Winner Takes All
Folc4evernaday | Rated: M| Chapter 21
The whispers in the Daily Planet lobby were the last thing on either Lois or Clark's mind when they arrived at work the next morning….three hours late. "We're late." Lois murmured as they stepped into the elevator.
"Who cares?" Clark whispered, leaning down to kiss her, holding her against his solid frame as he reveled in the feeling of knowing Lois would soon be his wife.
DING
The elevator doors opened and neither one of them seemed inclined to separate. "What do you two think that is, a kissing booth?" Perry's voice bellowed over the whistling and cat calls from their colleagues. Reluctantly they pulled away, stepping into the newsroom to get down to business. "Judas Priest, you two come in three hours late then you finally show up acting like you're the stars of some romantic television sitcom. Get to work!" Perry ordered.
Lois and Clark nodded, moving towards their desks to pick up on the investigation into Intergang. Jimmy walked up to them with a note, "Lois, CK, you had a call from a guy named Bobby about fifteen minutes ago.."
"Thanks, Jimmy," Lois said, taking the note from him.
Jimmy spotted the ring on Lois' hand and beamed, "So, when's the wedding?"
"We haven't even started planning it yet, Jimmy, but don't worry you'll be one of the first to know," Lois promised. "Now get; before Perry starts yelling at you for hovering." Lois brushed him off. She picked up her phone and began to dial the number Bobby had left. A loud smacking noise could be heard on the other end of the phone, "Bobby?"
"Hey, Lois, I heard you and Kent are getting hitched, congrats. I got some information for you, but it's gonna cost you." Lois caught Clark's gaze and motioned for him to listen in. He nodded approaching her desk.
"What do you want?" Lois asked.
"Pasta!" Bobby said, enthusiastically.
Lois rolled her eyes, "We'll meet you at Alberto's in twenty minutes. This better be good."
"Oh, believe me, you'll love it," Bobby said before hanging up.
"Let's go," Clark said, holding her coat up for her.
"Where are you two going now?" Perry asked.
"We've got a lead, Perry. See you later." Lois called over her shoulder as they made their way up the elevator ramp.
Perry nodded, watching the young couple leave. He just smiled then turned back to his work.
"Okay, so, my guy down at City Hall says there's a particular lawyer that Intergang hires for the thugs that get caught with their hands dirty. I don't got a name, but I got initials. 'MS.' Word is he's pretty high up in Intergang…" Bobby took another slurp of his pasta then continued. "Oh, and your guy, Bibbo..He usually plays cards at the Press Club on Friday nights….but he has been out of pocket the last few weeks. Some personal issues…"
"What do you know about Linda King?" Lois asked.
"All I know is she's trouble. Something about a deal with the devil.." Bobby said, taking a sip of his soda. "Man, this stuff is delicious. You sure you guys don't want some?"
"No thanks, I'm good," Lois said. Just watching Bobby eat was making her stomach churn.
"You sure? I heard you had some stomach issues earlier in the month. Pasta always helps." Bobby said.
"I'm fine," Lois reassured him.
"Thanks for the information, Bobby," Clark said, laying the money for the food with the bill on the table. He waved at the waiter and handed the money to him. "Keep the change." He said before helping Lois to her feet. "We'll see you later, Bobby."
"See ya. Congrats on the engagement. I'm happy for you." Bobby said, taking another bite. Lois and Clark gave him a smile before leaving.
"Okay, I have run every single variation of the initials 'MS' in this database and have come up with about five hundred thousand different possibilities. Is there anything that can help us narrow it down?" Lois asked, exasperated as she gestured to her screen.
"I'm not sure, I…" Clark's super hearing picked up the sound of screams for help.
"What is it?" Lois asked, recognizing the expression on his face.
"Someone's in trouble." He whispered.
Lois nodded, "Go. I'll keep at this." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and he nodded, heading for the exit.
"Let go of me!" Mike Lane screamed, struggling beneath the weight of three thugs that had grabbed him from behind. The edge of a baseball bat was at his neck as he struggled to breathe.
"Where should we start?" One of the thugs asked, pulling out a knife. The blade of a knife edged towards Mike's ear, scraping against the skin. "Should we start with the limbs…?" He moved the knife to Mike's throat.
"Go to hell, you unruly bastards!"
"Oh, we got a feisty one here, eh?" Another thug asked, tightening the grasp on the bat against Mike's neck.
Mike delivered a hefty kick in the direction of the thug holding the knife. "OH!" The thug fell back. The other two thugs were startled, causing them to loosen their grip on Mike, allowing him to squirm free of their grasp.
"Grab him!"
They chased after him as he ran towards the street. A sonic boom could be heard as the thugs grabbed Mike again, flattening him to the ground, "You're gonna pay for that one, old man!"
"Let him go!" A stern voice from behind them said.
The thugs turned around only to come face to face with Superman. "Holy…!"
Clark grabbed them by the collar, tossing them to the ground. "I said, 'let him go!'" He said sternly. The thugs struggled to stand to their feet but were met with Superman's boot on their backs. "You're not going anywhere!" He turned his attention to Mike who was standing up, rubbing his neck, "Sir, are you all right?"
"I'm fine now. Thank you, Superman."
The echo of sirens from a distance approaching fast could be heard as Clark secured the thugs in between the metal of a partially burnt road sign. "That oughta hold you." He said sternly, "What happened here?"
"I got jumped…" Mike said, pointing at the three thugs.
"Man, you don't know what you talking about." One of the thugs said.
Mike's eyes narrowed as he stepped towards the now secured thug, "Listen here, you ingrates, you may get away with your games with your family and gang friends, but you aren't getting away with it this time! I didn't spend ten years of my life fighting against terroristic bastards to only come home and deal with the same terroristic assholes in my own country!" He wagged his finger in their direction, "Listen here, you, you think you're tough. You think you've seen it all? You don't know shit!"
The thugs just laughed. "You're the one up for a rude awakening, Grandpa!" One of the thugs sneered, "People like you is easy to get rid of ..you got weaknesses…family…friends. Me? I ain't got nobody but the Skins!"
"Are you threatening me?" Mike glared.
"Don't give into them, sir," Clark warned.
"You son of a bitch, you come anywhere near my family I'll rip you limb from limb…" Mike warned.
"Yeah, you got what? A sister? Two nieces right? Lois Lane, the reporter? Lucy Lane the new kid at the DA's office. Shame if anything happened to 'em."
"All right, what's going on here?" Officer Zymack asked, exiting from his patrol car.
"Attempted murder," Clark added. "And you can also add a threat against at least three other people."
The thugs just grinned.
"Lois!" Ellen Lane stormed into the newsroom, "Where have you been? I have been calling you since last night!" She huffed as she took a seat next to her daughter.
"I was at a Charity Ball function for the Planet with Clark, Mother. What's up?" Lois asked.
"Lucy called and said you had something you needed to tell me…Oh, my!" Ellen spotted the ring on Lois' hand. "Is that what I think that is?"
Lois nodded, pleased to see her mother at least partially speechless for once. "Clark asked me to marry him last night."
"Wait, last night?" Ellen asked. "What was it you needed to talk to me about then? Lucy called me a few DAYS ago."
"Mother, I'd really rather talk about this in private. Can we meet for lunch sometime? I'm really busy…" She spotted Clark coming down the ramp of the elevator towards her desk and smiled.
Ellen followed her gaze. "Is that him?" She asked critically.
"Yes. Be nice." She warned. "Or so help me God I will never give you grandchildren." Lois tried to squash the little bit of guilt she felt at threatening her mother like that. The point was kinda moot anyway. The fact was she was going to have a baby, but her mother didn't know that.
Ellen scowled at Lois, "I am always nice."
"Since when?" Lois asked dryly.
Ellen stood up to greet Clark, "You must be Clark. I'm Lois' mother. We spoke on the phone…"
Clark seemed a bit taken aback for a split second but quickly recovered. "Oh, yes, hi, Ellen." He took her hand. "I guess Lois told you?"
"About the engagement? Yes, I'm thrilled! I can't wait to start planning!" Ellen beamed.
"Planning?" Clark echoed uncertainly.
"The wedding. The shower. Everything. Oh, I can't wait!" She grabbed Clark and planted a big wet one on his cheek. "You have no idea how happy you've made me!" She beamed. "I have to run. I'll see you later. Lois, call me about lunch." Ellen said before turning to head towards the elevator. "I'm going to go find a coordinator asap!"
Clark watched Ellen leave, completely dumbstruck. "What just happened?"
"You just became my mother's favorite person," Lois said in between fits of laughter. Realization dawned on Lois a moment, "Clark!" She slapped his chest. "I haven't even told Lucy yet!"
"Somehow, I think she already knows…" Clark warned, watching Ellen leave. "Or if she doesn't; she will soon."
"That's not funny!" Lois said, "Come on, we need to go tell her before hurricane Lane does.."
"Lois, hold on," Clark warned. "I need to tell you something. We probably do need to see your sister, but not about the engagement."
"What happened?" Lois asked, noticing the look in Clark's eyes.
"Superman just stopped a bunch of thugs from attacking a restaurant owner in Southside…your Uncle Mike." He whispered.
"Oh, my…Is he all right? Oh, my God…I have to go see him…" Lois rambled grabbing her purse and half dragging him towards the elevator.
"He's at the police station right now giving his statement," Clark said.
"Let's go!" Lois said, pressing the call button for the elevator. She swatted at a fly that flew in her direction. "OW!"
"What happened?" Clark asked concerned.
"A bug just bit me." She pouted, looking down at her hand.
"Are you all right?" Clark asked, looking down at her hand in concern.
"It really hurt." She said.
They stepped into the elevator car and Clark kissed her hand, "Better?"
"No." She said, pouting as she pulled him in for a kiss. "I think I need a bigger dose."
Lois glared at Mayson as she walked up to them, "What the hell is going on? My uncle gets attacked and all these cops are too busy stuffing their faces with doughnuts to realize what's going on before it's too late…If it wasn't for Superman…"
"Honey, calm down…" Clark said, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry about what happened to your uncle, Ms. Lane, but there's not much I can really do. I'm already overbooked on these cases against the Skins…" Mayson argued. "I can only stop them when the police actually do their job…"
"What about them threatening Lois? Or Lucy? Or their mother?" Clark asked.
"When was this?" Mayson asked.
"It was when Superman tied them up. They were talking about me having weaknesses in my family. If they hurt Lois or anyone…I'll…" Mike's anger began to boil to an extreme high as he fought to control his emotions.
"Unfortunately, it's your word against theirs, Mr. Lane," Mayson argued.
"No, it's not! Superman was a witness. You can call him in..I want their asses nailed to the wall!" Lois argued angrily. "Why are you being so…so…CALM?"
Mayson glared at Lois a moment then looked around, noticing the looks she was getting from the officers. "Come upstairs with me." She said quickly, motioning for them to follow. "Mr. Lane, I'll have my assistant come down to get your statement; then you'll be escorted home."
"Thank you." Mike nodded.
Lois and Clark followed Mayson upstairs to the DA's office. Once they reached her office she closed the door behind them then locked it. "I can't have you making outbursts like that, Ms. Lane. You could get yourself killed."
"So, Lois' life IS in danger?" Clark asked concerned.
"I don't know." Mayson acknowledged. "It could just be thugs talking trash or it could be a real threat. What I do know is this screams Intergang. Southside was supposed to burn down to a crisp. Every other business owner was killed except your Uncle. My guess is, the Skins were hired to finish the job."
"So, what do we do?" Lois asked, concerned.
"Stay out of trouble?" Mayson suggested. "Intergang is a powerful organization and if they think you're a threat then you will be targeted. Many journalists and investigators have been killed over the years."
"How do you know so much about Intergang, Mayson?" Lois asked, eyes narrowing.
"I'm afraid that's all I can help you with. I'm sorry I couldn't' be of more help." Mayson replied briskly, opening the door for them.
Taking the hint, Lois and Clark left. "I don't trust her," Lois muttered. "Let's find Lucy. I need to tell her about Mike."
"Okay." Clark nodded, following her down the hall.
"Lucy?" Lois asked, knocking on her sister's door.
"Just a sec!" Lucy called. The door opened and Lucy gestured for them to come in. "Come on in, Lois. What's up?"
"Did you hear about Uncle Mike?" Lois asked apprehensively.
"No." Lucy said, "Why?'
"A bunch of thugs from the Skins jumped him earlier and tried to kill him," Clark said, placing a protective arm around Lois. "They threatened you, Lois, and your mother's lives as well."
"What?" Lucy asked dumbstruck. "Is he okay?"
"Yeah." Lois nodded. "He's giving his statement right now." She sat down next to her sister taking a shaky breath.
"Are you okay, sis? Is it the baby? Oh, my God! Do I need to call an ambulance?" Lucy asked, noticing the pale look in Lois' eyes.
"I'm FINE, Lucy." Lois glared at her. "I do have a bone to pick with you, though." She said, wagging her finger in Lucy's face. "Why did you call Mom and tell her I needed to tell her something?"
"Because you do…" Lucy said with a smile, patting the small bump on her sister's abdomen as Lois tried to remove her hand from her abdomen. Lucy grinned when she saw the sparkle on her sister's hand and teased, "What is this?" She grabbed Lois' hand and brought it closer to her for inspection. "Did you forget to tell me something?"
Lois smiled, "I was going to call you this morning…but we were already running late…"
"Oh…I already knew. Jimmy told me last night ….along with everyone at the Charity Ball…I'm so happy for you…" Lucy said sighing, "When's the wedding?"
Lois laughed, "Lucy, you are the third person to ask us that…"
"Let me guess, Jimmy was the first, right?"
"How'd you know?" Clark asked.
"He's always impatient," Lucy said, rolling her eyes. "You did good, Clark. Very nice." She said, examining the ring on Lois' hand more critically. "I always hate those people that think they have to do some extravagant thing for an engagement ring. I mean, it is just so unrealistic to have a gawky ring like that. This is perfect. Not too big; not too small. Perfect. Congratulations, sis. I'd keep him." She joked.
Lois let out a light laugh, "You're so funny."
"I try." Lucy grinned. "Guess who's arguing her first case? Well, it's an arraignment…" Lucy shrugged.
"Nice…" Lois nodded. "The case on the Skins?"
"Yeah. Mayson will be supervising. I'm a little nervous, but I'm so excited. I love the thrill of throwing the bad guys in the slammer where they belong. Justice, you know?" Lucy asked.
"Speaking of Mayson, what is up with her? She seems kinda standoffish…" Clark commented.
"Really? I don't see it." Lucy commented.
"Yeah, she made some really rude comments about Superman the other day that kinda caught me off guard," Lois added.
"Who knows?" Lucy shrugged.
"Hey, Lucy, Mayson wanted you to consult on this new…" Lana stopped cold in her tracks when she saw Lois and Clark.
"Oh, Lana, hi. This is my sister, Lois Lane and her fiancé, Clark Kent. They work at the Daily Planet. I'm sure you've heard of them." Lucy said, introducing them. "Lois, Clark, this is Lana Lang. She just started here."
"We've met," Lois said coldly, narrowing her eyes at Lana.
Lucy noticed the chill in the air. "Am I missing something here?"
"Oh, it's nothing Lucy. Your sister's just threatened by me." Lana added sweetly.
Clark rolled his eyes. "Threatened?" Lois scoffed. "Get real!"
"Oh, come on! You seriously want me to believe you act like that in public all the time?" Lana sneered.
"If you're talking about them not being able to keep their hands off one another then …yeah…believe it. I'm a witness to it." Lucy interjected.
Lana rolled her eyes, "Well, I'll be seeing you around." Lana said, dropping the files on Lucy's desk and left.
"You're working with HER?" Lois asked aghast.
"Yeah….You know it's weird. They don't really ask the new employees if they've had any past relationships with current employees' relatives. They should really add that question on the application, huh?" Lucy asked sarcastically.
Lois glared at her. "Be careful, Lucy."
"Lana has a very strong vindictive streak. She nearly ruined one of my good friends' reputation a few years back." Clark added.
Lucy sighed, "Whatever. She seems nice enough to me." She shrugged.
"She's up to something. It is no coincidence that your ex-girlfriend just happened to get a job at the same place my sister works." Lois said grumpily as she pounded on the call button for the elevator in the Daily Planet lobby.
"I don't know. It could just be a coincidence, Lois." Clark reasoned.
"Give me a break!" Lois scoffed, stepping into the elevator car. "And don't think I didn't see the way she kept sizing you up…" Clark leaned in to capture her mouth, ending her tirade as the elevator doors.
"I think that's enough of that." He murmured against her lips.
"But…"
He leaned in to kiss her once more. "No 'buts.'" He whispered.
"You don't play fair." She murmured against his lips. "How long until we can go home?" She asked.
Clark glanced at his watch. "Assuming Perry doesn't make us work late for coming in late…two hours."
DING
The elevator doors opened and he tugged at her arms lightly, guiding her out of the elevator car. They arrived at her desk and found a mysterious package marked in black ink: 'LOIS LANE: SPECIAL REGARDS…THANK YOUR UNCLE MIKE. BOOM!'
"Oh, my God!" Lois stepped back from her desk.
"I'm gonna get the police," Clark said, dashing towards the nearest stairwell to change. At super-speed, he moved through the newsroom to get rid of the package. Once he was in the air he found the package exploding in his hands. He moved higher and higher to assure himself the explosion wouldn't affect anyone around him. After assuring himself the bomb had been disposed of he returned to the newsroom to address the broken glass window he had broken in his haste to get rid of the bomb.
"Is everyone all right?" He asked, looking around.
"Superman!" Jimmy beamed, looking at Clark in awe.
"Superman, what happened?" Perry asked, coming out of his office to discover what the commotion had been about.
"Mr. White, an unmarked package was left on Ms. Lane's desk…." He explained, showing Perry the remnants of the explosive device.
"Lois, are you all right?" Perry asked, concerned.
"I'm fine Perry," Lois said nervously.
"I think until whoever's behind this is caught you should double check the employees that come on this floor," Clark said sternly. "I'm going to take this to Inspector Henderson. He should know what to do with it." With that, he left to head over to the police station.
Jimmy looked around the room, "Where's CK?"
"Oh, he …uh, went to get the police. We had a bit of a break in the story. He's probably at the police station.." Lois stammered. Perry and Jimmy just looked at her dubiously. "Don't just stand there. Move! I have work to do." She huffed, pushing past them.
"You say this was on Lois' desk?" Henderson asked, looking skeptically at the burnt explosive device Superman had laid in front of him.
"Yes. I barely got to it in time before it exploded." Clark said as he paced around the Inspector's office. "Inspector, these people are dangerous. They nearly killed my fian….FRIEND."
"I understand that Superman, but like I've told Lois and Clark; until I can get some REAL officers on this force I'm stuck with dead weights that refuse to do their job." Henderson sighed when he noticed the superhero's disconcerting look. "Listen, I'll do a drive by Lane and Kent's apartments. I'll keep an eye on them. I know she's your friend. I promise I'll do everything I can to protect her."
"Thanks, Inspector that mean a lot…" He stopped.
"Superman!" The sound of a male voice with a Brooklyn accent reached his ears.
"Superman?" Henderson asked, noticing the superhero's attention was elsewhere.
"I'm contacting you on a hypersonic frequency that only you and a few bats can hear. I don't know where you spend your off hours, but if I were you, I'd be at the Arboretum, east gate, inside of three minutes…or someone is going to die."
"No…" He whispered before jetting off into the air, leaving a very confused Inspector Henderson behind.
Clark landed in front of a bench where a swarmy looking man sat with what looked like a small tape recorder in his hands. "Hey, there." He smiled, looking up at Clark. Clark moved to approach him, "Martin Snell, good to meet you." He waved the tape recorder looking device in his hand. "Some little piece of equipment…" He pressed a button and spoke into it, "Superman, let's talk." Clark heard the echo of it in his head. "Neat, huh?"
Tired of the man's games, he grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him up. "If this is your idea of a joke, you're going to need a lawyer."
"No, I won't. Because A, I am a lawyer. And B, this is no joke. I'll even give you the name of the person who's going to die. I think you know her…Lois Lane?" Clark glared at him, tightening his grip on Martin Snell's neck.
"If you so much as touch a hair on her head I'll…"
Martin smiled, looking at his watch. "Well, then you'd better hurry. I'd say she's got about, ohhhh, ten seconds? Think you can get there in time?"
He dropped Snell against the bench and ricocheted in the air towards the Daily Planet. For the second time that day, he crashed through the Daily Planet windows. "Oh, man!" The window installer yelled when glass flew everywhere.
Without a second thought, he flew through the newsroom, scooping Lois into his arms as he flew her out of the newsroom. "Clark, what…?" Lois stammered, looking down at the shrinking city below. "Clark?" He wasn't listening. He watched with his enhanced vision as a missile headed towards them. He grabbed it at super-speed, stopping it in it's tracks. "Clark, what's going on here?" Lois asked.
Clark winced as he crushed the missile. "Paint…" He muttered. "I'll explain later." He said, flying her back down to the newsroom. They landed in the newsroom in time for Clark to see another missile headed towards Jimmy. He lunged for it, intercepting it before it hit his young friend.
"What the…?" Jimmy asked.
Clark broke it in half. "More paint." He muttered grimly.
"HEY!" Ralph screamed across the newsroom when a missile hit him in the chest, splattering yellow paint all over his chest. Lois had to suppress a laugh.
"What's going on?" Lois asked.
"Somebody's idea of a sick joke," Clark said grimly. "Don't worry. They won't bother you again." With that, he flew out of the newsroom leaving a very confused Planet staff behind.
"This is silk!" Ralphs cried out, trying to get the paint off his shirt.
Back at the arboretum, Snell was still sitting on the bench, waiting patiently. Clark zoomed down at super-speed, landing in front of him. Without a second thought, he grabbed Snell by the neck and hoisted him up, "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take you downtown right now!"
"Easy…easy…I just wanted to get your attention, Big Guy." Snell wheezed out. Clark threw him against the bench.
"Well, you got it! If you ever come near her again I'll…"
Snell laughed, "Whoa! You get that look on your face you remind me of a few judges I know." Clark crossed his arms over his chest, giving Snell his best stare down, "Okay, cut to the chase: like everybody else on Earth, you've got me dazzled. I'm a big fan—numero uno. So, I don't want you to stop being the Man of Steel. It's a beautiful thing, it gives us all hope. But what my partners and I want is for you to stay out of our business."
"I don't take orders!" Clark glared.
Snell shrugged, "Fine. Call it a suggestion. A very strong suggestion." Snell took on a sinister tone, "Face it; you got your little red shorts caught in a bad combo of high-tech and close friends. Even you can't be two places at once, but our bullets can. So, where does that leave us?"
Clark grabbed him by the arm, "Let's ask the DA."
Snell nodded, "Sure, you could take me in, you're Superman and I'm just a guy from Paramus. But do that and two things happen—A, someone you care about dies…" He pulled his arm free, "…and B, my replacement steps in. Now, you don't want 'A' and I don't want 'B' so I think what we need is a little attitude adjustment. By that I mean, be the best Superman you can be. Street crime? Wipe it out. Terrorists? Kick their butts. Carjackers? Hey, I drive a Ferrari myself, put those guys in orbit….But you stay out of the Southside. I don't care if it's a cat chasing a mouse, you flash cape in that part of town, you're looking for an all-expenses-paid education in bereavement. Are we clear?"
"On one thing. This is not over." Clark hissed before flying into the air once more.
"Clark, what happened?" Lois asked. He hadn't said a word since he entered the newsroom. He had led her to the conference room then began closing the blinds. "Clark, you're starting to scare me."
He pulled her close against his chest. "I almost didn't make it." He let out a shuddered breath, pulling her close to him.
"Clark, honey, what is going on?" Lois asked exasperated. She'd never seen him so shaken before.
"I found the lawyer Bobby warned us about." He said slowly. He held her close to him as he recited everything that had happened from the time he had left. "I don't know what to do, Lois. If I show up over there trying to put out a fire they'll try to kill you…or Jimmy…or Perry…or Ralph."
"Clark…" Lois leaned up to kiss him. "Calm down. We'll figure this out."
"You need to tell your Uncle Mike to stay out of Southside. I can't protect him otherwise. Scratch that; he just needs to get out of town period."
"Clark, I think you're overreacting. Just take a deep breath…"
"What if those missiles had been real, Lois? You could have died…our baby…" He whispered hoarsely as he held her close against his chest. "I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you."
"Well, you won't have to find that out," Lois said, leaning up to kiss him. She grabbed his hand and pulled him with her as they exited the conference room. "Jimmy!"
"What's up?" Jimmy asked.
"Get me everything you can on Martin Snell and have it couriered over to my apartment. We're calling it a day." She said, guiding Clark over to the elevator after gathering her things. "Let's go." She said, pulling Clark into her arms as they entered the elevator car. "I refuse to let that man ruin what started out as a perfect day for us." She then leaned up and kissed him with all her might. "And don't you dare let him either."
The drumming of rain against the windows whined in the background throughout the night. Lois lay curled up in Clark's arms as they sat in bed after their recent lovemaking going over the files on Martin Snell. "So, five years ago Martin Snell was a staff council for Bill Church." Lois read off the report.
"Cost Mart again." Clark shook his head. "Keeps popping up. It's hard to believe someone that senile could be behind one of the world's largest crime organizations."
"Well, it's probably an act," Lois said.
"Like Luthor's act of being an honorable citizen?" Clark asked.
"Something like that," Lois whispered, flipping the page. "Let's see what we've got here. Worked in corporate acquisitions. Responsible for buying up overseas companies."
"Maybe Snell was doing Church's dirty work?" Clark asked.
Lois nodded, "That's what I'm thinking. I mean, we already know that Cost Mart has shown up everywhere Intergang's gotten a foothold….Where's that report on the history of Cost Mart?" Lois asked, craning her neck to look through the stacks of papers laying on the floor by the bed; yet not wanting to move out of Clark's arms just yet.
"Right here." Clark handed her the report.
"Okay, let's see here." Lois scanned the report. "Denver, 1975 is when the first Cost Mart opened it's doors."
Clark nodded, picking up another report, "And in the same city, same year, the first police report on Intergang showed up."
"First overseas Cost Mart: Australia."
"First overseas Intergang activity: Australia."
"And Bill Church doesn't have any type of record. Not even a parking ticket." Lois pouted grumpily.
"Well, neither does Luthor, but we both know he's guilty as sin." Clark pointed out.
"This is so frustrating." She muttered. "I mean, it's not like we can drag Snell into the DA's office. We'd need more than just Superman's word to get Mayson to even listen…"
"I know," Clark said softly, running his hands through her silky hair. "Did you call your uncle?" He asked.
Lois nodded. "He's going to stay with mom for a few days," Lois said, laying the papers back on the night stand. "So, what's the plan for tomorrow?"
"Work on nailing Snell to the wall, then see what we can find out about Bibbo. I've got a few feelers out trying to find out when he'll be back at the Press Club. So far nothing." Clark sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "I just don't understand these people. I mean, I was so scared I wasn't going to get to you in time."
Lois leaned up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around him as she straddled his waist. "But you did." She whispered, brushing feather light kisses along his jaw line, "I'm fine." She guided his hand to her abdomen, "Our baby is fine." She leaned down to nibble at his neck, "So, stop brooding."
"I'm….not…brooding.." He said half-heartedly. She inched her way beneath the covers, nibbling at his collarbone as she reached down to grasp his length, "Oh, God, baby…" Lois laughed against him as she inched herself lower, rasping her tongue against his erect nipples.
"Mmmm…" Lois moaned against his chest as he ran a hand through her hair. She pushed the covers back, allowing herself more room as she moved her hands to gently massage his upper thighs.
"Lois…" He rasped out in a heated gaze. She smiled up at him, holding his member in place as she lightly nibbled at the base, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. "Oh, God…" He moaned in pleasure as he felt her lips lightly caress his rigid length. "Oh, God…" he moaned as she hovered above his tip. She licked her lips; preparing to take him in her mouth. He watched in rapt attention as his member disappeared behind his fiancée's luscious lips; only to reappear a few seconds later. His head fell back against the headboard as he concentrated on the feeling of Lois' mouth surrounding his member.
Her lips tightly sealed around him as she slowly sucked up. "Oh, God, baby…" he moaned. The corners of her mouth twitched as she fought the smile threatening to overtake her face. His hips involuntarily bucked against her as she rubbed her palms up and down his legs. Her lips tightened around him as she slid her right hand tightly around his base; steadying him as she continued upwards. He felt his member graze against the roof of her mouth and let out another low growl, "Lois…"
Her tongue traced his quivering flesh, swirling random patterns up and down it. He shuddered slightly at her touch as she caressed his inner thigh, massaging it slightly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he fought for control. It was too soon. He wanted this to last forever. She pulled back slightly, allowing his tip to graze against the roof of her mouth. It twitched against her touch.
The feeling of her tongue caressing his member ….the warm confined of her mouth…the tightness of her lips around him. It all began to become too much. "Lois…baby…I-I'm gonna…." He felt her smile against his length, enveloping him once more. He felt her hands on his thighs, rubbing up and down. Her mouth…He struggled to remain in control, "Baby…I don't think I'm gonna last…" he pleaded with her. He felt her mouth slide up and down him more aggressively. "Baby…" He came undone as the waves of pleasure washed over him.
She suckled him aggressively as he moaned in pleasure. His hips arched against her involuntarily as he exploded into her. She didn't seem to mind; as she continued to suckle him until there was nothing left. "Oh, God..Baby…" he cried out. He watched with admiration as she swallowed the essence he had exploded into her mouth. Unable to move he let out a shuddered breath. She looked appropriately satisfied as she slinked her way back up his body, covering his abdomen and chest with open mouthed kisses. The heat from her breath against his skin sent a pleasurable chill down his spine.
She finally reached up and kissed him. He moaned in pleasure as he tasted himself on her tongue. "You are so sexy …" he murmured against her lips. He rolled them over so he was hovering above her. "I love you so much…"
"Clark…" She gasped in pleasure as he rasped his tongue against her pert nipple.
"Does that hurt?" He asked cautiously.
"No…it feels….Oh, God…" She moaned as he lowered his mouth over the entire areola of her breast. "Oh, yesss…" She growled, raking a hand through his hair, "Right there….perfect…" His hands roamed up and down her sides, resting at her hips as he continued his pleasurable assault on her body. "Baby…" she moaned in pleasure, fisting his hair encouragingly as she guided him to her other mound. "Oh, yesss…Cl….right there…" She rasped out tightening her legs around his waist.
"Oh, God, baby…" He moaned in pleasure, feeling the pressure against his newly reformed arousal.
"Clark…" She reached down to curl her hand around his arousal, gliding her hand up and down his length.
"Oh, Lois…" He moaned in pleasure. She guided his hand to her center, brushing his hand against her moist curls. "Oh, God…" He shuddered.
He leaned up and recaptured her lips, gently tracing the outer lips of her feminine core with his thumb. "Oh, Clark…" She moaned against his lips.
"Lois…." He moaned in pleasure as he slipped his hand in-between her legs, reveling in the feeling of her feminine juices on his hand.
"I need you…." She moaned, guiding his throbbing erection towards her entrance. "Please…please…." She pleaded with him.
He nodded, wrapping his hand around her hand that curled around the base of his erection. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly entered her. "Oh, God…."
"Clark…" She moaned in pleasure, arching her back towards him as he slowly sheathed himself fully inside her.
"Oh, God, baby…" he murmured against her neck. "I love you." He moaned in her ear as he felt her clench her inner muscles around his throbbing flesh.
She tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her as they moved together as one. "Clark.." she moaned his name over and over each time he hit a point of pleasure. He continued to drive into her over and over; she returned each thrust with a cry of pleasure and a bucking of her hips. He moaned in pleasure as she clenched her inner walls around him. The world around them slowly disappeared as they lost themselves in one another's arms.
Lois lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking; her mind in a dream-like state. "Clark?"
"Hmmm?" He lazily turned to look at her.
"When do you think it was?" Lois asked quietly, wrapping her limbs more securely around him.
"When was what?" He asked confused.
"When we made our baby…." Lois asked.
"I don't know." Clark sighed. "I mean, it could have been the elevator, kitchen counters…" He wore an amused expression as she lightly smacked him, We were pretty active that week…"
"I'm not complaining." She whispered, seductively.
"Definitely not," Clark murmured, leaning down to kiss her, "I've missed this," He said softly.
"Me too," She said sadly. "Kinda scary, huh?
He let out a shallow breath, "Yeah, knowing I have all these powers but couldn't do anything…" He shook his head and Lois placed a hand on his chest. He wrapped his hand around hers, "I'm not used to being helpless,"
"Me neither," She sighed. "I'm so glad that's all over. We can start trying to plan everything…baby and wedding…"
"You said you didn't want to wait long…" Clark recalled.
"Yeah, I think we can probably get something together in about a month. I'm almost five months now... I want to try and have the wedding before I have the baby. That way we're able to get settled in as husband and wife before the baby comes. Because once it does I know it's going to be hectic."
Clark nodded, "Yeah, but in a good way." He smiled at her. "I'm looking forward to finding out what the baby is,"
"One of the perks of the second trimester," She smiled at him. "I'm so glad all that morning sickness is done. Now, we can start enjoying the pregnancy advantages…" She slipped a hand down his thigh seductively. He let out a soft groan and she laughed. "Increase in sexual drive, check," She laughed when he rolled them over so she was beneath him, intent on repeating their earlier activities well into the night.
TBC...