Guilty Pleasures
By Cyranothe2nd
Rated PG
Takes place 2 years before the movie "Superman Returns". Contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supes. I only wish I did.
Lois stood out on the balcony, trying desperately to light a cigarette in the high wind coming off the sea. She cursed, flicking the lighter irritably, until finally it caught and held. She lit the end of the cigarette and took a long drag, sighing in contentment. Richard would kill her if he found her doing this, but he'd long since fallen asleep.
Which was just as well.
Lois took another slow drag, enjoying the taste of earth and copper that filled her mouth. Her hands steadied, and it was only then that she realized that she'd been trembling. It was silly, what she was about to do, and if Richard caught her...
Well, that didn't bear thinking about. Lois stamped the cigarette out on the railing and put the butt in her left pocket, reminding herself to throw it away later. Her hand moved to her right pocket and she took at a sleek metal object, no larger than a cell phone.
Lois held it in her hand a moment, feeling its familiar smoothness. She noticed with an almost clinical detachment that she was trembling again. She turned her head, made sure the balcony doors were closed.
And then she pressed 'play'.
"So, where do you go when you aren't inhabiting rooftops?" That was her voice, light and a little teasing.
"Here and there," came the evasive reply. The voice was soft but strong, gentle but intense, and she remembered his eyes-cerulean, never leaving her face as he spoke.
Lois shivered.
"Here and there, huh?" her voice sounded from the recorder. "Am I ever gonna get a straight answer out of you?"
"You will if you ask the right questions," he replied in his almost-too-serious voice. Lois remembered that the effect was ruined by the quirk of an eyebrow.
Her heart constricted. She knew what came next.
"And what questions would those be?" Lois heard herself challenge. She held her breath, just as she had on that rooftop three years ago. Lois could almost hear him move with sinuous grace across the distance that seperated them, even though his passage made no sound. He had been standing so close that she could feel the heat from his skin, and it was intoxicating. She leaned forward a little, her eyes sliding closed.
"Do you really need to ask?" his voice murmurred huskily. And then his mouth had come down on hers, and Lois was drowning.
Lois' hand convulsively tightened on the recorder as she relived that phantom kiss. The feel of his lips on hers were so soft, so strong, and so incredibly right. It was like the knelling of a bell, ringing through every pore of her body, joy and possession mingled until she wasn't sure where he began and she ended. They melded seamlessly together, his skin searing through her clothes, his arms around her, his back beneath her hands, and she couldn't get enough.
This was were she belonged. This was right.
A small noise and they had jumped apart like guilty children. He had leapt into the sky and was out of sight before Perry had fully opened the door. Lois heard herself sigh, and fumble with the recorder, turning it off.
Static hissed for a few moments, before Lois rallied herself to press 'stop'.
The night was cold, and she was shaking. Why did she do this to herself? Richard was a good man. He was Jason's father. He had never abandoned them, and he never would.
Why couldn't she just give it up?
Lois sighed, and scrubbed a hand over her face. She suddenly felt like crying.
She heard the sound of the bed creaking as Richard turned over in his sleep. She looked down at the recorder in her hand. She closed her eyes, sighed, and did the healthy thing, the only right thing.
Lois pressed erase, and waiting as the recorder deleted its contents. And then she went back inside and slid into bed beside the man that she had chosen.