I'm glad that although this story is a completely new take on the Lois/Clark romance (neither of them being reporters being a major difference, not to mention a lot of others, lol) that people are enjoying it regardless. Thank you muchly for the feedback.
Linda
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7th June
Clark knew that Lois was close, but the coiling tightness he felt within couldn't be staved off for much longer. Forgoing the luscious feeling of her breasts rasping against his chest, he levered up onto his hands for leverage, withdrew until only the tip of his penis was inside her, then began a driving rhythm, hammering quickly in and out of her channel barely pulling out before slamming forward once again. Lois's whimpers of pleading turned to moans then gasps and finished in one long wail as her inner muscles clamped tight around his shaft. Her cry of satisfaction was enough to know that she'd found release, her tissues contracting around his penis too much. Kneeling up straight, he slid his hands down the inside of her thighs to hold her legs firmly apart, and flexing his hips thrust in and out faster, grunting with desperation, until finally the tightness in his body snapped, and he shuddered in pleasure at the sensation of emptying himself inside her while her inner walls continued to squeeze and contract around him.
Falling straight down on to top of her, he quickly rolled onto his back at Lois' soft wheeze, and taking her with him, pressed his lips to hers for a series of quick kisses until breathing stabilised then his mouth locked fully onto hers. Lips caressed, tongues duelled lazily, teeth nipped playfully while his free hand swept down her back to her bottom and under, allowing his fingers to lazily stroke over trembling wet flesh. Flipping her back under him, his lips lifted for a heartbeat before diving back down and clamping onto hers once again. When they were both gasping for breath, he released her mouth and flopped onto the mattress at her side.
Staring up at the ceiling he wondered if he had the energy to go again. He certainly had the hunger and enthusiasm, but at the moment the power was lacking. Hell, no matter how many times he did it, he always had the strength for another round. Ok sometimes it took him a while to get going again, about five minutes, but if he didn't know better, he'd swear that Lois had some kind of aphrodisiac Kryptonite in her body. It was enough to leave him feeling deliciously drained, and wanting more but needing to recharge his batteries once again. He could try, god knows he wanted to, but if he couldn't finish what he started, she'd no doubt kick him out and tell him not to bother coming back. Forget it! That was not something he was willing to risk.
He slid his eyes to the side, saw her lying brazenly naked beside him, and asked himself again if maybe he did have the strength after all "How many times was that?"
"Do you mean altogether or just this morning?" She asked carelessly.
"This morning." Sweeping his eyes over her again, he licked his lips and wondered if he at least had the energy to lick her all over.
"This morning, three; altogether I don't have a clue." She replied stretching lazily.
Lifting his arms high, he likewise stretched before bringing his hands down to ruffle through this hair. Ok, he could live with three times, he'd like to try for more but no way was he going to chance losing a good thing now that he had it. He loved sex; the tension and need before, followed by intense pleasure during, and the tranquillity spreading through every muscle of his body afterwards made him feel like a big sleepy cat. He hadn't felt this relaxed so often in his life; granted he'd never had this much sex on tap before either. Usually when he was in the mood, he found someone, gave the itch a damned good scratch, and that kept him going until the next time.
He could go for months at a time without, that's not to say he was content doing so, but it was his usual practice. As trolling bars had never been his thing, and neither did he intend to give any woman the impression that he was in the market for a serious relationship by seeing them frequently just so that he could get some, he had to be satisfied by making do with the occasional bump in the night.
Right now he was living high on the hog. Actually, he felt somewhat like a squirrel gathering acorns for the winter by indulging himself with carnal pleasure for when he was back to making do after his liaison with Lois ran its course.
The only gripe he had was that she still refused to let him sleep over. Usually after having sex he tended to stay the night with the woman. Ok, so it was because he knew that he wouldn't be getting any for several months, so stayed in the hopes the woman would be in the mood for another round the next morning. However, since he was used to sleeping alone, then he had to admit the reward of having sex with Lois was well worth continuing with his usual habit, rather than giving it up for one night to have mediocre sex with another woman.
He'd never been dissatisfied with the intimacy he'd had before, but sex with Lois was beyond compare, nonpareil, choice; frankly she could turn into a fish wife straight afterwards and he wouldn't give a shit as long as she kept putting out. Well truth be told if Lois did become a raging harpy afterwards that would soon get old, but as their relationship wasn't permanent he could take it for a little while; so he was thankful that she didn't, but would still be back if she did.
They'd never said out loud that this was permanent or exclusive, but both of them had taken it as read. He was more than gratified with their arrangement; ok not gratified. He was satisfied physically yes, but he'd be a lot happier if he could stay the night, and happier still if he didn't get the feeling that after it was over, he was just in her way.
From the corner of his eye he saw Lois sit up, reach for her robe and sighed. That was his cue to leave.
When she turned to him, he lifted a hand and nodded "I know; we're done and you want to have another shower before eating breakfast and getting started on your day, so it's time for me to go."
"Right." She inclined her head slightly before stepping out the room; a moment later he heard her in the kitchen.
Getting up, he walked out the room to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and five minutes later stepped out to make his way back to the bedroom to dress. He'd gotten the timing down to a fine art, since he couldn't have one of his two minute showers, he'd decided that five was enough and since Lois hadn't said anything, he figured that must be the usual amount of time a man without super-speed took in the shower. Of course, she might not have said anything because she was quite happy for him to hurry up and leave afterwards; but whatever worked.
He'd noticed two things about Lois very quickly; she didn't appreciate questions, and was a lot more private than she used to be. When he'd met her years ago he'd thought that unlike himself she was a very open person. However, it hadn't taken him long to realise that was a fallacy.
Lois gave the impression of being open, but she was actually a lot more reserved than he or anyone else was. The only thing he hid was his heritage; and since his powers came under that umbrella that was also kept to himself. Lana talked a lot of crap about openness, honesty and trust, but had secrets by the dozen, while Chloe and his parents kept any information about him to themselves. But as Lois had been very talkative, he'd assumed erroneously that she was an extrovert in all areas of her life. Well she'd proven him wrong.
She might not have secrets but Lois kept her private business to herself. He'd discovered that years ago when he found out that she had a sister only two minutes before the girl arrived. However, Lois appeared to be a lot more guarded now, she didn't talk as much, and at times she seemed to keep herself on a tight leash.
Then again he wasn't usually around long enough to know if she still talked a lot. The only kind of chatter he got out of her was sexy talk, and when it was over, a polite dismissal. Their only point of contact was rolling around naked twice a day.
He couldn't say that he was friends with the women he'd slept with; they talked, laughed or had a rollicking time between the sheets, but he wouldn't classify them as friends, and was certain they would say the same about him. Lois was different; he didn't mind zipping his pants straight after they were done, but leaving without having gained any more knowledge about her than he'd had years before was beginning to grate. He used to think that he could pigeon hole her easily; Lois equalled annoying, exasperating, stubborn, loud, pushy et al. Before she left Samllville he'd gotten to know her a little bit, but not very. He'd been far too busy trying to get into Lana's pants the first time, and then even busier trying to get back into them again after he dumped her, and she ran whining to Lex to give anything or anyone much of his time unless the situation was dire.
So as he hadn't taken the time to get to know Lois years before, and as she wasn't inclined to give him anything other than her body now, he'd either have to learn to be satisfied with what he got, or try and get to know her....if she let him. He didn't even know why he felt like he should make the effort. Lois seemed happy enough with their arrangement, she'd never once asked him what he'd been doing in the 15 years they hadn't seen each other. In fact she never asked him anything; no questions, no wheedling into his feelings, thoughts or emotions; nothing.
On the one hand their arrangement felt right, after all they were both adults so what they did was their own business, on the other it felt wrong and he didn't know why. It had never felt wrong with any other woman. Possibly because he'd known Lois years ago, maybe because of Chloe, more than likely because she'd lived with his family and his parents had loved her. Whatever the reason it did feel somewhat strange to treat their alliance like it was nothing more than an endless string of causal encounters, even if that was exactly what it was.
Shaking his head, Clark pulled on his boots and headed out of the bedroom. He walked into the kitchen, saw Lois leaning against the sink looking out the window to the back yard and stepped up quietly behind her. Placing his hands either side of her waist on the sink, he caged her in, and bending down, pressed his lips against the side of her neck.
He felt the small jump before she turned around, noted that her eyes were shadowed, and once again wondered just why he cared that she seemed to be hiding something. He was hiding stuff from her, this wasn't a relationship and he knew it, but it still bugged him.
When she pushed lightly against his chest, he stepped back "What are you having for breakfast?"
"Why?'
"I'm just asking."
Lois shrugged casually "Fruit, cereal and juice."
He pursed his lips and decided to give it a try "Can I stay."
She shook her head "No."
"Of course not." Raking a hand through his hair, he sighed "Lois, it's just breakfast; I'll be on my way afterwards."
"Sorry." She replied, but her tone indicated that she was anything but.
He nodded and tried again "What have you been doing in the 15 years since you left?"
"Travelling." She stepped past him into the lounge room and headed to the front door.
He followed but stopped in surprise at seeing the little table set up beside the couch with the array of sewing paraphernalia. His eyebrows climbed even higher when his eyes landed on the material sitting on the couch. He picked it up, noted the intricate workmanship and looked over at Lois "Is this yours?"
She swung around, saw that he was holding her work in his hand and shook her head "No it's my invisible friends." She replied sweetly.
He ignored her words and shook his head stupefied "When did you take up sewing; I know that you never did it years ago."
"I do a lot of things now that I didn't do years ago." She informed him steadily before stepping over to take the material from him and placing it back down.
"Like what?"
"Like you." She replied rapidly.
He let out a small burst of laughter at the unexpected reply "Ok, except for that, what else do you do now that you didn't do then?"
"None of your business."
"Why are you so guarded Lois?"
"Why are you asking so many questions?" She countered stiffly.
"I'm curious." He replied with a light shrug.
"Well don't be." She replied firmly "I'm not a puzzle that needs solving and I don't appreciate curiosity."
"There's no need to be so defensive." He replied holding up his hands in surrender.
"Yes there is, just as you liked your privacy years ago, so did I; the difference is that I still do."
"Fine, I didn't think asking when you took up sewing and what you've been doing could be classified as probing, but if it'll make you happy I'll back off."
"Thank you."
When she turned for the door, he followed but before she could reach for the handle, he grasped her hand and gathered her into his arms for a long deep kiss. Lifting his mouth from hers slightly, he tried once more "If I don't ask any questions, can I stay for breakfast?"
"I'm sure you can find something to eat at your place." She returned dryly.
"But I won't have the company." He countered softly.
"If you're that lonely turn on the radio."
"Is that what you do?"
"I like my own company, and I'm not afraid of it either so…" She trailed off tauntingly.
"I never said that I was afraid of; nor that I didn't like my own company." He retorted steadily.
"Then you should enjoy your solitary breakfast."
"You know, some women actually enjoy my having me around."
"Then why don't you go find those women and have a jolly good time." She returned blandly.
"You're still the same smart ass that you used to be."
"Well you were an up and comer years ago; not as good as me of course but you have gotten better with age."
"Is that a compliment, did Lois Lane just compliment me?" Clark asked with a small smile of sarcasm.
A laugh popped out before she could stop it, and quickly schooling her features she cleared her throat "Don't let it go to your head."
"How can I not? I can't remember too many times when you complimented me years ago."
Her brow flew up in challenge "You think my calling you a smart ass is a compliment."
"Mmmm, and I've come to know just how much you like my ass since you're always grabbing it when we're rolling around." He grinned when she snorted out another laugh.
"I won't anymore."
"I guess we'll find out tonight when I return." He paused for a beat and smugly finished "I'll count the seconds after I walk in the door to see just how long it takes before you grab on."
She looked at him exasperated, pulled open the door, and with a quick wiggle of his hips, and a jaunty wave he left.
While driving home, eating breakfast, and doing farm chores Clark wondered what the hell his problem was, and whilst eating lunch finally figured it out. He was used to women probing into his life, trying to wheedle him into talking about his feelings, and subtly attempting to move their 'relationship' forward. He'd become quiet adept at avoiding any and all conversations of that nature. It wasn't that he wanted to move his liaison with Lois forward into a relationship, but neither was he used to being treated as nothing more than a body available for her gratification. That irked, that was almost insulting, that was pretty much how he'd viewed his past interludes with women, and being on the receiving end wasn't a welcome change.
A long time ago he'd stopped being an idealistic day dreamer who believed that having the hots for a girl meant that he loved her, wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, and that she was the only person he wanted to sleep. Good grief, only sleep with one person for the rest of his life when there were so many other choices out there was plain insane. Sex with Lois was fantastic but he sure as hell didn't want to set up house with her, or tie himself down. He enjoyed his bachelor lifestyle, and wasn't inclined to give it up any time soon.
So he'd forget about worrying if Lois was hiding something, if she was then it was her business. So he knew her years ago, big deal. That was almost another lifetime now, and neither of them were the same people they had been, so the past didn't matter. As for his mom and Chloe, well he loved them both, but what he and Lois got up to was no one's business but their own, but just to play it safe he wouldn't tell them.
Lois hadn't said anything about Chloe, true she'd only been back for a week but if she'd wanted to know about her cousin, she would have asked. Likewise if she wanted her cousin to know that she was back in Smallville, then she could easily contact her. Yeah, it would be nice for the two girls to get together, but he wasn't going to force a reunion if Lois had her reasons not to search for one. He didn't see Chloe very often, she was busy working at the Planet, he was busy with the farm, so keeping his silence on Lois being in town would be fairly easy.
Pushing back from the table, Clark quickly washed the plate and glass before heading back outside and continued doing the chores at a more leisurely pace. For the past week he'd completed his morning chores in the usual way before having a shower and heading to Lois' house. However, after getting back he'd had to use super-speed to get his work back on track, after spending an hour or two mattress wrestling with her.
He wasn't complaining, it was definitely worth it, and that was the absolute truth. Lois hadn't told him anything, but when questioned the first day, Roy Atkins had confirmed that she was renting the Murphy place from him for three months. So he figured that he could put up with using his powers to keep his farm chores on track for three months. It wasn't exactly a tribulation when the rewards were so outstanding.
Now if he could just convince her to let him stay the night, then he wouldn't have to bother hauling his ass to place and back again every morning. He could easily imagine the two of them making love, napping, going at it again, napping and continuing the thread all night, only to wake up and doing it all over again.
Shaking himself out of the trance he'd fallen into, Clark looked around, realised that he'd walked out into the field without grabbing any equipment, and sighed heavily before heading back to the barn. Enough; sex would come later, right now he had work.
***
Once Clark left, Lois rushed back to the lounge room and picked up her sewing to ensure that no threads had been pulled by his handling, following a careful inspection, she set it back down with a pleased smile and retreated to the bathroom for a shower. Once she was dressed, breakfast was consumed and sitting back in contentment with her feet up on a spare seat, she nursed her juice, and stretched once again, feeling incredibly good all over.
Damn but she was tempted to let him stay over one night, just one. It had been a couple of years since she'd last fallen asleep with a man's arms around her, and she missed it. Ah well, at least when she went to sleep it was with a smile on her face. Usually by the time Clark left the only energy she had was for a shower, dinner and sewing; actually that didn't sound bad for a vacation.
She'd only been back in Smallville for a week, but hadn't felt so relaxed in years. The quiet of the small town, combined with the phenomenal sex she was getting twice a day had caused a calmness inside that she'd hadn't enjoyed in years. She particularly appreciated that Clark knew when his welcome had run out, and left without any awkward scenes. He'd asked a few questions but hadn't dug for answers when she in turn hadn't felt like sharing. No doubt because they'd known each other years before, he felt that he should play the part of a gentleman who pretended an interest in a lady after getting what he'd come for. However, as she didn't consider that necessary, and much preferred their relationship to stay on a surface level only, it had been fairly easy to close any lines of communication down.
Pushing up from her seat, she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth, stepped into the bedroom to apply makeup, then grabbed her bag and left for the market.
20 minutes later she swung the car into a parking space, turned off the ignition, grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car. It was a beautiful day; and thankfully it was still early enough that it wasn't overly hot.
Walking into the market, Lois grabbed a trolley and began to stroll up and down the aisles, smiling and greeting people in turn while plucking various items from the shelves. She was in the middle of deciding which ice cream she wanted, when the flash burst full blown in her head. Her hands clamped tight around the handle of the cart, her stomach quivered in fear. Knowing that she didn't have the luxury of time to settle down, question or second guess anything, she spun and ran through the store, hoping that she'd make it in time.
Running past aisle after aisle, she ignored the startled looks thrown in her direction, the occasional mutters and finally saw the child standing in front of the over burdened shelf stacked high with tins of dog food, noted that his mother didn't realise the danger her son was in, and put on a burst of speed. God he was only a baby, only a small little thing, she knew what would happen if she couldn't make it in time, knew that he wouldn't survive. Her heart raced, her legs pumped, and seeing the shelf tilt, she dived forward in desperation, grabbed the kid, tucked him close to her body and rolled them both clear, just as the shelf broke and tins crashed down to the ground.
Panting heavily, she rolled to her knees, stood the child up and hoped that she hadn't hurt the kid in her haste. The poor thing had had a fright so was wailing his head off, so although she understood, she was also infinitely glad when his mother scooped him up in her arms "Oh my god; thank you."
Lois waved her hand, sat down heavily on her bottom and nodded.
"Miss are you alright?" She nodded again, tried to stand and found that her legs didn't want to work. Now that the fright and adrenaline had passed, she hurt big time and her legs felt like jelly.
All she could hear was a buzz of voices and wished they'd leave her in peace, but when the next flash came, showing the same child happily playing at home, she wanted to cry in relief that her head wasn't full of images showing his poor little body; bloody and broken under an avalanche of tins.
People still buzzed around, the mother was still pressing kisses against her son's hair, and when an arm slipped around her waist to help her to her feet, Lois smiled gratefully.
"Thank you."
"Are you ok?" Mr Shaw; the store manager asked urgently.
"I'm fine." Looking around at the hive of activity, she saw that the staff was busy cleaning up, and people were smiling at her.
"I'm so sorry about that." Mr Shaw apologised remorsefully.
"It was an accident, and there was no harm done except to the little fellow who got a bit of a fright." She smiled slightly but continued soberly "You might not want to overburden the shelves though."
"We'll definitely be unloading them if need be, and we're also going to check all the others; the brackets, the shelving everything. Any that even look slightly heavy or shoddy will be replaced and un-burdened immediately." He promised solemnly.
Unable to wait any longer, the grateful mother stepped forward "Thank you; if you hadn't been here Peter might have...." She trailed off and finished gratefully "Thank you."
"You're welcome, it was just lucky that I was running to get out of the store because I thought that I'd left my car keys in the ignition when I noticed the shelf was tilting." She lied placidly, and felt completely charmed at the gap toothed smile Peter was subjecting her to. He couldn't be any more than two or three, and was so adorable that it was plain to see that one day the little tyke would grow up to be a heartbreaker.
Moving her son to one arm, the woman held out her hand "I'm Anne Beard."
"Lois Lane." She shook the woman's hand, then the others which were likewise held out and had begun to chat casually when her eyes widened "Oh my god, I just realised I left my trolley, with my purse sitting in it in the dairy aisle; I'd better go."
"Wait Miss Lane..." Tapping one of his employees on the shoulder, the manager gave him brief instructions and several minutes later her trolley was returned, with her purse still sitting in the seat.
"Thanks." Lois picked up her purse, pulled out her wallet to check the contents and sighed in relief before looking up at the waiting audience "Now this is something that should be used as PR for your town. If I'd been in the city my purse would be gone, so would the money and my bank account would have been cleaned out already."
"I take it that everything's in order?"
"Yeah it is, and believe it or not, my car keys are in here." She laughed lightly then smiled at the manager once again "Thank you."
Mr Shaw shook his head and held out his hand "Thank you." He replied sincerely.
Breaking away from the bunch of women who seemed intent on thanking her, wanting to chat and become fast friends wasn't easy. Not wishing to hurt their feelings, Lois stayed and chatted for 10 minutes before excusing herself. She was only allowed to leave after promising to enjoy morning tea on the morrow so they could all become better acquainted.
After swiftly finishing her shopping, she moved to the checkout only to be told that her groceries that day were free, and deciding not to argue but just accept the gracious offer, she thanked the manager once more before leaving the store and heading home.
Placing the groceries on the kitchen table, she sat down and took stock. Her elbow and knee was sore, but her hip was hurting big time. Lifting her dress, she was unsurprised to see the huge bruise that was rapidly blooming.
Well a bruise was nothing compared to what could have happened. It was going to be unsightly as hell, it already hurt like a son of a bitch, but the consequences could have been a lot worse.
After retrieving a cold pack from the freezer, she debated for a minute, grabbed a bag of peas and taking two tea towels, limped to the bathroom and grabbed both the St Johns wort and the organic cream that she'd learnt to keep readily available at all times, and made her way to the bedroom.
She slipped off the dress, sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped the cold pack and the peas in the towels, and held one to her hip and the other to her knee. This was at least something good about the flashes; she was no longer unprepared when any first aid treatment was required, and had learnt to sit patiently while treating her various bumps and bruises.
Tossing both packs aside 20 minutes later, she scooped out some lotion, added a few drops of St John's wort and massaged it gently over her hip, hissing softly at the sting. Now that the excitement was over, tiredness was sweeping over her. Lying down carefully Lois closed her eyes and drifted into a light doze, waking up an hour later still feeling sore but much more the thing.
She'd expected her body to ache so wasn't surprised in the least when it did, but thanked goodness she kept fit so expected the worst to be over within a day or two. After slipping into a loose flowing dress that wouldn't irritate, she headed to the kitchen in search of lunch, giving herself a mental reminder to call the farm after she'd eaten. She'd have to tell Clark not to bother coming around since she was in no shape for fun and games; at least now she wouldn't have to put up with his gloating when she grabbed his ass. He was right about that, he had a first class butt, one that she was hard pressed to keep her hands of....actually not just her hands, she'd bitten it once or twice as well. If his laughter was any indication, he'd certainly enjoyed it when she'd sunk her teeth in.
At the buzzing of the door bell, she closed the fridge, made her way to the front door and smiled at the two women standing on the stoop.
***
When his phone rang, Clark wiped his hands on a rag, dug it out of his pocket and had barely said hello when the voice on the other end began chattering away. His brows climbed high, his lips tilted and after saying goodbye he hung up and smiled. He had a feeling that Smallville's newest heroine was unaware of just how popular she was about to become. Anne would certainly be grateful that Lois had been in the store. She and her husband Alan loved their boy to bits, and if they'd lost him, both would have been devastated. As there were multiple witnesses to the event, it wouldn't just be Anne who would be spreading the news far and wide.
Smallville's grapevine would be jumping like crazy, the news spreading like wildfire through town, as phones burned hot. He had a feeling that Lois would very shortly find herself inundated with visitors. Those who didn't know her years ago would be making her welcome; and those who had known her would be happily renewing her acquaintance once again.
Well she wanted to have a holiday in corn town USA, and now she was going to find out just what that entailed. Just as he'd been ignorant of how loquacious adults were in the town before being considered old enough to be inducted into their inner circle, he was sure that Lois was likewise unaware. However, she was soon going to be getting a crash course in the reality of just how hospitable small town life could be, and he was certain that by the time he returned to her place at six, that she would have found a whole host of new friends.
Chuckling, he swiped his forearm over his brow, sped to the house and stepped into the kitchen. Well he'd better get busy, the day was only half over and he still had a lot to do before he could finish up.
When his phone rang again 20 minutes later, he took a sip of coffee, looked at his watch and nodded in satisfaction. Digging the phone out of his pocket, he smiled at the name on the screen, and clicked the button "Hi mom...."
***
Several hours later
When Lois swung open the door at his knock, Clark's brows flew up at the almost forced smile of welcome on her face. Rather than moving forward, he stayed leaning casually against the door jamb "So I heard about what happened at the store."
"You and everyone else in town" She replied tartly.
His lips twitched "And how is Smallville's newest heroine doing on this lovely summers evening?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily "It was dumb luck but I haven't had any peace since shortly after getting home. I've had a parade of people come and visit, and most of them didn't come empty handed, so I now have an overflowing fridge with more food than I can possibly eat."
His lips curved, as his hand came out from behind his back, presenting her with a homemade apple pie. When her eyes goggled he shrugged "I was in the process of making it when mom called. She also heard about what happened, and told me that I had to make you something. I was very happy to inform my parent that I was already doing so, since I knew that she'd be on the phone demanding that I do."
Lois shook her head and pointed at the pie "Why don't you take that home, and if or when I talk to your mom, I'll just tell her it was delicious."
He shook his head back and forth slowly "Uh huh, this is for our town's newest celebrity."
"If I take it, will you please take some of the stuff that's in my fridge; otherwise it'll probably go off before I get a chance to eat it all." She all but pleaded.
His lips curved "I can do that, what've you got?"
"You name it, and it's in my fridge. Just make sure to bring back the plates and bowls since I'm going to have to return them."
He nodded agreeably, stepped inside the house and closed the door before following her to the kitchen "Does this mean I get to stay for dinner?"
"No, this means you can take it and have a good feed tonight." She took a seat at the table and waved her hand "I meant to call the farm and tell you not to bother coming over but got sidetracked by a flood of visitors. Maybe in a few days I'll feel up to it, but for now just help yourself to whatever's in the fridge."
Clark put the pie on the table and took a seat opposite "I noticed that you were limping slightly; what's wrong?"
"What's wrong is that I'm sore and in no condition for a tumble."
He nodded slowly before cocking his head to the side "Then let's forget about tumbling each other, and take our time. If I promise to be extra gentle, kiss all the bruises and hurts, what'd you say?"
"My hip, knee, and elbow are hurting Clark, so not tonight."
"Have you put anything on them?" He frowned giving her a quick surreptitious once over with x-ray vision.
"Yeah, I just have to let them heal."
Having seen that she was sporting some pretty impressive bruising, but feeling relieved that there was nothing broken or seriously injured, he nodded "Did you hurt your back?"
"No it's fine."
"You could have bruises there that you can't see or reach Lois; do you want me to check?"
"It's fine; I'm sore all over but there's nothing wrong with my back." She told him tiredly.
Deciding that he'd have to check later, he pushed back his chair, stepped around the table and tilting up her chin, bent and placed his mouth against hers. Moist lips caressed and moulded, tongues danced slowly and as the kiss became deeper, she stood and he gathered her into his arms. His mouth lifted a fraction before locking onto hers once more, while his fingers danced gently down her spine and up again.
When their lips finally parted, he gave her a lopsided smile "I hope you don't mind, but I needed that to sustain me through the next couple of days."
"Were you trying to stir me up?" She asked politely.
"No, I just figured that since you didn't mention that your lips were hurt, a kiss would be safe enough." At her nod, he stepped back and opened the fridge. After looking through the array of goodies, he made his selection and carting them, followed her to the front door checking her back as he did so. Seeing nothing but smooth tanned skin he sighed partly in relief, partly in longing.
When Lois pulled open the door, he stepped out but turned back "How quickly do you heal?"
She shrugged indifferently, but he saw the laughter in her eyes "I'm a slow healer, very slow."
"How slow?" He asked alarmed.
"Very!" She repeated and closed the door.
Returning to the kitchen she grabbed a tray, and collected any stray cups, glasses and saucers that had been left lying in the lounge room after her visitors had left for the day. The women had taken care of the bulk of the washing up, but there were a few things here or there that had been missed. After a quick check to ensure that she'd gotten them all, Lois circled back to the kitchen, packed everything into the dishwasher, and after starting the machine checked both the back and front doors were secure, before retreating to the bathroom for a shower.
Lifting her face, she smoothed back her hair and let the water beat down on her face before turning around, for it to beat down on the back of her neck.
It was just after 6.30 but she was tired. Having a house full of people was exhausting when you weren't expecting them in the first place. When she'd first answered the door there had only been two women who had come over to get acquainted. They were on their way out when a couple more came, so they stayed, and what started as a trickle of people turning up became a gush. What else could she do, but entertain.
They were all nice, friendly, neighbourly people who wanted to welcome her into their community. She'd thanked them, but said that she was only here for a few months, to which the ladies had smiled in return, and said that she would always be welcome either way. But while she was retrieving coffee, soft drinks and iced tea to suit all present, she'd heard their not so silent whispers to each other, which soon became an open forum for discussion with no hint of secrecy. First came the conjecture on which of the men in town would begin calling on her, subtle hints were dropped next about this one's attributes, or that one's standing in the community, that was swiftly followed with open chatter about who would make a good husband, or which men she should avoid at all costs, and finally arch speculation on which of the men would most likely catch her eye, or catch her and maybe even tie her down.
She'd wanted to laugh at that, if they only knew that one man was already calling, but not for the reasons they believed. Deciding it would be best to change the subject, she'd instead asked if any of the ladies were interested in sewing, cross stitching or any other type of art and from there the conversation had flourished.
Twisting off the taps, she stepped from the shower, wrapped her hair in one towel, grabbed another to wipe herself down carefully and made her way to the bedroom. After applying moisturiser, drying her hair and applying more ointment to her bruises, she slipped into a loose cotton nightdress, pulled back the covers and crawled between the sheets. It had actually been quite a productive day all told, yeah it seemed that her desire for solitude and anonymity was gone, but she might have found at least a couple of promising artists who would be happy to sell their work in her shop.
Turning onto her side slowly she closed her eyes and smiled. There was nothing wrong with scouting out talent while she was on holiday, and maybe if she did find one or two whose work was good enough to be sold, then she would also be helping them to make some money doing what they enjoyed.
Tomorrow or the next day she'd have to start making the rounds. Those who had dropped by had made it clear that she was welcome to stop in and say hello, or come by for a cup of coffee, and she'd also been asked to join a group of ladies for morning tea when they got together for a gossip. As their gossip wasn't spiteful, but informative, she'd been utterly charmed when they didn't even bother pretending they were getting together for a chat and coffee, but to exchange news. She'd been hard pressed not to laugh when informed that her old boss and landlady Martha Kent could exchange scuttlebutt with the best of them. They were so warmly hospitable that it would be rude not to drop in and visit, and now she also had a secondary reason; business.
As she began to drift off to sleep a flash invaded her head causing her to frown. Ok, that picture was wrong. She and Clark got hot and heavy between the sheets, but they'd never been mushy about it. Neither of them had just hatched from the egg, they were both well aware their relationship started and stopped with sex and that was all. They were already involved, ok, they were involved in the most loosely broadest sense of the word, but still the flashes should have stopped after the first time they'd slept together. Well this was obviously a glitch, but it was the first time that it had happened, so more than likely it would also be the last.
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Picking up one bowl Clark spooned out a generous serving of chilli on his plate, reached for another bowl and dished out some potato salad, then pushed it aside gently to make room for a roasted piece of corn on the cob. Carrying the containers to the fridge, he stored them neatly, returned to the island and swept his heat vision over the plate until the steam was gently rising and smiled. What could be nicer than chilli, warm potato salad and corn; oh he knew the piece of cherry pie that he'd yet to dish out.
Picking up the tin, he peeked inside and his grin got bigger. He'd warm it up later. Placing it in the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of beer, sat at the island and enjoyed his dinner. Well technically, it was supposed to be Lois' but as she'd said, more than likely it would go off before she could eat it, so if he didn't take it then the food would just go to waste.
Pushing back his plate when done, he looked out the window feeling comfortably full. The dinner was nice, very nice. However, it would have been even more enjoyable if he could've worn himself out with a robust session of sex first. If not robust, then leisurely, or replete would do; anything that would have left him feeling lethargically good all over.
Hopefully she'd feel better in a day or two, so they could resume their activities. If she'd been seriously hurt he would have insisted on taking her to the medical centre, but knew that right now her body was just sore from the impact of taking the brunt of the beating when saving young Peter.
Although he still found it hard to get his mind around how anyone could be hurt from taking a tumble, he had learnt how to distinguish when a person was seriously injured, and when they were hurt but it wasn't time to call the paramedics.
When he was younger he'd never appreciated the power of his own strength, and as a result had used much more force than was necessary in the pursuit of helping others. During his training Jor-el had much to teach him about the magnitude of his powers, and it was then that he'd come to fully realise that he had the strength and speed to stop criminals easily, so hurting them physically in anger or haste to help others was not only wrong, but unnecessary.
He'd still wanted to help people but not in the way he used to; knocking criminals six ways to Sunday wasn't helping, it only made him little more than a vigilante metering out his own punishment; and that was unacceptable. However, as he was invulnerable to being hurt unless Kryptonite was around, it had been hard for him to fathom how anyone could acquire bruises, scrapes and the like just from falling down, or being knocked. So to gain an understanding of the fragility of the human body, he'd voraciously read medical journals, books on reflexology and massage and now knew how to help those in need, without hurting the ones he was protecting them from. There was nothing he didn't know about pressure points, how much strength could be applied before it became painful, or the toll the human body experienced from falls, breaks and scrapes, as such he no longer used his strength against perpetrators. Now he stopped them by tying them up, but he didn't throw them through roofs, heave them into walls, or send them flying from one side of the room to the other through impatience, anger, or just because he could.
So as he was very well acquainted with the human body now, he knew that Lois would be aching for a day or two, the bruises would take longer to heal, but she wasn't seriously injured for which he was grateful. If she hadn't been at the store, more than likely Peter would have died. His small body wouldn't have been able to withstand the avalanche of tins raining down on him, and if she hadn't rolled out of the way quick enough, then Peter might have been saved by the shelter of her body, but Lois herself would have taken the brunt of beating, and have a lot more than a few bruises to show for it.
That hadn't happened; both Peter and Lois were ok, so thinking of what might have been was pointless. Shaking off his introspection, Clark stood to retrieve a quarter plate and knife, got the cherry pie from the fridge, cut a liberal portion and scooped it onto his plate to enjoy.
After washing up the dishes, he retreated to the lounge and turned on the TV. Forty minutes later the television was switched off, and The Farmers' Almanac sitting beside his chair was picked up but tossed back down a moment later.
It was only just edging toward 7.45 and normally right now he'd be rolling around naked with Lois. Ok, they would almost be finished, maybe, possibly; or they could be getting ready to go again. Shit; they'd spent the better part of two hours in bed this morning and he'd still wanted more. He should have tried for another round then. He'd thought about it, he'd wanted to, and now he wished that he had. Maybe he could go and see her tomorrow morning, offer to massage all the knots out. Lying down for hours would cause her muscles to stiffen, so when she woke up, she'd be bound to feel a little stiff and would maybe appreciate a helping hand.
Rubbing his hands over his face Clark sighed; he couldn't believe that he was thinking about pretending to be an altruistic friend, no not friend. Boyfriend; definitely not, companion didn't fit, acquaintance was wrong...oh hell who cared, he couldn't believe that he was actually thinking about pretending to be an altruistic something, just so that he could hopefully get some nookie.
Rising from his seat, he closed and locked the front and back doors before walking upstairs. After having a quick shower he crawled into bed and looked up at the ceiling. He was not going to make any kind of shabby excuses to see Lois, he'd drop in to check if she was alright, but he was going to keep his hands to himself, and his eyes in his head. He was a grown man who could go without for a few days. Hell he usually went without for months at a time, so a few days should be a cake walk.
His eyes closed, and immediately visions of Lois as she'd looked this morning swirled behind the lids. Her voluptuous breasts, full and softly swaying with their movements, the nipples hard little points jutting upwards, her torso glistening with perspiration, the way she'd tasted, felt, looked...shit!
When she was lying naked beside him, visions had danced in his head of pouring warm honey over her body, spreading it around with only the lightest touches of his fingertips, then licking it off her. Lois' warm golden skin, and the sweet golden taste of honey would be a heady combination in his mouth. Swallowing heavily, he imaged dragging his tongue under the globes of her breasts, sucking at the fleshy softness, capturing a nipple with his teeth to allow his tongue to gently wash over it again and again until it became hard, inflexible. Cupping his hand around the plump mound, and rubbing his thumb over the stiffened nub, then enclosing it in his mouth to suck, then running his thumb over the point again, before once more encasing it in his mouth. While he was busy, the fingers of his other hand would continue to trail through the honey, spreading it over the neglected breast, plucking at and rolling the nipple, letting it know that his full attention would soon be coming. After which his mouth would continue trailing down her torso to her tummy; nibbling and sucking gently on her waist and hip bones, his fingers now stroking, rubbing and lazily moving within the soft flesh between her legs, absolutely drenched in her moisture, as his mouth continued to move downwards ever closer to glory.
Groaning out loud, he loosened his fist, and rubbed his hand over his chest, feeling his heart beating like a bass drum, and the pulse in another part of his anatomy throbbing just as heavily. Opening his eyes, he looked down and shook his head. Why, why, why didn't he do it? If he'd really tried he would have had the stamina for another go round this morning.
It had just been too long, that was the problem. Before Lois came back it had been months since he'd been a woman, and now that he'd gotten used to their twice daily romp sessions, missing out was making him crazy. He could go to Metropolis; it would only take him a minute to get there. He could call up one of the women he usually saw, spend a few hours rolling around, and with a bit of luck he might be able to sleep without thinking about sex, or more to the point; sex with Lois.
Tossing back the covers, he sat up, turned on the bedside light, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out his little book. Flipping from one page to another, he read the names and shook his head. None of them were suitable; Belinda giggled too much, very annoying. Karen was way too serious and looking to tie a man down, forget it. He just wasn't that into Robyn, so why on earth had he even bothered keeping her name in his book. Vicki was nice but she could be too nice at times, which really meant that she was just boring. Leanne's inane chatter drove him nuts, Jessica hardly said a word so he had to carry the conversation, and Candy; well her name said it all. Flipping to the last page, he saw the name Maggie and smiled; ok there was nothing wrong with her. Then again there might be and he just couldn't think what it was right this minute, but it would more than likely come to him if he went to see her, and by then he'd be stuck.
Tossing the book back into the drawer with a sigh, he turned off the light and lay down once again. When Lois left town after her holiday was over, he'd have to go out and meet a new bunch of women; the ones he knew presently weren't his type, even for a few hours of recreational adventure. It was a mystery how he hadn't noticed that before, he was usually observant about these things, but obviously he'd fallen down on the job somewhere because all he had were a bunch of names that he'd rather forget.
Rolling over he closed his eyes, Lois would be feeling better in a few days, so he'd wait; even if it half killed him he'd wait, but as soon as she was feeling up to par, he'd have her naked and under him, or maybe on top, sideways, from behind; oh yeah, they'd be doing it all. In fact they'd keep doing it until all that was left of them were two puddles of goo; no even better, one big puddle still joined.