Part 8

Clark paced around in the living room. He'd been doing that since he'd heard the door to the bedroom slam shut, closely followed by two simultaneous thuds.

He knew it was probably nothing but it was the perfect excuse to...

'Just stay put.' He told himself.

He ran his hand through his hair before settling it on the back of his neck; his eyes drifting towards the top of the flight of steps for the fourth time in fifteen minutes.

This was ridiculous. They were in a very dangerous situation, he'd apparently lost all of his abilities and all he could think about was racing up the stairs, bursting into the room and...

'Damn it!' He swore, his fingers gripping the back of his neck tightly.

He exhaled sharply as he stared at the staircase. He shouldn't even be thinking about going up there. She would kill him.

It was obvious that whatever had been messing with their emotions had come back in full force.

He'd always prided himself on being able to control his less than wholesome... urges.

Not even months of self imposed celibacy while dating Lana had been this hard. Not even when she'd thrown herself at him. This was much worse.

He could feel his resolve breaking down.

His mind seemed to come up with numerous excuses why this wasn't wrong.

He didn't have his powers so he didn't have to worry about hurting her.

She clearly wanted it too. He'd felt it when she'd kissed him back.

Plus, it was the perfect way to kill time.

'God, stop thinking about it and just-' He let his body drop limply on the couch. 'Just get a grip on yourself.'

As she shifted under the covers, surrounded by the intoxicating scent and the familiar feel of flannel on her skin, her hand involuntarily slipped under the fabric, glided down her stomach, found its way across her hipbone before coming lower to nestle between her thighs.

'You shouldn't do this.' A part of her brain told her.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the part in control of her hand.

Her mouth opened partially to let out a mewled pant when her fingers moved up her inner thigh and found their goal.

Why was it that all the wrong things always felt so-

'Ah!' She gasped burying her face in his pillow when a familiar electric jolt spread through her body.

Her mind raced, flooded with forbidden images and sounds.

She felt her body urge her to move faster, harder and she pushed her hips against her hand. She bit into the pillow, a part of her mind still aware that he was downstairs and could come up at any second.

That little bit of information didn't help things at all and only seemed to intensify the sensations causing noisier whimpers to escape her parted lips.

Clark let out his one hundredth sigh of the afternoon. He had to do something about it.

He was off the couch and up the stairs in a flash but came to an abrupt stop just a few feet from her door.

He couldn't do this. He shouldn't. If he was being affected by this, then so was she.

It took all of his strength to turn around and begin walking back to his own private hell in the living room.

He'd taken two steps when he heard a strange sound coming from behind the door.

What was that?

He strained to hear once again. There was nothing.

Maybe it was just his imagination. Damn, he wished he had his abilities back.

He was about to resume his stride when he heard it again. There it was! It was muffled but he was sure it was a cry... a whimper.

Something was happening to Lois. She was in trouble!

'Lois!' He breathed, reaching for the door handle.

His heart jumped to his throat when he found it was locked.

She was lost in the intense feeling that course through her body; so lost, in fact, that the sound of a door handle being jiggled didn't even register in her hazed mind.

'Lois!'

His voice shouting her name filtered into the fantasy at just the right moment.

God, it had never felt this vivid!

She arched her back off the mattress as the orgasm took hold of her body, a strangle cry escaping her gaping mouth.

The fear strangled his chest tighter when he heard her cry.

He slammed his shoulder against the door in a faint attempt to knock it down.

Her eyes snapped open and darted towards the door at the loud thud. Next thing she knew the wooden frame was on the floor and a heaving Clark was standing over it.

Before she could react he was sitting at the side his hands gripping her arms.

'Lois, are you ok?'

She was flushed, her breathing was highly erratic and even though he didn't have this heightened sense of hearing he could feel her racing heart.

'What happened?'

She sat shell-shocked staring wide eyed at him.

The seconds ticked away and she still couldn't get her mouth to say anything. It was too soon after... The images still swam around in her brain her body still had that delicious tingly feeling all over and the fact that his face was an inch from hers and his hands were now pushing back an unruly string of hair from her face didn't help either.

'T-the door...' She finally managed to voice out.

'You were screaming I thought you were in trouble.' He quickly explained, completely oblivious to what he'd walked in on. 'Was someone in here? Did someone attack you?' His voice was filled with concern and his hands seemed to be obsessed with making sure every inch of her was unharmed.

Right now they were busy making their way down her arms, his eyes following suit.

'I-I'm...' She was actually stammering.

She hated that. She hated that he had that power over her. That he could unnerve her to the point that she couldn't talk. She hated that she'd been reduced to fantasize over him while he seemed to be perfectly immune to it.

The anger helped push back the embarrassment and she was able to swat his hands away from her while quickly scrambling off the bed and onto her feet.

'I'm fine and I thought we'd agreed on no grabbing.' She scolded angrily. 'And just what the hell do you think you're doing? You broke the door down!' She exclaimed coming to inspect his handy work.

He was confused. She wasn't in trouble? Then why had she been screaming? Why was she so out of breath? Why were her cheeks so red?-

Why was she wearing his shirt?!

His eyes drifted down her bare legs.

Correction - why was she wearing just his shirt?

'Lois, why are you wearing my shirt?' He breathed out, the fear in him being replaced by the feeling that had been tormenting him for the last hours.

She froze.

'Just keep your eyes on the door. Look at the door, don't look at him! You're angry about the door, remember?' Her brain supplied her with directions.

'The door, Smallville! It's completely destroyed.'

'I told you, I thought you were in trouble.' He said dismissively, the door wasn't what interested him right now. 'Why are you wearing my shirt?'

'Ruth is going to kill you.' She continued to ignore his question.

She watched from the corner of her eyes when he got up off the bed and closed the distance between them.

'You know this is coming out of your pocket, buddy.' She spoke as she began to move around the bed, away from him.

The room was too small, she realised. And it didn't help that he was huge. He occupied at least a third of it.

'Ok, maybe not a third, but definitely a-'

'Lois.'

His voice jolted her out of her mental ramblings.

'What?' She snapped back, stopping still and turning to face him.

'Bad idea.' Her brain muttered when the butterflies in her stomach resurfaced.

But she held her ground.

'Why are you-'

'I couldn't find my clothes! I don't know what you did with them.' She tried nonchalantly.

'Please let it stick.'

'Your clothes are in the closet, where my shirt was.'

'Oh! I must have missed that. I just grabbed the first thing I saw.' She shrugged.

'Why was the door locked?'

'What is this? 20 questions?!' She retorted crossly, feeling cornered as he towered over her.

'No, I just-' He mumbled nervously losing the upper hand in the argument.

Being this close to her wasn't helping, he couldn't think straight. God, she looked amazing wearing his shirt!

'What?' She asked after a few seconds of silent staring.

His Adam's apple caught her attention, bobbing up and down as he swallowed dryly.

It made her weak in the knees. She hated that.

'Stop it!' She commanded.

'What did I do?!' He asked confused.

'You're staring at me. Stop doing that!'

'I wasn't staring.' He denied.

'Yes, you were.' She insisted. 'You're still doing it!'

They stood there, in overwhelming stillness, while their harsh pants filled the room.

Keeping the small distance between them was becoming increasingly hard. He had to leave. He didn't think he could stand being this close to her and not touching for another second.

'I should go.' It was barely a whisper.

'Yes...' She breathed back, her gaze alternating between this eyes and his mouth. '...you should.'

'I can't stay here because...'

Forming a complete sentence was presenting itself as a great challenge.

'Just go, Clark.' She practically whimpered.

'I can't.' He finally admitted taking a step towards her an invading her personal space.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he shortened the distance between them.

'Clark...'

Her gaze dropped to his chest, unable to keep eye contact. She could feel his breath on her left ear as he loomed over her.

She closed her eyes and tried to summon all the determination she could muster.

'Clark, please... Just...' She trailed off unable to finish her sentence.

The pleading tone in her voice seemed to give him strength. He shook his head as if trying to clear his mind. He wasn't going to do this to her.

'I-I'll go...' He said reluctantly.

He began to turn around when something inside her snapped. Her hand was on his t-shirt, giving it a blunt tug before coming up to pull his face down for an urgent kiss.

He inhaled sharply just a second before her mouth claimed his with bruising force.

On the tip of her toes, she pushed her body up against his. His response was instant. His arms immediately wrapped themselves around her slender shape, drawing her in to deepen the kiss.

Their movements were erratic; the desperate need to be closer seemed to be the driving force of their actions.

She felt him moan against her when her tongue invaded his mouth and as a result she found herself being hauled up off the floor, her bare legs intuitively folding themselves around his waist.

He pushed his tongue against hers responding with the same passion, the same urgency.

'Ah!' She gasped for air when her back was slammed against the nearby wall; their kiss finally broken.

Panting frantically they stared at one another.

'We...' He swallowed, inhaling a couple of times, trying to catch his breath before he was able to continue: '...We can't do this. Something... is making us-' gasp '...feel this way.'

'I know.' She gulped, her attention centred on his mouth.

'We have to stop.' He continued equally mesmerized by her lips.

'I know.' She repeated hazily.

'I don't want to.'

'Neither do I.'

She was barely able to finish the sentence before his mouth was on her lips, his hips pressing against hers, effectively trapping her body between him and the wall behind her.

One hand roamed through his dishevelled hair while the other tried to tug his t-shirt over his shoulders.

His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, holding her up while he moved against her eliciting a small, muffled cry from her when he pressed into the perfect spot. She could feel just how much he wanted her too.

She tore her mouth from his when the lack of oxygen became an issue. Craning her neck back she struggle for breath while his mouth found its way to her throat.

'This isn't us...' She could hear him moan between hard open-mouth kisses to her neck.

'It's this place.' She managed to grunt out when he pushed against her one more time. 'God, I love it when you do that...'

He did it again and as a response she fisted her hand into his hair and yanked it forcing him to abandon her neck and look up at her.

With their gazed locked he pressed his hips leisurely and hard into her.

Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she mewled:

'We can't do this.'

Dejectedly dropping his head to rest on her heaving chest he moaned:

'I can't stop.'

'We have to.' She swallowed painfully.

He looked up at her. After a second she felt his grasp on her thighs loosen. Reactively her legs tightened their grip on him.

'You're not helping.' He said with a painful smirk.

She loved the way the half smile twisted his lips.

'Neither are you.'

'I'm doing my part.'

It was amazing, even in this ridiculous situation they managed to find a way to bicker.

She sighed letting her head fall so her forehead was resting against his.

'I want you so much...'

Her stomach flopped at his words.

'I've never wanted anything so much in my life.'

'Not helping, Smallville.' She mocked.

'I know...'

'We have to get out of here.'

'If I move, it won't be in the direction of the door.' He announced sincerely.

They remained that way for a couple of minutes, foreheads touching as they tried to control their desire for one another.

All she could think about was kissing him again.

She moved slowly, tilting her head and leaning in to brush her lips against his.

'Maybe if we...' She began while he pressed his mouth against hers.

'...if we just...'

His tongue swept across her lips, as if asking for permission.

'...just kiss...'

She opened her mouth and gave him access before pulling away for second.

'... for a while...'

Kiss.

'... maybe this...'

Another kiss.

'...feeling will go...'

His fingers clenched into her skin when she kissed him again.

'...will go away.' She managed to voice out her plan.

'Good idea.' He agreed before attacking her mouth in full force.

The sound of wet kisses echoed in the silent room mixed with an occasional moan as they battled with their tongues.

She was caught in the myriad of emotions and sensations running through her and was barely aware when her back abandoned the cold wall. It was quickly replaced by the soft and warm feel of the bed sheets. She opened her eyes to find the ceiling staring back at her while Clark's lips explored the column of her neck.

Lying on the bed, his hands were now free to roam and they did so.

Her eyelids slid closed when his right hand left her thigh and slipped under the small of her back, kneading her flesh.

She was partially shocked when his teeth grazed her collarbone. She never thought he had it in him to be so bold. But then again she never thought she would be in this particular position either.

Suddenly, he stopped, his face buried in the crook of her neck.

'Your plan isn't working.' He said.

Why did he stop moving? Oh right, because this was wrong! Right...

He propped himself on his left arm to look at her.

'If we give into this we might end up...'

'Human cucumbers, check!' She sighed frustrated.

'I was going to say hating each other.'

His gaze remained fixed on her lips.

'Then stop doing that!' She suddenly retorted pushing him off of her and getting up.

She stood there, at the foot of the bed, looking extremely pissed at him.

'If you don't want this to happen, stop doing all these things that drive me insane.'

'Wha-'

'Stop looking at me like that. I can't breathe when you do.'

'I didn't mean-'

'Just leave.' She pointed at the spot where the door was supposed to be.

'Lois!'

'And don't say my name like that!' She snapped.

'Like what?'

'Oh, God you're so infuriating!'

He was off the bed and towering over her.

'And you're not?! You're the most obnoxious-'

'Rude person you know. Yeah, we've had this conversation already and it didn't end well as I recall.' She said snidely.

He simply stared at her.

'You're not leaving.' She remarked.

Letting his head drop in defeat he turned around to leave.

'That's it?!' She asked in disbelief. 'It's that easy for you, huh?'

He turned to face her.

'Easy?!'

He seemed furious as he came at her.

'You think it's easy for me?'

When he crowded her space, she backed up.

'I went up that flight of stairs God knows how many times this afternoon, only to stop at this door and go back down.'

He invaded her space and she took a few steps until she felt her back up against the wall.

'And you just prance around into the living room with your wet hair, smelling like-' He inhaled sharply before continuing: 'I had to hold onto the counter until my knuckles turned white just so I wouldn't grab you. I'm exhausted! I didn't get any sleep last night, not for a second because I was too afraid of what I'd do if I did.'

He leaned in, his anger slowly morphing into desire at her nearness.

'You're the most annoying person I know. You make my life a miserable hell and all I can think about right now is how much I want to kiss you.' He confessed.

She was flushed, her breathing came in shallow, quick pants, and her lips were swollen.

'You have no idea how much I want you right-'

She cut him off, lunging at him and crashing her lips against his, causing him to stumble back until the back of his legs touched the bed.

She pressed against him until he toppled over and collapsed onto the mattress. She soon followed, covering his body with hers, her partially wet hair cascading around his face as she continued to kiss him frantically.

Her determined hands slipped under his t-shirt and played with the muscles of his stomach.

'Lois...' He tried.

Sitting up and bring him with her, she tore her mouth from his just long enough to gasp:

'Shut up, Smallville.'