Rules of the Game

Folc4everndaay | Rated: M | Chapter 8


Perry patted Clark on the shoulder, looking at the award Lois held in her hands. "I knew you two would bring this one home."

Clark scanned the suite that had been converted into a dining hall for the awards dinner. Most of the other networks' representatives were beginning to head toward the bar to lick their wounds. He still couldn't believe it. He stared at the gold pillar in Lois' arms with their names etched on the front. Their first dual award.

"Our first award as a team," Lois said, holding up the award as they walked through the exit and into the lobby.

"Well, you two have definitely earned it," Perry said, pointing to the signs leading to the bar where the rest of the nominees were gathering. "I think everyone's headed over to lick their wounds."

Clark let out a chuckle as Perry craned his neck, looking over to see who was where. There were four tables set up in the dining area where Mr. Stern and his wife were seated with Alice. He suppressed a groan, realizing Perry was looking to make a night of the win. He wanted to celebrate their big win-but with Lois. He glanced back at Lois who had the same distraught expression on her face. The look of yearning in her eyes was enough to break him into a cold sweat. All evening he'd felt every torturous caress and seen every heated glance his incredibly sexy fiancée had thrown at him. The keycard that sat in his pocket felt like an anvil weighing on him. Though he knew they should probably at least make an appearance at the bar with their owner and editor, the idea of spending another second on this floor that didn't get him any closer to the suite he knew was waiting for them upstairs seemed like torture.

"You two up for a nightcap before we head out?" Perry asked. "My treat."

"No!" Lois shouted a bit louder than necessary. Perry looked back at her in surprise and she blushed, "What I mean is we're going to head out. It's been a long day and an even longer week. We do have to find a home for this guy." She patted the award.

"Oh, right," Perry smiled, "I'll see you two later then?" They exchanged a look, unsure what he was referring to and Perry chuckled, "I'm losing track of my days I guess. I'll see you Monday then?"

"Night, Chief," Lois said. Perry moved toward the table to join Alice and Mr. Stern and his wife in the dining area.

"Oh, I thought he'd never leave," Lois mumbled, turning to face him.

"Let's get out of here before he notices we're still here." Clark reminded her, pointing to the elevator doors that were opening across the aisle from her.


Lois gasped, feeling a pleasurable jolt run down her spine as she felt her fiancé's solid frame press against her. The hum of the elevator moving up the floors above them echoed in her mind as his lips devoured hers. His hands cupped both sides of her face, moving down her shoulders and to her wrists intertwining his fingers with hers as he pinned them up above her head, against the elevator walls. "I thought ...they didn't have any...rooms?" She asked breathlessly between heated kisses.

"There was one room available." He whispered huskily. She bent her leg, leaning back against the elevator wall and enjoying the pleasurable jolt that was running down her spine from every caress. His hands released themselves from hers and moved down the length of her arms, brushing against her shoulders and running down her sides. She let out a low moan as she felt his palms run up and down the chiffon dress she wore, creating a heated trail in their wake.

"I love you," She murmured happily, running her hands through his hair. She let out a low moan against his lips as she felt his magical digits slip dangerously high up her thighs, scrunching the hem of her dress further and further up. She felt his breath against her, moving down the curve of her neck as she ran her hands through his dark silky hair. He pressed against her and she let out a low moan, feeling the very obvious affect their embrace was having on him. She felt her legs instinctively part and his rigid hardness could be felt through his trousers as he pressed himself against her, hoisting her in his arms and allowing her legs to lock across his backside."Oh, God...why didn't we think about this...two days ago?"

"I don't know." He moaned as his lips reached the edge of her princess cut neckline.

His hands moved to her back, suggestively moving the fabric in a circular motion as he pressed himself against her. "Oh, Clark,"

The elevator doors chimed behind them and without losing contact with her for a second he reached down on the floor where she'd dropped the golden pillar upon entering the elevator. He handed it back to her and walked them into the hallway, sharing short frantic kisses as he repositioned her in his arms. She let out a sultry moan as her back pressed against the door. He pulled back for a split second to pull out the key to unlock the door.

She glanced at the familiar door as he swiped the card, letting out a heavy sigh as she put two and two together. "The Honeymoon Suite?"

"I didn't think you'd mind." He whispered in her ear, carrying her through the now open door and kicking the door closed behind them.

"Hmm, oh, no, no, no, but this time I'm going to have to insist on closing the blinds." She helped tug his arms out of his jacket, allowing it to fall to the floor as they made their way through the living area, tossing clothing item after clothing item to the floor until they reached the bedroom door. Shoes, his dress shirt, belt and her shawl lay scattered around the hotel floor.

His nose nestled against her collarbone and he allowed her body to slide up and down, giving her the full picture of how badly he wanted her. She let out a soft moan, bucking her hips against him and feeling a pleasurable thrill go down her spine when she heard him grunt his approval. He set her down, allowing her feet to hit the floor as she stood in front of him. His hands moved up and down her back until he found what he was looking for...the metal zipper on the back of her dress. He looked to her for consent, giving her one last chance to pull away and change her mind.

"Yes," She let out a low hiss as the material pooled down on the floor by her ankles. She reached for the top button of his trousers, and he recaptured her lips.

This time there was no pulling away, no holding back. His eyes were dark with a fiery desire as his gaze bore into her, reaching the parts of her heart only he'd been given access to. This was different. Every kiss and caress felt like he was pouring his soul into her. The nervousness that came with her previous experiences wasn't there. There were no doubts. No insecurities. This was it.

He leaned against her, running his hands up and down her sides as she watched him kick the remainder of his trousers off his left ankle."This time I'm insisting on sharing the bed." He whispered, twisting the knob to the door behind her. He scooped her up in his arms and she wrapped her limbs around him, reveling in the feeling of being in his arms once more as he laid her back on the spacious king-sized bed.

She grinned back at him as he hovered over her, running his palms up and down her lengthy legs, "It is a big bed and...Oh!" She gasped in surprise when she felt the clasp to her bra come undone and his mouth seal over her right breast, teasing the hardened bud with his tongue at an impossible speed. She reached between their bodies, running her own palm against the hardened muscle hidden beneath the fabric of his cotton boxers. "Oh, God, yes!"

She raked her fingers up and down his chest seductively. She grinned up at him, slipping her hand inside his boxers and curling her hand around his hardened flesh. "Oh, God," Her hand glided up and down his shaft and the tantalizing movements created a firestorm of desire from him as he let out a possessive growl. "Oh, baby," She felt him slide his hands up her back as he moaned against her breastbone, grazing his tongue against her as he moved his attention upward. She let out a shuddered gasp, feeling his hand run against the front of her panties. "God, you're sexy,"

She released her grasp on him and reached up, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling him to her to recapture his lips once more. "Please," She pleaded, bucking her hips against him. "Make love to me,"

His palms ran up the length of her arms until they found her hands in his. He intertwined his fingers with hers, tightening his grasp on her as she felt a hard twitch against her nether regions through the material of his boxers. Her hips bucked involuntarily against him, instinctively crying out for release from the pleasurable assault that had been laid on her body.

He looked back at her hungrily, "You're gorgeous," He whispered as she tightened her thighs around him, feeling a numbing sensation run down to her toes as he continued to stroke her.

"You're so ...Oh, Clark," She cried out as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her legs. "Oh, yes, yes, yes," She chanted as she felt the lace move down her thighs and over her knees. She felt a cool breeze against her as he helped her kick the undergarment to the floor. She heard the rustling of fabric and a second later he was in her arms once more, pressing his engorged member against her as he reached over to cup her cheek.

"I love you, Lois Lane," He murmured softly.

She could feel tears forming in her eyes as the emotion behind those five simple words hit her like a wave. She felt her heart melt, smiling against him as she stared back at him, reaching up to stroke his cheek, "I love you, Clark Kent." She wrapped her arms around him, marveling at the powerful muscles she felt beneath her fingertips. He stilled his movements for a moment resting his head against hers as he wrapped his arms around her. His arms tightened around her as she felt the tip of his member press against her. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs in anticipation as the tip of his erection brushed against her swollen feminine folds.

This is it.

She felt a hard thrust as the familiar stretching sensation washed over her. "Oh, God yesss!" She growled, digging her fingernails into his back as he pressed her firmly against the mattress filling her so completely.

She felt her inner muscles respond with a hard clench around him, embracing the hardened flesh with enthusiasm. His eyes stayed on her as he stared back at her with a questioning gaze, "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, no, no," She whimpered against him, reaching over to stroke his cheek. She felt his hips rock against hers in slow pleasurable strokes as she sighed against him.

"Oh, Lois.." He murmured as he gathered her in his arms. She could feel the numbing sensation pulsing through her legs as he pushed against her more deeply.

"Cla…" She cried out when his pulsing arousal came into contact with where she needed him most. She felt like her entire body was one thrust away from climax…mind-numbing, pleasurable climax. Her hips bucked against his and he let out a low growl. She could feel a numbing sensation pulse through her toes as they began to curl."Oh, God…. Oh, God, yesss…" She cried out as she linked her legs tightly around his waist and he continued to move against her, resting his hands on her hips. "Clark, that is so…." Before she could finish her sentence, he flipped them over, so she was on top of him straddling him.

"You do like to be on top," He grinned up at her with a mischievous look.

She giggled, recalling the memory of their first assignment together when she decided to lay down the law with him. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that naive Farmboy from Kansas would turn into her best friend, lover, and partner...and soon to be husband.

She ran her hands up and down his chest, running her palms over his powerful muscles, feeling them ripple with each movement as she moved against him. He slipped his hand between their bodies, teasing her swollen nub and sending a pleasurable thrill down her spine in the process. His hips lifted off the mattress, meeting each thrust at a rapid pace until she was chanting his name in a frenzy. She was so close. Just one more stroke and…

His mouth sealed over hers as he helped guide her movements. She let out a sultry moan as her inner muscles spasmed and clenched around him. She let out a muffled cry against his mouth and he rolled them over, helping her ride out the rest of her orgasm before he tensed against her touch and moaned her name against her lips. He ran his hand against hers, joining his fingers with hers to form a tight fist and lifting it above her head as he hovered over her, devouring her lips with his.


Jimmy looked over at the food and liquor that had been set up on a table in the corner. The sign that had been printed hung over the back of the newsroom reading, 'Congratulations Lois and Clark!' Perry stood by the stairwell looking at his phone.

The elevator doors chimed and everyone stilled, preparing for the guests of honor to finally arrive. "Surprise!" They all shouted but as the doors finished opening they came face to face with a very annoyed Ellen Lane.

"It's just me...again!" Ellen snapped irritably, looking at her watch as she made her way down the stairs.

"This is the third time," Perry grunted.

"I know," Ellen said irritably.

"I thought you said you knew where they were?" Lucy said with an annoyed expression.

"I thought I did!" Ellen chimed in. "I don't know. They're not at Lois'. They're not at Clark's. I don't know where those two disappeared to."

"Well, look at the bright side," Jimmy said, holding up his plate of appetizers that had been served already.

"What's that?" Ellen asked irritably.

"More food for us." Jimmy grinned.

"All this trouble to plan an engagement party and those two don't even bother to show up…" Ellen grumbled under her breath.

Jimmy chuckled, offering a chocolate icing covered treat to Lucy, "Cupcake?"


Clark ran his hands up and down his fiancée's bare back, reveling in the feeling of having her in his arms. The pleasurable cries from their most recent lovemaking ran through his mind as he held her. The soap dish in the shower had come loose earlier. He'd have to remember to fix that. After the most recent encounter, the sheets and bedding had ended up on the floor, crumpled in the corner from frantic limbs seeking something to hold onto or kick during that moment of pure ecstasy in one another's arms.

He stared toward the bed from his vantage point on the ceiling and grinned. She let out a satisfied sigh, running her palm against his chest, "Wow…"

"You can say that again." He murmured in her ear. His hands moved up and down her bare shoulders as he held her close.

"That's what that's supposed to feel like." She whispered through her euphoric haze.

"What what's supposed to feel like?" He asked, looking at her curiously, running a hand across her cheek.

"This." She placed a hand on his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder. "Blissful, uninhibited, mind-blowing..." She let out a heavy sigh, turning to face him. "I've never had that before."

He smiled, stroking her cheek with the back of his palm. "Had what?"

"No regrets. No...fears. Just this." She smiled, leaning up to kiss him. He smiled against her lips, moving his hands up her back to cup the sides of her face. She broke off the kiss and smiled back at him, love reflecting in her eyes, "I love you, Clark,"

It pained him that she had been hurt like that. His vibrant and tenacious whirlwind of a fiancée had had so many barriers put up to protect herself from reliving that pain again. He made a silent vow to himself never to be the cause of pain for her. "I love you, Lois," He whispered, leaning in to kiss her. He slowly floated them back down to the floor where the comforter and pillows had been tossed earlier. She sighed happily against him. "Better?"

"Much," She grinned happily at him. "Perfect." Her gaze wandered around the room that was scattered with clothing, bedding and everything they'd been so eager to remove hours ago. "God, we made a mess." She giggled, looking back at him with a blush.

"Yeah, I'm gonna have to fix that soap dish before we check out." He murmured in her ear. He chuckled when he saw the pink flush across her cheeks.

"Oh, yeah," Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I guess we got a little carried away." She let out a long sigh, "God, why did we wait so long? That first visit here would have been so much less stressful..." She giggled and he tightened his arms around her.

"I did offer to share the bed." He teased, letting out a mock sigh, "You just weren't open to that idea."

"I think we more than made up for that tonight," She grinned up at him, raising her eyebrow as she looked at him. "Though I don't think the bed got as much of a workout as the rest of the room."

He smirked at her, letting out a light chuckle as she reached over to brush a stray curl that had fallen across his forehead out of the way. "I think our patience reached its breaking point. Too many interruptions."

"And close calls." She agreed, sighing as he nuzzled her ear.

"And close calls." He agreed, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth. "And someone being way too handsy under the table this evening."

"I didn't hear you complaining." She whispered, leaning back to allow him better access to her neck as he grazed his teeth against her throat. His hands moved to her sides, and her breathing hiked as she let out a throaty whisper, "God, how do you do that?"

"Do what?" He murmured against her, running his palms expertly over the sensitive flesh of her bottom as he allowed his now hardening member to press against her groin.

"That." She breathed heavily, "Know exactly where to...Oh!" She gasped as the tip of his arousal teased her entrance.

"Intuition, books, and a healthy use of super-hearing," He whispered, accentuating each point with a kiss.

"Super-hearing?" She asked.

"When you're really enjoying yourself your heart rate picks up," He murmured, running his hands up and down her back as he brushed his arousal against her moistened curls. "Like this."

She opened her mouth to respond and let out a muffled cry, bucking her hips against him, "Please."

"And this." He murmured, massaging his hands over her lower back as he guided her on top of him.

"This." She gasped as he bucked his hips against hers, moving his hands to her hip as he met her heated gaze.

"I love you," He murmured breathlessly as she leaned forward to capture his mouth with hers.


Three Weeks Later…

Dan Scardino rolled himself across the office floor, keeping his cast in the rolling chair in front of him. Three weeks of nothing but paperwork and typing reports for other assignments the agents in the bureau had been assigned. He was itching to get back out there but after his last case and defiance of a direct order from his supervisor, he'd been put on restrictive duty until his leg healed. "Three more weeks…" He muttered to himself, recalling the six-week window he'd been given by the doctor. Hopefully, everything would have healed correctly so he could get back to doing what he loved. There was nothing like rolling his sleeves up and digging into a complicated case. It was what drove him to do what he did.

"Here." A folder crossed his desk and he looked up in surprise. "What's this?"

"Suspicious activity from Fort Truman." Agent Rogers said with a shrug. "I figured even you could take notes from a Humvee, right?"

"Right," Dan beamed, feeling the adrenaline pumping through his veins at the new assignment.

"No stunts. You mess that leg up again and you won't leave that desk till the next budget review." Rogers warned, sauntering off.

Dan chuckled to himself, looking at the photo in front of him. A middle eastern man with a beard and a profile that was enough to give anyone nightmares stared back at him from the 8x10 glossy photo. Amir Mussano. Suspected leader of terrorist group in Lebanon. Communications regarding a missing shipment of Ticeon.

"Time to get back to it I suppose." He mumbled to himself, reaching for his crutches.


~The End

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