,” Lois scratched at her neck.
“Old friends,” Jesse said as Lois cleared her throat.
Was it just Clark or did this guy have an extremely punchable face?
“Wh-what are you doing in town? And don’t try to flatter me,” Lois shifted into her serious interview voice. “I know it’s not to see…an old friend.”
He looked between them guiltily. “Ah, you caught me. The General called me in. Classified, you know how your dad is.”
General Lane and Clark had a rocky relationship, to say the least. He thought Superman was too much, Clark Kent too little. Whatever he had to deal with where his future father-in-law was concerned, it was nothing compared to everything he put Lois through growing up.
“Guess I’ll see you around the city. Glad I ran into you,” Jesse hurriedly excused himself before The Hurricane could strike, disappearing behind them.
“Old friends?” Clark raised his eyebrows at Lois.
She rolled her eyes and dragged him into the alley next to the cafe.
“Clark, you don’t need to be jealous.”
“Lo–”
“No, listen just,” she pushed on. “Let me explain. I know I never told you about him, but,” she took a deep breath. “It was a summer thing. I was 17 and I thought I loved him. One night, the General caught us. Jesse was transferred the next day. Dad’s golden boy gone, just like that.” Lois shook her head in frustration and paced around him. “He has always tried to control my life. I was racking my brain trying to figure out why Jesse would be here and now why the General would send for him,” Lois stopped, getting lost in her own head for a moment.
Clark knew to stay quiet when her mind was running a marathon like this.
“Is there something big happening here? Does it have something to do with Stagg Industries? Or nothing at all and he’s just trying to swoop in and…,” she let the unfinished thought hang in the air. “Is it Superman? Maybe it’s because he knows how happy I am and that no matter how much he tries to get between us, I am marrying you–”
Clark cut her off with the crash of his lips, dropping his briefcase on the ground to push her up against the wall. Lightning that refused to strike down from the sky passed between them as his tongue slipped between her lips.
“Honey,” she huffed out, questioning.
Her eyes searched his and he couldn’t stop the smile spreading on his face.
“I love you.”
“Wh–” A rain drop fell on Lois’ cheek and they both looked up at the intrusion.
As if on cue, a downpour of biblical proportions overtook the city, soaking them instantly.
Cutting through the symphony of shrieks and yells of people on the nearby sidewalks rushing to find shelter, was Lois’ laughter. The sound was invigorating, infectious. He could stand in the rain forever as long as she was next to him.
“Well, Smallville,” she ran her hands through his drenched hair. “You gonna kiss me or what?”
Clark hiked up her skirt and she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, rolling her body against his. She moaned against his mouth as his tongue parted her lips, pawing at her drenched blouse.
“You’re sexy, all possessive like this,” Lois panted as he sucked on her pulse point.
“I’m not possessive,” he thrust forward, his erection rubbing against her, causing her to tug on his hair.
“Sure, Super Stud,” she taunted.
Clark pulled back, keeping an iron grip on Lois’ thigh and waist. “I’m just trying to keep you warm.”
She gazed down his torso, rolling her hips as her eyes moved lower, looking at him like he was her last meal on earth. “Then do it.”
Within moments, he was buried inside of her wet heat, pumping into her as she clutched at his neck. She was so tight and fire hot. She felt like home.
He swallowed her sighs and moans through the rain as they made love against the wall.
“Lo,” he panted.
Her breath hitched as her walls clenched around him. “Clark,” she moaned, clinging to him.
He followed her over the edge, their breaths syncing as they came down.
For a moment, it felt like they were the only two in the universe.
A cab honking from the street reminded him they weren’t.
“Take me home,” Lois whispered.
Gladly.
***
+ 1.
“Really? Nothing?” Lois called from the bathroom.
Clark rolled his eyes as he unloaded the dishwasher. They had attended the Planet’s annual correspondence dinner and supposedly Mark from City Hall had spent the entire evening flirting with her, not that she ‘paid it any mind.’
She only mentioned it to Clark before they left, in the cab ride home, in the elevator, and again now.
“I don’t know what you’re expecting, Lois,” he called back. “That kind of thing doesn’t bother me.”
She always liked to do this. Push his buttons, get a rise out of him. He wasn’t going to give in.
“You’re impossible,” she lamented, walking back into the kitchen in her pajamas.
“Lo, I knew nothing was going to happen.”
She hopped onto the counter next to him, narrowing her eyebrows. “How did you know that?”
“Because Mark’s an idiot,” he reached above her to put away a plate, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo, lingering near her longer than the chore required.
Lois swallowed and Clark hid his smirk as he continued with the dishes.
“Maybe I want him for his body,” she crossed her arms.
Of the two of them, she was definitely the impossible one. “Yeah, okay, Lois,” he scoffed.
“The thought doesn’t bother you? It doesn’t eat away at your nice, farmboy guise?”
She was just trying to rile him up and it wasn’t going to work. If his movements became the slightest bit more aggressive as she spoke, it was completely independent of her words.
“That I might like the extra attention from our colleagues and first responders and the occasional billionaire. Not to mention my ex-boyfrie–"
Clark slammed the dishwasher shut, startling Lois, her pulse racing.
“You don’t,” he said calmly. “You don’t want any of them or their bodies.”
Lois bit her lip. “And why is that?”
She had him exactly where she wanted him. Didn’t she always?
He chuckled dryly and rubbed his jaw. She wanted unfiltered honesty, void of his farmboy guise. That’s what she’d get.
“Because you like mine.”
“Yeah?” She shifted, spreading her thighs on the counter. He took the invitation, stepping between her knees.
“Yeah,” he spoke lowly, right into her ear. “You like how strong I am.”
She hummed as her legs tightened around him and he ran his hands down her arms. “Tell me more.”
“You like how I can read you like a book. That I can hear your heartbeat from miles away and sense the moment it starts pounding.” Exactly how it was right now. He felt down her toned thighs, goosebumps trailing his touch. “You like how powerful it is, how hard.”
He pulled her to the edge and she hissed as she felt his desire, bucking her hips. She angled her head to kiss him, but he moved away, teasing, and her breaths only grew heavier.
“You like that I can take you anywhere you want. To the stars.” He whispered into her neck, sending shivers down her spine that had her arching toward him. “And most of all,” he slid his hands beneath her pajama shorts, toying with the lacy edges of her underwear. “You like that I fuck you better than anyone else who’s looked your way could possibly dream of.”
Lois’ breath hitched at the rare curse. He used profanity sparingly but when he did, it turned her on beyond belief.
“Please,” she whimpered, tugging at the front of his t-shirt and digging her heels into his backside. “I need you.”
“That’s right, you need me,” he cupped her face so she was forced to look him in the eye. “Not anyone else.”
Lois shook her head in agreement and yanked him toward her, immediately licking into his mouth, electricity surging. She lifted her hips and Clark carried her to their bedroom, their lips never parting.
They collapsed onto the bed and he kissed down her neck and chest, dragging the neckline of her tank top down, exposing her breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
“Clark,” she wiggled beneath him, trying to shimmy out of her shorts. He pulled them and her underwear off in one fell swoop.
“Take off your clothes,” she commanded, rolling her tanktop over her head and tossing it aside. “What?”
He hadn’t moved a muscle. “Just let me look at you for a second.”
The flush on her skin reddened to a sunburn.
She could talk a big game all she wanted, but he knew he was the only one who had this effect on her. And it was his favorite superpower.
Clark stripped off his shirt, tossing it next to Lois’ side of the bed for later, when she inevitably got cold and exasperatedly put it on before finally being able to fall asleep.
“Like what you see?” He asked as Lois pushed herself up the bed, resting against his pillow.
She feigned contemplation. “I think I need to see more of the merchandise before I reach a final verdict.”
Clark fought his smile and removed the rest of his clothes before crawling over her as she spread her knees to accommodate him.
“How about a test drive?”
She hummed against his lips, their mouths swallowing the sounds of the other’s groans as he entered her.
Her nails scratched up and down his back as he picked up the pace only slightly, her hips meeting his with every thrust.
“How’s this?” He teased, her heartbeat a drum in his ears.
“I don’t know,” she huffed out. “I guess I was expecting a bit more horsepower.”
God, this woman.
Clark reached above her, clamping his hand down on their headboard for stability. “Hold on tight, Lane.”
Her eyes sparkled and god. This woman.
He doubled his efforts, pistoning his hips as Lois’ moans and cries filled the room, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing.
“Fuck, Clark,” Lois breathed out with a laugh, wrapping her legs around him.
He kissed beneath her ear, anticipating how her toes would curl against his back. “How about now?”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Lois pulled his head down with the power of a hundred yellow suns and kissing her felt like flying beneath them.
Her walls tightened around him and he tumbled over the edge with her, hearing a faint screech through the glorious haze, almost like steel bending.
He blinked a few times, his vision clearing as he looked up. He was met with the sight of scrunched metal at the center of their headboard. Great.
Clark swallowed and moved out of Lois, causing her to whine and follow his gaze. Switching from wood to metal was supposed to stop this problem, now what were they left to do?
Lois’ laughter cut through his woes. “Nice work, farm boy.”
He chuckled too and lay next to her, bringing her against his side as her fingers swirled shapes against his chest.
After a few moments, he broke their comfortable silence. “I do get jealous, Lois,” he said softly. “You know I do. And I know I don’t need to, but I can’t help it.”
She leaned up and kissed him slowly. “Thank you for your honesty.”
He brought his hand up to hers, tangling their fingers and fiddling with her ring.
“I fell in love with you before I knew about your powers, you know that right?”
Clark beamed and saw the feeling reflected in Lois’ face.
“Yeah, Lo. I do,”
She squealed as he pulled her on top of him, her knees straddling either side.
“But they don’t hurt,” he added.
Her gaze swept down his face, his chest, his torso, reaching between his legs where his cock was hard once again.
Lois sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“No, they do not.”