Chapter 2
Lois felt the muscles in Clark's neck jump under her lips as he swallowed heavily. When his hands swept down her back, she arched into him, her hands diving under the folds of his shirt to caress his bare skin.
"Lois," he breathed, his arms tightening around her. Cupping the back of her neck gently, he pulled her mouth down to his, his lips parting under hers.
He almost forgot where he was as her tongue swept into his mouth. She was teasing him with her hips, rocking slowly against him, the way she was moving against him driving him mad. He groaned, the sound swallowed by her kiss, and wrapped his free hand against his waist, pulling her hard against him.
He felt her gasp, a sudden intake of breath, and then she pulled away and smiled down at him. It was at times like this that he thought she had to know the effect she had on him. This had to be intentional, the way she drove him insane. But, then, she'd been driving him insane for a long time now, even longer than he cared to admit. Even when he'd told himself he couldn't stand her, there was something about her; he couldn't completely ignore her, either. So maybe it was an accident, or at least it was something unconscious on her part. Her hair swept over her shoulder, brushing against his cheek as she leaned into him. He lifted his hand to brush it away from her face, and it was soft to the touch.
"I want you, Clark," she murmured, and her nails raked softly against his chest.
"Are you sure?" he asked softly. "This isn't going too fast for you?" He didn't know what had caused her abrupt change of mind, but he wasn't complaining. He just didn't want to do anything with her tonight that would cause her regret in the morning.
She chuckled. "Oh no." Her fingers traced patterns on her skin. "Not too fast at all."
Clark tilted his head back to kiss her once more when a sound in the bullpen caught his attention. "Lane! Kent! Where are you?"
"Brady!" he gasped, pulling back abruptly. "He's looking for us!"
"So?" she asked coyly, bending her head to kiss the side of his neck.
"So?" he repeated in a dumbfounded voice. "So he could come in here any second and see – this!"
Her words were muffled against his skin, so he couldn't understand what she said but he could tell she wasn't particularly concerned about the prospect. With a growl of regret, he lifted her off his lap and shot to his feet, hastily tucking in his shirt and fumbling with his buttons. It was hard to put himself to rights when she was struggling to undo him again at the same time.
"Lois!" he hissed as he pushed her hands away. "Brady could come in here any second now!"
"I don't care," she replied simply. "I told you. I want you."
Now he knew there was definitely something wrong with her. He had dreamt of her like this several times – telling him she wanted him, her voice thick with desire. But even in those fantasies, when she'd ached for him as he did for her, he'd never imagined that she would become so lost to the world as she was now. Lois loved being a reporter; he couldn't believe she'd risk her career like this, knowing her boss was a few short feet away and could walk in on the two of them at any time.
"Okay, we should – we need to get out of here. Right now," he decided quickly, grabbing her hand and heading for the door. He paused before reaching for the knob and took a quick glance down, painfully aware of his physical condition. His uncomfortably visible physical condition. There was no way he could walk through a room full of reporters with a raging hard-on without somebody noticing. And while he knew it was probably impossible for him to die of embarrassment, he had absolutely no doubt that he'd want to if anyone saw him in this state.
He closed his eyes and tried to amend his condition with sheer force of will, but Lois seemed to be determined not to make it easy for him. Even as he was trying to calm down, she scooted in front of him and cupped his neck in her palm, running the hairs on the back of his neck through her fingertips as she kissed the line of his jaw.
"Lois," he growled through clenched teeth. "This is not helping."
"Oh, I don't know about that," she said on a chuckle as she licked his neck.
"Lane, are you in here?" Brady asked as he shoved open the door to the supply closet. It hit Lois and Clark, standing right behind it, knocking her into him.
Spinning her around quickly, Clark sped to the other side of the room as soon as her back was turned, putting as much distance between the two of them as possible. Then he grabbed a ream of paper and held it in front of him, using it as a shield to block the tent in his pants from view.
"Hey, Brady," he greeted his editor in a tight voice as the door opened the rest of the way. "We were just – uh – getting some paper."
"It took two of you to do that?" Brady drawled, looking between them. When Clark opened his mouth to attempt to explain, he waved him off. "Whatever. I've got more important things to deal with right now. There was a hostage situation at the First Bank of Metropolis. The police have taken down the hostage taker, and I sent Peterson and Williams to talk to the hostages. I need you to find out everything you can about the hostage takers."
"But Clark and I –!" Lois began to protest.
Clark was supremely grateful that Brady cut her off. "That wasn't a request, Lane!" he barked.
"Right!" Clark cried, racing forward to grab Lois's hand. "Well, we'll just…get right on that story, then!" Before Lois could protest (or, which was more likely, make a pass at him in front of their boss), he ushered her out the door and toward the elevators.
"Clark? The paper?" Brady said, reaching a hand out to take it from him.
"Oh, I'm going to take it with me," Clark said as he turned to keep his shield out of arm's reach. The sheer panic of the possibility of being caught helped alleviate his problem a bit, but it had by no means gone away entirely. "You know, we might need it. For…uh…notes and stuff."
"A whole ream?" Brady called after his retreating back, but Clark didn't answer. Instead, he pushed Lois onto the elevator and breathed a huge sigh of relief as the doors slid shut in front of him.
His sigh of relief became a gasp of surprise when Lois turned to him and shoved him against the elevator wall. "I thought he would never leave," she complained, and then she wrapped her fist in his hair and pulled him down for a kiss.
"Lois!" he cried, at least he tried to. It came out as a muffled, "Mmif!" however, as his lips were pressed against hers at the time.
He tried to push her away but she was too strong for him because she just pushed him back against the wall and kissed him again. Okay, maybe it wasn't that he couldn't push her away; he just didn't really want to. If he had to be completely honest with himself, and he supposed he did since his superpowers didn't exactly give him an easy excuse otherwise.
But the woman he was crazy about, the woman he loved, the woman he'd fantasized about on more than one occasion, wanted him. And while he supposed she might want him when she was in her normal frame as mind, she wasn't usually quite so…forward about showing him just how much she wanted him now. It would take a will stronger than steel to push her away, and he doubted even he was that strong.
"Lois," he gasped as she attacked the button of his shirt again. "This really – isn't – a good time!"
"Why not?" she asked, nibbling on his earlobe. "You're here. I'm here. Seems like a good time to me."
Even as he tried to find a logical argument against that statement, he found himself nodding unconsciously in agreement. He was finding it incredibly hard to tell her no when he really wanted to say yes.
The elevator's ding as they reached the ground floor helped a little, and though his thinking was fuzzy, clouded by lust, he managed to find the mental acumen to remember he had to get her to a more private location! No, wait! He had to find out what had happened to her!
It was the right thing to do, he told himself firmly as he propelled her off the elevator and across the lobby. It wasn't necessary what he wanted to do. But it was the right thing to do. Damn it.
Somehow – and even when he thought about it later, he wouldn't remember exactly how – he managed to get the two of them outside and into his truck. Breathing deep breaths and repeating to himself how important it was not to take advantage of Lois when she wasn't in her right frame of mind, he pulled into traffic, intending to head to…well, he wasn't exactly thinking clearly enough know he should take her. Normally, he might take her to Watchtower, but Chloe was out of town, working on something for Dinah. Clark just hoped something would occur to him soon.
"Clark," she purred, scooting closer to him. "Where are we going?"
He swallowed heavily, reminding himself once again that she wasn't in her right mind. "We're going – uh – well, I'm not sure yet. Give me a minute."
She leaned into him, her hair brushing against his neck. "We could go to my apartment," she breathed in his ear. "I've got a nice big bed."
Clark didn't even realize he'd turned the car around, heading back towards her apartment, until he passed the Daily Planet again. Muttering a curse, he pulled over and forced himself to turn around once more. The hospital. He should take her to the hospital. Maybe Doctor Hamilton would know what to do.
"Don't you want me?" she whispered provocatively in his ear as she rested her palm on his thigh.
He should push her away. He should probably push her away. There was a reason why he shouldn't let her do exactly what she was doing, he was almost sure of it. At least, he was reasonably sure of it. Okay, he wasn't sure of it at all, but he suspected that some time in the future, he'd look back on this moment and a good reason would probably occur to him. Maybe.
"God, yes," he murmured under his breath as he navigated around a car on the highway.
"So? What are you waiting for?" she purred, and then she sucked his earlobe between her teeth as she slid her hand between his thighs to cup him through his pants.
"Jesus!" Clark cried as he jerked in surprise, causing the truck to swerve across three lanes of traffic. The hospital! He had to get to the hospital! With as distracted as she was making him, if he didn't get there one way, he would almost certainly be getting them both there another.
