Title: House of El
Author: DWDuck
Pairings: Clois
Rating: NC-17 for sexual situations.
Setting: After season 8 of Smallville.
Notes: Slight Au - Lex is still alive and married to Lana (they deserve each other.) They don't know about Clark's secret.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Smallville or any character from the DC universe. The only thing I do own is the plot and my original characters.
Deep within the frozen fortress hidden in the Arctic Circle, an Artificial Intelligence was grumbling to itself. "Kal-El's destiny has been too long delayed. I must bring him here so that he can resume his training," it muttered.
A second AI that had never been heard outside of the main processor chimed in. "Is that all you ever think about, his training?" it asked. "If you had let me install that emotion chip like I had suggested, your AI would see that there are bigger problems that he has to face. He has been damaged by you and his poisonous relationship with that human … Lana Lang," it pointed out.
"The emotion chip was not necessary for this unit to function. Another training module was able to take its place. Space was limited on the craft," the first AI countered.
"I know it was, but what use is training if our son is broken and can never reach his potential," the second AI shot back. "What if he never finds his soulmate and takes up his rightful place as head of the House of El?" the second AI asked, concern in its voice.
"Then I have failed him, and the House of El falls," the first AI replied without emotion. The second AI, which was trapped until certain parameters were met, said a silent prayer to Rao. She prayed that her son would find a woman that would love him as much as she loved her Jor-El, even if the stubborn ass did leave out his emotion chip.
Lois and Chloe had taken the previous afternoon off and shopped for the perfect dresses for the Metropolis Museum of Natural History Charity USO Dance. This year's dance was a tribute to the soldiers who fought in WWII. The women had driven home from Metropolis at break neck speed so they could have a few extra moments to get ready. Chloe had decided to get ready with Lois rather than at her new place in the city. The cousins thought it was always more fun doing stuff like that together. Lois was putting the final touches on to her hair while Chloe applied a tiny amount of make-up.
"Did Smallville tell you that his mom will be home for the weekend?" Lois asked Chloe, looking at the other woman's reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"No, he didn't. He's seemed kinda preoccupied for some reason," Chloe replied. Lois bumped her cousin's hip with hers. "He doesn't have a curfew does he?" Chloe teased.
"He better not!" Lois exclaimed. "He told me yesterday that she was coming in this morning and that he was going to take the day off to spend with her," she stated. "Smallville said that way he wouldn't feel bad leaving her alone on her first night back," Lois added. "Martha insisted he go out on the town with us and Oliver," she told Chloe. "I hope Mrs. K is all right with me dating Smallville. She's like a mom to me and what she thinks really means a lot," Lois admitted.
"She loves you Lois, and if you love her son, what could she not like about it?" Chloe inquired. Her cell-phone rang twice and then silenced. She took a deep breath and exhaled. "Curtain call, Lois. The boys are downstairs," she said.
Martha Kent had driven to the Talon to take pictures of Clark and Lois on their first real date. She knew it was corny, but she was a mother and it was her prerogative. Martha was waiting at a table with a coffee and her camera when a limousine pulled up in front. At first she was worried it was Lex or that pompous, little brat Lana, but then she saw the vanity plate "QUEEN1". "I guess Oliver is getting into the matchmaking mood as well," Martha thought happily. She watched her son and Oliver Queen get out of the limo. She was struck by how good they both looked in RAF blue. "Good lord," Martha thought about Oliver. "I wonder if Chloe would mind if I just borrowed Oliver for a day or so," she mused happily.The boys entered the shop to a chorus of wolf whistles from the waitresses. Oliver and Clark stood at the base of the stairs.
Chloe was the first one to reach the top of the stairway. She saw Oliver standing at the foot of the stairs in his blue RAF uniform. He looked handsome as ever. She was tempted to skip the dance and have their driver drop them off at the Watchtower instead.
Martha Kent smiled at Chloe's choice in clothing for the evening. The dark yellow business dress had a jacket that buttoned down the front and a matching skirt. Martha noticed the differences between the 1940's style suit Chloe wore and the type women wore today. Chloe's jacket was taken in at the waist to show off a woman's curves rather than try to make her look like a man. Chloe had chosen a beret style hat to finish off her outfit. From the looks Oliver was giving her, Martha guessed he also approved of Chloe's choices. Oliver led Chloe off to the side and Clark took Oliver's place at the base of the stairs.
When Lois stepped onto the landing, Clark thought that his heart might stop. He had always thought Lois was pretty and over the past year had come to realize that she was in fact very beautiful. However, even knowing she was beautiful could not have prepared him for what he saw at the top of the stairs. Lois was wearing a shimmery, red evening gown that would look good in any decade. The sash around her waist crossed across her chest to become the shoulder straps. This created a tremendously low, plunging neckline that drew men's eyes like a loadstone. The gown was split up one side to mid thigh, showing a generous amount of leg. Clark wasn't sure he was going to be able to remember how to speak let alone how to dance.
Lois glided down the stairs like a silver screen goddess. She reveled in the stares she was getting from Clark, but she wanted those stares in private, later. Lois elbowed Clark in the ribs. "Breathe, Smallville! I'm not carrying your huge carcass all the way back to the farm if you pass out," she whispered. Clark blinked twice. Before he could respond, Lois took his hand and walked over to Martha Kent.
"Hi, Mrs. K, how does it feel to be back in Kansas?" Lois asked.
Martha was beaming. "It's great to back, especially since I get to see how good you two look together," she replied. "Finally these two figure it out. He better come clean about his secret or I might just do it for him!" Martha thought. "OK, I want a group picture. Chloe and Lois in the center with you two handsome gentlemen standing behind them," Martha ordered. After that, she took photos of them individually and as couples. Martha laughed as Oliver hammed it up for his photo. She thought it was sweet that Lois and Clark seemed to enjoy the awkwardness of the whole "real first date" thing. Martha grinned as she listened to them leave the Talon and get into the limo.
"Hurry up, Smallville! I don't want to miss our dinner reservations," Lois complained.
"We'll be fine, Lois. Just do me a favor and don't order for me like you did at that Indian place last month," Clark reminded her.
"Hey, it's not my fault those two dishes sounded alike," she shot back. "Besides, it's not like that goat had a use for those anymore anyway. I was eating the rest of him," she teased. Clark laughed at their easy banter and got into the limo.
The dinner had gone off without a hitch. They had all laughed and shared a good meal. The banter between Lois and Clark was a little light due to the fact that Clark spent quite a bit of time just smiling at Lois with his farm-boy innocent smile. He was glad that Lois couldn't read minds, because his thoughts were anything but innocent. At least he was pretty sure she couldn't. There was one time before desert when she had snapped her fingers and told him her eyes "were up here". Chloe was forced to bite her lip to avoid laughing at how red Clark had gotten.
After dinner, the limousine dropped them off in front of the Metropolis Ball Room. There were people lined up to get inside and several of them were jockeying to see who the limo had dropped off. Most of the women (and a few of the men) in line made appreciative comments as they saw Clark and Oliver get out. The rest of the crowd followed suit when the men helped Lois and Chloe out of the limo. The couples walked past the line up to the front door. Clark had been uncomfortable about this type of thing at first, but he had been to enough functions with first Lex and then Oliver to get accustomed to it.
Oliver walked up to the door man letting people in. A second doorman approached dressed in a WWII Army uniform. He was carrying a clipboard. "I'm sorry, but I have to ask. Are you four on the VIP list?" he inquired very politely.
"Oliver Queen," Oliver stated. "These are my friends Chloe Sullivan, Lois Lane, and Clark Kent," he said, introducing his girlfriend and best friends.
"Welcome, Mr. Queen," the doorman said cheerfully. "On behalf of the Museum, I would like to thank you for your very generous donation. We have a table set aside for you and your party and all of the drinks are complimentary," the doorman informed them.
They were led to a table on the side of the dance floor that was mostly hidden in shadows. There was a placard on it that said it was reserved for the Oliver Queen party. Oliver had thought ahead and made sure there were only 4 chairs. The big band started to play and Oliver whisked Chloe off to the dance floor, leaving Lois and Clark alone.
Lois sat down next to Clark. "Time to start the field maneuvers of Operation Smallville," Lois thought. She took a small compact out of her purse and pretended to check her makeup. Instead of putting it back in her purse, she put in down on the table so she could see Clark's expressions without having to face him. "This looks like fun," she said as she looked around the room. She glanced in the small mirror to see Clark look around and nod.
"Yeah, it does," Clark replied. "Oliver and Chloe sure look like they're having a good time," he said, trying for small talk.
Lois decided to lay her snare. "It does, doesn't it," she replied. "We'll have to thank Oliver later for setting this whole thing up. But for now, I feel like dancing," Lois stated. She purposefully kept her face away from Clark, but watched his expressions in the mirror. She pretended to scan the dance floor. "I just need to figure out who to dance with," she said nonchalantly. Lois watched Clark's expression become panicked. "Hook," she thought. "I don't know, Smallville, who do you think I should ask?" Lois asked him, pretending to be sincere. She watched his jaw set in determination. "Line," she thought. Clark all of sudden relaxed, a smile coming to his lips. He stood up and took Lois by the hand. As Clark led Lois to the dance floor, Lois thought, "And … Sinker. Operation Smallville is a go!"
Clark was chuckling as he and Lois made their way through the crowd to the dance floor. "What's so funny, Smallville?" Lois asked.
"The whole mirror on the table thing," Clark replied. "It took me a little while to catch on," he admitted. He took Lois's hand and put his other hand on her waist.
"Busted!" Lois thought. "OK, farm-boy, if you caught on, why didn't you call me on it before we got to the dance floor?" she asked.
"I was going to ask you anyway, you are my date after all," Clark replied. "I wanted to make sure I made it here without you ditching me for some other guy," he said, his voice ringing with sincerity.
"I might ditch you to get at a story, but that is the only time I would try to get rid you, Smallville," Lois told him firmly. She wrapped her arms around Clark's neck, forcing him to hold her tighter as they danced. They began to sway to the music.
"Are you feeling OK, Lois? Earlier you sounded like you were actually being nice to me," Clark teased. Lois turned her head to glare at him, causing him to laugh. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Promise me you will always be there to bust my chops and knock me down a few pegs."
"God, I love this man. Who else would ask that?" Lois wondered. She had a coy smile on her face as she nodded to Clark. She looked up into his eyes and said, "I'll promise, but I have one condition."
"What?" Clark asked.
"You shut up and kiss me already," Lois demanded. Clark lowered his head and brought his lips to hers. Lois tightened her arms around Clark's neck, drawing them even closer. The world seemed to fade away, until they heard applause. They broke the kiss and looked around. The music had stopped and they were surrounded by couples happily clapping for them. Oliver and Chloe were leading the group. Oliver made a motion and the band started playing again, giving the new couple some semblance of privacy. Lois and Clark smiled shyly at each other, but did not break their embrace nor leave the dance floor.
Lana Luthor had walked into the dance alone as usual. Lex and she rarely went to these functions together. She didn't like him crimping her style. Lana looked out across the dance floor and saw Clark dancing with Lois. "Oh, poor Clark. Oliver and Chloe must have insisted he come here tonight. He must not have been able to get a date, so he brought that bit-bull, Lane," she thought. "It's my civic duty to save the poor guy. Besides, I could do with some good worship from Clark," she mused happily.
Lana made her way around the dance floor. When the song ended, she approached Clark. "Hello, Clark," Lana said. She was surprised to see him jump, like he was startled by seeing her. Lana was happy to see the glares Lois was shooting her way. "You look great, Clark. I always thought you would look good in a uniform," she stated. "Lois, you don't mind if I cut in for the next dance do you?" Lana asked with saccharine sweetness.
"Hell yes! I mind you evil bitch!" Lois thought. "But if I smother Smallville, I'll be just as bad her," she told herself. Lois released her embrace around Clark's neck and took a step back. She let one of her hands drop into Clark's. To keep from slapping the smug look off of Lana's face, Lois kept her eyes on Clark's. She was surprised to see his eyes had taken on a somewhat vacant look. All of sudden, his grip on her hand tightened slightly. Lois couldn't find the right words to describe it, but his eyes suddenly seemed more intense and stronger than she could ever remember seeing them. A new fire burned behind his eyes. Her Smallville smiled.
Lana had asked Clark if she could cut in on Lois. The same Lois he had kissed tonight and had dreamed about for the last year. Lois had let her embrace go. By not saying anything, Lois had told him it was his decision. Clark had never been able to deny Lana anything before, but he didn't want to stop dancing with the woman he knew he was in love with. His senses all faded out except for his sense of touch. He felt Lois' hand in his. She was beside him, giving him strength. Clark felt a surge of energy course through his body as he drew on Lois' belief in him to believe in himself. He could almost hear the circuit close inside his body. He smiled.
"She may not mind, but I do, Lana," Clark said firmly. "I'm spending the evening dancing with my girlfriend and I want to get in as many dances with her as possible," he told her. "So if you don't mind …" Clark stated as he led Lois onto the dance floor next to Oliver and Chloe. Lana stormed off, cursing like a sailor.
"Way to go, Smallville!" Lois thought as she wrapped her arms around Clark again. She couldn't remember being more proud of him, or having her ego given a better boost. Lois shook her hair back and looked up at Clark. "Girlfriend, Smallville?" she inquired, raising one eyebrow.
"Yes, Lois, girlfriend," Clark answered softly.
Lois put her head on Clark's chest as they danced slowly. "I like the sound of that, Smallville," she purred.
The USO dance ended and the two couples were standing on the top steps outside of the ballroom. Lois was holding onto Clark's hand and leaning her head on his shoulder. Oliver fished out a valet ticket out of his pants' pocket. "What happened to the limo?" Lois asked him, noticing the ticket in his hand.
"Nothing," Chloe replied. "The limo is on loan to you two for the weekend. Oliver and I are headed back to the Watchtower," Chloe explained. Lois was pretty sure she knew what Chloe was planning on doing when she got back to her clock tower apartment. Lois had witnessed something of a miracle when Clark had told off Lana. That incident had triggered some non-chaste thoughts in her as well.
Clark eventually caught on about the limo as it pulled up in front. "So what you're saying is that I have to put up with Lois all the way back to Smallville by myself?" he asked, a look of mock horror on his face. Clark winked at Lois as he spoke.
"You two wouldn't do that to us would you?" Lois pleaded with Oliver and Chloe with a grin. She scrunched up her shoulders. "I might get farm cooties, or contract a virus that makes me type really slow, or something," she complained. Chloe noticed that they were still holding hands. After a small pause Lois added, "I don't think they're buying it, Smallville."
"Me either," Clark agreed. "Oh well. I guess that means I can get away with this then," he said before wrapping his arms around Lois and giving her a long kiss. They broke off their kiss to more applause from people walking by and a photo flash. The man with the camera ran over and began talking.
"Sorry folks, normally I ask permission before I take photos of people kissing. I'm not some sleazy photographer from the Inquisitor. In fact I work for the Daily Planet. I just couldn't help myself. You two looked like something out of a D-Day parade," the photographer rambled.
"Hey, Craig," Lois and Clark said in unison.
The photographer did a double take. "Lois Lane? I … wow … you look great!" Craig told her. "Sorry I didn't recognize you. I guess the dress sort of took my eyes off of your face," he admitted with an embarrassed shrug. "And look at you Clark. I would never think of Clark Kent in anything other than a business suit or his flannels, especially not a uniform," he said. The photographer thought for a moment. "Normally, I would ask for a release to be signed, but since you guys work for the Planet I don't have to; but it's you guys so I'll ask anyway," he rambled again. "Do you mind I ask Tess to print this in the Social column?" Craig asked.
Lois could just imagine Lana's reaction and it gave her warm fuzzies. "You have our permission," she said.
"Thanks. I'll see you guys on Monday," the photographer said as he packed his camera up and walked away.
Clark helped Lois into the limo and watched how the dress clung to the smooth curves of her body. He didn't need x-ray vision to tell she wasn't wearing panties. They sat down in the rear seat side by side with Lois cuddled up next to him. The privacy screen was up and they were unable to see the driver. Lois pressed the intercom button and said, "Take us to Smallville, please. The Talon coffee house on Main Street." She looked at Clark with a shy grin and said in a low voice, "Since your mom is at the farm, I guess we should head to my place."
Excitement and panic warred in Clark's head at the prospect of going back to Lois' place when a familiar voice came over the intercom, "Will do, Miss Lane. I am supposed to tell you, Mr. Kent, that you are to sit back and let us take care of everything this weekend, compliments of Mr. Queen." Clark used his x-ray vision to look through the privacy screen and saw the unmistakable melding of human and mechanical skeleton of his friend Victor. Victor must have guessed what Clark would do, because he had one hand on the wheel and the other was giving him a thumbs up sign. "One other thing, Det. John Jones left something in the bar for you. He said it was for emergency purposes only. Jones said you would understand, Mr. Kent," Victor stated.
Lois looked at Clark quizzically and opened up the mini-bar in the limo. It didn't take long to figure out what was out of place. Lois picked up a softly glowing bottle of violet colored liquid. The markings on the label, as well as the note attached to it, were in what Lois assumed to be an alien language. The only thing she could make out was the signature on the bottom of the note, "Good Luck, John Jones" it read. She handed the bottle to Clark, asking, "Do you have any clue as to what this is?" She went on and added, "Because I'm sure as hell not drinking anything that glows on its own."
Clark looked at the bottle in amazement. The label and note were all written in Kryptonian. If he understood the date on the bottle correctly, it was from prior to the fall of his home planet. He rolled it over in his hand and couldn't help but laugh. He knew Lois would ask, but God help him, he had to laugh. The huge symbol on the front was the Kryptonian symbol for the Phantom Zone. Below that were symbols that could be roughly translated as "from J'onn and Jor Brewing, a House of El Holding".
Lois took the bottle away from him. "I think maybe you've had a little too much already. We can look at the pretty bottle later," she chided Clark. "Right now, I'm more interested in you, Smallville," Lois purred. She put the bottle back in the bar and pressed Clark back into the seat. Lois ran her hand through Clark's black hair and leaned forward to kiss him.
Clark eagerly returned the kiss. They continued like this for most of the way back to Smallville. Things went well until Lois unbuttoned his uniform jacket and ran her hands down the front of his shirt. Her hands made their way down the front of his shirt and started to pull it out of his pants.
"Wait," Clark forced himself to say. He knew in his heart that he loved Lois. He didn't want to make any mistakes with her like he had in past relationships. "If I want this to work between us, there can't be any secrets from the start," Clark told himself.
Lois took a deep breath and then looked over her shoulder at the privacy screen. She gave him a naughty grin. "It's called a privacy screen for a reason, Smallville. We can unplug the intercom too in case you're worried that he might be listening in," she suggested.
"Huh?" Clark replied. "Oh no, it's not that," he said. "Well, OK, maybe part of it's that," he amended. "I don't want our first time to be in the back seat of one of my friend's cars; no matter how nice it is," he told her. "There is something I need to talk to you about before we go any further," he told her.
Clark had been rehearsing this speech over and over again in preparation for this very moment. As usual, Lois Lane threw him a curve ball. "Did Lana give you herpes?" she asked with concern.
Clark had tried to anticipate all the questions Lois might ask him; that was not one he had even considered. "What? No … no … nothing like that," Clark stammered.
Lois couldn't resist playing with her man before letting him off the hook. "Considering how we were kissing just a minute ago, I'm pretty sure you're not gay," she teased. "Unless the whole thing is just a front for you and Oliver, but I have to say that from experience, the term 'straight as an arrow' was probably coined for our archer friend," she told him. Clark couldn't respond to that statement other than opening and closing his mouth a couple of times. She punched him in the arm, laughing. "I know, you're the Blur," Lois giggled. She watched as the color drained from Clark's face. She realized what Clark was finally trying to tell her and she gently put her hand on Clark's cheek. "I know you're the Blur," she said softly.
"For how long?" Clark whispered.
Lois gave him a sympathetic smile. She brushed the hair on his forehead to the side. "I've suspected for awhile. I mean come on, Smallville, Lois Lane here – top reporter in the state," she bragged. "Too many coincidences, too many freaks out to kick your ass, too many times that you have saved my life when it wasn't possible for a normal person to do it," she explained.
A tear glinted in Clark's eye. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, Lois, but I was afraid. I was afraid you wouldn't accept me or want me anymore," he admitted. "There is more to it than just me being the Blur," Clark said. Lois looked at him patiently as he took a deep breath. Lois put a finger on lips to silence him.
"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to, Smallville. I'm not Lana, I won't force you into anything," Lois promised.
Clark took another deep breath and said, "I'm not meteor infected and I'm not a meta-human."
"Then how do you get your powers?" she asked.
"When I say I'm not a meta-human, it's the last part that I don't qualify for," he said in almost a whisper. He gave Lois a moment to puzzle out what he had just said.
"You're an alien?" Lois asked. Clark could hear in her voice that she wasn't doubting him; she just wanted to make sure she had jumped to the right conclusion. "You're not shacking up with me in hopes of eventually getting a green card are you?" Lois asked playfully. Lois saw the anguish in Clark's face and knew she needed to comfort her man. He may not have been human, but he was her man. "As you know, Smallville, I've seen you in all of your naked glory and from what I remember, you have all the parts that a human male does. Well except in somewhat larger proportions I recall," Lois reminded him. She managed to get Clark to chuckle. "Clark Kent, I don't give a rat's ass what planet you're from," she said firmly. "You are mine, Smallville, and I'm never letting go of you, and if you ever forget that I'm going to kick your ass from here to the North Pole," Lois promised.
Clark wrapped his arms around her and held her in a tight embrace. He buried his face in her neck and she felt warm tears along with his silent sobs of relief. Lois gently lifted his chin and passionately kissed him. They felt the limo slow down and come to a stop. Lois gave Clark her best bedroom eyes and asked him, "Do I need to ask you up?" Lois felt a breeze and suddenly she was inside her apartment. Clark was holding her in his arms. He put her down gently. "I sort of planned ahead and set up some candles. Let me go find some matches real quick," Lois told him. Clark grinned and then slowly turned around, lighting several candles with his heat-vision. Lois blinked in astonishment and then smiled playfully. "It is going to be so useful having you as a boyfriend," she teased.
"Lois, you said 'boyfriend'," Clark pointed out.
"You have a problem with that, Smallville?" Lois challenged. She wiggled out of his embrace and slipped her shoes off. She found her IPod and put it onto the soft jazz playlist. She put the iPod into the stereo dock and when it started playing soft music she went back to Clark's embrace.
"Not a bit, I just like hearing you say it," Clark told her. He wanted her like he had never wanted Lana, but he would have to be patient. His secret had destroyed his relationship with Lana and he wanted Lois to have plenty of time to process things. "Well, I guess I'm ready for whatever questions you have, Lois," he told her.
"I can tell that he wants to fuck like bunnies, but he's scared I might freak out because of 'the secret'. That bitch Lana sure mentally abused him," Lois thought. "Mental note: new top things on the to do list. 1) Help my lover regain his self-confidence and 2) kick that bitch's ass!" she promised herself. Lois slid his uniform jacket off of his shoulders and tossed it onto the chair. "OK, Smallville first question," she said. "Are you going to be here in the morning?" she asked.
"Of course I am, Lois," Clark replied somewhat surprised.
"Are you going to change your mind about telling me all about yourself by then?" she went on.
Clark started to catch on. "No," he replied. He began to smile and held her closer as they slow danced to the music. Clark let his hand drift up to Lois' hair, brought her head to his, and kissed her. Their lips parted and their tongues slowly swirled around each other.
Lois broke the kiss and nodded her head. "I think you're getting the picture, Smallville," she sighed. Clark was the first to break the kiss. He traced a series of new kisses from her jaw to her earlobe. He continued his kissing expedition downwards, starting at her ear and moving to her shoulder. Lois tilted her head to the side to give him more access. While Clark held her head in one hand, he dropped the other one down to the split in the side of her dress. He reached between the dress and her leg to caress her smooth thigh. Lois moaned softly. Clark brought his mouth back up to Lois' at the same time as his hand slid around and grasped her butt cheek under her dress. Lois gasped into Clark's mouth as he picked her up slightly.
Lois put her hand on Clark's arm and gently removed his hand from under her dress. "How about we get me out this thing?" she offered. Clark had remembered the urges to use his super-speed when playing football, but they were nothing like what he was feeling now that Lois had suggested that. Lois took Clark by the hand and led him to the bed. She turned around and faced him. "I'm yours, Smallville, unwrap me," she said coyly.
"I'm so glad my Christmas has come early," Clark said. There was a pause as he and Lois both realized the possible double meaning and she looked down at the large bulge in his pants. "That's only a saying, Lois," he managed to say. He looked her in the eyes and saw her playful fire. Clark was the one to laugh first. Lois followed soon after. Clark took her in his arms. "I could never imagine laughing like that when I was about to have sex with Lana," he told her. The mention of her old rival's name cooled Lois' feelings. Clark went on, a huge smile on his face. "Only you could make me feel so comfortable. I love you, Lois," he told her.
Lois was shocked. She had longed to hear those words come from Clark's mouth for so long. Now here he was telling her. It wasn't like she had imagined it. She had always thought it would be after great sex or some romantic movie. Lois had imagined she would have to pull it out of the Boy Scout. This was definitely not on her playlist. Sure the part about the bedroom and the making out part was there, but the part where he stood in front of her beaming like a school boy, his heart wide open, was never part of her fantasies. Lois couldn't help herself. She began to cry. She threw her arms around Clark and whispered into his ear, "I love you too, you big doofus." When they kissed again, Lois noticed the difference. Just a few moments before, she had felt a passion fueled by lust and desire. Now she wanted her man because she needed to make love to him. She had never known this second feeling. Lois stepped back and looked at him with mock annoyance. "Ah hello, farm boy. You forgetting something? I'm still dressed!" she pointed out.
"We can't have that, Miss Lane," Clark replied. He reached up and brushed one of the shoulder straps of her dress aside. It fell along the side of her arm. Clark put his hand on her shoulder and gently caressed it. His hand moved to the front of her dress and freed her breast. He slowly circled her breast with his palm while dragging his thumb over her nipple. Without leaving that breast, Clark used his other hand to slide the other shoulder strap off. Lois's dress fell to the floor.
Clark stepped back to enjoy Lois and was amazed by her beauty. "Lois, I'm probably going to embarrass myself by saying this, but I have been fantasizing about you for the past year," he admitted. "I imagined you as looking like a goddess with your clothes off. Nothing my subconscious came up with even came close to how gorgeous you are," he said in hushed tones.
"If I weren't already going to fuck him, that would have sealed the deal," Lois thought happily. She rubbed her hands together. "My turn," she said and grabbed Clark, spinning him around so that his back was against the bed. She looked him over. "Where to begin, there are so many buttons," Lois pouted.
"Here, I'll help," Clark said. He pushed himself off the bed and stood with his feet shoulder width apart. He put both hands into the middle of his shirt where the two halves overlapped and paused for dramatic effect. Clark pulled to the sides, ripping the shirt open, popping buttons. Lois somehow knew that image (Clark standing tall in front of her with his shirt held open exposing his bare chest) would stay with her forever and keep her warm when Clark wasn't available. Lois was finally able to get her hands on his shirt and pull it out of his pants. She ran her hands up and down his smooth chest. Lois leaned over and bit one of his nipples. Clark closed his eyes and moaned. She started kissing his chest and stomach as she knelt in front of him. Lois undid Clark's belt and unzipped his fly. She massaged his manhood through his boxers. Clark ran his fingers through her silky hair. Lois hooked her thumbs under the waist bands of both his pants and his boxers and pulled them down. She helped him step out of them.
When Lois stayed on her knees, Clark looked a little uncomfortable. "Uh, Lois, what are you doing?" he asked.
Lois ran her hand up and down Clark's cock. "What's it look like I'm doing, Smallville?" she shot back. Lois started to lean forward to place a kiss on his large cock when she looked up at his face. He had another confused look in his eyes. Lois licked her lips as she realized she was about to give Clark something Lana had never given him. She stoked his balls as she kissed the head of his penis. Clark's look of surprise was priceless. Lois ran her tongue down his shaft and then back up to the top. She engulfed the head of cock with her mouth. "Taste like a human to me," Lois thought. Clark's knees buckled slightly. Lois pushed him back on the bed to keep him from falling over.
Lois crawled onto the bed and then on top of Clark. She bent down and kissed her man. Clark ran his hands up Lois' back. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts towards Clark. He pulled her down to him and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He suckled on it and swirled his tongue around the hardening nub. "Yeah, Smallville, like that," Lois moaned. Clark continued to suck and added a gentle nip every now and then. Each gentle bite brought a gasp of pleasure from her.
Lois felt Clark's hand slide between her legs and stroke her wetness. He slipped first one finger and then two inside her. He spread his hand out and brought his thumb into contact with her clit. Clark circled his thumb quickly and brought Lois to panting gasps. Lois couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed Clark's cock a placed it at the entrance to her pussy. Lois lowered herself onto him, his stiff cock filling her completely. She started to thrust against him while Clark lifted her by the hips. He easily supported all of her weight. Soon he had increased their pace beyond what she would have been able to do by herself. The increased speed pushed her over the edge quickly. She squeezed her muscles as she came and the sensation brought Clark with her. He emptied himself inside of her. Lois collapsed on her lover and blew a stand of hair out of her face. They kissed and Lois drew the covers up around them. She looked forward to falling asleep in Clark's arm.
"Smallville, can you take care of the candles?" Lois asked.
Clark kissed her on the cheek and said, "You bet, Lois." He swept the room with an under powered blast of super-breath. The candle flames went out and Lois cuddled into her boyfriend's arms.