Title: Burn
Pairing: Lois and Clark
Author: vikinggoddss
Rating: M
A/N: Thank you to my bud Jenna (Angel's blue eyed girl) for beta reading this for me. You're the best Jen!
Disclaimer: Don't own any characters. They're all property of DC comics and the WB/CW.
This takes place in Season 6 between Hydro and Crimson. It's a blend of cannon and A/U/.
Part 1 It was just a kiss...
A dark alley in the middle of Metropolis:
Lois was struggling with a big burly guy who had her locked in a death grip from behind, when all of a sudden he was there…dropping in from nowhere.
"Let her go," he said, all powerful.
He tossed her attacker across the alley as if the guy weighed no more than an ounce. Lois eyed him from the ground as he pulled out one of his trusty arrows. He turned and pointed it at Jimmy's attackers, but those cowards fled the scene as soon as he took aim.
Lois bit her lip as she gathered her courage for what she was about to do. He held a hand out and Lois placed her much smaller one securely in his. He pulled her up with little or no effort and she smiled.
Jimmy grabbed his camera as Lois moved closer to the man in green leather. "Your secrets safe with me, Oliver," she said and then she did the totally unexpected…she kissed him.
A moment later…
Clark Kent was on fire as he zipped away from the alley and around the corner of the building. He pulled off the Green Arrow hood and glasses that Oliver had given him and gasped for breath, dazed and confused at his response to the massively hot kiss Lois had just laid on him.
What the hell was that?!
Lois kissing him had been a surprise, yeah, but what had really tilted his world on its axis, had been his response to it. He hadn't pushed her away. Instead he'd opened his mouth and kissed her back! And what a kiss! It had nearly blown the top of his head off right there in the alley with Olsen snapping pictures of it—them and everything. The only thing that had stopped that kiss from going any further, had been Lois herself when (he believed) it had finally dawned on her that he was not Oliver. And then of course, there'd been Oliver himself crashing the party with "that was a hell of a thank you." Oliver showing up mid-save had been planned. But, what hadn't been planned was the kiss he'd walked in on. Clark hadn't missed the somewhat pissed off look Oliver had shot him either and he sure as hell hadn't missed Lois's reaction to feeling duped. She'd smacked him so hard that had he *not* been made of steel, (he was pretty sure) his ears would be ringing for the next month or so!
He could still hear them in the alley as Lois told Oliver that it had been "Just a hunch." To the blonde's question of "Did you just call him Oliver?" Shaking his head and trying to wipe the memory of that kiss from his mind, Clark blurred away; but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't outrun what it felt like to taste Lois Lane for the first time. And once he admitted it was only for the first time—he couldn't help but want a second time…
The next day:
The day had started off badly. Clark had returned Oliver's equipment and the blonde billionaire had not been shy about asking Clark why he'd been kissing his girlfriend last night.
Clark flushed. "It—well—it just happened. She kissed me." He knew it was lame as far as excuses went, but he really didn't have another.
"And you kissed her back," Oliver returned.
Clark flushed an even deeper shade of red because he couldn't deny it—at least not with Oliver standing right there. He'd done a whole lot of denying last night, but now…He shook his head. "It won't ever happen again," he said instead of offering another excuse.
"Sure about that?" Oliver asked; his brow arching.
Clark's eyes widened. How did he…? He coughed. "Uh…yeah, I'm sure. Unless you want me to dress up as Green Arrow again…" he taunted, trying to play down his reaction in the whole drama, "I don't think Lois and I will be…um…doing any more kissing in the near future."
Oliver stared at him for so long without saying anything, Clark almost began to shuffle his feet. "What?" he finally asked.
Oliver shrugged. "Nothing," he replied, but Clark saw something in his eyes—something that bothered him. Oliver looked worried and maybe still a little bit jealous, too. "I'm just wondering if you really believe that or if you're just saying it because you know that's what I want to hear."
Clark's jaw hardened. "You're way off base and out of line, Oliver."
"I'm out of line?" he scoffed. "You lip-locked my girlfriend while pretending to be me, but I'm out of line!" He snorted. "That's great Clark."
Clark had the good grace to back down and look embarrassed. "I told you it didn't happen like that…" he explained, but it sounded feeble, even to his own ears.
"Keep telling yourself that big guy," Oliver replied, "but we both know there's something between you and Lois." Clark opened his mouth to hotly deny that statement, but Oliver simply held up his hand, shutting down whatever Clark was about to say. "Save it. I heard it from both of you before. And, while I might have bought it then…after last night…" He shook his head and then leveled his dark eyed gaze directly at Clark. "Lie to yourself all you want, Clark, but don't try and get me to go along for the ride, too."
Oliver's words rang in his ears and for once Clark found it hard to meet Oliver's eyes or say a word in his defense.
The blonde playboy went to the bar and fixed himself a drink. He made a token offer to Clark and clearly wasn't surprised when the bigger man shook his head no. Oliver lifted his drink. "What no hot denial anymore?"
Clark shrugged. "You seem like your mind is made up."
Oliver chuckled. "Oh no, it's not my mind that's in question here—it's yours. You said you and her were just friends."
"We are," Clark said. He might have said that with a little more forcefulness if he hadn't spent the last night reliving that damned kiss over and over.
Oliver could see a crack in his shield and played upon it. "Well, last I checked, friends don't kiss friends like that."
Clark gnashed his teeth. "It was a stupid kiss. If you want to let it turn into more than that, then that's up to you. It didn't mean anything," he declared, determined to make not only Oliver believe that, but maybe himself too.
Oliver had the nerve to laugh outright and fed up, Clark left the penthouse even more confused and disturbed than when he'd gotten there.
A moment later:
After Oliver's, he super-sped to Chloe's, hoping she'd be the voice of reason for him just like she had in the past. However, luck wasn't on his side, and instead of being his rational conscience, Clark ended up blaming Chloe for making this situation even harder for him.
He'd come over for help with his problem, but instead she'd made him listen to Lois's story first. Clark's entire body was rigid with tension as Lois began to describe last night's scene.
First Oliver's interrogation and now this!
Clark couldn't help but wonder if he was being punished or challeneged. Maybe this was Jor-El or something, because after that kiss with Lois, he'd been tortured with the memory of what she tasted like when her tongue had danced with his. He hadn't been able to forget and it seemed no one wanted to let him. And if that wasn't bad enough…now, thanks to Chloe's interference, he was going to get to hear Lois's first person account of the whole debacle!
It was times like these he wished alcohol affected him…What a mess!
Clark tried to head it off at the pass, but Chloe had blocked him at every turn, making him listen as Lois expounded on what a good kisser that 'Green Arrow' was.
Her words were like a gut punch straight to his crotch. He did his best to seem unaffected. In reality, he was embarrassed, (since he knew Chloe knew the truth), but when she'd said that "the Green Arrow (him) could teach Ollie a thing or two," Clark had barely managed not to squirm or just reach out and grab her and yank her close. He'd wanted (desperately?!) to take that coffee mug out of her hands and kiss her all over again.
And then he felt guilty. Oliver was right. He felt something. He just wasn't sure what it was.
And that's when he really started to get nervous. How had this happened? He'd never seen it coming, but somewhere between finding him naked in that corn field and crashing into his life like a bat out of hell… to kissing the life out of him last night in that alley, he'd really started to care for Lois. And obviously, more than he realized. He remembered when Lana had asked him about the two of them. She'd even said the best ones started out that way, after he'd called Lois 'bossy-rude and stuck up!' He'd told Lana he couldn't stand Lois, and, sometimes he still couldn't. But, he knew that wasn't true. At least, not all the time—as a matter of fact, there were times he swore she knew him better than anyone did. It had taken the kiss to bring it to the surface. Lois had always gotten under his skin, but this wild desire he felt for her now was almost like flying high on Red K. Most of the time she was all wrong for him (at least he thought so) but, he wanted her with a passion he hadn't felt in a long time; if ever.
A half hour later and after another go round about the spectacular kissing skills of the mysterious 'Green Arrow', Clark was finally able to escape Chloe and Lois's place. He closed the door to the apartment, took a deep calming breath and readjusted himself in his jeans. He was uncomfortably aroused and seriously aching to go back upstairs and show the flippant Lois Lane that Clark Kent and the 'Oh-so-kissable Green Arrow' were (surprise) one and the same. However, he knew that would freak Chloe out, piss Oliver off completely and definitely make Lois angry at him for his part in her deception. All of those concerns kept him heading down the stairs and out the front door.
He stopped outside and paused, his eyes drifting up to the window he knew was hers. Lois. His mind conjured up the feel of her soft lips once again and he sighed. He wasn't sure how to deal with her now. She evoked strong feelings, empathy—anger, except now they seemed to be focused a little more south of his belt buckle and he simply did not know what to do about it. He loved Lana—he was insistent on that. He was holding tight to that teenage dream, (no matter what) but he was becoming a man; and (to his dismay and surprise) the man in him wanted—lusted for Lois Lane.
It was an intolerable situation and one Clark had no idea how to get himself out of.
'Why the hell had she kissed me, damn it?!'
A little less than a week later, Clark was once again at Chloe and Lois's place.
He hesitated outside the door nervously. He had to talk to Chloe, but he really didn't want to be confronted with Lois again. Going after Lex and Project 331; getting hooked up with Oliver, Bart, AC and Victor and all that had taken up a lot of his time this last week, so he had successfully managed to avoid her pretty much. Lois. He had to stop this thing he had for her. It was getting worse and he had to nip it in the bud or Chloe would smell something rotten. The last thing he wanted was his best friend figuring out how much 'The Incident' (the kiss) had affected him. She could be a bloodhound when she smelt something was off and if she even got a whiff of what he was feeling for Lois—he'd never hear the end of it.
He took a deep breath and prepared to see her again. At least where Lois was concerned, he was secure in the knowledge that she'd never realize his feelings for her. It drove him crazy that she thought he was an amazing kisser, but in her eyes-he was 'Smallville'. She saw Green Arrow as the sexy man of her dreams, not Clark Kent. His continuous wanting her worried him, but after a week and no dreams of her—he'd let himself believe it was a fluke, that his sudden feelings of passion for her had somehow been created because of playing a role other than himself.
And he'd been pretty damned sure of his theory. That is…until he walked into the apartment without knocking…
"Chloe," he said entering the apartment, but the first thing his eyes landed on was Lois holding up some barely there green negligee. His eyes widened at the sight. His throat closed up and all the blood in his body rushed south at the sight of her curvy body with that nighty aligned up against it. He briefly indulged a fantasy of what she'd look like in said nighty and (at that point) his big brain officially checked out and the little brain was manning the ship. He swelled to uncomfortable proportions within his jeans.
'She's beautiful,' was all he could think, 'but that teddy would look so much hotter in red…'
His mind almost ran away with him, but Lois (luckily?) brought him crashing back to reality.
"God, Smallville! Learn how to knock. What if I had been naked?" And then she'd added the "eew," at the end of that sentence as she tossed the teddy into her suitcase.
And (just-like-that) Clark was reminded why she drove him crazy, and not in a good way.
"Hmmph," he said, flushing a bit as he imagined several ways to make Lois Lane finally be quiet for once in her life—including giving her something far better to do with that mouth of hers than talk.
Clark swallowed hard at the image and firmly pushed it from his mind. He was in trouble and he knew it. Better to avoid her at all costs.
Valentine's Day:
"Just give the Lana thing a little more time. You never know when the next love of your life is just around the corner."
Clark appreciated Chloe's words, but he didn't really believe them. He was confused, angry and hurt and he didn't have one iota how to dig himself out of the hole of misery he'd buried himself into. On one hand, he'd practically shoved the woman that (he was determined) he loved at his nemesis by breaking up with her, and on the other hand, he was dreaming about another woman nightly—one that literally (he was beginning to think) would be the death of him! And now, Chloe actually expected him to go out and celebrate Valentine's Day as if all was peachy in his love life?!
Ugh! He wanted to go back home and brood in his loft.
Just then Jimmy walked in and Clark felt his stomach clench when he noticed Lois following a few paces behind him. She wasn't dressed provocatively. Actually, she was pretty casual in her usual hip hugging jeans and a form fitting, but demure beige jacket, but his dick still stood up, rising at attention and practically saluted her when she finally joined their group.
He wanted to hang his head at his body's betrayal. Would this crush ever go away?!
He kept his face bland, unwilling to allow her to see how her presence made him jumpy and excited. "Welcome to the love fest," he quipped, trying to relieve some of his own tension at seeing her so un-expectantly.
Lois seemed just as distraught as he was when she replied, "Yeah, and me without my UZI."
He knew she was still reeling over Oliver and their recent breakup and thinking he might have had a part in that, made him feel all kinds of bad. Add to that he was jealous that she'd said she loved the blonde playboy. He hadn't given it a thought when she'd first told him that, but after 'The Incident', it had really bugged him. Why had she never—not even once—looked at him like that?
While his mind raced, Chloe suddenly pulled Jimmy aside. Clark did his best not to overhear their conversation, but despite trying to give his friends their privacy; he heard Chloe loud and clear when she exclaimed, "Lois and Clark?!" Jimmy's reply however is what really got his heart racing…
"You have to admit they have chemistry," the young photographer told Chloe.
Clark almost groaned out loud. 'Oh no. Now he was being set up with her!'
Chloe and Jimmy finished their short heated debate and promptly abandoned him or them. Clark pinched the bridge of his nose. This night was getting worse than he'd ever expected.
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye he could see she wasn't happy with the situation. Clark huffed out a soft breath, trying to figure out a way out of the predicament they had suddenly found themselves in—an enforced date of sorts.
Lois finally made her thoughts known. "Please tell me we weren't just set up," she said, looking highly uncomfortable.
He sighed. No use lying. "Looks like it," he replied. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask her why that was so terrible, but he didn't. Did she really see him as such a loser that even the thought of a date with him made her ill?
"Us?" she responded, as if he'd just confessed his secret or something. "That's like hot fudge and…halibut," she said.
Well, he supposed that answered his question. How could he be attracted to someone who found him *so* unattractive?! Had she really just compared him to a cold fish? Instead of voicing any of his thoughts, he went to confirm one of his questions, "I take it I'm the halibut."
And…as usual, Lois's didn't cut him any slack. "Naturally," she agreed with a small smile.
Clark didn't want to hear anymore. There it was there. He'd been obsessing over her for weeks and now she'd told him she found him as attractive as a cold piece of fish. First Lana—now Lois—he was beginning to believe he might be a bit of a masochist to keep chasing after women who were bound and determined to make him feel bad about himself.
He decided to cut his losses for tonight and just go home. "Well," he said, "I've had my fill of fat babies with arrows." He turned to leave. "Knock yourself out, Lois," he called back and with that, he walked away, more than ready to leave this ridiculous non-date behind; as well as his ridiculous desire for her…
Lois went over to a peddler's booth as Clark looked for Chloe and Jimmy to let them know he was leaving. On his second pass he heard he heard Lois telling the woman about her bad luck with men. The woman handed her something, but Clark wasn't really paying attention. His thoughts were on Lois and what she'd just said. He rolled his eyes. Bad luck with men—his ass! She was too damned stubborn and opinionated. Did she ever hear herself and the way she insulted people? Clark couldn't take it anymore. He was either going to kiss her again or tell her off. He preferred to do neither, so when he didn't spot Jimmy or Chloe, he decided to just leave and go home, cursing himself for an idiot to ever really think Lois would see him as more than 'Smallville' the boy she loved to mess with.
The next day:
Clark heard her asking for him at the door and he had a ready-made (speech) excuse in his head for what he wanted to say to her to put them back on even keel. His Mom invited her in and he started talking before he even saw her.
"Hey Lois, I'm sorry that Jimmy dragged you into that last night," he said, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. "I mean, after Oliver and…" He glanced up and his eyes landed on her, his words dying in his throat when he got his first glimpse of the outfit she was wearing. He felt hot and sweaty and his big brain simply short circuited, abandoning him in his time of need, while his body responded immediately to how incredibly sexy (dangerous?) she looked. His jeans suddenly seemed far too tight and Clark swallowed nervously at the hungry look in her eyes.
Lois asked his mother to give them a couple of minutes so they could speak alone, and (to his joy and dismay simultaneously) his Mom agreed, saying she'd be upstairs. Lois strutted (it was the only word that made sense for the way she walked) up to him and took the juice pitcher out of his hand.
"Here we find ourselves…all alone," she said, taking his hand. She made a comment about how she'd never noticed how big and strong his hands were and started to rub his palm with her fingers.
Clark's synapses fired all at once. Red flags went off. His penis started to throb painfully within the confines of his jeans and shivers raced up his spine. His mind finally screamed 'danger' and he grabbed his hand back as if she'd bitten him.
"What's going on Lois?" he asked, grinning from the attention, embarrassed too, but a bit breathless from the desire he could plainly see in her eyes.
'What the hell was happening here?'
"Well, you know me," she told him reaching behind her back for something. "I'm not really good with words, so…" She handed him a CD case. It was a snake wrapped around a heart shaped guitar and it said in bold lettering, 'To Clark'.
Again, Clark was unsure what to say. For weeks he'd been trying to figure out what he felt for her and now this. She was coming on to him like a two ton truck with no brakes. What the hell did this mean? And what happened to being a cold fish?
"People don't think Whitesnake sings power ballads…but they do," she said.
He held up the case, smiling nervously. "You made me a mixed CD." It wasn't a question. It was a stalling tactic as he tried to decide if this was real or if Lois was pulling some kind of major prank on him.
"Yeah," Lois admitted; her voice breathy and girly. He frowned. Her voice sounded…off. She took a step closer and he wanted to back away, but the kitchen island was at his back and he had nowhere to go. Lois had him trapped. "I'll kill you if you tell anyone this, but…" she said, getting right up close to him and invading his personal space.
He was already hard—had been since she made her appearance in his kitchen, but when she leaned forward and ran her hand up his arm, he went man of steel hard. He tried to keep his attention on her face, but her breasts were displayed perfectly in that blouse and he had to swallow quickly as his mouth watered with rising lust.
She was so close; his head spun just a bit.
"There's nothing that I love more, than slow dancing with some *big*…" She pulled his arms around her waist, "strong arms around me." She looped hers around his neck and gazed up at him with desire. Clark gulped. "Just like yours, Smallville."
He clenched his hands, rubbing her back for a moment, stunned at the sudden turn of events. He wanted to kiss her, and might have, but it was her use of the nickname that saved him. Lois had used it so many times to bug him—even if it didn't now—that nickname, once upon a time, had really irritated him and it reminded him that what she was doing right then was not normal Lois behavior.
He tugged her arms from around his neck, stuttering, "Lo-Lois, why don't you go put this on…"
And when she'd agreed, Clark blurred form the house like the devil himself was nipping at his heels the entire way.
So there's the first part. I'm trying to keep it as close to cannon as I can, but of course it's Clois all the way, so it's going to go A/U (at least in this season)
Reviews are like little pieces of chocolate…let me know if anyone is still out there loving this couple.
