There you go! Chapter 9!
I said inner desires and this is what this chapter is about.
I'm dedicating this chapter to everyone who reviewed:
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You guys are the best!
Oh and Aznballla21, yes we will see more characters, like Chloe and Martha, and Ollie is going to come back too. We'll have to wait for Lana though, I still don't know what to do with her. And for their reactions... You'll have to wait and see!
Someone also pointed out that there was no progression in this fic... There is progression, but it is very, very, slow, and I do realize that maybe I'm not focusing on it a lot, but I'll definitely be more careful from now on, but there's also the fact that, in this fic, it's been only three days, hence the less visible progression. And I also want to be careful, if they fall in love with each other too soon, it's going to be a total disaster and like it or not, my fic will end. I will admit that Lois and Clark care a lot for each other, but they've both been hurt pretty badly, and them falling in love just like that makes me cringe. I think they need to appreciate each other's company, how well they fit together and how much they actually need each other (with a few obstacles and doubts along the way). Also, for the climax (the something strong that makes them express their love for each other)… The sooner I bring it in, the sooner this fic will end. If that's what you guys want, I can make it happen, but it will be totally unrealistic at this point, they've just realize that they want to explore each other, bringing in a climax is going to make me feel like I cheated or something. I hope it clears a few things up, if not, please feel free to correct me or ask me a question, I'll be happy to answer or correct anything that you guys don't like.
Okay I'm done! Sorry... On with the fic... enjoy!
Part IX – The Trance
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1. a half-conscious state, seemingly between sleeping and waking, in which ability to function voluntarily may be suspended.
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She didn't even bother closing her eyes anymore.
The seconds ticked by, but Lois remained oblivious to it. It was late, too late, but it didn't matter to her mind. It was as if it wanted to stay awake, it wanted to imagine, to fantasize… And god helped her, she wanted it too.
She was still drowning in him, as if he was gently wrapping his fingers around her ankle, pulling her down into him and they were wrapped in a soft water, transparent and breathable, shielding them from everything and keeping them together. With each kiss and with each caress they gave to each other, the water became heated, and it was consuming them; they were surrounded in a suggestive haze, enticing them into each other and impassioning them.
She could almost feel her own fingers lingering over Clark's abdominal muscles and she felt his hands grazing up against the sensitive skin of her thighs, and in a swift movement, he was suddenly towering over her. She could feel his fingers linking through hers as he raised them above her, cushioning her wrist between the pillows and letting his elbows rest beside her face. Somehow, she could imagine a smile on his face, playful, daring and mesmerizing as his eyes darkened under the aching desire. Lois felt his weight pressing down on her, warming her body into accepting him and forcing the burning in her stomach to reawaken into a searing longing. Clark's lips traced down the side of her face, the fineness of his lips left a few warm kisses behind as he relaxed his body into hers, parting her thighs so he could nestle between them. Clark was making her melt under the smoldering anticipation that he was carefully manipulating inside her. His lips nuzzled her jaw softly, and he kissed her, parting his mouth to taste her and letting his tongue brush down against the curve of her throat. He was already leaving her breathless.
His mouth trailed over her throat, his lips parting to nip at her skin and his tongue darted out to add to her pleasure, thrilling her body into wanting him and making her flush sensuously. His lips, moist and warm, kissed into the cusp between her shoulder and neck, lapping at the skin with his tongue before biting her gently. Lois felt his lips curve over her skin as he sucked it harder into his mouth, making her fingers grip his palms forcefully as she arched into him. One of his hands left hers, with the freedom, her fingers instantly buried themselves in Clark's thick dark locks, keeping him close to her.
She moaned as his lips sweep across her pulse, making it flutter in impatience, and she felt his breath lingering over it teasingly. Clark's tongue soothed her skin and his mouth grasped the tender flesh, sucking it between his lips, almost commanding it to beat faster for him. Lois let out a panting breath, her fingers twisting between the curling strands and her leg grazing up against his in gratitude for the flaming sensation that made her tremble underneath him. The muscles of her abdomen tighten as she felt his palm curve over her hips and his fingers kneading the heated skin he was able to reach. Her breathing could only get heavier, when she felt them graze up against her waist, exciting the burning inside her stomach. Her breath caught itself in her throat, when Clark palmed the side of her torso and his thumb brushed against the sensitive skin underneath her breast. She felt her pulse skip a few too many beats as he kept the force of his lips stroking her heartbeat into rising to new heights.
Please…
A loud moaned forced its away past her lips as his teeth bit down on her throat and his hand finally cupped her breast, grasping it smoothly in his palm. The pressure of his touch sent a vivifying jolt straight to her core, breaking the burning inside her stomach into thousands of blazing embers.
Reflexively, Lois's leg wrapped itself around his thigh, pulling him further into her and her fingers intertwined themselves further into his thick locks.
His mouth parted from her neck with low groan, and she felt his lips caressing her jaw, letting them graze her skin teasingly. He rose against her softly, his stomach pressing down into hers, making the blaze soar towards her pelvis and transforming it into a desperate yearning. Clark's grasp tightened over her breast and he let the tip of his fingers fondle the sensitive skin, provoking her lips to part in a loud moan.
He kissed the corner of her mouth, and her fingers griped his forcefully, her nails grazing his knuckles. And finally, he kissed her. His lips merged between hers in a heated breath and she felt his tongue grazing her lower lip. Her chest rose against him sharply as she felt his thumbs circling the rosy nipple and, yet again, he forced her lips to part under his demanding mouth, giving him an intimate access as she relinquished into the turmoil of sensation that he awoke in her. His tongue brushed past her lips, seeking hers in abandonment and her grip tightened over his hand, willingly giving him everything he was seeking for.
Lois's lips were left reddened and aching in pure fulfillment as his mouth trailed down her neck once more, leaving hasty and teasing kisses down its path. She clenched her stomach when he moved past her collarbones and his lips reached down to go lower. Her fingers twisted between his strands and she felt his hold hardening over her palm as she felt his warm breath over her breast. She swallowed unevenly under the burning awaiting he was rousing inside her.
Dear god…
Dear god!
Lois's spine straightened under the audacious images her imagination had created for her. Her eyes snapped fully opened and she found her fingers becoming numb under the grip she held over her covers. With a quick breath, she uncurled them from the sheets, flexing them a few time to regain more sensations and she let her eyes drift closed.
This was getting ridiculous.
She was winded, gasping the air around her that was too warm, and it was only adding to the dominating ache she felt in her lower stomach.
God, how she wanted him. The craving she had for him, it was becoming so unrestrained and so lucid.
It was hard to ignore it, hard to tame it. She wanted it, he wanted it… If they controlled it together, would it be safer for them to explore it?
She gave a soft groaned, she felt so tired of thinking.
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His heart was beating too loudly inside his chest, pounding with each second that ticked away.
She had the power to take it all back if she wanted too… And that was making his heart pound, each beat forcing a feeling of solicitude to throb inside his chest.
His eyelids dropped lazily, his mind weakened by the endless worrying he had been contemplating for hours. His thoughts always came back to one point; he never should have left her.
He couldn't even understand what he was thinking at the time. He had left Lois alone with her own devices. He had left her alone to dwell over their situation with feelings of panic and confusion controlling her thoughts.
Worst. Strategy. Ever.
Definitely, he never should have left…
Or maybe Lois was going to come back…
Maybe she was going to enter his rooms with soft steps. Maybe she was going to pull back the covers, easing her body closer to his. Clark could almost feel her hands gliding up against the tensing muscles of his abdomen, inspiring the flame into growing expendably with fervor. He could feel her thighs parting over him as she straddled his waist, letting her lower cheeks nestling over his pelvis, the burning rising up to meet hers. He could feel her hands grazing up against his torso, her palms kneading into his skin, encouraging him to react to her as her face leaned into his. His gaze moved over her beautiful face, mesmerizing everything he could absorb and he watched, enrapt, as her hair fell from her shoulders in soft waves, brushing teasingly against the side of his face and down over his chest. Lois's lips brushed against his and he caught a glimpse of the playful smile spreading across the delicacy of her features. His head rose from his pillow to kiss her, but her hands made their way to his chest, pushing against him softly. He felt her lips trail over his chin, and she let a few kisses across his jaw. Clark exhaled softly when he felt her lips nuzzle against the angle between the ending of his jaw and the beginning of his neck. She let her tongue brush down against the soft spot and he felt his muscles jolt at the spark that reflected straight down his stomach.
The softness of her lips traced out the sensitive skin of his throat, nipping the flesh into her mouth in smooth and hard open-mouth kisses until his neck arched under the pleasure that she was sending along his body. Lois grazed the tip of her tongue across his Adam's apple, making him swallow under the small pressure, and her mouth parted over the skin underneath it, sucking it between the fullness of her lips.
His breathing felt heavier in his chest as he felt her hair sweeping across his skin when Lois angled her face into the other side of his neck. Her breath lingered over the unexplored flesh, and finally, her lips grazed his pulse, thrilling it into beating only for her. Clark felt her lips part in a warm breath and her tongue stoked his skin, forcing too many flames to erupt in his lower stomach. He moaned as she added the pressure of her sucking mouth against his throat, she was making him flushed under all the sensations she was breaking inside him and it caused his hands to grasp Lois's hips in an attempt to bring her more closely against him.
He felt her hands rise against his neck as her mouth left his skin and she cupped the back of his head, her fingers digging into his hair as she brought his face closer to hers, pressing their lips together as if they were always meant to be interlocked with each other. Languorously, she parted her mouth over his lower lip and she let her tongue trace out its fullness, tantalizing the skin and making him breathe heavily under her. She drew his lips inside her mouth, sucking it gently between hers before biting into it. Too much…
Clark groaned as he felt her tongue brush pass his lips and stoking it smoothly against his own, his hands raised to tighten over her waist as Lois continued to thrill that burning residing in his lower stomach. He felt her hands drop back against his chest; she was warming the skin beneath her fingers, searing the flames in yearning and she added the pressure of her nails over his torso, forcing a hectic sensation to break out inside him. Clark's palms grazed up against the soft skin of her back and he reached higher to grasp the back of her head, his fingers tangling in the silky curls.
His breath had become highly uneven, almost frantic, as he felt Lois's fingers crossing over his abdomen and reaching down to go even lower…
And his mind crashed as he felt the burning taking over a certain part of him, living only because of her. His hands flew towards the legs straddling him and he grazed his palms over the smooth skin of her thighs. It barely took him a second and in one swift movement, he had reversed their roles. He forced her body underneath his until he could tower over her, his urges sending only one signal to his mind.
He wanted to make her burn, to make her feel him. He had to be to one control, he had to make her see…
Clark linked his fingers through hers and he raised them above her head, cushioning her wrist between the pillows and letting his elbows rest beside her face. He gazed down at her, satisfied as her eyes smoldered under the aching desire and he couldn't help but let a playful smile grace his features, hinting at the daring side of him that she had provoked. And he pressed down into her, sharing the burning she had created in him as his lips traced down the side of Lois's face…
Clark's eyes snapped opened under the shameless visions that crossed his mind. He inhaled the night air sharply, trying to fill his chest with a certain calmness… He was nearly breathless… It was too vivid, too good.
He let out another panting breath, and he unlocked his fingers from the forceful grip he had over his pillow. It was too much. He exhaled softly, hoping it could sooth out the dramatic pulse that seemed to be beating inside every single nerve in his body. He turned on his stomach, trying to readjust himself around the covers and the pillows to ease back into, hopefully, a passive slumber. But the images just kept assaulting his mind, trying to pull it back into her.
It was too much, and it was so vivid…
He needed to clear his head, and that notion automatically sent his body into overdrive; he flung to covers off his heated body and clothes flew around him as he dressed himself before rapidly running out of his house. Clark ran across the dark streets of Smallville, his speed always hiking higher which each corner his feet grazed until a distinctive pressure was felt inside his chest and he had to slow down, bringing him to an abrupt halt. He still felt breathless and he knew it wasn't from any physical exhaustion… The things she managed to do to him… He was hopeless.
His head wiped around him, his eyes trailing over his surroundings as he mindlessly wondered how far he had gotten himself. A wounded look nearly crossed his features as his gaze caught sight of the building behind him.
The Talon.
His arms lifted from his side in amazement, of course.
Clark looked up at the coffeehouse, his eyes settling over the upper bridge in hesitation. Maybe if he could just heard her, just to ease his mind into a state of calmness, maybe, just maybe, he would be able to let a part of his wandering mind go. Even if it was just for a little while. He swallowed hard and his head dropped towards his chest as he expanded his hearing, focusing on finding a specific heartbeat.
Clark frowned when he caught one, it wasn't hers, that beat could only belong to Chloe and he kept searching for Lois… But it never came. He felt his chest tightening under the sense of puzzlement that invaded his mind and he snapped his gaze back towards the apartment, altering his vision so he could catch a glimpse behind the walls.
He took a few steps backwards. She wasn't there. Where was she? His eyes swept across the entire building, but she was nowhere in sight. He felt his pulse quickening under the pressure of an alarming fear that was pumping inside his chest. Where was she?
Clark's throat closed up as he swallowed… Oliver? Could she have…
He felt his shoulders weakening under his thoughts, and a sense of vertigo caught up with his mind, jolting the feeling across his stomach. He never should have left her.
Clark backed away from the coffeehouse and turned his back to it, suddenly unable to appreciate the sight of it anymore.
Chapter ten?
Hmm... I have two option in my head. Both of them are going to make Lois feel good, but only one of them is going to make Clark happy.
Review and we'll see!
