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Part Two

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For a while, Clark stood frozen a scant few feet inside the room, staring through the bedroom door with his x-ray vision, utterly captivated by Lois Lane's self-pleasuring activities. Only when she moaned his name was he propelled into motion.

His name.

Clark.

Not Superman. Clark.

"Ooooh, Clark…" Her voice, always alluring, had never sounded so. Damn. Sexy.

Three strides through which his feet barely even touched the floor carried him to the door. He opened it without so much as a knock in greeting. Lois squealed as she hit the light and caught Clark in its glare.

"Clark?!" Lois fairly screamed in righteous indignation. "What the hell? What are you doing here?"

"Accepting your invitation," he answered with maddening calmness in way-too-sultry tones.

"You weren't invited!" Lois snapped back, pulling the bedding, comforter and all, up around her torso defensively.

"Your unspoken invitation," He amended congenially. His lips quirked in a smile that was just a hair shy of outright lechery. "I couldn't let us miss this opportunity just because you chickened out."

"Chickened… what?!—Clark, have you lost your mind?" Lois sputtered.

Still practically leering at her, Clark crossed further into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and coming to a stop less than half a step away from the edge of the bed. "On the contrary, Lois. I'm seeing things more clearly than ever. And you wanna know what I find most telling, Lois?" Even though she shook her head in refusal, Clark kept right on talking. "Last night, when you knew I was right on the other side of that door, just a heartbeat away, you decided to slip between the sheets wearing nothing but a smile. But tonight, when you had the whole suite all to your little lonesome, for some reason you decided you needed to wear pj's to bed. Enjoying the freedom to strut around in a negligee I could understand— you did say you were intent on indulging yourself. Wasn't that the whole point of this little getaway of yours in the first place? But those plain, boring, frumpy pj's? Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Frumpy?!" Lois sputtered. "Wait a sec!" She threw the covers back, rose to her knees, and crawled across the bed to kneel nose to nose with Clark. Her expression was so dark, he was half surprised she hadn't decked him. "How the hell did you know what I was wearing last night?"

"You mean what you weren't wearing?" Clark answered with a grin that was undeniably leering.

That finally pushed her over the edge and she took a swing at him, but he caught her wrist before her fist connected with his face. "Were you spying on me?" Lois demanded in outrage. "You got some sick voyeuristic peeping habit I don't know about?"

"Not really," Clark answered. His thumb began stroking the inside of her wrist still held captive in his grip, and Lois tried to wrench her arm free, but the effort was only halfhearted at best. Sensing her weakening defenses, Clark pressed on. "But I just can't seem to muster up much will-power whenever I'm around you. Truth is, you wouldn't even need Kryptonite to have me on my knees if you gave it even half an effort."

"Kryptonite? Hah!" Lois snorted. "Even if it were real, the only person Kryptonite has any effect on is Superman, and I hardly think you qualify there, Smallville."

"You might be surprised," Clark answered, that all-too-knowing quality creeping back into his grin. Another snort of derisive laughter from Lois prompted Clark to pull her captive wrist up to his mouth so he could caress that soft, sensitive skin of hers with his lips. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could catch herself. "There's a lot you don't know about me," he told her with lips still pressing into her skin. The vibrations of his voice against her flesh elicited another moan from his weakening partner.

"Stop it, Clark!" There wasn't nearly as much strength in her voice now, and her protest wasn't the slightest bit convincing anymore.

Clark lifted his other hand to tenderly stroke her cheek; he smoothed his thumb across full lips that began to part beneath his touch. A soft sigh slipped out of her mouth, seeming to take all the fight she had left in her with it. But then she suddenly snapped out of the spell he was casting with a firm shake of her head. "No. This is crazy," she refuted, her voice firm once again.

The hand she'd shaken from her face dropped down and slipped around her waist to pull her snugly into his solid masculine frame. "This is destiny," he countered.

"It's insanity," she retorted, only half-heartedly trying to pull away.

"It's fate." He pulled her fractionally closer still.

"Madness." She was barely resisting now.

"Inevitable." Scarcely more than a hair's breadth remained between their mouths.

"It's lunacy." She simply couldn't make herself pull back anymore.

"Utter foolishness," Clark finally agreed as he closed that final infinitesimal distance between them and their mouths merged together at long last.

While Clark admittedly didn't have all that much experience in the ways of the physical expressions of love between men and women, he had certainly experienced his fair share of hormone-induced oral experimentation with the fairer sex in his youth. Never, though, had a single kiss provoked such a flood of sparkly fireworks exploding behind his closed lids from the moment his lips made contact with hers.

With a groan of utter rapture that was absolutely matched in intensity by the responding moan of his partner, Clark pressed ever more firmly into her as their kissing deepened. He began tracing the contours of her lips with the soft tip of his tongue, and when she gasped in delighted response, he instantly seized the opportunity to thrust deeply into her open mouth, to explore every last nook and crevice, savoring and committing her taste to indelible memory. Another ever more powerful groan rumbled through his chest as he felt her return the intimation in kind.

"Why have we been fighting this for so long?" Clark asked after breaking away from their kiss several long moments later. "Can't you feel how good we are together?"

Lois kept her eyes fastened shut as she fought desperately to calm her heavy breathing and slow her racing pulse. "I told you what happened the last time I was foolish enough to sleep with someone I work with. I won't be made a fool like that ever again."

"Oh, Lois," Clark breathed. "I would never, ever make a fool of you. I swear, I would never do anything to hurt you. You can trust me."

"Well, of course you'd say that now," Lois replied as she finally, slowly opened her eyes. "Just like every other man on the planet, you'd say anything if you thought it would get you in bed with me."

"Believe me, Lois. I am not like any other man on this planet," Clark vowed solemnly.

"Oh yeah?" Lois retorted haughtily. "Prove it."

"Prove it," he repeated. Clark stared at her for a long quiet moment as a wicked gleam began shining bright in his gaze. "Fair enough. I'd have to tell you sooner or later, anyway."

"Tell me what?" Her voice was positively dripping with sardonic doubt.

Clark waggled his eyebrows, scooped her up into his arms… and floated right up off the floor until he had her nearly pinned to the ceiling. "I may have neglected to tell you about a few particular… abilities of mine," he told her.

She gaped wide-eyed in shock at what he he'd done and where he now held her suspended—in mid-air. "You… you're… you're… Su—

"Superman," he finished for her with a proudly smug beam.

"Holy moley," Lois gasped, then promptly lost consciousness.

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