Takes place after the Thanksgiving dinner in Ambush. Clark tries to get Lois to stay quiet while her family is sleeping next door.

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She eyes him as they get ready for bed, notices the way that same smile he's had all night stays firmly in place.

Lois first caught sight of it when they were having their Thanksgiving dinner. She knew Clark and her father had apparently made up- although he'd been more or less vague on the actual conversation.

And now, as he turned down the bed, donning his white tee and gray sweats that hugged the curvature of his ass just right… he still looked like the cat that ate the canary.

"What?" Clark muses when he notices her gaze on him. She'd just changed into her own pajamas, but to Clark's dismay it was just a pair of pants with a long sleeve shirt. He doesn't think she was still over their half-naked interruption just a day before.

Lois narrows her eyes, "What's with the look, smiley McGee?"

"Look?" Clark asks, settling under the covers. He playfully taps the other side of the bed, making Lois smirk.

She saunters over and follows suit, settling next to him. "Yeah," she runs a finger around his lips, where his smile lines were protruding, "you've been giving the Cheshire Cat a run for his money all night."

Clark chuckles, his eyes dropping before looking at her again. "I uh, I hadn't noticed." His hand settled on her knee above the comforter. "I guess I'm just happy that things worked out. Your dad and I managed to- find some common ground."

"Right…" Lois drawls out, "and you're not going to expand on what that was all about?"

Clark swallows back, his earlier conversation with the general filtering through his mind again. He'd been itching to ask him for his daughter's hand in marriage since his arrival in Smallville, but knew he couldn't until he was sure Sam Lane wouldn't throttle him.

And when he'd more or less received the general's approval for merely being in his daughter's life, he jumped at the chance and asked the man in question what he'd think if he were to ask Lois to be his wife.

The idea alone made his heart swell. He never thought he would ever get to a place where he could find someone who would love him completely- know all of his secrets and flaws as well as his strengths.

He couldn't fathom how he ever lived a day in his life without Lois Lane.

But he still had to find the perfect ring, and figure out the perfect way to pop the question. And he wasn't about to spoil the surprise because Lois could be so damn convincing. He also knew he couldn't lie to her, she'd read right through him.

"Well…" Clark smiles, taking hold of Lois' hand as he remembered Sam's earlier words, "your dad confessed something to me, actually."

"Oh?"

"He told me I was the only guy you ever came to defend, you know," he gives her a teasing grin, "when he would give your boyfriends a list of chores." He pauses, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "He said that's how he knew you must really love me."

Lois bats her eyes, looks away as she feels her cheeks warming. "Yeah, well," she turns back to him, "he's not wrong."

His smile meets hers then, and she's moaning into the kiss as he gently rolls over her.

"Clark," she breathes when he begins trailing his kisses down her neck. He only hums in response, hands lifting up her shirt higher. It makes her roll her eyes, but then he's sucking on her pulse point and she's letting out a deeper moan. "Smallville- my dad-"

"Is in the other room," he speaks against her. He's scooting further down the bed, now leaving a trail of kisses up and down her stomach, hands toying with the edges of her pants.

Lois bites her lip, could feel the ache between her legs growing tenfold. "Clark," she tries again. When he stops to look up at her she doesn't know if the breath she lets out is out of relief or frustration.

"Yes, Lois?"

He's licking his lips, blue eyes darkened with arousal and mischief and it takes everything in her not to push his head down between her legs.

"My dad-" she heaves out a sigh, "is in the next room. I don't think we should-"

"Lois," he tilts his head, "since when are you so modest?"

She gives him an incredulous look, "What the hell is with you tonight? You're acting so-"

"So?"

"Bold."

Clark chuckles, dropping his head to place a kiss right above her belly button. She shivers at the touch. "Lois…" he inches up to be at eye level with her. Her bangs had fallen in front of her eyes, and he sweeps the strands to the side, "I'm just- glad you're here." He pauses to watch her swallow back, eyes holding back emotions.

It wasn't a lie- he was glad she was here, alive and well after he'd thankfully gotten to her in time when her apartment blew up. It had killed him to have had to wait to hug her close until the next time they saw each other.

And he was glad that he'd made up with her father as she'd done the same with him and her sister. It was just as important to him as it was to her that they all got along. Especially if he planned on spending the rest of his life with her.

But the reason for the ever-present grin, and the thrill that coursed through his veins had more to do with the fact that he was going to ask her to be his wife soon.

"I'm glad you're here, safe in my arms,"' Clark continues, "And that we got to spend Thanksgiving with your family. I know it was important to you, and it was important to me as well."

Lois feels her lips twitching, "You sure know how to talk the talk, Smallville."

Clark beams, "So?" He wiggles his eyebrows, making Lois laugh, "Can we…?"

Lois bites her lip, contemplating. It was still a little weird for her- getting it on with her boyfriend while her family slept next door. Usually, it wouldn't have been a problem, but she was still feeling the embarrassment from the previous day. She hated to think about what her dad and sister would have seen had they made it to the porch swing.

But with Clark looking at her like she was an eight course meal, his hands scalding his skin and the memories of what they'd been doing for the past week came flooding back… it was enough to make her succumb.

"Fine," she sighs, an unexpected wave of exhilaration driving up her arousal, "but we have to be quiet."

Clark snorts, "You mean you have to be quiet." He sets to help her take off her shirt, groaning when he sees her bare breasts. He begins nipping at her chest, "I'm not the vocal one in the relationship, Lane."

"And who's fault is that- oh shit," her eyes close when he gently tugs at her nipple, his hand working on the other.

Clark grins around her breast, sucking at the peak until her back was arching off the bed. He remembers all the ways he made her scream this week- all the places he'd made her come undone. The bedroom, the shower, that one time in the barn where she rode him on the couch until she was yelling out his name.

They'd even managed to get each other off when they tried to take a break from all the lovemaking and watch a movie. It only ended with Lois on her knees and Clark's head thrown back against the cushions.

But he had to get back to the present, because he had a squirming Lois Lane beneath him, mewling and sighing deliciously as he riled her up.

Her hands are on his head, and she's pulling and tugging the strands, telling him where to go. He knew she'd be bossy in bed, but he'd also be lying if he said it wasn't the biggest turn on for him.

He sets to trail wet kisses down her torso until he's reaching her pants. He's pulling them down and tossing them so quickly she has to wonder if he used some super speed in the process.

But she barely has time to think about the logistics of it when he's ripping apart her underwear and diving into her wet center.

"Oh God!" She bucks into his mouth, hands gripping his scalp and shit, that was anything but quiet.

He's pulling his mouth from her, and she groans in frustration. His lips are glistening with her juices, giving her a semi-disappointed look. "Lois,"

"I know," she grinds out quietly, "but that was your fault, you know."

He sends her a wicked grin, smug bastard, and dives back in to taste her.

It's everything she can do to not scream. Instead, she's grinding into his mouth- his heavenly sent talented mouth. Her eyes are fighting to stay closed, but she's learned she likes to watch him as he goes down on her- just as he likes to watch her too.

Her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, watching the way he feasts on her, humming incessantly with every sweep and suck.

He laps at her clit gently, just enough to make her toes curl into the mattress. He looks up at her and grins when he notices her watching him.

Her legs clamp around him, out of need and annoyance at the proud look on his face. Not that he shouldn't be proud- because Clark Kent should definitely be proud of the way he goes down on his woman.

He's pulling back just enough to slide two fingers inside of her, gauging her reaction. Her mouth opens on a soundless moan, the gentle intrusion making her eyes flutter and body break out into a cold sweat.

He's just as quickly settling back between her legs, licking at her nether lips as he continues to fuck her with his fingers.

It was a little odd for him, Clark realizes- knuckles deep inside of her- to have Lois be quiet as he worked her up to an orgasm. He knows if her family hadn't been there, she'd be cursing and moaning out his name so loudly the cows could hear.

Instead, it's little whines that leave her lips, sighs of contentment and need for more. It hadn't taken him long to know exactly what her body needed, wanted, and when she's undulating her hips against him, he drives his fingers deeper, curls them harder.

She's whimpering desperately now, heaving out breathy pleads of his name as he begins to speed up his movements.

His lips close around her clit, and he glances up to watch her eyes screwed shut. He knew she was close, her walls were tightening around his digits and it only made his cock twitch as he thought about plunging inside of her soon.

He sucks on her bundle of nerves just a little harder, and her body is tensing up as the coil in her belly begins to unfurl.

All it takes is one last hard suck, his fingers so impossibly deep inside her, and she's jolting up in pleasure. She's all but humping his face as he continues to work his mouth on her, guiding her through the aftershocks.

She doesn't think she can pry her hands from his head, her own fingers having numbed as her body continued to spasm in delicious waves.

It was seconds- or was it minutes?- later when Lois was finally able to open her eyes. Her vision was slowly coming back, but her ears were still buzzing with the euphoria of her orgasm.

Her fingers had loosened their grip, now raking them through his soft short hair.

He was grinning up at her, lips wet and eyes alight with too much cockiness.

"At least you were quiet," he sasses.

She's suddenly not sure if she wants to drop his pants and wrap her lips around him to punish him, or have him thrust inside her to reward herself.

Eventually, the desire to have him completely wins over, and she's pulling him up. "Try to keep up, cowboy." Their lips meet hungrily, and she moans when she feels his hardness pressing up against her bare thigh.

It's a silent game to undress him, Lois letting out a string of giggles as Clark stumbles to take off his pants through the haze of arousal. His shirt is next to go, and Lois isn't wasting any time to wrap her legs around him.

The motion drives him forward, the tip of his cock near her entrance and they both groan at the contact.

"Quiet," she playfully warns him, voice breathless.

He wants to scold her right back, because the whimpers she's letting out as he runs the tip of his dick against her clit are growing a little too much.

Instead, he presses his lips to hers again, thrusts his tongue inside her mouth at the same time his length is sliding inside of her.

She digs her nails into his back, and their kiss breaks as oxygen becomes too great. Their breaths are lingering as the sensation of being joined again fills their every waking need.

"You feel incredible," Clark groans out.

The compliment causes her lips to stretch, and she's leaning up to press them to his.

"Back at you, big guy," Lois sighs contentedly, "Now move."

He sets a slow pace, suddenly mindful of the way his old bed creeks. But his thoughts quickly drift away from matress noises because her inner walls are contracting against him and it feels so fucking good he has to shut his eyes and count to ten.

"You okay, Smallville?"

There's a teasing tilt to her voice that makes the fire underneath his skin break free, and that inner male pride swells when his deep gaze meets hers and her smirk is replaced with widened eyes.

His lips are attacking her neck then- nipping and sucking and biting at her tender flesh as he dives himself deeper inside of her.

"Oh- oh, God-"

"Quiet, Lois."

Her body shakes at the deep gravel of his voice- but more than that, it was the demand of his words that caused a whine to settle at her throat.

She's thankful he can sense her need to break free, because he's covering her mouth with his hand, gazing down at her with a warning set behind his deep blues and, oh God if that wasn't the hottest thing he's ever done.

Lois normally reveled in her ability to dominate in the bedroom. She loved to be on top, demanding all the action and direction in their physical intimacy. But in their short time of being together, she's quickly come to realize that her usual meek and shy boyfriend could unravel into a powerhouse that exuded pure sex, and she didn't mind the change in pace at all.

His thrusts were growing sloppy, and she was trying her best to meet him halfway as she gyrated her hips against him, used her thigh to drive him forward harder, deeper.

She felt her eyes watering with the desperate need to feel him come inside her, to see him losing control just as she was quickly unfurling.

His face begins to contort, and she knows he's just as close as she was. He would normally last longer, but he'd almost lost her and they were both still trying to work through the frustration of missed porch swing sex.

The hand that was covering her mouth leaves to rest on the headboard, holding himself up as he continued to thrust into her. His other hand guides her thigh up higher, and the change in angle makes her gasp out loud, but he's so far gone he doesn't seem to care anymore.

"That's it, Lo, come on."

He continues to fuck her thoroughly, and if she wasn't already aware that sex with Clark would ruin her completely, she'd be getting an eye opening lesson that night.

An incredible, so delectably welcomed, lesson.

She doesn't mind taking a full course of Clark Kent's lessons for the rest of her life.

She's close, so close she could taste the earth shattering orgasm on her tongue, so she's yanking him down for a kiss. Their tongues are sliding, it's messy and sporadic and dirty and God, she's closer than she's ever been, she's almost there she just needs-

The hand that doesn't have a visceral grip on the headboard makes its way to her chest, and he's tweaking and pulling at her nipples as he keeps plunging into her again and again and oh god it's good, it's so good and her eyes are fluttering to look up at him, opens her mouth to say, "God, yes Clark please, just like that oh god Clark yes yes fuck me yes god I love you yes yes yes!"

She's coming hard, bucking into him so wildly it drives his own release. He's grunting through his orgasm, her name a plea and a prayer on his lips.

The feeling of him coming inside is enough to send another wave of pleasure to course through her and God, of course Clark would make her come twice in less than thirty seconds.

It's a new record, she discerns as her body falls limp on the bed. Their bodies are soaked with sweat, and it's sticky and uncomfortable but she feels so unbelievably spent and satisfied she really can't find it in herself to dwell on it.

Just like she knows they were anything but quiet, and the thought makes her break into a fit of laughter.

Soon, his body begins to shake with the same level of mirth, and Lois doesn't think she's ever felt happier.

It takes a couple of seconds for them to gather themselves, as they'd continue to laugh every time they would glance at each other. It felt childish and silly, and maybe it was the post-orgasmic daze they were in, but it felt right either way.

"You think they heard?" Lois manages to ask when she catches a breath.

Her hair was fanned out against the pillows, loose strands sticking to her forehead and cheeks. He doesn't think she's ever looked so beautiful.

His hand caresses her hair, a boyish grin lighting up his face. Maybe in some other time he'd felt embarrassment- hell, maybe even by morning break when he had to face her father and sister- but right now, post-sex with Lois with the knowledge they'd spend forever together- Clark found he really didn't mind.

"Maybe I should have blurred us to the barn instead," Clark says.

Lois chuckles, her own hands playing with his hair. "Talk about a roll in the hay."

He grins down at her, and it's so beautifully pure she feels her chest aching with the love she had for this man- her best friend and forever partner. Their lips meet sweetly, and soon he's rolling off of her, pulling her body to his chest.

"You know," Clark places a kiss to her shoulder blade, "We still have to try the porch swing."

Lois groans against him. She knew she could go for another round in about an hour, but her body felt incredibly sore and spent, the idea of a rocky go-around on the porch swing made her feel even more exhausted.

"We're saving that for when the general and Lucy leave, Smallville."

She feels more than hears his laugh against her.

"Yeah, I figured."

It's quiet for a long moment as their breathing continues to settle. And if it weren't for his ability to hear her heart's beat, Clark would have thought she'd fallen asleep.

"What's on your mind?" He asks after a moment. He caresses her back gently, hand settling on her hip to give her a squeeze.

Lois smiles- of course he would know her this well. She half turns to him- just enough to catch his lazy smile.

"I just-" she bites her lip, almost in thought, "I'm just thinking about the future. Us- how we can- have this for the rest of our lives."

A slow smile spreads across his face, just as that same happiness tugs on his heart- the same one he felt when he realized he was going to propose soon.

He hopes his smile doesn't give himself away, however, so he lets out a low chuckle, "What? Trying to have quiet sex with family next door?"

She swats at his chest, "Very funny, Mr. Chuckles. I meant-"

He holds her hand to him before she could move it away, face sobering, "I know what you meant."

Their gazes stay focused for a while, gentle smiles mirroring each other. When the quiet gets to be too much for her, Lois is turning into his arms, her head settling on his chest.

"Although…" Clark takes a moment to pause, the gentle caresses on her back momentarily ceasing as well, "I think it's going to be a little trickier if our kids have super hearing too."

Her head shoots up at his words- eyes wide and a little bemused.

"What?" Clark asks, studying her face, "Too much?"

He knows they haven't talked about the subject of kids yet. But he's already told her she's the one- has shared all of his secrets just as she's shared hers with him. Their forever was only waiting to be further solidified by a ring to her finger. Still, he thinks he may have jumped the gun a bit.

But the momentary panic is quickly eased by the smile she gives him.

"Not at all, Clark," she pulls him down for a kiss, "Not at all."

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AN: As always, please let me know what you thought xo