Chapter 28
Her head throbbed agonizingly, the hammering pulsation in her temples made her scrunch up her facial muscles as awareness seeped in and she began to move.
The faint light coming from the lamp next to the couch seemed blinding when her heavy lids began to open. She blinked a couple of times, trying to focus her blurry vision at the same time as she adjusted to the brightness.
Slowly, the memories filtered into her muddled mind.
Clark!
Opening her eyes fully she found that she was lying on the floor, behind the couch, surrounded by clothes. Her gaze wandered over the two pairs of jeans, one blue, one black, two sets of shoes, socks, a t-shirt and one single pair of underwear. Her eyes widened when she saw the blood soaked bandage discarded in the middle of the mess.
There was no sign of Clark or Kal.
Panic gripped her.
'Cla-' She choked, her voice was groggy.
Swallowing dryly, she rose on her knees and called out again:
'Clark!'
There was no reply.
'Oh god, oh god, oh god! Clark!' She was yelling now, tone strained and worried.
Crawling and stumbling onto her feet she paused for a second when the blood drained from her head, her sight becoming foggy once more.
After a moment of pause, she began frantically scanning the room.
Her heart stopped when she saw him laying face down on the floor, in front of the couch.
She was kneeling beside him in under a second.
'Oh, god! Clark! Clark, wake up!'
Her hand moved frenziedly over his dishevelled hair, pushing it away from his face, willing him to move.
She exhaled the breath she didn't know she was holding when he finally began to stir.
'Clark, can you hear me?' She asked, gently brushing away the tousled mass of black curls.
He groaned, slitting his lids and shaking his head while he tried to get up.
That's when she noticed his arm. Gone was the large gash, replaced by his smooth, untouched skin.
'Lois...' He muttered weakly, looking up at her confused.
She looked ashen, her frantic heartbeat pounded in his ears.
'Are you ok?' He questioned, concern palpable in his tone and his large eyes as he sat up, his hands coming to touch her face.
'I should be asking you that.' She joked feebly still a bit unnerved.
He ignored her attempt to lighten the mood and repeated:
'Are you ok?'
He needed to make sure she was alright.
'I'm fine.'
Instinctively, she pressed her face up against his tender touch.
Once he was convinced he began to relax and the reality of the situation dawned on him - especially the fact that he was stark naked.
Lois noticed the change when the embarrassing shade of crimson flooded his cheeks. His hand dropped from her face as did his gaze as he clumsily shifted to cover himself.
'Right!' Lois gulped; awkwardness taking over as she tried to avoid looking at him.
Her eyes widened when she realised that she was lacking a particular item of clothing too - her shirt.
Ineptly she stood up to grab the first pair of jeans she laid her eyes on with one hand while picking up her shirt with the other. Turning her face away from him she outstretched her arm towards him, handing him the black denim.
'Um... Thanks.' Clark mumbled standing up, taking the clothing and quickly slipping it on.
'You're welcome.' Lois replied, buttoning up her shirt and keeping her back to him even though she was tempted to sneak a peek.
The sound of the zipper seemed booming in the silent room and for some reason it sparked a jolt of electricity through her belly.
'Bad Lois!' Her mind scolded.
'Um... You can turn around now.' Clark said uncomfortably.
She did as she was told.
'Keep your eyes on his face!' She commanded herself, but still they settled on his chest for a second before she forced them to look up at his face.
'Um... So...' Clark started.
God, he was a nervous wreck!
'No sign of Kal.' Lois announced.
'I know.'
She frowned at that.
'You know?'
'I can tell... the difference.'
He didn't know how to explain it but something felt different. Even though he was jumpy because of the awkwardness of the situation there was this strange sense of... confidence, peace... completion.
It was a sensation that he'd rarely felt and when he had, it had been for a fleeting moment; one he never seemed to be able to grasp or hold onto.
'I guess it worked.' Lois piped up, unable to keep from filling the silence that threatened to engulf them.
'Yeah, it did.'
'Good.'
There was a pause. Too long a pause for Lois to handle.
'Say something!' She commanded herself.
Clark was having the same internal struggle.
'Don't just stand there! Speak!'
'Yeah, good!'
'Very smooth.' His mind mocked him.
'So... um...'
God, the embarrassing silence! So much to say but both remained frozen.
The fact that he was still half naked wasn't helping either. How was she supposed to think of something to say when he was standing there, barefoot, wearing nothing but an old pair of black jeans?
'Yummy! No! Not yummy! No yumyness! Bad Lois!'
Clark picked up on her discomfort as her gaze kept moving around erratically. It occasionally fell on his chest for a second before quickly returned to a confusing pattern of bouncing off the walls as it tried to avoid him.
'I better get dressed.' He took a uncertain step towards her, signalling the clothes that were scattered around her feet.
'Right, of course.' She said jittery back-pedalling so he could have access to the pile.
She watched as he bent over and picked up Kal's t-shirt.
Her breath hitched when he stood up and his eyes met hers.
The two stood there, a few inches of space between them, as Clark unknowingly fidgeted with the piece of white cotton.
She couldn't take it anymore; the tension of the last twenty four hours taking its toll on her. Had it really been just twenty-four hours? Not even that much.
It seemed daunting the fact that in less than a day her life had changed so drastically. Her world had been turned upside down.
She frowned inwardly when suddenly Dinah Washington's voice popped into her head, singing...
What a difference a day makes
Twenty four little hours...
Oh, she really needed to get out of there! Now!
If she didn't she was going to pounce on him and she'd already been a little too assertive for one day.
'Well, I better... You know...' She started walking back towards the door. '...go...'
Clark's heart sank at her words and he gripped the t-shirt a little tighter.
She was leaving? He didn't want her to leave. Why was she leaving?
'...you're probably tired and-'
'I'm not tired.' He said a little too hastily and she froze in place.
'Oh!'
She gulped once again.
God, her heart seemed like it wanted to jump out of her mouth.
'Breathe! Breathe!' Her brain ordered when it began to suffer from the lack of oxygen.
'Yeah... well, but you better get some rest. It was... um...' The words refused to come to her.
'Stupid brain!'
'You-you should get some rest.' She was nodding like an idiot with a plastic smile on her face and her eyebrows high on her forehead.
'I'll see you...'
'What was the word? The word for the day after today? Not yesterday... the day after... um... think, think. Stupid words!'
She resumed her back-paddling, nearly falling on her ass when she stumbled over her own feet.
'Tomorrow!' She exclaimed like a little school girl who has just gotten the answer to the question posed by the teacher. Toning down her initial enthusiasm she continued: 'I-I'll see you tomorrow. After you've... um... rested and...' She furrowed her brow; she was making an ass of herself. Stuttering and staggering in her stride towards the kitchen door. '... tomorrow...'
Great, now that was the only word she could think of!
She was so enthralled in her self-chastising she was shocked when she looked up and found Clark standing in front of her.
His hand was on her arm.
Oh god, he was touching her!
She clenched her jaws in an attempt to keep from swallowing. There had been enough gulping for a two minute conversation from hell.
'Stay.' His voice was just as tense as hers.
'Stay?'
'Yes, I want you to stay.'
He stared down at her with large, glassy eyes and she gulped. Again.
She was shocked when she heard herself whisper:
'Ok.'
Chapter 29
She nearly melted, her knees threatening to buckle when his lips shyly spread for a small smile.
'Don't gulp, don't gulp! Get a grip!' Her brain shouted at her jolting her out of her daze.
Putting on the best witty and poised facade she confidently strutted into the kitchen, past Clark, all the while praying that her knees would hold.
'We really should get started cleaning this mess. Your mom's coming home tomorrow and-'
Before she was able to complete her sentence she felt a cold breeze whoosh past her, blowing away her hair and the next thing she knew all the cutlery was neatly placed next to the sink and the broken pieces of cabinets staked up with the rest of the shattered wood in the dinning room.
Clark stood in front of her, still shirtless dusting off his hands as he announced:
'Done.'
'Oh! Right... super speed. That's... uh... handy.'
'What now? Think, think. God, please don't look at me like that.'
The knees started to weaken once more.
She was really starting to hate this new effect he had on her. And he kept looking at her with those doe-eyes. And still shirtless.
'Don't stare!'
Her facial muscles tightly pulled her lips into a forced smile while she desperately tried to keep her eyes from wandering over his bare chest, her eyebrows raising high on her forehead from the effort as she shoved her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, bringing her shoulders together.
The silence threatened to overwhelm them when she suddenly jolted up.
'Chloe! We should call her and tell her everything's ok. Crisis is averted.'
She was making her way to her purse which lay on the couch, forgotten, when she heard him say:
'We don't have to call her now.'
'Oh, we really should.' Lois nodded emphatically, rummaging through the contents of her purse in search of her phone.
This was good. It gave her something to do. As long as she was busy looking for her phone she wasn't gawking at him like an idiot.
'Good, very good!'
'Where is it? I swear they keep making these things smaller and smaller on purpose, so you'll lose them and have to buy a new cell phone.' She was babbling and she knew it. It only served to make her even more nervous. 'I should write an article about it.'
Why was she so nervous? This was Smallville, regular, goody-two-shoes, normal... well, not so normal now, considering the whole alien thing… And the super powers... And maybe she shouldn't call him Smallville anymore.
Her internal ramblings were cut short when a large hand settled over her frantic one and halted her movements.
She looked up to meet his gaze.
She frowned when she saw the hurt in his eyes.
'Lois, it's ok if you feel weirded out.' He muttered hesitantly.
'Huh?' Her mind was having trouble processing what he was saying as he kept his hand over hers.
'It's ok to feel nervous about-'
'I'm not nervous!' She jerked away from him breaking the intimate contact. 'Who said I'm nervous? I'm not nervous.'
Ok that hadn't come out right.
He rolled his eyes at her.
'You're heart's going a mile a minute, you're breathing like you just ran a marathon and you're rambling.'
'I always ramble.' She countered.
'Yes, when you're nervous.'
'Yeah, well... I'm not.' She replied haughtily.
She could feel the old smug Lois Lane kicking in.
'Why would I be nervous?' She inquired with a blasé attitude.
Clark's shoulders dropped as he uttered:
'Because you know what I am.'
'Huh?' She repeated.
He'd lost her there.
He exhaled sharply. She was going to make him say it out loud.
'That-I'm-an-alien.' He said in one breath.
He was confused by her response as she visibly relaxed and let out a deep sigh of relief.
'Oh, you think I'm nervous because of that.' She caught herself. 'Not that I'm nervous. I never said I was nervous. Cause I don't do nervous.'
He watched her from under a creased brow. If it wasn't because of that, why was she going into another incoherent jabber fit?
The wheels in his head seemed to actually screech loudly as they slowly turned while she continued:
'I'm calm, calm and collected. I'm fine. Nope, not nervous.'
'And you're babbling again. Perfect!'
She inhaled sharply after the long rant and hopped that he would just drop the subject.
Clark kept gawking at her like she'd grown a second head while she anxiously fidgeted with her purse.
'Not one bit nervous.' She repeated for the umpteenth time filling the silence.
And then it clicked and she saw the realisation mirrored in his face as his eyes grew large and his lips parted slightly - she was nervous because of him; because of them.
'What?!' She snapped after a long pause.
It was time to test his theory. Building up the courage that was needed, he closed the small gap between them which was now reduced to the space occupied by her purse.
The next 'what' that came out of her mouth was a little less assertive and partially choked when she noticed the glint in his eyes, Kal's confidence surfacing.
His heart raced, matching her irregular rhythm as he took the purse from her hands and dropped it on the couch.
She drew shallow and quick pants as he eliminated the distance that separated them, forcing her to crane up so she could keep her eyes on him face.
Her strong reaction only served to confirm his theory causing the butterflies to break out in his gut.
'You're nervous.' His voice was low and little husky.
'No, I'm not.' She insisted, standing her ground when he reached for her arm once again.
His fingers traced a lazy pattern over her sleeve.
'You're gasping.'
'That's cause you're hogging all the oxygen.' She retorted with her chin raised high.
She wasn't going to back down and she was doing a pretty good job at sounding unphased until he leaned in letting his mouth hover over hers.
'Clark...' She swallowed; his eyes were fixed on her lips.
'Yes...' He breathed.
'What are you doing?' She questioned paralyzed.
'I'm going to kiss you.' He answered truthfully.
'Oh... OK.'
His lips finally brushed up against hers and her body went on autopilot.
Within a second their arms were wrapped around each other, their mouths fused in a desperate, suffocating kiss.
Lois' hands delved into the curls in the back of his head, pulling him in as she crawled up his body, raising on her toes and pressing against him.
Their hands moved chaotically over the other's body, pawing and tugging as they tumbled onto the couch in a big heap.
She parted her legs so he could nestle between them, his fingers digging into her right hip, hauling her towards him and she could feel him hardened against her inner thigh.
Oh, she definitely shouldn't call him Smallville anymore!
Chapter 30
His mouth continued to assault hers, their tongues battling for dominance at the same time as they struggled to keep breathing.
Clark tore his lips from hers when her hand slipped between their bodies to hook at the fastening of his jeans.
His stared down at her as he realised what was about to happen.
But all the doubts and questions that invaded his mind evaporated when she popped the top button and the zipper came undone under the pressure the growing bulge in his crotch was creating.
His shaky fingers glided over the opening of her shirt and after a long and painful wait the fabric parted to reveal her lace covered breasts and her taut stomach.
He propped himself on his right elbow, giving her the needed space so she could rid herself of her shirt before lying back down.
His lids fell closed when her hand snaked into his jeans and she wrapped her fingers around him.
He wanted to take his time and savour every second of this experience but the moment she began moving her hand over him that plan was shot and his mouth smashed against her as they resumed their feverish kissing.
She urgently tried to push his jeans, but they insisted on clinging to his hips. Noting her struggle, his hand came down to help her. The two tugged at the denim while they continued to kiss until the jeans were finally bunched up around his ankles. Using his feet, he toed them off.
Feeling that she was a little over dressed for the occasion, seeing as he was completely naked, he went about ridding her of her pants.
Thankfully, they were made out of soft cotton so it wasn't long before they too were discarded to the floor along with the other items.
He quickly settled back between her parted thighs.
With one hand weaved into his hair, the other roaming over his back she arched up into him, their pelvis pushing together eliciting a throaty groan from both of them as the pressure in all the right places sent a surge of pleasure through their bodies.
Her head lolled back on the arm of the couch as his warm and wet lips travelled down her chest. He nuzzled at the cup of her bra, pushing it out of the way and exposing one perked nipple to his mouth.
Locking his lips around the pebbled of flesh he suckled and lick at it, drawing circles around it, worrying it until Lois' hips were involuntarily heaving rhythmically against his.
'Ah... Clark...' She moaned when she felt his hand pulling at her panties and soon they were joining the growing pile next to the couch.
Her hand fisted into his locks and hauled him up to her mouth while his hand sneaked between her legs.
'Oh, god...' He groaned against her cheek when he felt how wet she was; the liquid coating his fingers, soaking them as they slipped between her lips, parting them.
His knuckle accidentally bumped against her clit and she jumped a little at the electric jolt it provoked.
Did she like that?
One look at her glazed eyes gave him the answer so he brought his thumb to circle the small nub.
The reaction it caused filled him with a sense of pride and he continued to massage her until she was completely breathless, her hips jolting wildly against his hand in a desperate attempt to increase the pressure.
'Clark...' She managed to tear the words from her throat. 'Your fingers...'
'What?' He asked anxiously halting his movements.
Was he doing something wrong, because she seemed to be enjoying until now.
She was shaking her head adamantly.
'No, no, no, don't stop... Please don't stop...'
God, she had been reduced to begging!
Wetting her lips she choked out when he started moving again:
'You're fingers... inside...'
He stopped again.
Unable to speak anymore, Lois' hand covered his. Keeping his thumb on her clit, she directed his middle finger to her opening, showing him what she needed.
'Oh... Ok...'
He could definitely do that.
Requiring no further instructions he drove his finger inside of her while rubbing her clit.
He pushed past the initial tension; she was tight but slick enough to allow him passage.
His eyes widened as her muscles contracted around his finger.
Catching his reaction, in her daze, she was still able to say:
'It's been a while.'
He stopped and she let out a frustrated mewl.
'A while?' He questioned against a closed throat.
'Yeah... a long one.'
Why wasn't he moving? She wanted him to move!
But he needed to know. It was stupid, but the male in him just had to know.
With his cheeks flaming he finally asked:
'You and Oliver...?'
Her face mirrored the colour in his as she bit her lower lip.
'Never... the green vigilante thing always got in the way.'
Lois and Oliver had never...? She never...?
For some reason his chest swelled and Lois narrowed her eyes at him.
'Clark!'
Her annoyed tone snapped him out of his reverie.
'This is not exactly the time for male ego boasting.' She pointedly looked down at his hand.
Oh, right.
And then his fingers moved and her lids were suddenly too heavy to keep open.
He watched in awe as her hips rose into his touch, her channel clenching around him.
The more he worked her, the tighter she got.
If he kept this up...
'It's not going to fit.'
As if she was reading his mind, her guiding hand was on his once more, urging him to add another finger.
He was surprised to find that, with some effort he was able to slip his index finger inside and instead of hurting her it was making her mewl in that delicious way that drove him insane.
Feeling bolder, he allowed himself to explore, sliding further and further into her until he was bumping against the entrance of her womb.
Spreading his fingers gently apart, he fingered her velvety walls.
She was panting erratically, moaning some incoherent babble. Something about going left?
Looking down he noticed that, in fact, her hips were currently not only pushing up but also slightly to his right.
It dawned on him what she was asking and diligently he moved his fingers to the left and was rewarded a powerful spasm of her muscles along with a grunted: 'Oh, that's it!' from Lois.
He watched wide eyed as she moved more forcefully against him, shoving upwards and chanting.
'Oh, god, oh, god...'
Unable to restrain himself, his mouth returned to her neck, nibbling at first and then biting a little harder.
Her nails clawed at his back, encouraging him, while her own lips sucked at the skin on his shoulder.
The tension inside her built up to an overwhelming crescendo that eventually exploded and her teeth dug into his flesh, her muscles clenching strongly around his fingers as she came.
His sweat covered forehead rested on the crook of her neck until she rode out her orgasm.
When it subsided her body went limp and she let out a long breath as his fingers abandoned her.
Their eyes met and he saw she had the laziest and most pleased smile on her face. It was a new to him.
After a beat it grew into a full, toothy grin as she beamed:
'That was amazing!'
His lips pulled into a shy smile of his own and she craned up to capture them.
Her legs snaked around his hips, pulling him towards her.
He gasped when her action aligned his cock with her dripping entrance.
'Um... Lois...'
This was awkward. How was he going to say it?
'We...'
'It's ok. I'm on the pill.' She informed him promptly.
Well, that was good to know, but it wasn't exactly what he'd been hinting at.
He knew he had unusually large fingers, but they didn't even come close to... other parts of his anatomy.
It had been hard enough to slip them inside of her. How was it supposed to fit?
She, however, seemed to be oblivious to his conundrum as she sensually moved beneath him, teasing him with her hips, her lips on his throat.
As a result, his pelvis unwillingly thrust forward and his eyes rolled into the back of his head at the tension he encountered.
'God!' It was his turn to grunt.
She was so thigh, wet and scalding.
He needed to stop in order to reign in the powerful wave of pleasure that hit him.
That course of action didn't bode well with Lois though as she shifted beneath him, raising up off the couch, her heels digging into the back of his thighs trying to pull him in.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his eyes dropping to her chest. She was still wearing her bra; her left nipple was peeking over the black lace.
He needed to distract her. His mouth seized the rosy bit of flesh and he began sluggishly circling it as his hand weaselled under her back to take hold of the clasp.
Recognizing his intentions, Lois propped herself up on one elbow to aid him in his task. Thankfully for Clark, that forced her to lower her hips.
After a few moments the clasp came undone and she quickly disposed of the bra.
His tongue licked, his lips suckled greedily at one breast, while his hand came up to kneed its twin as he returned to the space between her thighs.
Lois couldn't take it anymore.
Anxiously, she manoeuvred herself until he was positioned at her opening. Without warning she thrust upwards and he entered her partially.
Oh, god!
'Wait, wait!' He begged her with a strained voice. 'I need...' He gasped. '...just a second.'
She nodded her agreement but it was clear that it wasn't going to last long.
He inhaled deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring before he started moving.
Tentatively, he pulled back before pushing forward, spreading her.
He repeated the process over and over again, each time going deeper.
Lois watched him, his head pillowed on her breast, his jaws when clenched, his teeth gritted when with one final thrust he was completely inside her.
His eyes snapped open at feel of her. It felt so good.
She waited patiently, while he took his time before he resumed.
It was slow and tentative at first, but it wasn't long before he was plunging avidly into her.
Her motions matched his fervour, the two moved against each other, undulating, heaving, their thrusts becoming harder and faster.
His mouth was back on hers and their tongues mimicked the motions of their hips, shoving and pushing.
Her scream was muffled by his lips when the finally tumbled over the edge.
He broke their kiss when he felt her walls flutter around him, gripping him. He drove erratically into her a couple of times before his back arched stiffly, his mouth falling open as he came.