Clark helps Lois unwind when he finds her working another late night at the Daily Planet.

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Clark stops just outside of the copy room, watching through the window as Lois stacked a pile of papers on the desk. He shakes his head.

It was well after hours at the Daily Planet now, even for his stubborn and determined fiancée. She knew he worried about her- and not because he told her… not with words, anyway. Clark found himself dropping off dinner and coffee at her office on many occasions, in between trying to meet his own deadlines and flying the night skies.

"You need to find time to take a break, relax."

"Look who's talking, Superman."

They'd argued on the subject once or twice… of how many hours Lois had been putting in the last couple of weeks, ever since Lex announced his run for presidency. The first few times had made Lois laugh, giving him a swift slap to the chest followed by a quip and a kiss before she was back milling through the halls of the Daily Planet, usually with a manic Jeff or Jimmy in tow.

The other times they'd fought were rarer, and far between. Because as much as they'd been bantering since they met, they seldom had any actual blow outs. But when Lois had missed yet another dinner date because she'd lost track of time at work once a new lead came in, Clark hadn't shied from letting her know how upset he was.

"It's not just the fact that I suddenly feel like a second priority to you, but I'm worried about you, Lois."

"Clark, I worry about you every time you take to the skies- intergalactic super house or not, you're still my fiancé. That, in no way, compares to what I'm doing."

"I wasn't comparing them, Lois. I just think you need to stop every once in a while to take care of yourself."

"Don't you think I know that? And missing one dinner doesn't automatically dump you to the number two slot. I can't believe you'd think that."

"I never did until it was three dinners in a row. Now, I know I don't have the best track record when it comes to keeping dates, but I always let you know ahead of time."

"And I never held them over your head, Clark. That's the difference."

He hated when they fought- when hurtful words and hard truths were exchanged. And if it didn't end up in some angry slash makeup sex, then it was either one of them leaving the room with sunken eyes and a slamming door.

They'd tried, however, to never go to bed angry. If the years they spent together- as a couple and even before when they were only friends- had taught them anything, was that life in Smallville or Metropolis, phantom zones or ice fortresses, was too damn short. They would share whispered apologies and heartfelt kisses before succumbing to sleep in each other's arms, even if the following day brought another round of arguments.

Tonight just happened to be another go-around in their current messy routine. Clark had left the Planet a few hours prior, changed into his suit before chasing one threat after another. He hoped, but didn't necessarily expect, to not find Lois still hard at work. For a split second, however, he felt relief when he found her office empty. Those feelings were quickly shattered once he saw her computer was still on, and the coffee on her desk was lukewarm.

That's how he found her downstairs- with a stack of copies in one hand, a pen in the other, and her glasses perched on top of her head, hair now cascading loosely around her shoulders.

Clark takes a breath, opening the door to the copy room and closing it behind. The otherwise quiet and empty room resulted in a soft echo, making Lois jump.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he begins softly.

She sends him an annoyed look, and Clark internally hoped it wasn't going to be another night of arguing.

"Don't start," she murmurs instead, eyes tired as she redirects her attention back to the pile of papers in front of her.

"It's past midnight," Clark continues, taking a measured step toward her. She stood in front of the copier, and the soft glow from the few remaining lights in the bullpen made her eyes sparkle when she looked at him.

"Clark,"

"Have you eaten?"

Her lips quirk, "Three helpings of chow mein and a whole pot of coffee. Thanks, by the way," she ends quietly, eyes softening.

He mirrors her smile before stepping behind her, wrapping his arms around her front, "Are you almost done?"

Her hands drop the papers with a soft thud, placing them on top of his, "Are we going to argue if I tell you not even close?"

Clark sighs against her, "Lois-"

"Clark, please," her eyes close, gripping his hand tightly, "I just need to outline these documents-"

"And then you just need to start writing your next article before you just start brainstorming your next interview…"

Lois huffs, "I don't take lightly to mocking, Smallville."

He presses a kiss to her jawline, "I don't take lightly to my fiancée working herself to death, Lois."

"I've had five cups of coffee tonight, Clark, I'm not exactly mentally singing lullabies to myself just yet."

Clark lets out a slow breath, placing his head on top of hers. She was no longer wearing her usual heels, now wearing the pair of slippers she kept in her drawer for particularly late nights like this one. He secretly reveled in the greater height difference.

"But caffeinated or not, I don't think I have the energy to argue again." Her words were softer now, almost tentative. Clark realized then that she didn't have to be physically exhausted to be emotionally drained, and he felt a twinge of guilt. But he only ribbed on her about her long work hours because he was worried about her, because he knew she got grumpy whenever she got less than six hours of sleep, and it only made her work suffer, not progress.

"I don't want to argue either," he echoes her tone, holding her closer to him. A renewed sense of protectiveness and love coursed through him, but he was still trying to juggle the ways to comfort and support her, while making sure she didn't crumble under stress... all the while not pissing her off.

It probably didn't help that they hadn't had sex in nearly a week- as they'd kept missing each other with the long hours spent at the Planet, and Clark fulfilling his superhero duties. It kept them both on edge, and he felt like she was taking the brunt of it.

"Then… I think I'm just going to-" her hand reaches out to the stack of papers in front of her, but his own ceases her movements.

"No."

Lois turns in his arms, the finality in his voice stirring up mixed emotions in her, "No?"

Clark reaches to take the glasses off the top of her head, placing them on the desk behind her. "No," he repeats, pulling her body toward him.

Her eyes narrow at his newfound confidence. He currently donned his human disguise- the black rimmed glasses he'd been wearing for some time- but gone was the extra layer of the fumbling reporter. In its place was an air of cockiness she'd mainly seen when he made love to her as Superman. It wasn't like Clark Kent- her best friend and forever partner couldn't hone in the same level of take-charge attitude, but it was still a less than frequent occurrence.

"Did the red and blue spandex cut off your circulation or did you just lose your mind?"

The corner of his lips twitch, but he prevails, "You need time to relax, Lois."

"What part of five cups of coffee did you not hear? Or is all that high altitude flying finally getting to that super hearing of yours?"

He resists the urge to smile. He knew that a grumpy and overworked Lois caused a higher than normal quip exchange, but he also knew how to squash her instincts.

"You've been very wound up lately, Miss Lane." His voice was quieter now, gravely against her. He watches her swallow and knew he had her on his trail now. "Let me help you relax."

She wanted to fight it, the reporter mind that had been so long engrained inside of her all but wanted to crawl out- wriggle her way out of his hold and leave- knowing that if she really wanted to, he'd let her go.

But it'd been a while since she'd been at the mercy of Clark's hands or mouth or… other bodily parts. And while she wouldn't be the first to voice that she had this twisted love for a Clark that took charge, she knew he knew her weaknesses. And she suddenly felt unable to be annoyed at his ability to use it against her.

But she was also Lois Lane- ace reporter and certifiably stubborn 'till her dying breath.

"And how do you suppose I relax? When I have so much work to do?" It's the breathiness in her voice that makes his eyes brighten behind the specs, makes him pull her even closer to feel his growing need. She gasps against him and he smirks.

"Just leave that to me, Miss Lane."

He's turning her back around then, her back against him as his hand makes its way to the front of her skirt.

"Clark," her eyes dart to the bullpen just outside, looking for any lurking interns or reporters. It wasn't like they haven't had sex at work before, and they've kissed in open spaces in the past. But ever since she got her promotion a year ago, they'd tried keeping a professional distance when they were out in the open.

Sex at the Daily Planet had been reserved to her office… and the elevator and file room those two other times.

And even though it was well passed the time anyone else was at work- she even saw the cleaning staff leaving a half hour ago- this was as public as they'd ever been.

"It's just us, Lois," he moves her hair out of the way, letting his lips land on her now exposed neck.

Her eyes flutter upon his touch, and she grips the desk in front of her, "Clark, the files-"

"Are you really protesting some well-deserved release, Miss Lane?" The hand that was in front of her toyed with the hem of her skirt, inching his hand inside until it rested on her abdomen.

She lets out a chuckle that turns into a moan when his fingers touch the edge of her thong, "You know me," she breathes, "refusing to go down without a fight."

His smile continues a trail up to her jaw, gently nipping at her skin, "Stubborn, stubborn woman."

"Dedicated."

"And tense," Clark emphasizes with a squeeze to her hip, "I can feel you tensing up again, Lois. This is why I've been- how did you put it? Insufferable lately. You've barely slept," Clark inches his hand lower, just above her underwear, "you haven't been able to relax."

She knows she's positively dripping now, his low tone giving her the best form of auditory foreplay.

"Yeah, well, you haven't exactly been lounging around in your pajamas either..."

"I know," he pauses his gentle caresses for a split second, guiding her head to look at him, "which is why we have to make every moment count." He kisses her then, sliding his tongue past her lips at the same time his hand cups her mound.

She groans into the kiss, nails digging into his skin as she arches against his touch.

"Clark, please,"

Her voice is breathier than before- needy- and it makes him grin. "Now you want it?"

Lois bites her lip, resisting the urge to clamp her legs against his hand. "I always wanted it, I just couldn't make it easy for you."

He hums by way of response, kissing her once more on the lips before trailing down her neck. "You always keep me on my toes, Lane."

"Someone has to," she sighs. Her eyes close out of their own volition, no longer caring that they were all but on display. The past weeks' grueling routine had taken a toll on her, she knew. And she knew all Clark wanted was for her to take a break. But with her fiancé flying around, saving Metropolis and the rest of the world alike on a daily basis, with endless deadlines and an unhinged Luthor in their midst, it was hard to keep herself grounded.

But now, with Clark's hand working against her for the first time in too long, a warmth spread through her veins and she let herself surrender under his care.

"Just relax for me, okay?" He places a kiss on her pulse point, watching as she nodded in response. He felt her muscles begin to ease under him, and he took that as a sign to keep going.

His hand found its way inside the lace, letting out his own groan once he felt her soaked to the touch. He allowed her own low whimpers to fuel him, acknowledging the hand that still gripped his forearm to guide his ministrations.

He teases her entrance with his fingers, barely entering her before sliding back out to play with her clit. The motions makes her jolt against him, and he feels a surge of pride for how easily he could make her unwind.

"You're such a tease," she mewls breathlessly.

Clark chuckles, pressing a kiss to her neck. Her head was completely thrown back against him, eyes nearly closed as he continued to play with her.

"I like seeing you like this," he murmurs. His other hand squeezed her hip gently, inching its way up her body until he was cupping her breast through her blouse.

Lois lets out a whine she'd later deny, lip caught between her teeth as the arousal in her veins numbed her into nirvana. "You're playing a slippery slope, Smallville."

"Always in a hurry," Clark sighs. He continues his torturous game, the hand between her legs nearly immobile, riling her up so slowly she felt like she could scream.

"I don't like to waste time, you know that," she grips his hand harder in a futile attempt to get him moving again. It always surprised her, to see him unfurling into this smug, dominating lover. She knew he didn't need the guidance of red kryptonite to unravel this much, but nevertheless, it never failed to leave her downright flabbergasted and desperate for more.

"Tell me what you want, Lois."

She's sure her lower lip was raw now, her teeth digging into the flesh as he continued to breathe against her. His body was this all-encompassing warmth, a safety net and a delicious path to inevitable bliss. She felt like she could easily drown in his arms.

"I want- you to move."

He hums against her, and it only makes her growl in frustration, her feet shifting ever so slightly. The movement makes the palm of his hand graze her bundle of nerves and another low bearing whine escapes her lips.

"Dammit, Clark."

"So impatient," he presses a light kiss to her jawline. Her head was angled so her eyes could meet his, and he almost laughed at the penetrable death glare she was sending him- the cloud of arousal behind her irises notwithstanding.

"I thought this was supposed to be relaxing," she relays.

"You're the one who's not letting yourself to do so, Lois."

His voice was too damn calming and hot against her, containing that gravely tone he reserved for their most intimate moments. It only made her wetter, she realized with a new ounce of irritation.

"You're the one who's not moving at the lightning speed I know you can."

"I want you to enjoy this, okay?" His fingers continue their slow pace, moving against her nether lips.

"I'm-" she lets out a resounding sigh, "trying to."

His fingers inch to her entrance again, sliding so slowly inside she knew she'd have crumbled to the floor had he not been holding her. "What do you want, Lois?" He asks again.

"I want," she gasps when he curls his digits inside her, "I want you to make me come."

He sets a positively slower rhythm then, thrusting into her with measured determination. It makes her toes curl into her slippers, mouth opening on a soundless moan as he drives her closer to the edge.

"That's it," he tells her softly, nipping at her mandible, "just enjoy it."

Her nails are digging deeper into his skin, the familiar coil in her belly slowly unwinding with each new delicious curl of his fingers against her.

"You like that?"

Lois could only nod, eyes shut and a string of sighs and moans leaving her lips. It hadn't taken him long to realize she liked it when he got vocal during sex. And it didn't matter if he was inside her, if he was making her come undone by the work of his hands or mouth alone, or even if he was the one at the mercy of her oral pleasures- it edged her closer when he talked her through it.

She wasn't surprised to find that Clark was inherently a quiet lover, save for his own versions of grunts and gentle reassurances. But she knew, with her own heavy dose of titillating incitements, that beneath the fumbling farm boy lay a firecracker ready to ignite her entire body with his mere words.

It suited him, and them alike, she thinks. For nearly a year, his voice alone- albeit hidden beneath a disguise- had made her fall in love with the side of him she and the world now called Superman. His words had always had an uncanny ability to find their way into her heart, and it didn't matter if it came from The Blur in dark phone booths, or Clark- her awkward friend turned forever partner.

He'd been almost shy and awkward about it at first, but like everything else with Lois- it didn't take long for her own strength to seep into him and inspire him for more. Because whenever he saw her coming undone by his own words alone, it was enough drive for him to suppress his otherwise meek self and let room for unhinged encouragement.

"You're so beautiful like this," his lips kept working on her skin as his fingers drove her closer.

He was still moving too slowly, and despite how fucking amazing it felt- because she knew he knew damn well what he was doing- her impatience was dwindling.

"Clark," she pleads on a low gasp. Her hands gripped his forearms tighter now, begging him for more.

He could sense she was impossibly closer, if the way her heart sped up was any indication, as the catch in her breath. He decides then he's ready to take her home, make love to her completely at least once before she could fall asleep in his arms, as fully sated and relaxed as him.

His fingers speed up, making sure to curl into herself again and again, pressing just hard enough against her g-spot. It made her curse out loud, and her body continuously arched into his hand at each salacious slide of his thick fingers.

"Are you going to come for me?" He gently bites down on her pulse point.

"God yes."

It wasn't until he pressed his palm harder against her clit, rubbing against her in time with his thrusts did she begin to jerk into his movements. His pace quickened, and he gave her breast another squeeze, urging her on.

"That's it, Lois. Just let go for me, I got you, come on."

The tightness that'd left her so unwound for too damn long finally releases, and she's coming against him with a loud moan. He continues to move his hand against her, letting her ride the aftershocks of her orgasm.

His name was barely a whisper on her lips, eyes still screwed shut as the spasms her body was releasing slowly subsided.

He held onto her, still kissing her now sweat soaked skin as she came down from her high. Her body was spent against him, and he knew he had to keep holding her up lest her buckling knees brought her to the ground.

"You okay?" He asks softly after a minute.

A slow smile spread on her face, lazy and wide enough to make his own heart leap. "Remind me," she licks her lips, "to not bite your head off the next time you tell me to relax."

Clark chuckles, low and throaty, "I'll do that," he places a kiss to her cheek. She turns in his arms, his own still holding her against him. "You ready to go home now?"

Lois sighs, eyes hooded with post-orgasmic bliss and the culmination of work-related exhaustion, "As long as you're flying or blurring us there, because I don't think I can even walk to my office right now."

He grins, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I think I can manage." He leans down to kiss her sweetly.

"I'm sorry, by the way," Lois murmurs upon pulling back, "I think I've been too hard on you lately. And for all the missed dinners and arguments and-"

Clark shakes his head, squeezing her to him, "It's okay."

"Is it?" She raises an eyebrow at him, "Clark, we've barely been able to make time for each other lately, and I'm pretty sure I'm mainly at fault here."

"I haven't made it easy on us either, Lois," he sends her a soft smile, caressing her cheek lightly, "which is why I think we should go away this weekend."

Her head perks up at that, "Oh?"

"What do you say to a weekend getaway- to a cabin," he kisses her, "or the beach," another kiss, "anywhere you want. As long as we're together- I think we owe it to ourselves."

Lois smiles, "What about Superman? Doesn't he have to be on the lookout?"

"I can ask the league to cover for me, and unless it's a world ending kind of threat, I'll tell them not to bother calling."

Her brow arches, a new warmth spreading through her, "Wow, I gotta say, Smallville, I like this take-charge attitude."

"I learned from the best," he grins.

Lois swats at his chest, making him laugh. She settles her hands around his neck again, "You had me at the first suggestion, Clark. I think we should do it."

His eyes brightened, surprised he didn't have to drag her out of the Planet, "What about deadlines?"

She shakes her head, "I know I haven't been the best at showing you lately, but no deadline is more important than you. Work can wait."

Clark smiles, leaning to kiss her again, "I knew I should have given you an orgasm sooner."

Lois' mouth gapes, letting out a laugh, "Smallville…"

"Come on, Miss Lane," he scoops her into his arms then, "let me take you home."

She reaches up to fix his glasses before settling her arms around him again, "You do that, Superman."

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AN: As stated in the summary, this is just going to be a series of little smutty stories with Clois. I've had all these ideas since I finished the show, and I wanted to compile them in one big story. They won't necessarily correlate or be in order, but they're within the same timeline/universe.

Please let me know what you thought, and if you have any ideas you want to share! Xo