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Chapter Four
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Lois held on tightly to Clark's hand as he opened the door to the kitchen.
"Knock, knock!" He called out as they entered.
Martha Kent was standing at the sink, wiping her hands on a towel as she turned to greet them with a warm smile. She set the towel down on the counter and walked over to embrace her son, and he wrapped his free arm around her to hug her back.
Lois watched them with a smile, feeling a brief pang of envy for the close relationship Clark shared with his parents. She knew she would never have that with her own parents, but as Martha turned to give Lois a gentle hug, she realized she could really get attached to the surrogate love Clark's parents so freely offered.
When they both pulled back, they shared a smile. "It's wonderful to see you again, Lois." Her eyes dropped down to their joined hands, then back up to look first at Clark, then Lois, with an all-too-knowing smile.
"Something you two would like to share?" There was a hint of laughter in her voice that complimented the twinkle in her eye.
"So that's where Clark learned his skills of observation," Lois mused aloud, making both mother and son chuckle.
Jonathan Kent chose that moment to make his entrance. Lois and Clark had to move further into the room to accommodate his generous stature. Father and son embraced, then Jonathan enveloped Lois in his trademark bear hug.
"Welcome back, Lois," he told her as they parted. "It's good to see you again."
"Clark and Lois have something to tell us," Martha said, her voice filled with barely contained glee.
"Let's sit down," Clark said, gesturing to the small dining set. After everyone was settled, he took a deep breath, lifting Lois's hand to place a gentle kiss there before resting their hands on the table. "Lois and I... we're together now. As a couple."
Martha beamed, and Jonathan let out a hearty laugh. "It's about time!" His mother's smile seemed to keep growing, and for a moment, Lois was afraid it might really split her face in two.
"I am completely in love with your son," Lois said softly after Jonathan's laughter subsided.
"Oh, Lois," Martha sighed, "I was wondering how long it would take you to see that," she continued in a wry voice.
"Mom!" Clark sounded slightly mortified by his mother's words.
Lois squeezed his hand. "It's all right, Clark. Your mother has a point. I turned a blind eye to you for a long time." She paused to turn and look back at his parents. "But my eyes are wide open now. I can finally see Clark for the amazing man he truly is." She was proud of herself for being able to keep her voice steady.
She felt Clark squeeze her hand just before speaking. "She knows," he said simply.
Jonathan's eye grew wide and Martha's smile grew impossibly wider.
"She knows?" Jonathan echoed.
Lois turned her gaze to meet Martha's. "The cape was a great idea," she said with a knowing smile.
"I knew it would look great when he's out there flying," Martha said proudly.
"It does, believe me!" When Martha reached a hand out across the table toward Lois, Lois had to swallow hard against a large lump that had suddenly grown in the back of her throat.
"Welcome to the family, Lois," Martha told her.
Lois blinked fast, fighting back tears. "Thank you," she said quietly. "You have know idea how much that means to me."
"Well," Martha said, her voice once again enriched with that hint of mischief. "I want details! How did you find out?"
Lois grinned. "I figured it out."
"I always knew you would," Martha told her. "You're a very smart young lady."
"She's brilliant," Clark chimed in, earning him a warm smile and a soft kiss from Lois.
"Yeah, well, if you had been able to keep your hands—or rather, your mouth—off me, God only knows how long it would have taken me to figure it out!" Lois delighted at the light blush that stained Clark's cheeks at her teasing. She turned her attention back to his parents once again. "He kissed me," she began.
"We'd kissed before. I've kissed Clark... and I've kissed Superman. But yesterday... Clark told me that he's been in love with me... from the beginning. And then he kissed me." She paused to look back at Clark, sharing silently their memories of that encounter. She turned back to Jonathan and Martha. "A few hours later, Superman came to see me. To say goodbye. He said... he told me that we could never have the kind of relationship I'd been fantasizing about. And then... we kissed."
Lois had to stop for a second, dropping her head down as she shook it with a wry grin. "Even then, it didn't quite sink in right away." She lifted her head, tilting it to meet Clark's dark gaze. "It wasn't until I woke up early the next morning... after dreaming about every single kiss I had shared with both Clark and Superman. And suddenly, I knew." Lois and Clark moved together at the same time, their lips meeting in the middle in a tender caress.
"Well," Martha spoke after a long moment, and they broke apart slowly, their gazes lingering on one another even as his mother continued speaking. "I, for one, couldn't be happier for the two of you."
"Thanks, mom," Clark replied, his eyes never leaving Lois.
"Me, too, son," Jonathan added. "You both deserve all the happiness you can get."
With a sigh of deep contentment, Martha finally stood up, turning from the table. "I'd better get dinner started," she said, breaking the spell that had settled between the two lovebirds.
"I'd offer to help, but I'm afraid I'm a total disaster in the kitchen," Lois said sardonically as she tore her gaze away from Clark's smiling face.
"I'd be happy to share a few tips with you in exchange for some cheese grating," Martha replied with a grin. "Think you can manage that?"
Lois laughed. "I think I might be able to do that without making a total fool of myself."
"Mom's an excellent teacher," Clark told her. "She's the one who taught me how to cook."
"Well, I just gave you the basics," Martha replied as she began retrieving ingredients from the refrigerator. "You took those and ran with them. All over the world," she added with a laugh.
Lois turned to Clark and quirked a single brow. "You traveled a lot, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I did. Had a bit of wanderlust after I graduated." His voice had softened, and Lois caught a glimpse of a little sadness deep in his eyes. She reached up to touch his cheek, and he turned to press a soft kiss into her palm. "I loved exploring the world, meeting new people, seeing new places, experiencing completely foreign cultures, learning about so many different ways of seeing and experiencing life... It was an amazing experience."
Seeing that hint of sadness still lurking behind his smile, Lois felt a pang in her heart that brought a sheen of moisture to her eyes. "But it was hard, too," Clark continued quietly. "I was always afraid I'd do something to... expose myself... I was always careful not to get too close to anyone, so even though I met a lot of really great people, making friends was never easy. I just never quite felt like I... belonged... I could be surrounded by people, and I yet I'd still feel... isolated." Clark sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. When he met Lois's stare, his eyes had warmed, all traces of his earlier sadness completely vanished.
"That all changed when I met you." Lois tilted her head to one side, a brilliant smile lighting up her face. She could feel all of her love for him radiating through her entire being. She stood up from the table, coming into Clark's open arms and wrapping hers around his neck as she bent down to capture his mouth in a deep, loving kiss.
They broke apart when Martha cleared her throat rather loudly and abruptly. Clark continued to hold her close as Lois stood back up. She let her hands wander across his hair as he rested his head in the curve of her waist.
"Clark, I think your dad needs your help out in the barn," she told the flushed couple.
"I do?" Jonathan asked, looking to Martha with a slight frown. Martha raised her brows, casting her eyes sideways and nodding her head towards the door. "Oh, yeah, I do. Just need a hand with that old tractor. Won't take long."
Lois and Clark exchanged curious glances before Clark finally stood up, slowly disengaging himself from her captivating body. "Sure, dad," Clark said absently, letting his hand linger at her hips for just a moment longer before finally turning away to follow Jonathan outside.
"We've all been waiting for this for a long time, Lois," Martha said after the men made their exit. "Clark has been so alone, all his life. Jonathan and I have always been there for him, but... by the time he reached adolescence, we knew it wasn't enough. We prayed that he would find someone who would love him for all of the many things that make him such a wonderful man. You're the answer to our prayers, sweetheart. And we couldn't possibly wish for better."
Lois sniffed, amazed to find her eyes watering up again. She had never been the weepy sort; she was pretty certain that she had shed more tears in the past twenty-four hours than she had in all of the years of her life. "I can't possibly tell you how much it means to me to hear you say that," she finally managed in a choked voice. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to bring him all the happiness he deserves."
"And I know he'll do the same for you," Martha replied.
"He's not alone anymore, Martha," Lois told her quietly.
Martha clasped their hands together. "I know."
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"I just need a lift so I can seal an oil leak. Won't take long." Jonathan walked over to his work bench to collect the necessary tools before coming to stand in front of his beloved old machine. He looked over at Clark for a long, quiet moment. "Don't think I've ever seen you look so happy, son," he said in a soft, deep voice.
"Don't think I've ever been so happy," Clark replied, the smile as rich in his voice as it was in his eyes. "She's everything I've ever dreamed of and more. She's... amazing." Clark chuckled softly. "If you had asked me yesterday, I'd have told you that I wanted Lois to love me as Clark... not Superman. Not the super powers, just the ordinary guy who happened to have these... unique abilities." Clark paused, turning his head toward the open door of the barn, through which the farmhouse could be seen. His smile turned soft as he spoke again. "She made me realize that I need her to love both. I need her to love me for all that I am. The truly amazing part is... she does."
"I couldn't be happier for you, son," his father told him, clasping his shoulder in a firm grip.
"Thanks, dad." The men exchanged smiles, and then Clark nodded over at the tractor. "So, where's the leak?"
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"Compliments to the chef!" Clark lifted his glass in salute.
"Take a bow, Lois," Martha said with a grin.
Lois blushed. "I couldn't have done it without you literally holding my hand through every single step."
"That's how I started," Clark informed her.
"Then I definitely won't complain about the technique!" Lois reached over to give Martha a one-armed hug. "Thanks again," she told her as she sat back up.
"My pleasure," Martha told her. She grabbed Lois's hand and rose from her chair. "We'll let the boys clean up. I've got something to show you."
Lois let herself be led into the living room, laughing when she heard Clark mutter something about baby pictures.
"No, no baby pictures... not tonight, anyway," Martha said with a sly grin. She did, however, pull a photo album off a bookshelf before sitting down with Lois on the sofa. She opened it to the middle, and as the pages settled, Lois reached over to trace Clark's face in the first picture that caught her eye.
"He looks so young!" She giggled as she studied the picture. "It's a probably good thing I didn't know him back then... I would have gotten into so much trouble," she murmured, feeling a blush begin to warm her cheeks.
"He always was such a handsome boy," Martha said, her voice full of a mother's pride.
"And now he's a very handsome man," Lois returned quietly.
"He was seventeen in that picture," Martha told her before turning the page. The next photographs featured Clark engaged in various sports activities. "It was no surprise that he was a natural athlete. What really amazed us was not just his ability to control his powers, but his intuitive awareness of all the reasons he had for maintaining that control. He took the responsibilities of his powers very seriously, from the moment they began to emerge."
"The downside of that was... it left Clark feeling like an outsider all his life. He never felt like he fit in, and the truth was, he didn't. Not really. It was so hard to see... watching him trying so hard to be like everyone else, knowing that he never felt like he had succeeded." As Martha spoke, Lois felt like a spell were being woven around her. She looked carefully at each picture, seeing the young man who carried the weight of all those hidden secrets with such grace and dignity.
"Clark's junior year of high school, Jonathan and I were recruited to chaperon the winter formal. We did hesitate, but Clark assured us he was 'cool' with having his parents at the event. When he later told us it would be his first official date... well, I think we were more nervous than Clark." Martha paused, looking at Lois with a note of concern in her eyes. "I hope it doesn't bother you to hear about Clark's... high school sweetheart."
Lois smiled graciously. "I had my own high school sweetheart, so it's only fair for Clark to have had his. And now that you've piqued my curiosity, I want details!"
"Uh-oh, better watch out, mom!" The sound of Clark's voice behind her made her heart jump, skip a beat, then race into high-gear for a second. Then he came to sit down beside her, draping an arm across her shoulder and resting his chin on the other shoulder to look down at the album in his mother's lap. "That Lane curiosity can be dangerous," he said, his voice rumbling low in her ear and sending a shiver down her spine.
Martha laughed, turning the page to reveal several pictures taken at the aforementioned winter formal event. Lois smiled as she took in how well-developed his young physique had been, and how utterly adorable he looked in his dark suit, complete with his trademark tie, a bright purple stripe filled with dizzying geometric shapes that stood out in sharp contrast to his black button-down shirt.
"When Clark reached his teenage years, Jonathan and I braced ourselves for the storms that the raging hormones of youth invariably deliver." Lois turned to glance at Clark, noticing with amusement the deep blush now tinting his cheeks. Then Martha continued, her voice betraying a hint of sadness. "But they never came. We knew the girls were interested. It is a small town, after all. And eventually, we did ask Clark about it."
"It wasn't that the raging hormones weren't there," Clark said. "Believe me, they were," he growled, his mouth just below her ear. Her skin began to tingle. "But I was a lot more cautious about... exploring the wonders of the opposite sex. Truth is, I was terrified of losing control. And even then, I knew I could never become intimate with someone without being completely honest about myself."
Lois gazed at him, idling marveling for a moment that he was so comfortable discussing such an intimate subject with his parents. It was definitely a world apart from her relationship with her own parents.
"It all added up to a very frustrated young man," Martha continued. "And two concerned parents. So when Clark told us about Lana, well... we were relieved, but at the same time, we had a whole new set of worries."
"Lana?" Lois asked. Her eyes traveled across the images until landing on a portrait of Clark with a blonde teenager on his arm.
"Lana Lang," Martha answered. "She was a sweet girl, but... I'm sorry sweetheart," she said, looking over to Clark. "She just never did seem right for you." She looked back down at the album and she turned the page again. "When I first saw this picture," Martha said, touching the lone photograph in the center of the page, "I knew."
Lois looked down, slowly taking in every detail of that moment frozen in time. It was a dance floor, several young couples dancing close under soft lights. In the middle of the picture were Clark and the girl named Lana. She first noticed that they weren't standing nearly as close as the others around them. Clark had one hand resting on the girl's waist, the other clasped with hers. His posture was stiff and formal, as was the small smile on his face.
Then Lois looked at his eyes. There seemed to be a question lurking in the corners; his eyes seemed to be searching for something that was just out of sight, something he felt lost without. "Oh, Clark," Lois breathed.
Martha closed the album. "Flash forward a decade," she said as she stood up. Lois sucked in a long, slow breath. She felt Clark's arm tighten around her shoulder, and she leaned back into him, pulling his other arm around her.
Martha returned quickly with another album. "Shortly after landing his dream job at the Daily Planet, Clark brought his new partner home to meet us, just in time for the Corn Harvest Festival." She opened the album to reveal pictures from that day. Lois looked through the pictures with a nostalgic smile, letting her eyes linger on a picture of her walking with Clark, the teddy bear he had won for her tucked under her arm.
Martha finally turned the page, and, like the last album, a single image was centered on the next page. It was of her and Clark dancing.
From the angle the image was captured, it appeared that the two of them were completely alone in the universe. Clark's arm was slung low about her waist, holding her as close as it was possible without actually touching their bodies together. Their joined hands were tucked between their torsos, Clark's hand covering hers over his heart.
Filling Clark's face was a smile whose brilliance was outshone only by the delighted twinkle in his eyes. Lois turned her attention to the image of her own face, and what she saw took her breath away. She was smiling right back at Clark, a million-megawatt beam that could have lit up ten city blocks in Metropolis. Their faces were impossibly close to one another, and as the memory of that moment flashed brightly in her mind's eye, she couldn't believe she hadn't kissed him then. She turned her head and locked lips with him, determined to make up for lost time.
When Martha cleared her throat in a none-too-subtle reminder of her presence, Clark pulled back, a slightly sheepish smile on his face. "The best part of this one is," She told them, finishing her story, "even before I took the picture... I knew. Clark had finally found you."
"He found me when I wasn't looking..." Lois's voice was hushed and filled with barely restrained emotions. "I'll never make that mistake again," Lois vowed. She bent her head to touch her forehead to Clark's. "I am so glad you found me, Clark."
"So am I," he replied softly, sealing their avowals with a kiss.
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After saying goodnight to his parents, Clark led Lois outside. They stopped as they left the porch. Lois turned her gaze up into the sky. "It's a full moon," she noted quietly. Clark moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. She moaned her appreciation, arching her neck to one side to allow him greater access. She sighed as he showered her with kisses, turning around slowly as he kissed along her jaw to finally find her lips. She melted into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Take me home, Clark," she said into his mouth. "Let's go home and let's make love."
Clark deepened their kiss in answer, scooping her up and lifting straight up into the night sky.
Flying while kissing Lois was an incredible world of endless sensation. He finally had to pull away, gasping for air, so that he could concentrate on getting them home as quickly as it was safely possible with Lois nestled in his arms. He heard himself groan as she began trailing hot kisses down his throat, and he lost altitude for a moment before steadying their path.
Their journey back to Metropolis took considerably less time than the trip out to Smallville, and in a few minutes, they were floating through the window into Lois's apartment. Clark gently lowered her legs until she stood in front of him. That gentleness vanished an instant later as he pulled her into him, his mouth devouring hers.
They fumbled and stumbled their way through the living room, hastily shedding their clothes and leaving them to scatter in a trail to the bedroom. The last of their garments dropped to the floor as Clark pressed Lois backwards until she collided with the bed. She let herself fall back, Clark's arms wrapped around her as his lips and tongue continued to plunder her mouth.
He pulled her up into him and slid her back across her soft comforter before settling above her, letting just enough of his weight press into her to make every inch of her flesh begin to tingle with anticipation. Lois arched up, pressing her body more firmly against his. Her hands came up to trace the muscles of his chest as he held himself utterly still beneath her soft caress. She lifted one leg and wrapped it high around his hip, tilting back her pelvis until his heavy hardness slid between her legs.
Clark stared down at the beauty beneath him, feeling his heart swell with joyous love. He raised one hand to touch her face, gliding his fingertips across her cheek, then outlining the delicate skin of her lips. As he lowered his mouth to hers, he lowered his body into hers, their sighs mingling as they became one in body, mind, and soul.
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Later, as their bodies cooled and passion ebbed into deep contentment, Lois sighed, snuggling into Clark. His arms tightened around her as his lips pressed a soft kiss into her hair. "You know," she mused softly, "I could really get used to this." As his arms again contracted around her form, she tilted her head to place a lingering kiss along the side of his neck.
Clark's whole body suddenly stiffened beside her and he went stock still. "What's wrong?" she asked, fear coloring her words.
"I heard something... Someone's in trouble." He was already rising out of the bed before the meaning behind his words fully sank into her brain.
"Go," she told him as she sat up, keeping the sheet wrapped around her body as she watched him silently spin into the Suit. Before the blur of color had even fully resolved itself into his form, she felt his lips connect with hers.
"Hurry back," she told him as he pulled back. "I'll be here waiting." A small smile graced his lips as he floated off the ground. "Be safe," she whispered just before he disappeared in a gust of wind.
She sat there for a long moment, staring into the space he'd just occupied. She lay back down on the bed for all of two seconds before realizing that there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep until Clark came back to her safe and sound. She got out of bed, still wrapped in the sheet, and made her way into the living room. She tripped just before she reached the love seat; she pulled her foot up to find her bra dangling there. Removing the garment, she sat down, her fingers absently toying with the lace.
Lois had never before been so completely consumed with passion. She had certainly never felt such pure lust for a man until now. Desire had been an abstract concept from the fantasy worlds of the countless bodice-rippers she secretly devoured, desperate to at least imagine what such intimacy could feel like, even if she couldn't ever find someone who could arouse such feelings in her.
She hadn't expected to find someone like Clark, that was certain. This connection they shared was almost overwhelmingly intimate, breaking through all barriers to entwine their very souls into one inextricable entity. It really was mind-blowing.
The distant call of sirens interrupted her train of thoughts. Absently dropping her bra back onto the floor, she rose and moved to the window, her eyes and heart filling with concern for Clark. While she had no doubt that Clark would return to her, she found herself suddenly sympathizing with the wives of law enforcement officers. It would be a lot harder to let him go if he weren't invulnerable. He really was, in so many ways, a forever kind of guy.
Forever.
With Clark.
Falling asleep in his arms every night. Flying in his arms. Melting in his arms. Forever.
She never really believed she would find it. She had longed for it, yearned for it, ached deep inside for it.
For him.
For forever with him.
And now, it was right there at her fingertips. All she had to do was grab on tight and hold on for dear life. She knew was safe, because she'd already fallen, head over feet, and he had caught her in his strong, loving arms. She was going to love this man forever, just as he would love her.
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It had been a long time now, and she was starting to worry. She bit her bottom lip and told herself, over and over, that Clark would come home to her soon. She was stretched out across the small sofa when she heard Clark come in through the window. She stood up and ran into his open arms. For a long time, they simply clung to one another.
"That was the first time Superman has come between us," she said with an amused smile, her fingers tracing the "S" on his chest. "Well, the first time since we..." She trailed off as she looked up into his eyes. "Clark," she said softly, her voice filling with concern, "what happened?"
For a long, silent moment, he just stared at her. Then he pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. He pulled back as abruptly as he'd started, extracting himself from her embrace. He spun back out of the Suit, coming to a rest in front of the sofa clad in jeans and an unbuttoned shirt. He extended his hand out to her, waiting until she reached his side to pull her into his arms as they sat. He leaned back, her back against his chest and his arms wrapped around her.
Lois ran her hands along his arms until their fingers entwined. They sat that way for quite some time before she felt him release a shuddering sigh. "Do you want to tell me about it?" she asked quietly.
"Yeah," he answered, his voice so soft she had to strain to hear him. She felt him take a deep breath before he began speaking in a low voice. "The first call wasn't too bad, relatively speaking. Car crash, but no one was seriously injured. I was on my way back when I heard the second call."
When he again fell silent, Lois turned in his arms just enough to capture his lips in a kiss meant to comfort and reassure. She drew back after a while, turning and leaning back against him, one hand sliding free of his grasp to gently stroke his arm.
"A gas main ruptured, then ignited." Lois shivered at the cold, detached tone that suddenly filled Clark's voice. In contrast to the emotionless voice, though, his arms tightened around her, his head dropping to rest beside her ear. He continued his tale in a soft, low voice, still void of any feeling. "It was a residential area. Three houses were engulfed in flames by the time I got there... it was only seconds after the blast... but they never had a chance. Three families gone. Just. Like. That."
"Oh god, how horrible," she said quietly, a deep ache filling her heart. She leaned her head into Clark's, then shivered as sharp tendrils of electricity shot through her veins while his hot breath whispered across her ear.
"There was nothing I could do," he said, anguish finally bleeding through his soft voice. Lois felt her heart break a little for him. "I know I can't always save everyone... but it still hurts, Lois." He took in another shuddering breath. "God, it hurts."
Lois turned around in his arms, and he lifted her up as she settled herself across his lap. As his arms encircled her once again, she gently took his face in her hands. She held one hand pressed into his cheek and let her other hand to drift up into his hair. She urged him toward her until their mouths met. Since she couldn't find words to comfort him, she used her lips and hands to convey her feelings. Clark's arms quickly tightened around her, his mouth demanding more and more of her, and she was more than willing to give him everything he needed.
"I need you, Lois." He ground the words out into her mouth, his lips and tongue not relenting in their onslaught for a moment.
She broke away only far enough to drag in air before breathing her words out into his open mouth. "I'm here, Clark." He pulled her mouth back to his before she could utter another syllable. He stood with her cradled in his arms, mouths remaining fused together as he took her back to her bedroom.
He closed the door with a kick of his foot, and the room was bathed in moonlight. Never breaking from their passionate kisses, he laid her down on the bed, reaching between them to unwrap the sheet still twisted around her body. Suddenly cool air tickled her skin for the briefest moment, and then she felt the heated flesh of Clark's body pressing against her bare skin.
Lois pulled his shirt down his shoulders and arms, and Clark helped pull it off his hands to drop it, not caring where it landed. She reached between them and unfastened his jeans, pushing them down with her hands, then her legs, until he could finally kick those away, too. She gasped when he finally tore his mouth away from hers and began covering her throat with lingering kisses, caressing her with his lips.
When he reached her collarbone, she dug her hands into his hair and pulled his head up, sitting upright and pushing him back into the bed. She lowered herself onto him, stretching her body over him. She slid her legs down his, letting them come to rest along the outside of his legs. She began treating his neck to an equally fiery trail of kisses along his throat, working her way slowly down his neck, then across his collarbone.
She rocked her hips against him, feeling his hot, hard length sliding between her legs, the tip of him pressing into that single most sensitive place on her body with every slow thrust. She moaned with pleasure as she traced the curve of his pectoral muscles with her tongue before bathing his nipple with loving strokes. She kissed her way across to treat his other nipple to the same loving attention before sliding her body down his.
She dropped feathery kisses across every inch of his stomach as she worked her way down his body. She raised her head for a moment to savor the look on Clark's face as she closed her lips around the tip of his generous endowment. She was only allowed to treat him to a few moments of her oral pleasuring before she found herself being pulled back up into Clark's arms.
"I need you," he repeated as their mouths joined. "Now," he finished on a growl. Lois found herself straddling Clark, sinking down onto him with a sigh. She moaned into his mouth as he began to move inside her. She rocked her hips into him, the pressure and friction between their legs rubbing her just right, making her cry out his name, only to have the sound immediately swallowed in another soul-binding kiss.
Clark rose up onto his knees, holding them together with his arms curled beneath Lois. She wrapped her legs even tighter around him as he thrust deep inside her, faster and faster as she felt her whole body tighten around him. He growled out her name as he plunged deep inside her and held her fully impaled on him. The universe exploded, twice, and then they collapsed into oblivion.
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Dawn was just peaking through the window when Lois woke up to the persistent ringing of the telephone. She reached out for it blindly, pulling it to her ear to mumble a groggy greeting. "Hello?"
She sat bolt upright the moment she heard the caller's voice. Meeting Clark's wide-eyed stare, she finally spoke into the phone once more. "Good morning, Lex."
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