Title: Power and Prophet
Author: Linda09
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with DC Comics, Smallville or anything else, I do not own the characters and am making no profit on this. The only thing I do own is THIS story which is mine.
Rating: As the story has quite a bit of sexual content and the occasional strong language, I've chosen to classify it as M. However there are many occasions when it will be a T rating. If you are underage, and shouldn't be reading the adult stuff please do not do so. If you are of age but don't like sexual content, just by-pass it.
Premise: Now before you all groan in horror and dismay let me explain. I wanted to write a totally different story to Second Chance (SC) using ALMOST the same basic outline; so to put you in the picture:
Lois left Smallville after the first episode in S7 (before Lana returned)
Lana came back after her fake death in S7 and lived with Clark at the farm (as happened in the show)
Lois returns to Smallville 15 years later, meets Clark again and they get together (of course)
So the difference to the BASIC outline is:
Clark didn't marry Lana
And Lois returns to Smallville
This story is pretty adult in nature from the very beginning in the way Clark/Lois talk, think and interact. Romance and sweetness will come with time, but it's not going to happen in two minutes. There is sex and it's fairly full on; so you have been warned.
As I've finished writing SC (no I haven't finished posting it), I needed a new (somewhat simpler) story to write in conjunction with the other two I'm currently working on, and this one was screaming to be written. Anyway, here's the first chapter, let me know if you like it or not.
Linda
**
1st June
When Clark Kent drove to the feed store to pick up supplies, then stopped in town to get a cup of coffee before heading to the market to buy some groceries, the last person he expected to see walking down Smallville's main street was Lois Lane.
Lois had been gone for so long, that he'd all but forgotten she'd ever lived there, so seeing her again had his eyebrows rising so high, they almost reached his hairline. Since she was carrying groceries he assumed that she wasn't just passing through, and he couldn't help wondering what had brought her back to a town that she'd shaken the dust from her shoes off, and never returned to until now.
His eyes automatically catalogued the changes in her, as his lips curved in approval and admiration. When she bent her head to scrounge for something in her purse, he ducked through the light traffic to cross the road, before casually walking in her direction until he was standing in her way, and she all but ran into him.
Finding her path blocked Lois looked up, frowned; blinked once, then again and a third time before she nodded slowly in recognition "Clark Kent, what are you doing here?"
"I live here, this is Smallville remember?" He replied politely, and felt his admiration slide at her next response.
"I remember, but the last I heard Lana magically came back from the dead, shacked up with you at the farm before the writing was even dry on her divorce certificate, and then pissed off....again. So I just figured that you'd still be industriously wasting your time the same way you did for years before I left; by chasing Lana around the globe, begging her to take you back." She returned cordially.
"Very funny." He retorted sarcastically.
"I wasn't trying to be funny." She countered seriously.
"Well Lana's old news, I kicked her to the curb a long time ago."
"You did!" Lois let out a small scoffing laugh "Right sure."
He shrugged, feigning unconcern whether she believed him or not, but felt his ire rise nonetheless "So what are you doing in Smallville?"
"Holidaying."
"In Smallville?" He asked dubiously.
"Yep, some people head to the mountains, others to the beach, I felt like coming to corn town USA." She returned blandly.
He nodded slowly "So how have you been Lois?"
"Just fine; you?"
"Just fine."
"Ok then, well I think that uses up all our conversation; see you Clark." She smiled amiably, stepped around him and began to walk away, but swung back at his call "Yes."
"You didn't say how long you'll be in town for."
"No I didn't." She replied casually before turning around. She could feel his eyes boring into her back but kept walking.
Clark watched Lois walk away, and wondered why he cared that he didn't know how long she'd be in Smallville. He hadn't seen her in 15 years, but she'd changed a hell of a lot. She was definitely a head turner, her face would be enough to catch men's attention, her body would have them craning their necks until they were sore; but when she opened her mouth, men would be turned right off again. Obviously he'd forgotten her existence through choice, and he'd definitely made the right call.
Lois used to be blunt to the point of rudeness, but she'd never been antagonistic without just cause. When he was sarcastic or rude to her back in the day, he'd felt the biting edge of her tongue in return, but this time she'd given him a good kick first without provocation. He didn't remember doing anything before she left that would cause her to be uncivil for no reason, so had to conclude that just as she'd become dangerously attractive with age, her tongue had likewise become dangerously sharp as well.
Her patent disbelief at his declaration that he'd dumped Lana shouldn't bother him but it did. It was damned embarrassing remembering what a fool he'd made of himself years ago. It was even more humiliating to run into someone who didn't only remember it, but didn't hesitate to remind him of it. His friends had never booted him about it, it was so long ago that no one else even mentioned it, but Lois just had to be the exception. He should have given her a wide berth when he first saw her, he should have known that she wouldn't just let his youthful idiocy slide. What man wanted to be reminded that he'd made a public spectacle of himself to all and sundry on multiple occasions over a girl; worse the same girl for years. Worse again, a girl that had to climb up, to even enter the category of 'so not worth it.' He'd put that stuff so far behind him that he'd forgotten about it, and yet within one minute of meeting Lois, she'd managed to make him feel like a complete dick all over again.
Well where's there's life there's hope; so hopefully this would be the first and last time that he'd run into her before she left Smallville once more. Turning, he walked to the Talon, took a seat and ordered coffee, passing the time of day with the waitress, who informed him there was a new woman in town. The few who'd seen and had known Lois previously began a discourse informing everyone that she wasn't new, but had in fact lived in Smallville years before. As the town only had had two realtors, when one walked in for his morning coffee minutes later, he was promptly questioned and confirmed that Lois had rented the old Murphy place for three months. That led to a full scale discussion on wondering what she'd been doing all this time, joking and laughter about how all the young single bucks would find some excuse to pop round and check her out, and speculation as to why she was back.
Keeping silent, Clark let the information flow around him, and enjoyed his beverage. He ignored the teasing looks thrown in his direction that he would be one of the young single men buzzing around her, but couldn't stop from scoffing at the suggestion silently in his head. After finishing his coffee, he called out a general goodbye and left to get some groceries before heading back to the farm.
This was a small town, so naturally anything new was the main topic of discussion. Men and women of marriageable age who stayed for any length of time, always made the top rung of the gossip ladder. He'd never realised when he was younger just how much gossip thrived in his home town, but now he did.
The first time he'd been inducted into the rumour mill he'd been shocked. One day he'd been minding his own at the feed store, said hello to a couple of the men and before he knew it, he was dragged into a discussion on the new attractive school teacher. That in turn led to speculation about whether Tim Watson was ever going to get around to marrying Lucy Arnold, a couple of women joined in the conversation, which then moved onto another topic and in the end, he'd been hard pressed to get away.
He'd gone home, told his mom all the news that he'd been given then asked her when did people in Smallville start gossiping? His mom had screamed with laughter, before informing him they always had.
He'd shaken his head and said that he'd never heard of it before. In return, she'd rolled her eyes and patiently reminded him that kids tended to live in their own little world. Teenagers had their own cliques, kept their gossip in their circle and it was usually about themselves. However, older people were interested in the lives of everyone, and as such they discussed everything, passed on any news they had to each other, and didn't tend to talk in front of kids who not only wouldn't be interested, but also weren't grown up enough to be considered an adult to join in their conversations.
He'd now become accustomed to being passed on the scuttlebutt of all the happenings in town, dragged into discussions and the like, so knew that people would calm down about Lois soon enough. As for himself, he had more than enough on his mind without wondering why a girl that he'd known only somewhat years ago was back. If her lack of enthusiasm at seeing him was any indication, she wouldn't care if she didn't see him again or not.
Admittedly he wasn't used to be ignored by the fairer sex, but Lois had never interested him overmuch, and he could say without doubt that the feeling was mutual. He was also well aware that years ago he hadn't taken the time to get to know her, and once again the same could be said in reverse.
Shrugging internally, he noted the time on the dash, and figured that he could get at least another hour of work in, before taking a break for lunch.
Swinging the wheel into the driveway, he pulled the truck to a stop in front of the barn, and unloaded the supplies that he'd bought from the feed store. After that the groceries were hauled into the house and put away, before he made his way outside and got back to work.
***
Lois placed her groceries on the kitchen table and smiled. When she'd arrived in the early evening the previous day, she'd been so tired from driving that all she'd felt like doing was dumping her things and going to bed; which was exactly what she'd done. However, when she'd woken up this morning, noticed the stillness and tranquillity all around, she knew that she'd made the right decision to come.
This was just what she needed; a small town that wasn't completely foreign to her, yet at the same time wasn't so familiar that people knew her well enough to make more than small talk.
A number of people that she'd known years before had stopped to pass the time of day with her. However, as this was a farming community, the majority of people weren't in town but on their farms working. As for the kids, once they finished high school they tended to leave, some came back others didn't, so the school age kids didn't know her, and only some of the older ones did. Although she hadn't gone completely unnoticed, neither had she been bombarded which was just the way she liked it.
The only person that she'd run into; almost literally that she'd known better than anyone else was Clark Kent. He would unquestionably be classified as eye candy by any woman who had a pulse, but she'd learnt long ago that appreciating a good looking man; didn't mean that she actually wanted said man in her bed or life.
She'd noted the look in his eyes; the same look men the world over had worn from the beginning of time when most anything with breasts crossed their path. So hoped that what she'd said had been enough to cut him down, thereby making him aware that not only was his interest not reciprocated, but that she'd prefer it if their conversation today was the last they had for another 15 years. From the way his eyes had cooled, to the glacial politeness in his tone of voice afterwards, she believed that he had gotten the message, so could only now trust that he would stay away.
Shaking off irrelevant thoughts, she put away the groceries then quickly changed into shorts and shirt, poured herself an iced tea and stepped outside the back door. It was quiet here, quiet and very very peaceful. Smiling at the utter serenity, she descended the stairs and walked around the garden.
She was only here for three months then she was off again. Maybe one day she'd find somewhere that she liked enough to put down roots, but so far that hadn't happened. Once or twice she thought that she'd found a place that she wanted to live permanently, but after the newness wore off, she'd grown bored and left. More than likely all the moving between army bases she done as a kid had given her itchy feet. Whatever the reason she liked her carefree lifestyle, and had yet to find any one place that held her attention for long.
After making a full circuit of the garden, she stopped beside the hammock that she'd set up before going into town earlier, and setting her empty cup down on the table beside it, slipped into the hammock, pushed the pillow under her head to get more comfortable and gently rocked. This was the life. Closing her eyes, her lips curved at the stillness all around. She could hear a couple of crows cawing at each other, a truck in the far off distance but otherwise; silence.
The warmth of the day, the stillness, and the light rocking soon put her in a restful doze that she didn't awake from until she felt the presence beside her. She knew who it was, and silently urged him to leave but when he didn't, she blew out a soft breath, and silently promised herself anew that it wouldn't happen.
Her eyes opened, travelled up the long jean covered legs that were in her line of vision, up past the broad chest that filled out the t-shirt very nicely, onto a firm chin and up to meet the eyes of Clark Kent once again.
At the fire in his eyes, she felt her breasts swell, the nipples firm, felt herself get wet and swore furiously in her head. She did not want this.
They both continued to stare, waiting for the other to speak.
***
Clark put down the phone down and scowled. He knew that if he didn't go and see Lois, his mom would somehow find out that he hadn't done as she'd requested, and then he'd never hear the end of it.
Lois had only been back one day and even though his mom was out of state, it hadn't stopped the rumour mill from reaching out and informing her that an old house guest of hers was back in town. That of course had his mom on the phone to him quick smart. As far as Martha Kent was concerned, civility and politeness demand that he go and make Lois welcome. When he'd told his parent that he'd already seen Lois and said hello, she'd all but snorted before informing him that a two minute conversation wasn't good enough.
Never mind that he had more than enough on his plate with running the farm, that he didn't have either the time or inclination to make neighbourly calls on a girl that he'd been happy to avoid at all costs years ago, or that he was over 30 and could do as he damned well pleased; when his mom told him to jump, he still did.
Well he'd go and do the neighbourly thing, but he wasn't going to shower or change his clothes. He had more important things to worry about than whether his appearance came up to Lois' standards. If she didn't like it; tough! He wasn't interested in impressing her, just keeping his mom off his back.
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the keys to his truck and slammed out of the house. He'd stop in and see Lois, keep her company for 10 minutes and then he'd leave knowing that he'd done as his mother requested before getting back to work. God knows he couldn't take Lois for longer than 10 minutes; he'd barely said hello to the woman earlier, and had been on the biting edge of her sharp tongue within seconds.
He drove to the Murphy place, pulled into the driveway and killed the ignition before getting out, making his way to the front door and pressing the buzzer. After waiting for several minutes, he pushed it again but when still no answer was forthcoming he sighed heavily. He could leave, tell his mom that he'd made the effort, but ended by rolling his eyes when he heard her voice replying that ringing the doorbell wasn't effort enough.
He could see Lois' car under the portico so knew that she was home, but either she wasn't answering or couldn't hear the bell. He rubbed his brow, decided against intruding on her privacy by x-raying though the door, and knew that if he didn't make the effort to find her, his mom would find out, and then he'd be in for it. His mom's lectures were as bad as his dad's used to be, and they always but always made him feel like a naughty school boy.
Turning he walked down the stairs, stepped around to the back yard and found Lois. She was fast asleep in a freestanding hammock that he had to admit looked inviting as hell. The sheer curtain above protected her from the harsh glare of the sun, while the cloth bed she was lying on looked comfortable as sin. Clark rubbed his eyes hard when his penis began to swell. Fuck! He so did not want this; she looked sensuous as hell, wholly sumptuous and he wanted her so badly that his back teeth ached.
Walking silently on the grass, he came to a stop beside her and told himself that he was not getting into this with Lois. He'd say hello, welcome back and then he was leaving. However, he couldn't stop his eyes from travelling over every feminine curve lying right in front of him. He swallowed hard as his eyes swept from her bare feet up her long, long tanned and toned legs to the edge of her shorts, then came to a stop at the strip of skin where her shirt was tied at the waist. Dragging his eyes from the skin so temptingly within reach, his gaze moved up along her abdomen, to the full ripe breasts that were pushing against the material with every breath she took, and once again stopped. He tried moving his eyes away, but the v of the shirt with the hint of cleavage snagged his attention and wouldn't let go. He could just see the lace edge of the bra, the plump flesh enticingly beneath it, and swiped his tongue over his lips. His hand clenched as his fingers began to itch, and pulling his eyes away they settled on her face soft in sleep, to the little smile curving her lips. God he ached to bend down and take her lips with his, to slip his hand inside her bra and cup it around sun warmed skin. Taking a deep breath, Clark felt his jeans tighten a little more. If Lois gave him so much as an opening he was taking it; and he wouldn't be leaving in 10 minutes.
When her eyes opened and lazily trailed upwards, Clark grit his teeth when his penis swelled further and became uncomfortably hard beneath the restriction of his jeans. His eyes swept down to her breasts, noted the hardened tips pressing against the shirt, and knew that it wasn't from a cold breeze since there wasn't one. When their eyes met, he further understood that she didn't want this any more than he did, but both knew it was going to happen all the same.
Lois ignored the craving in her belly, the hunger in his eyes, and swallowed the gasp at the thoughts clamouring in her head. Taking a deep breath, she swung her feet of the hammock and sat up "What are you doing here?"
"Mom heard you were back, and told me that I had to come over and be neighbourly." He replied bluntly.
"So why didn't your mom just come over then?" She asked curiously.
"Because she's not at home, so I was designated as the Kent welcome wagon."
She nodded lightly "Ok, well you've done as your mom said so you can go now." She pushed herself up to stand, wobbled, he reached out to grasp her arm and their eyes locked once again.
They stared for a moment longer, then he tugged, she stepped forward and mouths met. Teeth clashed as tongues thrust and parried. The kiss wasn't soft, sweet or nice; it was hard, burning and left both of them aching. He tugged her shirt off, she pulled off his t-shirt, he tugged off her shorts; she unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. He tugged off his boots, kicked the jeans off impatiently and once underwear was disposed off, he slipped his hand between her legs to ensure that she was ready and finding her wet, Clark dropped to his keens, grasped Lois around the waist and brought her down to impale her onto his rigid penis.
Holding her steady he moved her up and down, slamming into her time and again, as their lips, teeth and tongues continued to joust. Pulling his lips free, he wrapped his arms tight around her waist, lifted her completely off him and brought her back down again, and again, and again. Lois bit into his shoulder, mewling desperately for something, for completion. Clark grunted against the side of her neck as he continued to drive and thrust into her. Their bodies locked, separated, locked and with a screech she convulsed heavily around him when he pushed forcefully into her one last time, groaning aloud in sheer release.
They fell onto the grass in a tangle of arms and legs, taking in deep gulps of air, then smaller pants until breathing evened and hearts resumed normal rhythm.
"That was one hell of a neighbourly call."
He heard the dryness in her voice, turned his head and nodded "Yeah it was, but it was better than sharing coffee, cake and small talk."
She let out a short laugh, reached for her clothes and began to tug them on "Well, now that that's out of the way, I'll be seeing you."
He nodded and likewise reached for his clothes "Yeah, I have to be getting back to the farm." They stood up, looked at each other and saw the desire still swirling in each other's eyes "But I'll be back later."
"You're not spending the night." She informed him calmly.
He tugged her into his arms, kissed her hard and deep before letting go and stepping back "Whatever the lady wants, but I'll still be back."
"The lady wants sex, and that's all."
He inclined his head "That's convenient then because that's all I want too; so now we both know where we stand."
"Yes we do."
"I'll be back around six, we can eat dinner afterwards." He turned to leave but swung around at her next words.
"This is not a date; I'm not interested in holding your hand while we share a milkshake. You'll be back around six, we'll have sex and then you can go home again; we will not be eating dinner together." She informed him steadily.
"As I said before, whatever the lady wants." With a nonchalant salute, he turned and strode out of the yard.
Lois watched him leave then retrieved her cup, before walking back into the house. Dropping the item into the sink she made her way directly to the bathroom, stripped, stepped into the shower and lifted her face to the stream. She wished that she could say that what happened between them had been unexpected, but couldn't. Before coming back to Smallville, she'd had no warning; if she'd received one she never would have set foot in the town. However, when she saw Clark earlier in the day, she'd known then. She'd had a flash, but the picture she'd gotten hadn't shown them in the backyard, but on a bed. She'd tried to tell herself that it wasn't going to happen, had scornfully insulted him so that he wouldn't seek her out, but from the moment she'd had that flash, it had already been too late and she'd known it all along.
Twisting off the taps, she stepped out of the shower, dried herself off before wrapping the towel around her, then walked out of the bathroom, down the hall and stopped on the threshold to the bedroom. This is where she'd seen them, in this room and on this bed. Sitting heavily on the edge, she rubbed her brow and closed her eyes. She'd gotten used to the flashes that invaded her head, she didn't like them, wanted them to go away but she had become accustomed to them; and they were never wrong. The one thing she had never adapted to was the invasion of other people's thoughts. With help she'd learnt to control and minimise them, to block them out to a certain extent and guard her own mind, but there were still occasions when she couldn't do that. Waking up was one of those times, that was when her mind was relaxed and when she was at her most vulnerable, so hated anyone to be around until she'd had time to build a wall. There were very few people that she felt comfortable having around when she first woke up, and those select few were people that she trusted implicitly.
When she'd begun to drift awake, she'd felt drowsily lethargic, and then she'd heard him. Before her eyes had even opened she'd heard Clark's thoughts, and knew that he wanted her but didn't want to want her. She'd silently urged him to leave, to turn around and walk away because she didn't want to want him either. When he didn't leave, she'd given in and opened her eyes. It made no difference whether they wanted it or not, it was going to happen nevertheless.
She could have feigned sleep until doomsday, but his thoughts had been enough for her to know that like it or not, he was as trapped as she was. There was no running, no hiding; when she'd looked up to find him standing in front of her in the street earlier, the pictures that flashed in her head, one after another in rapid succession had left her dazed and blinking in confusion. Then she'd recognised just who it was standing in front of her, and hoped that by going for the jugular Clark would be defensive enough that he'd give her a wide berth from that time forth. She didn't want to use the word destiny, she hated the word destiny, but she'd known then that before she left Smallville, she and Clark Kent were going to be lovers.
She hated that, she'd always made her own choices, her own decisions and had never left anything up to fate. But from the time she'd first begun having pictures flash in her mind, choice had been taken out of her hands.
She'd been grateful for the flashes on numerous occasions; there had been many times when she'd been able to use the picture to help others from being hurt, to stop what she'd seen from taking place, and when the picture changed to show her that all was well, she'd felt happy. However, when it came to her own life; running and walking away had never worked. The flashes just became more and more until finally the culmination when the picture was complete. She'd stopped trying to run, but she still hadn't learnt not to fight against it in some way; docility had never been in her vocabulary, so fighting was something that she would never stop doing.
Well she was only here for three months, and no doubt they'd burn themselves up in sex long before she left, but at least by fulfilling the picture, the flashes of them would stop. That was something she could count on, and take comfort in.
Standing, she stepped over to the chest of drawers to pull out underwear, then over to the cupboard and grabbed a sundress. Once dressed she combed her hair, slipped her feet into sandals and made her way to the lounge room to switch on some soft music. Stepping into the kitchen she made herself a sandwich, poured herself a glass of coke and sat at the table to eat before making her way back into the lounge room.
After setting up her little fold away table, she picked up the large sewing case sitting beside the sofa, and opened it. At the sight of the brightly coloured threads, the assorted needles and various bits and pieces she'd packed with care, her lips lifted. Unpacking the material carefully, she pulled the needle loose and was soon immersed in her craft.
Who knew that Lois Lane would enjoy sewing so much? When it had been recommended to her as an exercise to let her mind be quiet, she hadn't expected to enjoy it, much less keep it up, but at the time she'd been desperate to try anything. So she'd taken one class after another, had learnt all different types of sewing, but it was cross stitching that had captured her.
She could now sew anything, and actually made most of her own clothes, but it was cross stitching that was her joy. She loved the relaxation she felt while doing it, and the satisfaction when a piece of work was complete. Her friends and family certainly seemed to appreciate the pieces that she made for them, and she had found a vocation that allowed her to do what she enjoyed, while giving her the wherewithal to afford it.
The shop she owned with her partner was growing by leaps and bounds. They'd recently expanded to include the two dwellings either side making their enterprise larger, thereby providing customers with even more opportunities to spend their money, and their reputation for selling top quality materials, and finished products was swiftly flourishing. Best of all the arrangement worked beautifully for both of them. Anne was a homebody so was happy to stay in one place and keep the shop running, while she had the freedom to travel around America, enjoying her nomadic existence while continuing to scout out talent that would be interested in selling their work in her shop. They received a fair commission for selling the work, the artists made money, the customers were happy and all was well.
They now employed one full time and two part time assistants, all of which were talented enough to hold different types of sewing classes, they also had a regular customer base, plus those who wandered in off the street, and had begun a mail order business to keep and capture any others who wished to purchase from them. All in all it was a genuine pleasure to make money doing something that she enjoyed.
Holding up a panel that she was working on, Lois smiled in delight. This was her biggest piece to date, and it was only half complete but she was determined to get it done by Christmas. She knew that her dad would love it, and was looking forward to seeing his face when he saw the new bedspread that she'd made for him.
Smiling, her fingers kept busy; and her mind emptied of everything except the soft music in the background and meticulous work of her craft.
***
Clark brought his truck to a stop outside the barn, got out and began to pile all the materials into the bed for the fencing that needed to be fixed in the back field. Once everything was loaded, he was on his way. While his hands kept active, nailing and repairing one piece of fencing after another, his mind swirled.
Well he'd gone to see Lois as his mother had dictated, but he hadn't expected to have sex with her in the middle of the afternoon. Swiping his hand over his forehead, he looked over the field and shook his head. He'd felt desire, passion and wanting before, but never like that. When he'd seen Lois earlier in the day, he'd first felt surprise, then admiration then irritation. However, when he'd walked into her back yard, and saw her lying in the hammock, his mouth had gone dry while his mind had run rampant with pictures of them rolling around on the grass.
Well at least Lois would now know that not only was Lana the last thing on his mind, but that he'd changed a hell of a lot from the snivelling boy she'd known years before. It had never even entered his head to prove it to her, but he couldn't help but admit that it felt damn good to set her straight in a way that was not only extremely satisfying, but very enjoyable for both of them.
It had been a pleasant interlude and he was certainly looking forward to repeating it, but for now he had work. Shaking his head to dispel thoughts of Lois, he looked over the fields and felt his smile hitch up. Who knew that Clark Kent would be a trail blazer in Smallville? Years ago when he'd taken up farming full time, he'd started with just growing corn as had always been done. However, when he branched out and decided not to limit himself to only growing corn, a few of the older farmers had shaken their heads in dismay. Smallville was a corn town; it had always been a corn town so why on earth was young Kent now growing beans, carrots and other vegetables. He'd heard the talk, listened to the advice that had freely been given to him, then had gone and done his own thing; and he'd been successful at it.
He wasn't in the millionaire league, so couldn't be classified as rich but neither was he hurting. His bank account was nicely healthy, and every square inch of the Kent land was no longer co-owned by the bank; it was theirs debt free.
He didn't have unlimited free time where he could just sit back and relax, but that was just fine with him. He'd no sooner finished planting one vegetable than two others were ready for harvesting, not to mention all the other farm chores that had to be done, so he was kept busy all year round, and he was gratified with that. When he'd first mentioned the idea to his mom, she'd said that he should give it a go, so he had. Now, some of those same farmer's who'd shaken their heads at him initially, came to him for advice on branching out into other crops as well.
Being a farmer had never been his life goal, he'd never really had a life goal other than being a normal everyday guy. However, even normal guys had to work if they wanted to pay the bills, so when he couldn't find anything that he particularly wanted to do, he'd decided to give farming a serious go, and now understood why his dad had loved it. He was his own boss, didn't feel stifled sitting in an office, punching in and out by a time clock, and he had the satisfaction and pride of a job well done.
Farming suited him in multiple ways. He really liked that he could move at whatever pace he wanted to. Usually he didn't use super anything to keep the farm running, but when he needed to, he was lucky enough to have the ability to do so. He'd been farming full time for 12 years now, and had long since gotten it down to a fine art. Unless something happened out of the blue, every day he knew exactly what had to be done to keep the farm running smoothly, so rushing around wasn't necessary. As such he usually just pottered along and did everything the old fashioned way as his dad had done before him, and he enjoyed that too.
When Lana came to live with him after her divorce from Lex, he'd initially worked the farm so that he could have the normal life that he'd always dreamt off. When she took off, he'd worked at the Planet for a year, but soon came to realise that journalism wasn't for him. It never really had been, but at least he'd given it a go. Afterwards he'd left to do his training, came back two years later and took up farming. That was when he knew that being a farmer really was what he wanted to do with his life. It had nothing to do with living an ordinary existence, Lana, or running from his destiny; he just enjoyed it.
As he was his own boss he also had the freedom to leave and give assistance when it was required. He usually kept the radio switched onto a news channel, so had the liberty of taking off without worrying about anyone seeing him, then coming back to his real life. That was something his training had taught him, and he wished he'd done it long before he had. He could now move faster than when he was a teenager, faster than the eye could see actually, his hearing was even more acute but he'd also learnt how to block out extraneous sounds, he was much more adept with sleight of hand, and he could fly.
When he was a kid there were many times when someone witnessed what he'd done, or they'd questioned how he always happened to turn up when help was needed. Thanks to his training he no longer had to make up lame excuses. Although people were aware there was someone helping, at most they saw a blur, and that was the way he liked it. He retained his anonymity, managed to keep the traditional everyday life that he'd always craved, while giving him the ability to help when it was required all without fear of detection. His mom thought he should wear a costume like his friends in the JLA, but he really wasn't keen on that idea, especially considering the costume that she'd made for him. The first time he'd put it on, he'd taken it off a minute later and decided that costumes weren't for him.
Oliver still wanted him to join the Justice League and he'd seriously considered it, but although he was happy to help out inconspicuously when they needed it, he didn't want to be part of it full time. The last time Ollie had asked, he'd returned with the famous Groucho Marx quote 'I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members', his friend had laughed in appreciation, but told him to think about it anyway. He'd thought about and maybe one day he would, but for now he was happy going it solo, and staying well under the radar.
Reaching down Clark picked up the last piece of fencing, hammered in the nail then looked along the line and felt pleased with his progress. After a quick look at his watch, he decided that he'd finish the rest tomorrow. Right now he had to take care of the animals before getting ready for his date; no not a date, an assignation. He liked the sound of that even more.
He piled the tools in the truck, drove back to the yard and after putting everything away, fed the animals then returned to the house, and made a beeline for the bathroom. Pulling the truck keys out of his pocket, he tossed them on the vanity, then swiftly undressed and stepped into the shower. And once again thoughts of Lois flowed into his mind. She didn't want him to stay the night; and that was just fine with him. She didn't want him to stay for dinner; that was also fine. Hauling his ass to her place for sex suited him down to the ground. He didn't have to waste time with social niceties, didn't have to try and sweet talk to get her into bed, and he didn't have to make polite conversation; he already had a sure fire guarantee that he was going to get laid. What man was going to refuse an offer by the lady herself to come and have sex, before merrily going on his way? Not him.
He twisted the taps off, grabbed a towel to quickly wipe off, snatched up the keys and walked into his bedroom. After dressing, he combed his hair, and left the house.
While driving to the house Lois had rented, memories of how she'd looked, her scent and the feeling of her wrapped around him earlier, caused his pulse to being throbbing. She'd smelt lightly of perfume and perspiration, her feet had been slightly dirty, obviously from walking in the yard, her hair piled carelessly on her head with loose tendrils falling haphazardly, tiny beads of sweat on her face and in the cleavage of her breasts; altogether combined had given her a somewhat fey appearance. Feeling her soft inner muscles surrounding and clutching at him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her mouth on his, her teeth biting at him, the sound of her voice in his ear...blowing out a harsh breath, Clark lifted his foot slightly of the accelerator and shook his head hard.
If he didn't think of something else, it was going to be over before it began. Switching the music on loud, he tried to drown out visions of Lois from dancing in his head, but it was useless. The closer he got to her place, the faster his pulse sped up. Pulling into the driveway, he turned off the ignition, got out of the truck, sprinted up the stairs and rang the bell.
When Lois pulled the door open, Clark snaked one hand around the back of her neck, one around her waist and tugged her to him. His mouth clamped onto hers, while the hand around her waist slid up and tugged down the zipper of her dress. They stumbled forward a few steps, mouths interlocked, as hands busily tried to tug clothes off. Growling impatiently, he slid them both down the wall, rolled her underneath, slid the dress up to her waist, tugged her panties down and growled again when she pushed his pants and underwear down before closing her hand around his shaft.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
Without further ado, he thrust inside and felt slick wet tight flesh encasing him. He reared back, thrust again and began to advance and retreat in and out faster, barely withdrawing before plunging back inside again. He tugged down the front of her dress, snapped open the catch of her bra, and pushed the cup out of the way impatiently to enclose as much of her breast into his mouth that he could, sucking strongly then tugging gently on the nipple with teeth and lips.
Lois gasped as the sensation of his mouth tugging on her breast shot straight to her womb, making her ache for more. Reaching down, she clamped her hands onto his bottom, lifted her legs to hook high around his hips, and cried out at the full delicious feeling of him pounding into her.
A snarl of excitement escaped Clark's throat when Lois' legs clamped high around his hips, pulling his penis deeper into her. His teeth raked over the nipple, before his mouth lifted to seal with hers. Tongues stroked and duelled, as their loins continued to collide and part; slamming back together time and again. Reaching down he grasped her thighs, pulled them high around his waist, and captured the cry that escaped her mouth with his. It didn't last long, it couldn't; both were already at fever pitch, and this just felt like a continuation of what had gone earlier. Falling over the edge moments later, they swallowed each other's moans as their mouths stayed fused.
Burying his face in the rug beside her neck, Clark relished in the feeling of her tissues quivering around his penis, while her previously tumescent nipple, softened against his chest. When Lois began gasping for breath, he rolled off her, and kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling, wondering if he had any brain cells left. When he could speak without panting, he blinked then frowned "Where the hell are we?"
Lois moved her head languidly and looked around "In the doorway between the hall and lounge room."
Gathering his strength, he pushed up to sit against the wall and rubbed his eyes hard "I didn't even get your clothes off."
Pushing herself up to sit against the door jamb opposite, Lois smoothed down her dress, tugged up the top to cover herself, and shrugged unconcerned "You got the important bit off; and now that we're done...." She waved lazily at the front door "Close the door on your way out."
He looked over, saw the front door was standing wide open and shook his head "We're not done yet." He kicked the door closed with his foot, crawled to her, and kissed her quickly "In fact we're far from done." At her lifted brow, he smirked "I intend to get you naked, on the bed and then we're going to do it all over again."
She raked her hands through her hair before letting them fall "You got me naked earlier in the day."
"And I'm going to do it again." He stood, pulled up his pants and zipped them then held out his hand. She took it and they'd no sooner stepped into the bedroom than round two began.
Feeling gloriously replete and lethargically pooped 90 minutes later, Clark blew out a deep breath, lifted up on one elbow and swept his eyes over her figure "You've got a hell of a body Lois."
Her eyes swept up and down his form in return "Ditto." Rising she walked to the cupboard, grabbed a robe and slipped it on "Well I'm hungry, and now that we are done, it's time for you to put your pants on and leave."
He laughed, nodded and crawled out of bed. Once dressed he followed her to the front door, pressed her up against the wall and kissed her deeply "I'll be back tomorrow."
"Same time?"
He shook his head before pressing his lips to hers once again "Actually I was thinking instead of coming in the afternoon, I'd come after breakfast, and again before dinner."
She shook her head in answer "Nope, one or the other; I do have a life y'know."
He slid his lips to her ear, nipped lightly on the lobe and whispered "You're on vacation, and you'll make time for me because we both know with just a look, we can set each other off." He let her go, stepped back, and deliberately stroked his eyes down slowly. When her nipples hardened against the silk of her robe, the heat flared once again. Feeling himself swell, he took her hand, and placed it against his lower body. Looking up, he let her see the desire in his eyes that was likewise churning in hers "We've just spent two hours affirming our affinity in bed, and confirming just how astounding sex can be when the chemistry is right; yet without even touching we're both ready to go at it again."
Her lips curled slightly in acknowledgement "Then I'll see you tomorrow."
"Are you sure that I can't stay the night?"
Lois bobbed her head "I'm sure."
Clark inclined his head "Then I'd better go while I still can." He pulled the door open, stepped outside, heard the locks snick and shook his head. He'd expected it to be good; it couldn't have been anything else after what they had this afternoon, but holy shit.
He didn't know what in the hell was going on between them, but it was damned potent. He'd never wanted anyone so hard or fast in his life. He'd had some good sex before but what he'd just experienced had been mind numbing. Swiping his hands down his face, he got into his truck and drove home.
After having a shower, he ate dinner, did some bookwork, wrote out a few cheques for bills that had to be paid then went to bed. And once again thoughts of Lois stirred. Who the hell would have believed that Lois Lane could stir him up so much?
Her mouth used to annoy the hell out of him; it still had when he'd seen her earlier in the day, now it turned him on like a house afire. She didn't even have to touch him and the top of his head nearly blew off. Remembering again how she felt under him, on top of him, moving inside her, Clark groaned and shifted uncomfortably. Rolling over he tried to think of corn, beans anything but in the end had to get out of bed to have a cold shower. Leaning one hand against the tile, he let the water beat down on the back of his neck and closed his eyes.
He loved sex as much as the next man, but he'd never been a sex addict or a rutting beast. When it was over he was usually happy to go to sleep, especially if it saved him from having to make conversation. He liked falling asleep with a woman beside him, but honesty compelled him to admit it was because he loved having sex in the morning. Bart had sent him a comment that he'd found on the internet once, and he'd laughed out loud because he'd thought it was hilariously true. Before sex a woman's caress feels great; after sex her touch feels like the tentacles of a horrible beast trying to smother him. Right now he'd take Lois' chatter and her tentacles, if he could just be inside her again.
Earlier in the day he'd hoped never to see her again, now he wanted....god now he just wanted her. Hell, he really really wanted to grab the keys to his truck and go back to her place her again. He could still taste her, feel her, see her, and he really, really wanted to spend all night making love with her. Fast, hard, slow, gently. Her on top while he lay back and just enjoyed being ridden, while watching her full ripe breasts sway in time with her movements. Him on top revelling in the pleasure of taking her, feeling her breasts cushioned and kneaded against his chest, her legs wrapped tight around his hips. From behind, cupping a breast in one palm, his other hand sitting on the wet curls of her mound, their mouths locked, her hands running up and down his flanks before her fingertips dug into his buttocks; and always, always the sublime glorious feeling of being buried deep inside her. God, they'd done all of that, and he wanted to do it all over again now; right now! His eyes opened and swearing savagely, he reached down and did what he had to, if only to stop himself from going back to Lois and begging.
Climbing into bed once again, he determinedly didn't think of anything other than the work that had to be done around the farm, and went to sleep thinking about slugs and other garden pests that could attack his crops before he could stop them.
***
After Clark left, Lois stepped into the shower, stepped out again 20 minutes later, dressed in her nightclothes and headed into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she took out the cold meat and salad that she'd purchased earlier, served herself a generous portion, poured a glass of wine and sat at the kitchen table to enjoy.
Well the sex had been fantastic, but then she'd known it was going to be from the flash she'd had of them earlier, and from their adventures in the backyard.
It seemed that Clark Kent wasn't the little choir boy that he'd pretended to be years ago. Either Lana had taught him well; which she doubted since the girl had been far too self-centred to care about anyone's needs other than her own, or he'd had plenty of practice; which was unbelievable given the man in question, but much more likely all the same. Either way; at least until she and/or Clark got sick of the sight of each other, or her time in Smallville was up, whichever came first, she was going to be the very lucky recipient of a man who knew what he was doing when he got a woman naked.
Nothing was more off putting than a ham handed man who not only didn't know what he was doing, but whose only goal was getting off himself, without caring whether his partner was satisfied or not. Even when it had been fast, Clark had ensured that she wasn't left feeling empty or unfulfilled, and she was grateful for that. If he had, then she would have said 'goodbye and good riddance' and not even a picture flashed in neon lights 100 feet high would have changed her mind.
Finishing up her dinner, she wiped her mouth with a napkin, washed the dishes before grabbing the bottle of wine from the fridge to top up her glass, and retreated to the lounge room to once again become immersed with sewing.