Magical Misfire
By Bren Ren
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Summary: A quick unspool of Zatanna's attempt at magical seduction in Warrior
Rating: T, Teen for steamy but safe for primetime content ;)
Disclaimer: Still cleaning your messes for free. You're welcome.
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One minute, Lois was precariously balanced on her toes atop the highest step of the short ladder in the supply room, straining to reach the last box of red pens. In the next, she was cradled in a pair of rock solid arms as a set of familiar lips came crashing into hers.
The arm beneath her legs began to slowly snake upward and she slid her legs down around his. Her arms wound around his neck, and she clung onto him for dear life. She gasped for precious oxygen at every slight parting of their lips as she found herself pinned in the corner between walls of concrete and solid steel man-body.
He unwound one arm free of their tangled embrace to plant his hand flat against the wall behind her head. Then, without warning, he tore himself back, breaking their kiss and stealing a startled gasp from Lois. His other arm, still draped low and tight around her hips, pulled her in so snug and close against his pelvis she was slightly shocked they still had their clothes on.
Her eyes flew open to be greeted by a lusty, almost feral grin on her boyfriend's face. "What has gotten into you, Smallville?" Except for her flushed face, her breathless tone, her cloudy eyes, and a slight tremble in her knees, she was the picture of composure.
"You don't want to know," he hedged with another breathtaking kiss.
After that tide ebbed, Lois pulled back—the whole inch and a half that was all Clark would give her. "Seriously, Clark. I mean, not that I mind— " Another kiss break. "—but it is a little unusual…" A little nibble below the ear caused a momentary short-circuit. "Mmm… Ah, you didn't get knocked upside the head with sommmme strange flavor of… uhmm, meteor rock, did you?"
The end of that question finally shocked Clark out of his daze. A little bit.
"No… I think Zatanna may have… I think she tried to cast some sort of magic spell on me, but I don't think it turned out the way she intended, because one minute I heard her start talking strangely, and I don't know, I just knew I needed to get out of there fast, so I—I left. And the next thing I know, I'm here…"
"Ravaging me in the storage room."
"I didn't hear you complaining."
"Oh, I'm not. It does explain why you smell like a magazine perfume ad."
"So you're not mad?"
"Well, maybe with Lady Fishnets. But… considering that her blatant attempt to magically seduce you sent you running to me for one of the hottest storage room make-out sessions we've ever had… I suppose I can learn to live with it somehow."
"You are something else, Lois Lane."
"And you are one lucky man, Clark Kent. Don't forget it."
"Not for a second."
And then they sealed their heart-to-heart with a kiss—a very long kiss that cost them a combined total of a half-dozen lost buttons.
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