Whine No More
Folc4evernaday | Rated: M | Chapter 4


Lois stared at the spot Clark had just vacated shaking her head. These two men that had become so important to her were one and the same. That also meant that every time Clark had been running away he hadn't been running from her but running to a disaster. He hadn't left her in the middle of her date. He'd been rescuing someone. Now realizing all this all she seemed to be coming back with is more questions.

"Your going out with Dan DOES upset me."

"Lois, this isn't easy for either of us, but I promise…no more shutting you out."

"Are…you….sure?"

"Lois, I'm…Superman."

"Yes, you are…"

After his confession about lying about his feelings for her, she hadn't been interested in talking anymore. She'd been so tired of the back and forth so when he'd finally stayed and not disappeared on her after declaring his feelings she'd decided she was ready. He'd said the words. She just hadn't connected the dots. She hadn't been focused on what he was saying.

"I love you, Lois Lane,"

"I've loved you from the moment I saw you,"

"I've wanted to tell you for so long…"

At the time she thought he was talking about his confession about being in love with her. Now she mused it was probably about what he'd thought was his confession.

" Making up for lost time?"

"You have no idea,"

"You stayed the night,"

"Mmm hmm, was I not supposed to? Someone fell asleep with an alarming tight grip on me,"

"Just making sure you didn't disappear in the middle of the night,"

Everything had been perfect the next morning. He hadn't disappeared. He'd promised not to disappear. How many calls for help had he ignored that night to be with her?

He'd stayed the night and they'd had breakfast together then gone to check out the street fair together. Everything had been…perfect. Even now after everything... She couldn't deny how she felt. She was still in love with him…both of him. He was still Clark. Her best friend. The man she'd been in love with for almost two years now…and the superhero that had saved her from herself countless times.

"Isn't there some kind of unspoken rule about horning in on another guy's date?"

"Date? I'm sorry. THIS is a date?"

"What are you doing here, Scardino?"

"Yes, Dan, what ARE you doing here?"

"Man, did you see that?"

"Lucky Superman was nearby."

"Clark?"

"So now you know,"

" Know what?"

"Just about how much you mean to Clark Kent."

Dan. That was another problem she had to nip in the bud. Obviously, he wasn't taking 'no' very well, and she needed to take care of him before he caused anymore issues between herself and Clark. She recalled how he seemed to get some sort of pleasure out of one-upping Clark every chance he got. That night at her apartment flashed through her mind again. Obviously, he still thought he had a chance with her.

"I'm sorry, Lois. I've hated keeping this secret from you. I've wanted to tell you so many times…Everything just got so complicated."

Complicated was an understatement.

A sonic-boom and familiar breeze of wind brushed against the nape of her neck. She turned around to face him and was surprised to find him standing in front of her in his suit and tie from earlier. "Hi," He said softly.

"Hi," She crossed her arms over her chest, rubbing her arms up and down.

"When you think about it, the only time people really express themselves is when they're passionate and the polite veneer of society drops away... like when they're fighting..."

"Or make love."

He sighed, "Lois…" at the same time she said, "Clark…"

He said, "I'm sorry. Go ahead."

"Okay," She said, pacing in front of him, "I think I get why you didn't tell me at first and why you felt like you couldn't tell me…at first…but," She slowed down turning to look at him, "What I don't get is why you felt you couldn't tell me after we started getting closer. I mean, you died right there in front of me and ...Do you have any idea what you put me through? You should have…"

"I know," He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry. I just kinda panicked and really didn't think things through. I was so focused on how to get out of the mess I'd created I didn't think about how it was affecting you. I never meant to hurt you."

"Then why did you?" She asked holding back her tears.

"Honestly?" He shrugged, "I was afraid."

"Of what?" Lois asked.

"This!" He gestured between them. "Lois, you have no idea how many times I've tried to get the courage to tell you. The other night was the first time I actually did…or thought I did. I should have made sure you heard me, but …"

"You thought I already knew?" Lois finished for him, recalling their argument from earlier.

"Yeah," He said shamefully. "I swear, I would never have taken that step without telling you everything."

Lois nodded, "I know," She said quietly. "At least I think I do, but you waited so long to tell me. I mean, I thought…Am I really so intimidating?"

He gave her a half-smile, taking a hesitant step toward her. "No, but you have to understand how I grew up…"

"I've met your parents, Clark. Not exactly a hard childhood." She retorted bitterly, leaning against the Daily Planet globe as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, but growing up with powers developing and not knowing why…not knowing where I came from. It scared me." He said, walking toward her, squatting down to the concrete of the roof by her feet. "When I was younger…before, the invulnerability kicked in my dad was afraid I'd get picked up by some government agency, so he always gave his speech of 'One of these days someone's gonna see you and they're gonna put you in a laboratory and dissect you like a frog.'"

Lois bit her lip, suppressing a laugh at Clark's impression of his dad. She squatted down next to him, "I'm sorry. I thought…I mean you told me you came from Krypton. I guess I thought you always knew."

He shook his head, "Not until we found Bureau 39 and Trask."

"Oh," Lois murmured softly, "So, all those years you never knew?"

He shook his head, "Not until the globe started playing those messages."

"Globe?" Then she recalled the globe Clark had had stolen from his apartment, "Oh, right the globe. I had forgot about that. "

"It's just a disguise…I wear the suit and change my voice a little so I can use my abilities to help. I got tired of moving every time someone got suspicious so ….thus, Superman was born."

"It's pretty clever," She gave him a half-smile, "I'll give you that."

"I just wanted to help. That's all I ever wanted. Now, I'm not even sure I'll be able to do that anymore," He remarked bitterly.

"What do you mean?" She asked, looking at him in concern, "Look, I know I got angry earlier but I would never…"

"No, not that," He shook his head, "This…" He pulled out a rolled up copy of the subpoena he'd been served with. "Superman just got served."

"What?" Lois snapped, grabbing the papers from him. "Half a Million Dollars? Reckless endangerment? Loss of income? For a sprain? You have got to be kidding me!" Lois fumed as she read through the subpoena.

Clark hung his head, "I know. All I did was move him out of the way. There's no way he should have even been that injured…"

"You're gonna need a lawyer, Clark," Lois said reading through the rest of the subpoena. "I know a guy who handles cases like this…He's never lost a case,"

"Is he a good person?" He asked.

Lois gave him a shrug, "He's a lawyer."

"Lois…" He sighed. "I can't just go with any lawyer. How would it look if Superman was being represented by someone that is anything but honest?"

"I guess you're right," Lois relented, "We'll call around and see if we can get any recommendations. Maybe talk with Perry?"

"Yeah," He nodded. "Thank you. I didn't know who else to talk to about this. I know you must hate me right now…"

"Oh, Clark, I don't hate you. I'm just ….confused." She glanced back at him and sighed, "You've just got to give me some time. I mean I spent almost three years getting to know you as two different people and trying to wrap my head around all of this."

"I know," He stood up, helping her to her feet. "Do you need a lift home?"

Lois nodded, "I suppose we should get going. I'll take a rain check on the flight home." He hung his head and she continued, "but you can ride with me, and we can finish talking if you'd like,"

"Okay," He smiled back at her.


Elise stared at the papers in front of her in shock, "Calvin, are you out of your mind?"

"What do you mean?" He asked in confusion. Her eyes widened as she read through the details of the lawsuit.

"Calvin, this says you've lost wages. You weren't working. If you say this stuff on the stand…" She began to panic.

"No, no, no, darling," He cooed. "You don't understand. It's a loss of POTENTIAL wages. See?" He pointed at the line on the lawsuit, "See? If I can prove Superman damaged my hand to the point of not being able to play again then I can clean him out…We'll be rich! You won't have to work at that stupid diner anymore and can stay home with me,"

"But Calvin, Superman saved your life…"

"…and he's going to pay for it," Calvin reassured her, patting his wrist.


On the drive back to her apartment Lois had begun picking Clark's brain. Asking question after question about things she'd wondered about but had been too afraid to ask. He obliged, answering what he could with what he knew, "I don't know," She parked the Jeep and got out, grabbing her things.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" She asked, "You said you got tired of moving. So what was different about Metropolis?" Was he trying to be difficult? She gave him a lingering gaze and he shifted, turning away for a moment.

"Lois, I'm...Superman..."

"Yes, you are..."

"I don't know," He sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets as they continued, "I guess it was a combination of things. I just wanted to lead a normal life. Friends, a job…" He glanced at her with a blush, "girl?"

She gave him a small smile. Girl. The memory of Lenny Stokes' taunt to him some months back flashed through her mind,

"She's your girl?"

It hadn't been true at the time. She had often wondered why Superman seemed so torn and taken aback by that statement. It was another reason why she'd thought she'd had a chance with him. Now, she slowly realized it had been Clark all along.

"When you think about it, the only time people really express themselves is when they're passionate and the polite veneer of society drops away... like when they're fighting..."

"Or make love."

"I have been in love with you for a long time,"

"I guess, getting the job at the Planet, meeting you…It gave me a reason to want to stick around…" He continued.

"You're so gorgeous,"

"Make love to me, Clark,"

She felt a shiver run down her spine as her mind flashed back to the other night in her apartment. They climbed the steps to her apartment building, and she sighed, "I guess I can understand that,"

He smiled, "I've been trying to tell you for months you know…"

"Oh, Lois...God you're so beautiful...I've loved you from the moment I saw you,"

She nodded, trying to force the memory of the other night out of her mind. This was not helping things. "I know,"

"You do?" He asked.

"Looking back I could see the signs where you seemed like you were trying to hint at something but just never finished saying it." She said softly. He had. There were so many signs over the years. She'd just never followed through on them because she'd been too mad at him.

"I've wanted to tell you for so long…"

"I'm glad you know," He said as she fumbled for her keys in her purse, "I've carried this for so long, but you have to understand when I decided to become…" He glanced around the hallway and mouthed, 'Superman.'

"Wrap your legs around me,"

She bit the inside of her lip, recalling the way he'd felt the other night. Why was her mind so intent on recalling every detail of that night at this very moment? "You became a target so anyone close to you would be a target and then it got to be more complicated when you realized you loved me…"

"Which was about two minutes after I met you," He added with a smile.

" I've loved you from the moment I saw you,"

'Two minutes? No, don't go there. Bad bad thoughts…'

"Don't try and score points," She warned.

"I lied,"

"What?"

"I said, I lied...In front of the Planet. After everything you went through I didn't want to complicate things even more for you so…"

"Sorry," He sighed. "Lois, I know this is a lot and I'm sorry about the way you found out. I know you need time to adjust and I'll give you whatever time you need…just please don't shut me out," He pleaded.

She unlocked her door as she spoke, "I know you are, and I'm not. I just…" She sighed, opening the door and stepping inside.

"I love you, Lois," He leaned in to kiss her, cupping her cheek as he spoke, "Everything I said Saturday night…I meant every word." He mouthed 'Superman' before returning to his normal tone of voice, "…doesn't change any of that. No matter what I've always loved you…I just hope you can forgive me,"

Forgive him? Did she forgive him? She didn't know. She did know being this close to him was making it hard to concentrate. All she seemed to be able to focus on was his nearness and the memory of what he felt like the other night.

'Stop it'

"You said you like to be on top,"

"And don't you forget it,"

"Never.

"Oh, Clark, I love you too," She said, wrapping her hand around his wrist as he stroked her cheek.

"You slammed the door in my face last night."

"That was a mistake."

"Don't let it happen again."

"You do?" He asked uncertainly.

"Always. That's what was so confusing ….Trying to figure out how I could feel the way I felt about you and…" She mouthed 'Superman' "…but now it makes sense,"

"Do you regret Saturday night?" He asked.

"Lois, open your eyes,"

"A part of me wants to say, 'yes'," She said softly, noting the way he hung his head and turned away.

" Making up for lost time?"

"You have no idea,"

"When you think about it, the only time people really express themselves is when they're passionate, and the polite veneer of society drops away... like when they're fighting..."

"Or make love."

"But another part…says 'not in this lifetime,'" She said gazing at him hungrily as she bit the inside of her lower lip.

He caught her gaze for a moment and cleared his throat, pulling away, "Um, I should go,"

"You stayed the night,"

"Mmm hmm, was I not supposed to? Someone fell asleep with an alarming tight grip on me,"

"Yeah," She nodded, watching as he took a step toward the door. He leaned in to kiss her one last time, "Good night, Lois," Before she could protest he'd already pulled away.

"When you think about it, the only time people really express themselves is when they're passionate and the polite veneer of society drops away... like when they're fighting..."

"Or make love."


She didn't even remember how it had started. All she clearly remembered was dropping her things on the floor and pulling Clark to her by the tie, capturing his mouth with hers hungrily. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled slamming the door shut and locking it as she molded her body against his. "Lois, what…are we…? Oh, God, yes…" He'd moaned against her lips as she pressed her palm against the front of his slacks. She could feel his arousal harden with each caress. "Bedroom?" He asked. She smiled, hearing the strain in his voice.

"Too far," She gasped, running her palm against his growing arousal as she loosened his tie.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" He murmured in her ear as she glided her right leg up his backside, trying to increase the contact of his body against hers.

She unbuckled his belt and murmured, "It doesn't hurt your case,"

"I have a case?" His body rumbled against hers as his hands slipped below the edge of her skirt, inching it higher as he spoke.

"Does this mean we've made up?" He asked, cupping the cheeks to her buttocks from beneath her skirt.

"What do you think?" She tugged his tie from his collar and grinned up at him.

"Good, I've missed this…missed you," He said between heated kisses, fumbling with her pantyhose as his hands roamed up and down her thighs slipping the edge of her pantyhose lower and lower as he walked her back toward the door until she found herself pinned against it.

"I know. I had so many plans for you on Sunday," She murmured, running her palm up and down his chest seductively as she caressed him through his slacks with her other hand.

She felt the vibration of his hardened muscle press against her, "Plans?"

"The rest of the day in bed…clothing optional," She whispered seductively and laughed when he groaned against her.

"Take these off," She ordered, squeezing him gently through his slacks. She grinned when she felt the length of him against her palm.

"Always giving orders," He murmured against her lips.

"Someone's got to," She kicked the panty hose off and let out a long moan when she felt his hand brush against her moistened curls. "Oh, God, Clark…"

His jacket and tie found its way to the floor. He slipped his index finger inside her, "Cl…" She gasped, he began to stroke her as she helped him out of his dress shirt. "Oh, don't stop…"

She fumbled with the buckle to his belt as his mouth whispered feather light kisses against her collarbone. "You like that?" He asked, inserting another finger inside her.

She moaned against him, raking her fingers up and down his expansive chest, "You have no idea…" He helped her out of her blouse, tossing it over his shoulder, "Clar…" She gasped as his lips brushed against her chest, nuzzling the curve of her breast with his face as he continued to stroke her.

"Oh, God, yesss!" She growled, fisting his hair as she tugged his head to her, capturing his mouth with hers. He slipped another finger inside her, and she growled in frustration against his mouth. She could feel her eyes roll into the back of her head as her insides began to quiver against his digits. She could feel his hardened flesh against her palm. She bit her lip in frustration, reaching for the zipper to his pants, "You are so frustrating..."

"You are so impatient," He murmured against her lips as he moved his other hand to cup her left breast, rolling her pebbled bud through the fabric of her lace bra with his forefinger and thumb.

"That is sooo…" She moaned in pleasure, feeling her insides begin to clench around his fingers, "Oh, God, I love you," She let out a guttural moan as he removed his hand from her. She was about to protest with the loss of contact when she saw him unfastening his slacks. "Oh, thank God!" She hissed, helping him tug his pants and underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection standing at attention. She licked her lips in anticipation.

He hoisted her up in his arms, pressing her against the door as he tugged her skirt up, cupping her buttocks as he slid inside her in one slow deliberate thrust. "I love you…so much," He murmured against her neck.

"Now, who's being…im-patient?" She tightened her legs around him, linking her arms around his neck as he began to thrust himself inside her moistened folds, "I'm still wearing …half my clo…Oh! Oh, Clar…"

His pace quickened and all coherent thoughts quickly dissolved on her lips. "I love it…when you wear..these… skirts…"

"In that case…maybe I'll …wear…them…more…often," She teased, tightening her arms around him as she felt the hard muscles of his chest press against her. His hands roamed up and down her legs with each thrust, "Tease you in …the office…"

He laughed against her neck, "Only if you don't mind…being whisked into … the supply closet." She laughed, and he recaptured her lips with his. He brought her closer to him, tilting her hips as he brought her down his shaft in slow movements, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. He grinned against her neck, "Do you like that?"

"Yes," She breathed heavily, feeling the pulsing in her abdomen with each thrust. He slowed his motions causing her to whimper, "No, no, no, don't stop…" She felt him withdraw from her, teasing the tip of his arousal against her swollen folds, "So not nice."

"I am very nice to you," He murmured, pressing the tip of his arousal at her entrance.

"Prove it, Superman," She challenged, tightening her grip on him. He stepped away from the door turning so his back was against it for support, leaning her back against his arms as he entered her in slow, deliberate thrusts. "Clark!" She gasped when she felt him fill her even more deeply than he had before. "Oh, that's…very…"

"Nice?" He breathed in her ear.

She nodded, not trusting her voice as he continued to drive himself into her, "I love you,"

"I love you … so much," His pace quickened, and she felt that familiar numbing sensation pulse through her body spreading to her toes. Her inner muscles quivered against him, and he grinned, "I love it when you do that…let's me know …you're…close,"

She clenched her inner muscles around him, and he let out a guttural moan, "Yes, um, very…very, very…"

His mouth came crashing down on hers as he pressed her back against the door, caressing her thighs as he drove into her, "Cla.." Her body began to shudder as she felt that numbing sensation spread throughout and her toes began to curl. "Oh, God, yessss!"

His chest shuddered against hers. His grip on her tightened as he molded his body against hers. He let out a muffled cry of pleasure against her mouth as his body shuddered against hers. She clung to him, fisting his hair as rode out the remainder of his completion.

He slowly broke his mouth away from hers, resting his forehead against hers. She gripped his shoulders, burying her face against the curve of his neck and shoulder, "I love you,"

He ran his hands up and down her legs massaging them, looking down at their current state of undress, "How's my case now?"

She grinned against him, "I'm becoming more open minded…but I could use some convincing,"

He lifted her up walking back towards the bedroom, "I can be very convincing,"


TBC...