What the Hey You Can't Have Everything

Folc4evernaday | Rated: M | Chapter 1

The room was quiet. The music Randy had left playing when he'd left the office earlier had been turned off. He silently cursed the janitor whom he was already prepared to blame for interfering with ruining the setting of his office.

The sound of fingernails drumming against his wood-grain desk caught his attention. Someone was still here. The sinking feeling in his gut told him it wasn't the janitor. The smell of cigar smoke confirmed it.

"You know that's not good for you," Randy stated flatly as he walked up behind his intruder.

Mindy Church turned around in his plush leather chair to face him. She looked slightly startled, "Randy, don't sneak up on me like that," she chastised.

"Don't make surprise visits. This is still MY office." He pointed out.

Mindy shrugged, removing her feet from the desk. She turned around to face him. "Since when is it a crime for me to visit my favorite big brother?" She pouted.

Randy Goode sighed, "You never wanted to visit before. You were too busy with…what's his name?"

"Bill?" Mindy prompted.

"Yeah," Randy nodded. "How is the old chap?" He asked snidely.

Mindy glared at him. "I don't know; he's in prison. How does it feel to be runner-up to Superman again?"

"For the last time," Randy said. "I have my own plans for Superman."

"You have your own plans for Superman?" Mindy asked. "Like what?"

"I'm going to make it, so he won't be able to show his face in Metropolis anymore, or anywhere else, for that matter. His peace treaty negotiations will fall apart, and I'll be there to pick up the pieces."

"No," Mindy corrected. "They fall apart. Our partners in Latislan want nothing to do with these treaties. Be sure it stays that way."

"Just leave it to me," Randy smiled back smugly.

"You're forgetting one small detail…" Mindy reminded him. "Everyone has tried to destroy Superman and failed. No one has ever succeeded in scaring Superman off or killing him."

"Everyone has dirty laundry. I'm going to find and expose it, then watch the chips fall where they may," Randy explained.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Mindy sniffed.

"Well, then it's a good thing we have a multi billion dollar communications company available to us to do just that." Randy reminded her. "They don't call me the king of sleaze for nothing."

"Well, if you do actually manage to pull it off it would be perfect. Intergang could finally regain its stronghold on the city." Mindy said wistfully.

Randy handed her a glass of wine, and held his own glass up, "To Intergang,"

"To Intergang," She agreed before taking a sip.

The Daily Planet always seemed in a state of chaos. Reporters were constantly scurrying about, trying to meet deadlines. It was hard to keep track of everyone's comings and goings. So, it wasn't surprising that no one noticed the new researcher at the Daily Planet.

Lois glanced sorrowfully towards the television monitors reflecting the image of nuclear missiles being armed. She turned back towards Clark. Their planned weekend getaway was falling apart as she watched the armies on either side approaching the borders of Latislan and Podansk. It was a volatile situation, to say the least. By the grim expression on her husband's face, she knew he was going to intervene. 'So much for a weekend of no interruptions,' she thought to herself.

"You're not going to be able to go anyway." She sighed reaching for the phone, "I'll cancel the reservations."

"No," He removed the phone from her grasp and replaced the phone on the receiver. "You go on up." He whispered conspiratorially. "I'll meet you there." He smiled before casting a wayward glance towards the television monitors. "Superman's gonna have a little talk with those old warhorses..." he added as Lois beamed brightly at him, reaching up to loosen his tie in anticipation of their upcoming weekend. "...and get them to honor their truce."

She tugged him towards her, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "Don't be long." He reluctantly pulled away and then headed towards the stairwell. She watched his retreating figure appreciatively.

"Lois Lane?" A petite unknown woman with glasses, shoulder-length black hair, and a stack of files in her arms interrupted Lois' thoughts.

Lois reluctantly broke her gaze away from the retreating figure of her husband and addressed the mysterious woman, "Yes?"

"Okay, you don't know me. I'm just a pencil-pusher in research," the woman gushed. "My name is Samantha, and you're my idol!" She violently shook Lois' hand.

Lois blushed at the compliment. "Well, thank you." She began to shut down her computer, preparing to leave for the airport. She turned to Samantha, who was still standing next to her. She followed Samantha's gaze and noticed she was watching Clark's retreating figure as well.

When Lois gazed at her critically, Samantha blushed. "Wow, that husband of yours; he a hunk isn't he? I mean, he's no Superman, but what the hey; you can't have everything."

"Excuse me?" Lois made no effort to hide the chill in her tone. Did she just make a dig at Clark? She glared at Samantha. "Did you seriously just -?"

"What's Superman like?" Samantha interrupted, not giving Lois a chance to voice her outrage.

"Like?" Lois stared at the woman incredulously. What was her deal? First Clark, now Superman?

"Could you introduce me?" Samantha sat on the edge of Lois' desk, trying to appear demure.

"Pardon?" Lois was dumbfounded by the audacity of this woman. She wasn't sure if Samantha was trying to compliment or insult her.

"Of course, I don't even know if he dates outside of his own species," Samantha interrupted Lois' thoughts.

Lois took a deep breath before speaking. "Uh, pardon me, but I have to go. I have a plane to catch." She grabbed her coat and headed for the nearest exit. She didn't notice Samantha picking up the confirmation letter from Chateau Roberge on her desk.

Frustration. That was the only word for it. Clark had spent the entire afternoon disabling missile after missile when the leaders of Latislan and Podansk had both violated the terms of their agreement. They were trying to iron out terms of the peace treaty but that seemed almost impossible when neither side trusted the other.

Both parties had been forced to leave their guards outside the conference room when he had arranged for them to meet him at the Metropolis Diamond Hotel. It was a small room with six chairs and a long conference table. The seats seemed comfortable but no one was using them at the moment. The room was titled, 'Tranquil Silence.' It was ironic. Things were anything but tranquil and silent.

As Clark, he had been gone on assignment all week covering the International Peace Prize ceremony in Stockholm. Now, as Superman, the first thing he had to deal with was negotiating a peace treaty between these two world leaders. He was tired. His body didn't need a lot of sleep to function; not like everyone else's anyway, but he could feel the weariness taking its toll on him. He missed Lois. He had only been in town long enough to land before both their schedules had demanded their attention. Lois had had her deadlines with the paper as did he; and Superman, as always, was needed.

At the UN last night, he'd agreed to help the cause of world peace by mediating between President Kasparov and General Navance. They seemed like respectable reasonable men when he'd first met with them this morning. Now he wasn't so sure. They were two grown men—world leaders—fighting over the pettiest of details. Neither one of them seemed able to let go of the past long enough to move forward. Maybe this was a mistake?

"And another thing, Kasparov, the brutality with which your people attacked - "

Navance was cut off by President Kasparov. "My people? You and your armies,"

No, it wasn't a mistake. He had agreed to bring these two enemies together and help them find common ground, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

"ENOUGH!" Clark interrupted. "Gentlemen, you can't keep doing this!" He tried to portray a calm he didn't feel as he spoke. "How do you expect to negotiate a peace treaty between your countries if you two cannot agree on anything?"

Navance and Kasparov glanced at one another. President Kasparov spoke first, "Navance. Superman is right. All we're doing is tearing each other apart."

"Why don't we all meet back here on Monday; take some time to reflect and write up the proposals?" Clark suggested. Hopefully, that would keep them sidetracked long enough for both sides to calm down and think more clearly.

"Superman does have a point," Navance pointed out.

President Kasparov's face softened as he contemplated Superman's suggestion, looking towards General Navance, "It wouldn't hurt for us to take a break for the weekend."

"Then we're agreed. The proposals will be submitted Monday when we meet again?" Clark asked.

"Agreed," General Navance replied. The men stiffly walked out of the conference room and made their way to their separate quarters.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief once the two men had vacated the conference room. Finally, he could leave. Lois had planned their weekend getaway, and he was already late. He left the office at super-speed and headed north. Hopefully, there would be no more distractions, and he would be able to spend an uninterrupted weekend with his wife. He just had to make one pit stop…

Lois glanced out the window once more; looking for a sign of Clark's arrival. Since his return to Metropolis, a few days ago they'd scarcely seen one another outside of work. Superman's presence had been demanded by the long-time enemies, Latislan and Podansk. The two countries were trying to iron out a peace treaty with the help of her husband.

She sighed, running her hand through the silky brunette strands of hair that brushed against the nape of her neck. She was proud of Clark for helping these two enemies agree on peace. It was after all, what Superman did; what Clark did, but she still had a hard time sharing him with the world when he'd been away from her for so long. She knew it was selfish to feel that way. With time, she thought. She would probably learn to adjust to Superman's hectic schedule, but right now she missed her husband.

She sat on the edge of the luxurious king-size bed, stretching her arms up over her head as she brushed her hands against the soft cotton. A cool breeze brushed against her face. She eagerly sat up to face the window, hoping to see Clark waiting for her. The open window teased her with its white cotton drapes blowing in the wind. No sign of Clark.

Lois glanced over at the once roaring fire that was now just glowing coals. She sighed, getting off the bed to stir it. The flames slowly began to ignite once more after she added another log to the fire.

She turned to stand up when two familiar hands covered her eyes, "Guess who?" Clark whispered.

Feeling playful, she replied coyly, "Give me a hint?"

His lips met hers, teasing her with his familiar taste and aroma. He slowly pulled away from her, helping her to her feet. "I missed you," Lois said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I've missed you," Clark whispered back, cupping her cheek as he rested his head against hers. She smiled broadly, running her hands through his dark hair.

She pulled away from him slightly to guide them towards the king-sized bed. She smoothed the imaginary wrinkles in his jacket while she gave him a once-over. He looked good, really good, in his black long sleeve button-up shirt and faded blue jeans.

She held onto the lapels of his jacket as she backed up towards the master bed, guiding him with her. "No more interruptions."

"No more interruptions," Clark repeated, wrapping his arms around her waist. "No more meetings until Monday," he promised, walking towards the bed with her. "And I seriously doubt any calls for help are going to reach this far up into the mountains."

Lois gave him an evil grin, "That's the idea," she murmured, tightening her grip on his jacket lapels. The back of her jean-clad thighs came in contact with the edge of the bed. She helped Clark shed his jacket, tossing it to the floor. She turned to see the bouquet of roses on the nightstand and a bottle of champagne in the ice bucket.

She looked back at him with a smile, the question written on her face. "I made a pit stop." He explained, pushing her back against the soft mattress. "You like?"

Lois looked behind her, as he fell onto the bed next to her, catching another glimpse of the roses and the champagne. "Oh, Clark." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her. "You didn't have to go to all that trouble."

Clark cupped her cheek, tracing the outline of her jaw, "Yes...Yes. I..." he whispered. "I wanted this weekend to be special. Just, you," he placed a kiss on her cheek, "and me," he brushed another kiss against the tip of her nose, "alone." He finally met her lips with his, holding her close to him.

She pulled him closer. His arms encircled her waist, molding her tiny frame against his solid build. She lifted her leg slightly to brush her frame against his and set her foot against his calf.

"Lois," he murmured, his breath warming her lips. His arms tightened around her, rolling them over, so she was beneath him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She grinned as he released a guttural moan of approval. She tightened her legs more securely around him, "Lo-isss..."

She whispered a kiss on his neck, nibbling gently at the skin, "I've missed you," she murmured in between open-mouthed kisses.

"I know," His hand moved to cup her cheek lovingly, and he leaned in, in order to recapture her lips once more.

Metropolis Airlines would never receive business from Goode International again. Samantha fumed as she rode in the taxi up the steep mountains that hid the luxurious getaway, Chateau Roberge. She had lost Lois Lane. After barely making it onto her flight, she had been stuck between a bitter old couple arguing about who had coughed. Then when the plane had landed, she had been stopped repeatedly by airport security, asking to check her camera bag.

"We're here," the cab driver informed her, pointing to the luxurious estate in front of them.

"Wow," Samantha looked up at the tall brick building behind the iron gates. It was beautiful. The snow made it look like a winter land fairy tale. "Thank you."

She handed the driver money for the fare and a tip. "Have a good night. Hope you find what you're looking for,"

"Believe me, so do I," she grinned back at him, closing the door behind her. She watched the cab drive off then headed inside.

Lois tugged fiercely at the remainder of the button down dress shirt neatly tucked inside Clark's jeans. It hung loosely off his shoulders as she raked her fingers against his hard chiseled chest. He pulled away to disentangle himself from the garment and tossed it to the floor. A moment later, he was in her arms again.

Her gaze hungrily crossed over his impressive build. "Clark," she murmured breathlessly against his lips.

"I love you so much," he whispered, slipping his hand beneath her sweater. His hand brushed against the sheer fabric of her bra. He could feel her pebbled buds through the fabric as he gently rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. "Lois," he breathed softly in her ear.

She moaned in pleasure, tightening her arms around him. "Clark." She ground her hips against his. His hand rested at her waistline, lifting her sweater upward.

No sign of Superman. Samantha hesitantly looked around the snowy terrace of Chateau Roberge. Was she in the right place? She checked the suite number once more. Based on the information she had gotten from the front-desk clerk, she was standing below Lois Lane's room at this moment. She approached the ladder that led up to Lois's suite. It was pretty high up. Samantha hated heights.

"Promotion, promotion, promotion, promotion…" Samantha repeated to herself as she stepped up the ladder; one foot at a time.

Their clothing lay scattered on the floor by the bed. Lois lay beneath him completely bare with her hand curled firmly around his length. She felt him shudder beneath her touch. She always found it amusing to watch him as he struggled to remain in control during their foreplay. Even though they had been married for a few months and experienced one another in different ways he still melted beneath her touch.

"Pachattar, cauhattar, tihattar.."

Lois laughed, "What is that?"

"Hindi," he whispered, pressing his lips against her collarbone. She could feel her toes curling beneath his touch as he continued his sensual assault on her body.

She knew he was having just as much of a struggle in keeping control as she was. Early in their engagement, she had caught him muttering under his breath in different languages to keep from being pushed over the edge during their heated make out sessions.

He moved up her body, nibbling at the flesh along his way. She kept a firm grip on his engorged member, gliding up and down its length. He let out a low moan as she grazed against the tip, "Lo-is, you're killing me,"

"What do you expect?" She teased, "It's been almost a week and..."

"Five days, twelve hours, thirty-eight minutes, and sixteen seconds," He responded before capturing her mouth with his. She could feel the tightness within her belly spasm as his hand slipped in between her legs, nudging them apart. The moisture between her legs covered his hand. "And at this rate, I won't be able to make it another minute,"

"Another minu—Oh!" His head dipped down to nibble at her neckline as he grazed against her swollen nub with his thumb. She tensed up, releasing his length as she held onto his shoulders for support. He traced the outline of her opening with his index finger. She opened her mouth, unable to voice the pleasurable thrill that had run through her at that moment. He smiled, capturing her mouth with his as he continued his sweet torture.

"Cl…Oh!" She wheezed out as his teeth brushed against her rosy buds. It startled her. She wasn't normally that sensitive there, but her senses seemed to be much more heightened tonight. It probably had something to do with being away from Clark for so long. She could feel her body aching for him.

"You okay?" he asked. He was looking up at her in concern.

She nodded. "Just, a little sensitive," she explained.

The look of concern on his face was replaced with a smile. He lowered his mouth to her chest once more, softly brushing his lips against her swollen nipples. "Better?"

She sighed softly, "Mmm hmm," Her right foot slid up his backside, digging it into his lower back.

Clark let out an involuntary shudder as he felt the heel of her foot glide up and down his backside. He continued to suckle her firm breasts gently. Her hands fisted his hair enthusiastically, encouraging his ministrations. "Oh, Clark," she moaned.

He inched downward trailing a path of heated, open-mouthed kisses to her navel. Clark smiled as he listened to her moans of pleasure. He dipped his tongue into her belly button. "I've missed you…" he murmured against her skin, "…so much…"

"Clark…" Lois wrapped her legs more securely around him. Her hips rose up off the bed, pressing against his. "Oh, God, I need you," she moaned, tugging him upward.

"Lois…" he murmured. Clark pressed butterfly kisses against her skin as he inched up her body. "Baby," he lowered his mouth to meet hers hungrily.

She reached her hand between their bodies to curl around his member. He let out a shuddering breath as she began to stroke him. "Oh, Loisss" he hissed. She grinned back at him impishly.

He tightened his arms around her and rolled them over so that she was straddling him. She smiled at the newfound position and continued to stroke him. He cried out as her lips lowered to meet his.

Samantha clicked her camera rapidly as she took in the sight before her, slightly amused. Lois Lane and her husband had been going at it like world-class mattress tramps, barely coming up for air. She wasn't sure where Superman was, but she was sure she had heard his arrival; maybe he was watching somewhere? No; she could see the entire room from where she stood. Superman was nowhere in sight.

This wasn't right. Superman was supposed to be here, not Clark Kent. So far, all she had seen was the married-couple strip each other down and go at it like a bunch of horny teenagers. No Superman. Mr. Goode would not be pleased.

"Oh, God, Lois," Clark cried out as Lois centered herself over the tip of his length.

She smiled down at him, letting out a purr of delight as she felt him fill her so completely. "Cl…Oh, God," she gasped, looking down at Clark. She grasped his shoulders for support and slowly began to move. His hands rested on her hips, guiding her movements as he leaned up to recapture her mouth once more.

"I love you," he whispered between ragged breaths.

She clenched her inner muscles around him; he cried out, "Lo-is, baby," His hands rested on her backside. He gently kneaded her flesh. He pulled her against him, allowing him to fill her more deeply.

"Clark," She leaned her head back, arching her back. He knew she was close. Her brow was covered in sweat. Her face was flushed, and her eyes half glazed over with desire.

He guided his hands up and down her back, guiding each thrust towards their united ecstasy. "Oh, God, baby."

Lois leaned back, arching herself into his supportive arms, "Cla…." The momentum with which they moved together began to pick up. Her inner muscles tightened around his member. He fought giving into his own selfish pleasure just yet. Just a little longer. He needed them to reach completion together. Her inner muscles began to convulse around his length. He kept a secure grip on her hips as she lost herself in her own euphoria. "Clark, yes…..Oh, God, yes, baby." She continued to grind her body against his, pressing her pebbled buds against his solid chest.

He cautiously choked out, "Lois, baby," afraid that the wrong movement would send him over the edge. She still hadn't quite reached that point of pleasure he wanted.

"Cl…"

He didn't know how much more he could take. He captured her mouth hungrily, flipping them over so, she was on her back. He let out a guttural moan as she tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeply into her as he began to thrust within her. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to completion once again. He could feel her inner muscles trembling around him as they moved together. He could feel that pleasurable tightness in his own belly. He couldn't hold it back any longer. Her muscles tightened around him as they began to clench and convulse. She pulled him closer, linking her arms around his neck.

"God, Lo-is," He cried out as his head began to spin, pulling him into a euphoric state; out of body, out of time. All he knew or thought of was Lois and the pleasure she had brought him to. He wrapped his arms more securely around her as he drove into her. Her inner muscles continued to ripple around him as they reached their completion together.

Samantha continued to take shots of Lois and Clark. She wasn't sure what to do at this point. Superman was here to be seen. Could she have been wrong? Lois Lane obviously had no problems with her husband.

She'd promised Randy Goode a scandal on Superman. He wasn't someone you wanted to disappoint. Scott Johnson had made a crack about Mr. Goode being 'the king of sleaze' and then the police found him at the bottom of the elevator shaft the next day. Everyone knew better than to say anything. What would he do to her if she didn't deliver? It was clear Mr. Goode wanted dirt on Superman bad. Would she be the next to end up at the bottom of the elevator shaft? Or worse?

She shuddered involuntarily at his anticipated reaction. She had to do something.

Lois rested her head against Clark's chest and sighed, "Wow…..I mean….That was…." She couldn't finish her sentence. She grinned up at Clark.

"Mmm…incredible…" Clark sighed, caressing the side of her face, pulling her towards him.

Lois leaned up to kiss him. "I missed you so much," she whispered, leaning into his embrace.

"I can tell," he murmured. "If this is the kind of welcome home I'm going to get, maybe I should go away more often."

"No way," Lois pulled him into her arms once more, and they resumed their earlier activities. Their reunion lasted well into the night.

Suicide Slum was known as Metropolis' pocket community of drug addicts and criminals of all kinds. The community remained tight-lipped, never speaking of the activities that occurred on the streets. When Lex Luthor ran his underworld organization people learned not to repeat what they saw for fear of dire consequences. The same occurred when Bill Church came to town and brought the criminal organization Intergang with him. Suicide Slum was every criminal's favorite place to conduct business because of its history. It wasn't a real stretch to understand why so many of the shadier businesses were located in Suicide Slum.

One of those businesses was 'Hank's Photo Lab.' Hank Jackson sat at the front desk of his father's Photo Lab listening to music as loud as he could get it to go. His head moved with the music as the guitar solo began.

"HEY!" A sudden jerk of his headphones caused him to look up. A woman in her early thirties stood in front of him with a large file folder in her hands. She stared at him sternly. She pulled out a press badge, identifying herself to be with 'Goode International.' He'd heard of the company before. It was run by a gun named Randy Goode. He was rumored to have connections with Intergang, but no one could prove it.

"I'm with Goode International." She said, tucking her ID badge back into her pocket. She laid the folder on his desk. "I have a job for you."

Hank nodded, looking at her cautiously. He lifted the folder open and was surprised to find a very compromising photograph of the famous married couple, Lois Lane, and Clark Kent. The photo was of the couple lying on a bed. Clark Kent was clad in his trousers, no shirt and Lois Lane lying beneath him in a passionate embrace. Clark was reaching to lift her sweater up, but everything remained covered. "What the…?" He looked up at the woman skeptically, uncertain with how to continue. He flipped to the next page in the file. It was a publicity shot of Superman. Hank looked back from the photo of Lois Lane and Clark Kent to the photo of Superman; hoping he wasn't correct in his assumption of what this woman wanted him to do. "What exactly do you want here?"

"I want to create a scandal against Superman."

"But…this is Superman; you can't just-"

"If you don't do it, I'll find someone who will. Do you really want to make an enemy out of Randy Goode?"

"No." Hank sighed resignedly. "But I'm charging you triple the normal price. I don't feel right about this."

"Very well," She pulled out a Goode International business credit card. "I want this ready by Monday morning. I want to get it in the Monday edition of the Dirt Digger."

TBC...