-1Kal wasn't stupid. His eyes remained focussed on the invitation gripped too tightly between the slightly lipstick tinted fingers, but his brain remained elsewhere. He knew Lois was now expecting him to crash the engagement party, but he hadn't made up his mind yet. He also knew he had two options: seal the deal with Lois, or get his own back on Lana, Lex and all the rest of his friends that he knew would be there.

On the one hand, Lois was really hot. Although he was looking away from her, in his mind's eyes, he could still see her parted red lips, her top ripped open to reveal even more beautiful flesh and her eyes glittering with an invitation that he was desperate not to ignore. It had been a long time, and he had dreamt of her in this situation too often, even before their kiss when he'd agreed to help Oliver hide his green leather fetish, to not be tempted.

On the other hand, Lex deserved to pay. And so did Lana. As if he was fooled by her pathetic attempts to make him jealous and her ridiculous and, frankly, desperate shotgun wedding. Besides, he rather liked knowing that Lana would always care about him, and if she married, well, who would want to lose their back-up? And Lex needed to be taken down a peg or two, reminded that this woman he so wanted to say forever with was really Clark's own sloppy seconds.

"Clark?"

The word echoed around his brain as he continued to ponder his options. He considered briefly correcting her, but he knew she would react badly to being informed that he wasn't 'Clark'. She hadn't been so happy with his sudden interest (although why on earth he'd been denying her and himself what they so clearly wanted no longer made sense to any part of his mind).

But Kal wasn't stupid. He knew that his time until the red kryptonite wore off was numbered. And he also knew that him screwing Lois was a foregone conclusion. It was only a matter of when and where. And he'd have to get over himself at some point and just fuck her. So why waste his little remaining time on something he could do anyway? It wouldn't be very often that he'd have the opportunity to get his own back on them all at once…

His mind made up, he remembered the stock of fancy clothes he knew Oliver kept up here. And it wasn't like he'd be missing them. Grabbing Lois' arm, he smirked and directed her to the closet. "It would be a shame to crash the party without dressing up, right?"

His grip on her arm allowed him to twist her round and offered him more access to her soft body once again. He muttered "I just want to show you off", against her parted lips. He knew that he needed Lois on his side to really get to Lana.

When he pulled away, she smiled at him. "So … what am I going to wear?"