Blue. Black. Or a combination of both?
Clark rummaged through his drawers to find the tie that would complete his outfit. Reds. Greens. Solids. Patterns. Anyone but the one he was looking for. He pulled his hand out of the drawer and stopped searching for moment.
"The next tie I pull out is the tie I'm going to wear."
He closed his eyes, and dug his hand deep into the drawer. After delving around a bit more, he stopped and pulled his hand out. He opened his eyes and stared at his chosen tie.
"Vomit tie?" he probed. "That resorts to no tie at all." He threw the tie back into the drawer.
The view around his room wasn't at all pleasing. A spectrum of ties thrown every which way, covering his whole room. He sighed, to tired to deal with this. He then super sped to retrieve the ties and put them in their respective place.
Clark didn't even want to think about sleeping. If he slept, he dreamt. If he dreamt, he dreamt about Lois. If he dreamt about Lois, he dreamt about having sex with Lois. And he didn't want that to happen to him again.
He'd began to do things around the house to keep himself from sleeping like cooking, cleaning, rewiring the televisions throughout the house, making lunch for his mom and dad for the next day, saving the world -- anything! to keep him awake.
Martha tapped at his door and creaked it opened, just a second after he was closing the drawer. Clark smiled as she entered the room, and closed the door behind her.
"How goes the tie hunt?" she said, sweet smiled.
"It's been cancelled. I can't find one so I gave up." he shrugged.
Martha began to wander around his room.
Clark's stare queried her actions. "Mom, what are you look-"
She grabbed a tie that was hanging from his bed post and held it in front of him.
"Here we go." she smiled. "Perfect."
Clark smiled and took the tie from her.
"Thanks, Mom." he blushed.
Martha looked oddly at Clark, who looked as if longed to pass out. Weary eyes. Drowsiness. Constant yawning. It had been apparent that he'd lack a good night's rest for a while.
"Are you okay, sweetie?"
"Yeah, Mom. I'm fine." he assured her.
"Are you sure?" she concerned. "Maybe you should take a nap before everyone arrives."
Although he knew she was right he disagreed with her. He flashed a forced smile at her and widened his eyes a bit to keep her from questioning him.
"I'm fine, Mom." he lied. "Besides the party is about to start and the guests-"
A ring of the doorbell downstairs cut him off.
"Are about to arrive any minute." he continued. "I'll get that."
He smiled and kissed her on the forehead before making his way downstairs.
"Smallville, you don't look so good." she said. "Then again, I never really thought you looked that good to begin with." She shoved the cake box into his stomach, causing him to arch forward.
How'd he'd managed to fall asleep from the time he stopped talking to his mother, to the time he came down the stairs, he'll never know. There she was. Standing in his doorway. Holding a cake box. Cocky as all hell. He must have been dreaming.
"Are you going to let me in or do I have to choose option number two: pushing my way past you?"
Lois waited impatiently for him to respond but he didn't. He just stood there looking blankly at her as if couldn't comprehend what she was saying. She cocked her head to the side and sighed an edgy one.
"I guess that means I have to go with option number two." She snatched the box back from him, then brushed pass him.
Clark stood at the open door dazed. Why didn't she try to jump on him? Maybe he wasn't dreaming. If he was he was sure they would be having sex in the doorway by now. Lois was actually here. He closed to door and turned to where Lois and his mother where.
"Mrs. Kent, I'm sorry I couldn't get you the right cake." she apologized. "I literally drove to every bakery in town to find it for you. I brought festive pineapple upside down cake. I hope that's ok." she anticipated.
Martha smiled at Lois and stroked her arm. "Lois, that actually was very sweet." she assured her. "Pineapple upside down is actually one of my favorites."
Lois smiled and handed her the cake box.
"Well, that's good because I'd like to change my answer to 'I picked it especially for you!'." she joked.
Martha laughed and placed the box onto the counter. "So, Lois what is this 'news' that was so big you couldn't tell me over the phone?"
"Over the phone?" Clark interrupted. "You two talk? Together? On the phone?"
Lois ignored him. "Well, Mrs. Kent, I decided to take up Journalism at Met U."
"Oh, that's so great!" Martha exclaimed. "And yes, Clark, we talk sometimes."
Clark's expression was a sarcastic but terrified 'Great!'
"Mom, can I talk to you for a sec?" he said, whilst pulling her into the living room.
"Clark, what's going on?"
"You invited, Lois?" he shouted, in a whisper.
"Yeah." she said. "Do you have a problem with that?"
Clark's eyes widened naturally.
His tone was appalled. "A problem!" he said. "Mom -- it's LOIS! Of course I have a problem!"
Martha arched her brows. She looked at her son as if he was a crazed man.
"Mom, she can't be here now!" he pleaded. "You have to make her leave."
Martha began to speak but soon stopped when Lois came over to them.
"Mrs. Kent, I'm about to go get my bags from the car. Where do I put them?"
Clark's eyes flashed over to Lois. "Bags? Put them?"
To make matters even worse.
"Oh, I forgot to mention -- Lois is staying with us for the night, so you've got the couch." she smiled awkwardly. "You can put them in Clark's room."
Lois smiled at Clark then went to the car to retrieve her things. He flashed his eyes back scoldingly over to his mother.
"What?" she said. "Oh Clark, it's not that bad!"
He forced a smile. "I think I need some alone time." He turned from her and began to walk upstairs.
"Clark, I seriously was going to tell you!" she, yelled up to him.
Thump. thump. thump. thump. thump.
Clark stomped back up the stairs, made his way to his room, ignoring his mother's comments, that begged for his forgiveness. When he got into his room, he slammed and locked the door. He began to pace around his room.
He stopped pacing and took a seat by the window.
To make matters even worse.
Lois walked into his room, carrying a gym bag, which she dropped in the middle of the room.
Clark turned to her and rose from where he was sitting. "Lois, what are you doing in here?" He was confused.
"The door was unlocked."
Clark walked over to the door. "How was my door unlocked if I locked it?"
She mischievously shrugged her shoulders and began to play with the buttons on her shirt.
Clark smirked. A sense of self confidence suddenly visible. "Lois, you may be spending the night in my room, but unless you are in fact sleeping, it's off limits." His statement being completed with an assuring "Got it?"
He opened the door and motioned for her to leave, then walked over by window.
Lois closed the door and walked over to him. Naturally, he turned to her. Momentary gazes being exchanged.
He caressed her cheek with his hand. She inched closer to him, stood on her toes, caressing the outline of her lips against his.
The tease from the shadow of her lips sent his heart afloat. Out of his head. Through the roof. And back again. He arrested her hips and pressed her to him.
"Don't kiss me back, ok?" he whispered, never breaking gaze.
He latched onto her bottom lip and meekly suckled at it, sending her clit to a frenetic throb. Lois gasped stridently as he sucked harder, passionately at her lip. Her knees started to weaken, she couldn't stand on her own. His arms adhered her, mouthing still devouring her lip, she clasped him with all dangling body parts.
A series of gasps, moans, and name calls where expressed as they collapsed onto his bed.
Hands tousled hair. Clothes where messed. Temptations where confessed. He wanted her so bad. so. damn. bad!
He rolled her atop of him. She sat up, broke their kiss, confused.
"Let's do it your way, this time."
Both's breathing grew harder as they locked for another avid kiss. She unzipped his pants and played with his erection. Pleasure pants escaped his mouth as he raked at the sheets.
No more playing games.
They unlocked when trembling lips went down to kiss his chests. Eyes still concentrated on the other's. She felt his insides tingling which made her laugh softy against his skin; making them tingle even more.
There was something different about this time. She was something different this time. Her scent.looks.actions.touch.kisses.
Soft kisses now…. softer…. softer…
He pulled her up to him and embraced her lips avidly.
She began to lift her shirt over head, and he quickly came to her help. On sight, he cupped her breasts and took one into his mouth. Moaning against, gnawed at nipples. The cold of his lips sent a reverberation throughout her spine.
"This isn't supposed to happen like this." he confessed, never letting her escape. "I'm not supposed to like this."
She looked into his eyes. "You mean to tell me Clark Kent is actually enjoying himself?" she teased. "That's a shocker."
Clark rolled her onto the bed at that, placing himself back on top.
"I guess that means the ball's back in your court?"
Clark kissed her. "No, but it does mean that I am enjoying myself."
Lois smiled and he kissed her again. He rapidly lifted her legs, and swiftly pulled her pants off causing her to gasp overwhelmingly. Clark smiled a vast one. She turned up her face, showing her disapproving nature.
"Sorry." he shrugged, still smiling.
Lois smiled back and her eyes suddenly brightened.
"Ooh, you know what I just remembered?"
Clark looked skeptical at her expression. "What's that?"
"Oh, you know what I'm talking about." she said. "Don't play dumb with me."
"I have no idea what your talking about." A kiss to her cheek. A kiss to her ear. A kiss to her cheek…
Lois pulled his face to hers. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Smallville, you got your strip show last time. Now, I want mine."
Clark sighed and let his fore head collapse onto hers. He began to kiss her, making his way to her neck, hoping that it would get her mind off of it.
"Oh no, your not getting off that easy." She pulled him away from her. "Now get up there and show me some booty!"
"Booty?" Clark shook his head. "You can't pull off 'booty'."
She frowned. "Shut up and strip."
Clark stood up and walked over to his stereo. "Music?"
Lois shook her head. "Nope. The sound of you bitching and moaning is music to my ears."
Clark was sardonic. "How sweet." He walked away from the stereo back to his position in front of her.
"You know my parents will kill me if they knew we were doing this?" he tried to persuade her.
"Oh, how you constantly remind me." She knew what he was up to.
"They could walk in any second." he swayed further.
Lois shook her head, he couldn't persuade her. "Makes it all the more exciting doesn't it?"
Clark began to undo the buttons on his shirt.
"Wait a minute." Lois said. She grabbed a pillow and put it behind her, positioning herself more comfortably and folded her hands behind her head. She nodded for him to continue.
He did so. He slowly pulled one sleeve of his shirt off.
"Put some rhythm into, Smallville. Your putting on a show remember?"
He laughed and leaned forward. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He began to move his hips in a slow, circular motion, whilst removing the other sleeve of his shirt.
Lois covered her mouth, shielding her laughs.
"What? There's no music so it's harder to find my rhythm." he laughed.
She tried to stop her laughter. "I can very well see that." she nodded.
Clark flailed his shirt onto her and began to wind his hips slightly faster. Again, she covered her mouth.
"You know what?" she said. "Where's that video camera of yours?"
Hips spun slower. Eye brows raised. "Video camera?"
"Yeah. I wanna make a video of this moment."
Clark blushed. "Aw, so you can cherish if forever?"
"No, so I can sell it to some famous Hollywood producer."
He became slow, almost as if he wasn't dancing at all. "What?"
"Yeah, I shall call it 'White Kent Can't Strip'." she joked. "I'll send it to all the hottest producers in Kansas. It'll become a classic."
Clark stopped. "You know what? That's it!" he jumped onto her, and pinned her to the bed. "No, more strip tease for you."
A kiss to her neck here. A kiss to her neck there.
"Alright no more strip tease." she agreed. "But can we at least think about that video? We could make a bucket load of cash."
Clark gaped in her eyes. "Your kind of annoying, Lane."
"And your kind of cute, Kent." she smiled.Again he rolled her atop. "Ball's back in you court."
She smiled and quickly helped him remove his pants.
She smirked. "Smallville, I never took you for a freeballer before."
Clark rolled his eyes. "Lois, do you want to keep the ball?'
She embraced his lips, and they both began to remove her panties. Completely naked now, she sat up and positioned herself for his entry. Silent whimpers escaped her mouth, she clawed into his chest.
Hands clasped her hips as he tried to force himself into her. She refused. He cringed.
He flipped her onto the bed. Ball being stolen from her court.
All else be damned. He couldn't take it anymore.
He brought one hand down to guide himself into her entrance. God, was she wet for him. Upon entry, he began to frantically thrusts into her, each one deeper - harder than the first. Her incoherent gasps danced around his neck, fingers clawing into his back. Her pants telling him want she wants. Her wall clenchings telling him her approval. Her callous gasps muffled, as she buried her mouth into the nape of his neck, kissing at his sweaty skin. Incoherent thrusts shared…. in unison now….
Yes, things were different now.
She wrapped her arms around him, desperately wanting him to fill her more. Clark abided, giving off more unfathomable fanatical thrusts. Again, she clenched, sending his mind on a whirl-wind, lips moaning. Hands clamped in his back, legs around his waist. Her strong muscles wrestled him onto the bed, setting her on top.
"Lois." His pants where that of a violent wind.
She smiled, breathing akin to his, and took his sweet wet luscious lips to her own. Simultaneous, sadistic, desperate kisses. She straddled him under her, and began to work up a slow grind. Intoxicating, teasing grinds. His eyes rolled far beyond him.
"I need you to ride me." He placed his hands to his sides, then back to her waist.
She acknowledged him with a sigh, and began to move in a carousel motion, quickening with every bounce. Up, down, rapidly, he arched himself into her with a thrust, matching one of her bounces. Her breasts bopped teasingly in front of him, and he sat up and took them into his mouth, sucking her salty skin.
"Clark" she let out a shrill gasp, legs and arms protecting him.
His panting grew hot, heavy, hopeless. "Ride me, Lois." He began to mound upward into her, casing her waist with his arms, fucking her. Pulling her waist into him, fucking him, she tossed her hair back. Stifle sobs, shouted at the top of her lungs. Quiet chants of his name to his ear, sending him over the edge.
He… she was on the brink of eruption.
'Faster, fuck her faster, harder before it's too late!' he told himself. They held each other tighter, closer as they worked up a grind like no other. Her hips churning at a punctual speed, 'riding' him senseless. He arching into her, fingers scraping her back.
Altogether now….. one….. two …..
Sweet surrender. Invigorating rapture. Gratifying release.
"Cllllaarrrrrrk….." She shuttered onto his lips, as they came in accord. He captured her lips with his own, and kissed her feebly, they collapsed backwards onto the pillows.
"Lois." kiss. "that." kiss. "was." kiss. "amazing." kissss.
Panting in overtime.
"I know." She whimpered. "It's never been like that?"
Clark shook his head soft but exhaustedly. "Oh, no. Hands down - best time ever."
He leaned his forehead against her own. There was a momentary lapse between them.
Lois was first to speak. "So, you really freeball?"
Clark rolled his eyes playfully. "I just fucked you senseless and you still have room to think?" he said. "Maybe I should try harder next time."
Lois smiled, breathing still hard, and took his face in for a kiss. She laid onto his chest, giving them both time to recover from this something that was above them. Another lapse was shared.
This time it was Clark who broke the silence. "It's not like I do it ALL the time." he confessed. "Just sometimes."
Lois rolled her eyes. "Clark?"
"Yes?" he looked down to her.
"Shut up."
He sighed a laugh. "Call me Smallville." Kiss.
Clark tuned over in his bed to wrap his arm around her.
Nothing. Noone. Nothing, noone?
His hands searched frantically over the bedside to locate her. "Lois?"
She wasn't there. He's fully clothed. Confusion, confusion, confusion.
He got up out of the bed, rubbing his eyes, making his way downstairs, where voices collided together. Laughing, conversing, joking was what he heard with superhearing. He reached the bottom of the stairs but stopped when he was greeted by…
"Smallville, outta my way." she ordered. "Potty break."
Clark stopped rubbing his eyes and smiled at her. "Lois? Where did you run off to?'
"What?" she was confused. "Smallville, I've been here all night. Christmas Party, remember?"
And then it happened…….
Clark took his hands and cupped her breasts.
Mouth's dropped. Voices gasped. Music stopped.
All eyes were on him. Lana and Chloe, shocked by his actions, shook their heads. Martha and Jonathan looked awkwardly around at the other guests.
"At ease, Kent!" Sergeant Lane said, walking over to them.
A traumatized Lois stood there, hands slightly flailing in the air. All she could manage to get out was a "Clar…… wha…. huh?"
"What the hell are you doing, Clark?" Lana spoke for her.
Clark, still smiling, searched around the room with his eyes. His smile soon started to fade when he realized that, unlike in his dreams, these people were not disappearing. He wasn't waking up, in his room, hot-bothered, in a pool of sweat. Then, his eyes caught glimpse where his hands were, on the breasts of a mortified Lois Lane. He 'accidentally' squeezed them to see if this was real, causing everyone to gasp harder. And oh, how real they felt. Oh, how real this felt.
"Uh, are ya gonna let them go?" Chloe finally said.
Clark quickly pulled his hands to his sides, standing at ease.
Lois, dazed, stood there, hands still in the air. "Sma….. ville…. boobs."
Clark searched around the room, once more, and quickly ran back up the stairs, almost unhesitant to use his super speeding.
Gossip circled around the room. 'What was thats?' after 'I thought he was a nice boys.' after 'What do they teach him heres?'
Martha began to walk up the stairs, a few moments after him, but Lois grabbed her shoulder.
"Mrs. Kent, let me." she said.
"Lois, I don't think tha-" she started.
"No disrespect Mrs. Kent, I think I should be the one to talk to him." she insisted.
Martha nodded her head. "Um, ok."