For Now… Let's Just Have This
By Bren Ren
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Summary: Isis end-scene ep-tag
Rating: Teen—They don't even get their clothes off this time!
Disclaimer: If you'd stop leaving the good stuff on the cutting room floor, we wouldn't have to fix it in fic! You know you like it that, anyway!
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"What took you so long?"
"What?" Clark froze. The daze of the fog from their fall, the kiss that had stolen his breath right out of his mighty chest, vanished a second later.
Lois didn't answer in words, but that slightly shy, slightly impish grin spoke volumes.
She knew.
"You—"
She cut him off with one soft fingertip pressed against his lips. Her smile softened as she stared down at him, silently watching with glowing eyes as her simple, quiet revelation fully dawned on Clark. His own smile wasn't far behind, chasing hers with sparks of wonder, pure joy twinkling between them in their ocular lockdown.
Lois dipped her head down to replace her fingertip with her lips on his. She moved over him slowly as he reached up to thread and tangle his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. He pulled her down, closer and tighter with every beat of their racing pulses. Clark poured all those words he'd fumbled and stumbled over for so long into her with every touch, every stroke, every tender caress.
It was quite some time later that Lois finally dragged herself up for air. After a good couple of steadying breaths, she braved speaking. "We'll talk later." She managed no more than a low, husky sound that was scarcely more than a breathless whisper. "For now… Let's just have this."
Clark gulped back a fierce wave of red-hot desire sparked by the the sultry tone that threatened to shudder through his veins. "Later," he agreed. He moved to sit up and found himself running into Lois's eager mouth lips first, so he wrapped one arm low around her waist as the other hand slid around to clasp the back of her head in his solid grip. Again, he pulled her impossibly close, and this time he shifted them ninety degrees to sitting without breaking contact for even the blink of an eye. As Lois moved her legs to wrap around his waist, Clark slipped his hand down the length of her torso to wrap around the back of her thigh, his long, strong fingers softy digging high inside her thigh just close enough to sense the moist warmth of her arousal—
And then they were standing fully upright and a solid three feet apart.
Lois blinked several times, then shook her head. Then she blinked a few more times. At last she cleared her throat and found something of her voice. "So. That's why it seems like you've got more than two hands all those times we've—" She cut herself off abruptly as she caught Clark's eye glinting with a definite smirk.
"There's plenty more where that came from," he told her; thick, heavy desire pulled his tone lower, deeper, sexier than it had ever resounded. "But not here."
Lois nodded and smoothed her clothes. "Not our first time." That mischievous imp-gleam sparkled in her eyes again, accompanied by one of his favorite Lois-smiles, and it was all Clark could do to keep his feet firmly planted and rooted in place—and not running the short few steps back to devour Lois whole then and there.
"I love you," he told her, smiling indulgently. It was truly the happiest, most joyful smile his handsome face had ever bore, so beautiful that it sparked a tantalizing hint of radiant tears in the corners of Lois's eyes. Lois pulled one corner of her lower lip in between her teeth as she swayed forward slightly.
"Well…" she began slowly. She pulled herself back to the usual fully upright position, standing straight and proud before him. "That's hardly a news flash!"
Clark laughed, and in that bliss-filled flash, he knew beyond all doubt that this was the woman he would one day marry—one day very soon.
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Fin~