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Fifteen minutes after Lois made her far-from-innocent invitation, the truck parked in the alley near her place's door. The ride had felt very strange to Clark. There was something different in Lois's eyes, a glint of lust that wasn't there before. Of course he knew what her intentions were, specially because he shared them – 'be fearless' was what the old lady said and he was really determined to follow her advice – but something about the way she kept her hunting eyes on his body and her hands always found a way to rest on his crotch told that she was a little bit over herself.

This time Lois didn't wait for Clark to open the truck door for her. She immediately walked to her place, dragging him with her. Still on the stairs, she pulled him in for an engulfing kiss that caused their bodies to collide against the handrail. As their tongues and lips entangled, Clark pushed his groin roughly against hers. Lois wrapped one leg in Clark's thigh and the friction it caused made Clark start to think they wouldn't make it to her bedroom.

Lois achieved the impossible by thrusting her hips even closer to him, foreshadowing the movement they were about to repeat over and over again. She pulled away from his lips and looked deep into his eyes, while still rubbing her lower parts against his and causing the handrail to creak. It pleased her more than anything to see him groan with a feeling that neared desperation every time she moved forward.

"You like it, don't you?" She asked in a whisper, while slightly moving her hips up and down against his groin, though the bulging erection underneath his pants were already enough answer.

Clark nodded without looking in her eyes, for his whole attention was on the protruding breasts that almost escaped the protection of her bra. He placed wet, devouring kisses on them until his hand managed to bring one out and he was able to suck her nipple and let his tongue play with it. It was Lois's time to cry out loud as she melted in his arms.

"Wow, that lady's really worked some magic. I never thought that crazy drink would make you so straightforward." Lois said hoarsely, while her fingers weaved to his hair, eager for him to continue. But she sighed in disappointment when he raised his head and glowered at her.

"What drink? What you're talking about? Are you drunk?"

"No. It had a weird taste but it wasn't alcoholic, that's for sure. What? Didn't she give that red stuff to you too?" Her eyes went wide at the realization. "Oh boy! If that's the 'non turbo' version of you, I don't think I'm ready for the boosted one!" Lois tried to pull his head back to her chest, but his face became concerned and he pulled away completely. 'Oh crap. Me and my big mouth!'

"So she gave you this red drink right before you jumped me in the festival?" Clark turned aside and ran his fingers through his hair. "Oh damn it! I knew this was too good to be true!"

"Hey! I didn't jump you!" Lois tried to protest, but faltered when he shot her an annoyed look. "I would call it a hop at most."

Clark looked at her with the corner of his eyes and smiled with tenderness. He cupped her face and produced a weeping sound as he pressed his lips against hers. Lois believed for a second that they'd be back on the game when he touched her bare breast again, but it was only to place it back inside her bra.

Clark pulled away and wrinkled his brow with sadness and frustration. "Lois, we need to talk."

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"Ok. So, that means now I'm a meteor freak?" Lois shot frankly, after Clark told her about the red meteor rock and the effects it caused on people, while they had some coffee. Both got to the conclusion that the viscous red liquid Lois drank should be some kind of refined extract of it, but they still didn't know what to do with such information.

"Of course not Lois. The red rock's effect is usually temporary. We just need to figure out a way to take it out of your blood stream. Man, it's hot in here!" Inattentive to the fact that coffee doesn't break the effects of Red-K on people, Clark unbuttoned his plaid shirt and took it off, leaving to the small and tight undershirt the impossible job to cover his monumental torso.

Lois looked at his chest and licked her lips. All that conversation felt very good, but the unfinished business she had with him seemed a lot more urgent than any typical Freaksville spell. She rose from the stool and circled the counter to reach him, carrying a pensive expression on her face.

"You know, Smallville, that lady said this thing would work on me until it was necessary. So I think we should just act naturally and it will find its way out. And since you're a man and I'm a woman, there's nothing more natural to do than…" Her nails grazed his now bare arms and shivers ran up his spine. He stood up and tried to walk away from her, but his back crashed on the kitchen pillar. She walked towards him with slow, sensual steps, until her nose brushed his chest.

"Lois, wait." Clark forcefully pulled her away and kept holding her at an arm's distance, while she tried to slink inside his pants. "I can't do it to you like that. You're not yourself right now."

She stopped and looked at him with uncertainty. "What do you mean? Of course I am myself!" she remembered the talk about the red meteor rock and chose to use it on her favor. "Ok, look. You told me yourself that this red meteor rock makes you lose your inhibitions, but it doesn't make you do things you don't want to, right?" She clutched his tank top by the sides and pulled him closer, containing herself from the urge to simply rip the damn thing off. "I want you Clark, I always did."

Her hands, now sliding under his shirt up his belly were a real distraction when he was already working too hard to do the right thing, but he had to be strong. Clark took a deep breath and grabbed her both hands. "I believe you Lois, but what if you wake up tomorrow and regret things have gone so far? What if you think I took advantage of you?" He realized too late that catching her hands allowed the whole rest of her body to reach him and a loud moan was heard when Lois's lips found their way to his collarbone. A slight smirk came across her face as she felt his defenses crumbling. But her happiness lasted only for a minute, before Clark would gather all the strength he had left and pull away again. He looked deep in her eyes with a mixture of passion and sadness. "I want you more than anything Lois, but I can't do this. Not like that."

Lois stared at him with frustration written all over her face. Why did he have to be such a boy scout? She was determined not to sleep without him that night, no way. Her plan was actually to not sleep with him all night. But even though he wasn't exactly afraid of her, he still had that stupid 'I want you to be conscious' thing in his mind. And even though his fears seemed to have been beaten, bypassing Clark Kent's principles were a whole other matter. She had to think of something… 'Of course!'

"Smallville, does your cell phone have a voice recorder?" Lois gave Clark a weird 'Eureka' look and he frowned with bewilderment.

"Well, yes, it does." He answered with uncertainty. "Why?"

"You'll see it. Now just give me that." As Clark handed it to her, she quickly grabbed the phone, configured it to recording and put it close to her lips. "I, Lois Lane, in absolute control of my senses and perfectly sane, attest that I want to fck Clark Kent reeeal bad, and nor him, nor any kind of red concoction is pushing me towards anything I don't want to do."

She shut the phone and threw it on the couch before looking up to find an astounded, yet turned on Clark Kent staring at her. "Problem solved. Now let's get this show on the road!" Her fingers found his belt immediately, but he took her hands away from him one more time. If she wasn't so horny, she'd have definitely threw him out of her place already. "Now what?"

He gave her a naughty smile of his own. "Do you have protection?"

Lois smiled with relief and nodded. "I'm on the pills. Don't worry."