Chapter 27
He leaned forward against the refrigerator door trying to catch his breath.
What was he doing? He couldn't do this. He had been so wrapped up in his feelings for her he never thought of the consequences. Over the last few weeks, especially the last couple of days, all he could think about was winning her over, getting her to admit that there was something between them. He never thought passed that point. Now he was in a relationship with Lois. There was nothing stopping them from...
How was he supposed to be with her without actually being with her when his body reacted so strongly to her nearness?
It had been hard enough fighting off Lana's advances when they had been together, but with Lois? It was going to be impossible!
Even now as she sat all the way on the other side of the house his senses were completely attune to her every intake of air, to every beat of her heart.
'How's that ice coming, Smallville?' She yelled from the living room.
'Just a second.' He lightly hit his head on the fridge before opening it and retrieving the ice.
As he went about finding a towel to wrap it with his mind tried to piece together a strategy.
He wasn't about to give up on them. He couldn't even if he wanted to. He would just have to find a way, he finally decided walking out of the kitchen with a determined stride.
He faltered when he came near; her scent immediately assaulted him causing a strange heat to spread from his gut. This was going to be hard.
She gave him a toothy smile and he had to repress a groan.
Very hard.
Kneeling down he placed the towel-covered ice on her ankle.
'Better?' He inquired not daring to look up at her.
'I told you it was fine but that feels good.'
Her hand came to rest on his bicep and his grip on the ice tightened. He could hear it crack under the added pressure.
Thankfully the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house and Lois' hand immediately dropped from his arm.
'Hey, kids.' Martha greeted a bit breathless. 'What happened?' She immediately questioned when she saw Lois on the couch, Clark holding a towel over her ankle.
'I just got my foot caught between the sofa cushions.' Lois explained. 'It's fine.'
'Are you sure?' Martha knelt down to inspect the injured joint.
It didn't look swollen.
'Yes.' She assured.
'You should stay off of that foot for the rest of the night.'
'It's not that bad.' Lois insisted.
Martha only had to give her a look for Lois to reluctantly nod her agreement.
'I'll get started on dinner. Clark, can you help me?' Martha asked over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen.
'Sure.' He replied.
Getting up he moved to give her a peck on her forehead. Before he could react her hand had gripped the lapels of his shirt and had pulled him down for a bruising kiss. His eyes snapped open, darting toward his mother who thankfully was with her back turned to them.
The feel of her tongue against his sent chills down his spine and was making him dizzy.
When she finally let him go he was completely flustered, mouth gaping open, lips swollen and heart racing.
Awkwardly he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans in a pathetic attempt to hide the evidence of his body's response to the kiss.
It was going to be very hard...
'Definitely very hard.' he thought as he tried to make his way into the kitchen without faltering.
'Dinner was great.' Lois thanked wiping her mouth on her napkin.
'Thanks, Lois.' Martha smiled, her eyes remaining on the younger woman a couple of seconds longer than necessary.
'What?' She asked when she noticed the scrutinizing look.
'Nothing.' Martha shook her head giving her a knowing smile.
It made Lois' stomach cramp up. Did she know?!
Lois followed her with her eyes as she stood up, took the last two glasses off the table and handed them to Clark who was now washing the dishes.
'Do you have any clothes that need washing?' She asked her son. 'Cause I'm going to do the laundry.'
He shook his head.
'Ok. I'll be in the basement if you need me.' She announced walking out of the room.
Lois was hobbling her way into the kitchen the second she was gone.
'We have a problem.' She hissed nervously.
'What?'
'I think your mom knows.' She sounded desperate.
'My mom?'
'Yes, your mom!' She exclaimed anxiously rubbing her hands against her jeans.
'Knows what?'
'About us!' She gritted.
He finished running the last glass through the water, placed it next to the sink and switched off the faucet turning to face her with a towel between his hands.
'Why do you say that?'
'Cause she was giving me this - I know what you've been doing look!' She blurted in a low voice.
Clark smirked at her:
'The I know what you've been doing look?'
'Yes!'
'Lois, she doesn't know anything and even if she did would it be that bad?'
'Yes!' She widened her eyes at him.
'Why?' He asked in disbelief flinging the towel toward the counter.
'Because she'll feel betrayed. I mean, she helped me when I needed the most, gave me a job, a roof to live under and what do I do to repay her? I seduce her only son!'
'You didn't exactly seduce me. If there was any seducing I'd say it was the other way around, don't you think?'
'That's not how she's going to see it. She sees you as her perfect little altar boy slash boy scout. You could do no wrong. I, one the other hand, will be playing the staring role of skanky cradle snatching ho in this seedy little drama!
'Ok, first of all – I'm not underage. Second – you're what? A year older than me? And thirdly – my mom loves you. She would never see anything seedy in us being together. If anything I'm sure she'd be very happy.' Clark argued giving her a reassuring smiling.
She was so jittery it was cute. The way she was squirming in her place, her hands rigidly pressed against her thighs, her cheeks tinted with the sweetest shade of pink made her look so vulnerable and very cute.
He stiffened as the warm fuzzy feeling building in him escalated to something less innocent.
'I'm not so sure.' She mumbled still a bit hesitant.
'Come here.' He smiled wrapping his large arms around her, making her feel so small and sheltered.
She was quickly learning that she really loved his bear hugs. They made her want to curl up into a ball and get lost in the safety of his arms. She buried her face in his chest, nuzzling up against him and inhaling his scent.
'This is nice.' He heard her muffled words. 'I like this.'
'I like this too.' He closed his eyes and rested his chin on top of her head.
He held his breath when he felt her loosen her hold on him, her hands slipping up under the fabric of his shirt to roam over his back.
He could do this, he told himself closing his eyes tightly shut.
'Just think of something else.'
Her hands came around his side to graze his stomach.
His eyes snapped open when she suddenly pushed him, forcefully backing him up against the sink, her mouth attacking his skin.
'This is nice too.' She whispered between open-mouth kisses that tracked up his neck to his earlobe.
'Uh-huh...' He managed to gruffly mumble through his hazy mind, his lids falling shut, his mouth open.
Her nails raked over his stomach while her teeth captured his earlobe.
'You can do this. You can do this.' He tried to summon the mantra in his brain but it completely eluded him when her hand suddenly dropped below his belt line.
'Lois!' He immediately jerked away from her.
That was one thing he couldn't do. If he went down that road there was no stopping.
'My mom…' He gasped.
'Oh, right! I-I'm sorry.' She blushed trying to catch her breath.
It was very hard considering how he looked right know, all flustered, wide eyed, ragged shirt, tight jeans... actually, they looked a little tighter than usual.
'Get your mind out of the gutter, girl!' Lois ordered her lust filled mind, puffing her bangs out of her face.
'I-I should... hmm... I should go to bed.' She stuttered, but she didn't move.
She couldn't. Neither could he. So they just stood there. Breathing heavily and erratically, longingly staring at one another on opposite sides of the kitchen.
'Lois, what are you doing up?' Martha's voice was filled with concern as she entered the room. 'I told you to stay off that foot.'
'I know. I was just saying goodnight to Smallville.'
'You're going to bed?'
'Yes, I'm kinda tired. I haven't been sleeping very well.'
'Yes, I know, that seems to be happening a lot around here lately.'
Clark and Lois couldn't ignore the undertone in Martha's words.
Exhaling sharply Lois put on her trademark tight grin as she spoke.
'Well, goodnight! I'll-'
'You're not going anywhere on that foot, young lady.' Martha interrupted, giving Clark a raised eyebrow she added: 'Especially not up those stairs. Clark?'
'Uh? Oh, right.'
Clumsily, he crossed the kitchen. Their eyes met just for a second, but it was enough to send chills up and down her spine as he bent down and effortlessly scooped her into his arms making his way up the stairs in silence.
Chapter 28
Letting out a heavy sigh, he sat on the couch, face buried in his hands.
He had literarily dropped her off in her bed about an hour ago. After an awkward moment of silence he had muttered goodnight and scurried out of there without even giving her a goodnight kiss. He didn't think he could handle it. It had been hard enough enduring her proximity as he'd made his way up the stairs with her in his arms, kissing her would have been the end of him.
So now he was there, on the couch, frustratingly wondering why he couldn't just switch off his abilities when he wanted to. And why they were so attuned to what was going on upstairs.
Dropping his hands to his lap he directed his attention to the TV screen. Some random show was on. He didn't really care what it was as long as it kept him occupied. Unfortunately for his peace of mind, the actors' voices progressively morphed into the noise of water falling that came from the upstairs bathroom. At that a succession of pictures flashed in his mind. He tried to shake it off, but his brain seemed intent on delivering these vivid images of Lois taking a shower.
He exhaled sharply once again. He wasn't going to get any sleep tonight either, was he? What was this? The third sleepless night in a row? Or was it the fourth? He'd lost count.
Changing strategies he tried to focus on his mother, who was walking around in the kitchen, but it wasn't long before the sound of Lois' breathing sneaked its way into his senses.
He frowned when he noticed her even heartbeat gradually picking up speed until it became a rapid and unpredictable pounding in his ears. Her breathing pattern had also transformed into a series of shallow, rushed pants.
Something was happening! Lois was in trouble. He had to-
He froze in place as her moan reverberated in his ear. THAT was definitely not a moan of fear or pain.
His eyes bulged out as he realised just what was going on.
She was... Lois was...
'Oh, God!' She groaned out in a husky voice that made him gulp.
His gaze darted to his mother. She had finished up in the kitchen and was heading into the living room, her reading glasses in one hand, a book in the other.
Maybe he could sneak out to the barn before... His eyes dropped to his lap.
Too late!
Instantly, he reached for the nearest cushion and hastily covered his lap with it giving his mother a tight uncomfortable grin as she took her seat on the comfort chair on the opposite end of the couch.
She smiled back, putting on her glasses and opening the book.
In the meantime, Lois' mewls had intensified and he could now also discriminate the sound of water splashing frantically.
The muscles in his jaw twitched and he bit down on a moan while he envisioned just what the source of that splashing was.
Even though his eyes were wide open and directed at the TV screen all he could see in front of him was Lois – slanted against the shower wall, water cascading down her naked body, mouth gaping open, gasping for air, one hand on her breast, the other buried between her thighs labouring diligently.
This time he couldn't help but groan.
Thankfully his mother was too engrossed in her reading to notice, or maybe it was the sound coming from the TV set that helped mask his harsh breathing pattern.
Whatever it was, he wasn't sure it would continue to be effective if the current situation carried on any further.
He had to get out of there before...
'Oh, God... harder...'
He clawed at the cushion feeling the pressure build up. This couldn't be happening. Not here, not with his mother in the room.
But she was breathing so hard and those mewls...
He never knew his imagination could be so active, but considering the soundtrack he couldn't blame his brain for providing such stunning visual support.
He was sweating, actually sweating. He could feel the drops of liquid running down his temple and his back.
'Please... don't stop...'
'Never...' The whispered word tumbled out of his mouth without permission.
'Did you say something, honey?'
'Huh, what? No! Must be the TV.' Clark nervously mumbled.
Martha's gaze lingered on her son for a couple of seconds before returning to her book.
He swallowed dryly as he mentally returned to that bathroom.
'Right there... that's it... ah!'
His eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he lost himself in her rasping voice. To hell with it!
He could tell she was nearing the end as the sounds that came out of her turned into a frenzied assortment of mindless babble, heavy gasps and ravenous grunts.
He tried hard to keep still and quiet. It was killing him as the strain became unbearable. Unwittingly, he pressed the cushion into his lap, his hips rubbing up against it as his body instinctively searching for some release.
'I want you...ah! …so much...'
His lips pursed and he clenched his teeth, trying to suppress the scream building up in his chest. Her breath hitched in her throat for a moment and then finally she cried out:
'Ah!... Clark...'
His body stiffened at the sound of his name, his grip on the cushion tightened causing it to explode in his hands as the pleasure surged through him.
When he came to he was engulfed in a cloud of feathers, his mother's concerned voice which seemed to echo in the distance slowly growing clearer:
'Clark! Are you alright?'
His eyes eventually focused on the redhead woman sitting up straight in the comfort chair, staring perplexed at him.
'Um... I-I'm sorry... mom... I was just...'
His cheeks burned bright red, he was sweating profusely. Could it be that he was sick again?
'Clark!'
His eyes dropped to find a mess in his lap. Without a word he resorted to his super-speed and disappeared into the downstairs bathroom.
Slamming the door shut behind him he leaned on it for a while, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
'Oh, my God!' He rasped between harsh pants.
He could still hear her breathing as it evened out, her heartbeat gradually returning to its normal rhythm.
He looked at himself in the mirror. He was flushed, his shirt was glued to his torso from his sweat, the front of his jeans was soaked with a few feathers sticking to the denim here and there.
He needed new clean clothes. Problem was all of them were in his room. He had to move fast, while she was still in the shower.
A light knock on the door brought him back to reality.
'Clark?'
'Ye-' He cleared his throat. 'Yes, mom?'
'Are you alright? You're not coming down with something again?'
'No, I'm fine.'
'You don't sound fine. Clark, let me in.'
'Mom, I'm fine.' He tried to assure her.
'Clark Kent, you open this door now!'
He gulped, hitting the back of his head against the door. Inhaling, he quickly pulled his shirt off, used it to wipe off the feathers and then strategically held it over his crotch as he cracked the door open and popped his head out.
'Clark, what happened?' His mother asked trying to walk into the bathroom, but the door wouldn't budge.
She eyed him, or at least what little she could see of him - his bright red face and a glimpse of a bare shoulder.
'I-I just dozed off... I-I was having a nightmare. That's all!'
He hated lying to his mother.
He watched as she processed the information. It seemed like a logical explanation.
'Do you want to talk about it?'
'No, mom. I'm fine now. I just need to get changed before Lois gets out of the shower.'
And with that he hastily slipped out of the bathroom and rushed up the stairs leaving his mother downstairs to wonder if he had just woken up from a nightmare...
'How does he know Lois is in the bathroom?'