Clark always had a vendetta against Lois' ringing phone, but this time he uses it to his advantage.

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Lois is panting beneath him, completely at the mercy of his lips attacking her neck, his hands pressing into her skin, tugging away at her clothes.

Her fingers are clutching his hair, keeping him in place as he continues to work on her.

"Someone's eager," she laughs breathlessly.

Clark begins to pull down her jeans, his lips parting from her skin just long enough to rid her off the offending object.

"It's been two days, Lois," he murmurs.

She swallows back the quip she has on the tip of her tongue, ready to tease him. Between their work schedule and Clark's still recent Superman debut, they hadn't had much time for each other.

So, they were making up for it in spades when Lois had gotten home early, and he told her there were currently no immediate threats to take care of.

Her tank top was next to go, followed by his shirt. They worked in tandem, kissing between moans and chuckles, completely high off of each other.

It wasn't until his hand reached to unclasp her bra were they interrupted.

And this time, it wasn't due to Clark's super hearing catching some damsel in distress, it was Lois' phone.

Their hands freeze, eyes shooting to the phone on the nightstand before their gazes meet again.

"Let it go to voicemail," Lois says, her lips swollen. She goes to pull him down, desperation written in her eyes, when he places a hand to stop her.

"Answer it."

Her brow furrows, "You're kidding me, right? What the hell happened to my gallant superhero wanting to have his way with me?"

Clark smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It could be important," he merely says. She huffs below him- they'd been getting hot and heavy for the first time in days, and before then, they'd been constantly getting interrupted by people who needed saving and deadlines that couldn't wait.

They now finally had the luxury of being with each other again, and Clark wanted her to answer the phone?

She hoped he was joking, or that her arousal fueled death glare would make him chuck the phone against the wall, but he only kept smiling at her.

Fine.

With a steely gaze still on him, Lois roughly grabs her phone, not bothering to check the caller ID before she's speaking into it.

"What?!"

Clark doesn't bother hiding his amusement at the frustration in her voice, it only annoys her even more too.

Lois sighs into the phone, eyes closing as she tried to get her bearing's straight, tried to focus on her employee's voice rather than the scalding heat radiating off of Clark and why the hell was he still on top of her?

"Jeff, why the hell did you call at this Godforsaken hour?"

Clark can hear the poor young man's stumbling words, how he'd gotten a lead in a story Lois was working on.

She shifts beneath him, her head tilting to the side in a vain attempt to disregard his presence.

"That's great, Jeff, but you couldn't have waited until tomorrow?"

Clark tunes out the rest of the conversation from Jeff's end, only interested in one thing. He knows he could use super speed- and he has made use of this advantage in the past when they couldn't possibly wait any longer to ravage each other, much to Lois' satisfaction. But he wanted to torture her a little bit.

"Well, out with it already, Mouthy McGee, what'd you find out?"

Clark stifles a laugh as he watches Lois' growing annoyance below. She tries sitting up against the pillows, but he quickly stops her with a hand to her waist.

She sends him a questioning gaze that just barely overshadows her irritation.

Jeff is still fumbling through an unnecessary exposition, and Clark uses it to his advantage. With his eyes still connected to Lois, he reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Her eyes flutter as realization slowly begins to sink in, and Clark doesn't hide the smirk he throws her way as he tosses the red lace to the side.

"Uh huh." Lois barely acknowledges Jeff's continued story, watching idly as her fiancé lowers his head, peppering kisses along her chest. Her muscles tense below the ministrations, body unceremoniously jolting into him.

Clark knows he's playing a dangerous game, because Lois can be loud, and he knew that her retribution would only match him play by play.

But that was the future, and his present was currently breathing heavier now as his skilled fingers danced along her porcelain skin.

"Clark," she seethes in a whisper, "what do you think you're- oh-"

His mouth closes around her left breast, tonguing her nipple and suckling lightly as his hand plays with the other.

"Miss Lane? Are you listening?"

"I-" Lois begins to speak when Clark switches breasts, giving the other the same treatment. He smiles into her skin as he feels more than hears the grunt that leaves her lips.

"Miss Lane? Are you alright?"

"I'm- fine, Jeff. Just continue."

Clark hums against her, and he knew then that if she really wanted to, she'd have hung up on the young reporter- or shove him away. But it didn't take an intergalactic superhero to realize she was just as in on this game as he was.

She got off on it- and he was going to help guide her through it.

Lifting his head off her chest, he watches her once hazel eyes had turned onyx under the slightly dimmed room. Her chest was heaving, and she wore an expression that could only be classified as one thing:

Desperate desire.

Clark could only guess it was mirrored in his own face, if only for the way his pants tightened to an uncomfortable level. He squirmed above her, caught the slight curl of her lips beneath the haze of her growing arousal.

He wouldn't let it deter him, however. He had a mission to fulfill. It wasn't uncommon for their intimate moments to be interrupted by his worldly duties, or her ringing phone. And he's had many fantasies of crushing the small contraption with his bare hands.

But likewise, he's had a fantasy of driving Lois to the point of no return while she tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy with someone on the other line.

He knew he was about to get an earful of teasing once all this was over.

Leaning down once more, he begins a light trail of kisses from her jawline downward.

"-and you wouldn't believe what I got out of his secretary- who's not just his secretary, if you know what I mean…."

"Get to the punchline, Poindexter."

Clark was between her breasts again, and he felt her hands latching onto his head. He didn't know whether she wanted to keep him in place or was urging him to go lower.

With a few final flicks of his tongue against her, he vowed to keep heading lower, causing Lois to let out a soft whimper.

"No- I heard you, Jeff- I'm just- typing."

Clark chuckles, his fingers gripping the edges of her panties. He gives her a faux innocent look and is met with a not-so gentle kick to his back.

"What are you-" he places a kiss to her abdomen, "typing, Lois?"

Her breathing grew ragged and she was throwing daggers his way, but still that cheeky grin was still in play.

"Shut it, farm boy," she hissed, "less talking and more- no, not you Jeff- yes, I'm listening."

Clark laughed at the roll of her eyes before continuing with his current mission.

He rips apart her underwear, the motion causing Lois to let out a squeal.

"It's- no, I just- thought I saw a mouse."

Clark feels his body vibrating with laughter, and he hides his face against her thigh.

Lois bites her lip in a futile attempt to stay grounded and annoyed with her current overzealous lover.

You are so going to pay for that, Chuckles, she thinks to herself.

She nudges him with her foot again, because there was so much of Clark settling between her legs with the added verbal vomit she was getting from Jeff that she could handle.

Clark finally looks up at her, could see her eyes glazed over with a combination of mirth and want- a now highly familiar look he'd been on the receiving end too many times.

"So, what do you think? Should I go ahead and ask the chief to-"

"Perry?" Lois almost shot up in bed but was once again stopped by Clark's massive hold on her. She growled low and sent another set of daggers his way. "No way you're telling the boss anything before you type up a rough draft. Remember what happened the last time you- oh my god."

In the whirl of sudden fury, Lois had momentarily forgotten about the man situated between her legs. Clark now had his mouth on her, and it was all she could do not to clamp her thighs closed around him.

Even a super galactic hero like himself could suffocate, but what a way to go, she thought.

"I'm- no- I'm just-" his tongue and lips were doing inexplicable things to her nether region, working her up expertly. Lois closed her eyes and took a breath to steady herself, "-so disappointed in you."

"What? Why? Miss Lane?"

Clark heard the younger man's whine and felt the laughter bubbling out of him before he could suppress it- not that he'd particularly want to. He was feeling rather impish that night, and it was throwing Lois for a loop, which was just a bonus

His mouth vibrated deliciously against her center, making her lip take residence between her teeth again. She barely suppresses a groan and shudder.

"You- you just need to-"

Clark's eyes meet hers again, a jovial spark in his baby blues that made her veins run hot with anticipation.

He continues licking her in a pattern he's so far perfected, knowing when to pull back just long enough to make her breath hitch before he's diving back and she's arching her back off the bed.

"I just need to do what, Miss Lane?"

Her eyes are screwed shut, and she tries focusing on counting the spots she sees through the blissful darkness.

"You need to- oh shit- listen to me-"

Clark's hands are now holding her thighs apart, keeping them in place as she keeps bucking into him with every new swirl and suck, working her up higher and higher.

He was sure he'd end up leaving a bruise or two, but past experience has made him learn to accept that she liked it when he marked her, even if it had taken him a while to be convinced, he wasn't actually hurting her.

"Listen to- I am listening, Miss Lane."

"Good," Lois sighs gripping the short strands of Clark's hair, "that's- oh God that's so good."

She feels him smirking between her thighs, and before she could shove him with her foot again, his fingers are joining in on the game and Lois is throwing her head back.

"Jesus Christ."

"Um, Miss Lane?"

Clark dares to peek up at her, neck exposed as her mouth hung open, her phone loosely being held up to her ear. He didn't need to use his super hearing to hear Jeff now.

"Err- Miss Lane? Uh… Lois? Are you- alright? Should I-"

Finally, Lois blinks down at Clark, licking her lips in an almost mirroring manner to him. She holds the phone to her ear again, "Do me a favor, Jeff?" She doesn't wait to hear his acknowledgement, "don't call me again at this hour."

She throws the phone off to the other side of the bed, where it bounces on the mattress before it lands on the floor with a clank!

"Oh, you are so dead."

"I'm disappointed, Lois," Clark smacks his lips as he ceases his movements for a beat, "I thought you would last longer."

"Funny, I recall telling you the same thing when I was- oh God, Clark!"

It's not long before he's working her up faster, using a touch of super speed for good measure to edge her closer. Soon enough, she's quaking beneath him, calling out his name in ecstasy as her eyes shut out of their own volition.

His hair was still firmly gripped between her fingers as she slowly came down from her high, his mouth still working her down through the aftershocks.

Lois waits for the buzzing in her ears to cease- blinking up against the growing darkness in the room, just faintly cast in a moonlit glow through the open curtains.

"Well, Smallville," she clears her throat, meeting his gaze, "you could've told me you had a phone fetish."

He grins up her, lets her stroke his hair once more through before he's kissing up her sweat soaked skin. His tongue darts out between her breasts, tasting her salty skin once before pressing his lips to hers.

"It's not the phone, Lois."

Her brow arches, "Was it Jeff?"

A choked laugh leaves him, "Lois,"

"You know, I think you might have traumatized the boy."

"We?"

She rolls her eyes, "Well, I wasn't the one tricked into a one-way phone sex."

"I'm sure he was just- concerned if you saw a mouse."

She punches his shoulder when he laughs , "Shut it, mister. You know what this means, right?"

He gives her his best puppy eyes, his hands softly stroking her arms, "What, Lois?"

She leans up to whisper in his ear, reveling in the slight gulp she sees, "Retaliation."

"I'm looking forward to that."

Lois shakes her head, a teasing laugh leaving her, "Oh, I don't think you are, funny man." She snakes her arms around his neck, pulling him down, "you might just find a surprise under your desk at work."

His eyes turned murky with what she discerned to be a mixture of fear and dark desire- the kind she saw when he was on red kryptonite.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, I think we both know I would."

He squirms on top of her, and she smirks. She wraps both legs around him, effectively making his need meet her center.

"Lois."

"Payback's a bitch, hun," she pecks his lips, "Try to work on your poker face, will you?" He gulps in response. "You're going to have to keep a low profile."

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AN: I might be tempted to continue this one for Lois' revenge, which is an idea I've always had lol As always, any feedback is more than appreciated xo