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But, I'm doing the right thing! I can't be a mom, I'll just screw him up! Lois drawn by the depature turned her face to watch the back of the social worker as she headed out the room, Dr Emil following behind. The haunting cries of the baby ceaseless and fading as he was carried further away, never to return.
Chloe grasped Lois' hand inside her petite one, shoulders bouncing with her sobs and Lois didn't realize her own face was drenched in salty tears until her cheeks began to burn and her hand raised to feel the wetness on fingertips. The tall brunette sucked in air shrilly, as reality began to peek it's ugly head. The feel of a panic attack wracking her body as she squeezed her cousin's hand back hard like a life line...in fear...in loss of her child...in torture that went deeper than anything she ever felt in all the painfully cruel situations of her life. This one took the cake.
What the hell am I doing?!
Something inside her snapped. She just couldn't do this after all.
Lois tossed her feet over the side of the bed, scooting to the edge before finding herself on legs that weren't feeling too reliable at the moment. She didn't care though, she was determined to get her son back.
"What are you doing?" Chloe on her heels out the door and into the hall.
Long wobbly strides taking her to the sound of the baby still wailing it's head off. "Hey!"
Dr Hamilton and the social worker with her babe stopped in their track and turned around at the shout, seeing a weak but on a mission Lane heading their way. The good Dr caught her by the arm as she looked like she was about to teeter over when she finally caught up to them. "Miss Lane you really shouldn't be on your feet right now."
Lois ignored the Dr's concerned filled words, snatching her arm away and proceeded to swipe her child back from the haughty Social worker. The older woman turned her body blocking Lois' advances, expertly saying with a snip. "Miss Lane you've signed legal documents surrendering your custody of this baby to his rightful family. He's no longer your child."
"The hell he isn't." Lois growled, murder in her eyes. "Now we can do this one of two ways, Lady. You can so kindly as to hand me my kid while you're standing on your own two feet or from your ass off the floor after my fist is introduced to your face. Your choice, but either way I'm getting my son back."
Chloe gave a smug nod behind the brunette at her cousin's bold words, a proud smile spreading widely on her face as she watched the older woman nervously and slowly turn her arms with the baby toward Lois. The tall fiery reporter not letting a second more go by before claiming her son back in her arms that seem to be ever so aching to have him back in them. Her hair sassily flipping behind her as she turned steadily on heels to march back to her room, cousin in tow after sporting her own haughty look to the Social Worker.
"I'm sure the family will understand in lieu of the situation." Dr Emil spoke up in the stunned silence, valiantly trying to keep his smile to a minimal as not to further rankle the woman beside him.
The blonde couldn't cease the infectious smile on her face as she stood by the side of the hospital bed, carefully helping mother and baby back onto the cushioned mattress. Lois rolled her eyes but her lips betraying her as they too sport the same smile given, her son once again peacefully sleeping nestled safely in her arms.
"Ok you can quit with the cheesing." Lois smirked, her eyes glued on her son as fingers busied with memerizing the soft skin of his face.
The younger woman softly reached out smoothing down the black curls on the babe's head. "I knew you wouldn't go through with it."
"Did you? Because I wasn't so sure myself." The tall brunette half laughed with no humor, an uncertainty filled inside.
"Lois, you may have your flaws but giving up without a fight is not one you're known for." Chloe wrapped her older cousin and newly born cousin in her arms. "It's going to be ok. You know I'll be there every step of the way."
"Thanks, Babe." Tears filled her voice and crept into her eyes as she leaned into her cousin's half hug.
"I hope you know that's true for me as well."
Their heads turned to the side, toward the open door as one spiky blonde billionaire stood with flowers and huge, fuzzy bear sporting a blue bow tie with silver rattle. Lois smiled sadly through tears that seemed hell-bent to make an appearance one way or another. Her eyes taking in the solemn features of a man she dreamed of walking in her maternity room on different circumstances. Him being the father. But as it was, he wasn't. Though a smile was on lips she'd given anything once upon a time to have on her own over and over again, she knew better. Inside, she knew he was in pain.
A pain she very much was on the receiving end 9 months earlier...
"Damn it, Oliver, what did you expect? I thought he was you!" Gate slammed open to the pent house elevator as one fuming, brunette reporter stormed inside the lavish home of golden billionaire, throwing purse to the couch as she passed.
To say the least, the ride home from her encounters in the alley with the Daily Planet's photography Jimmy Olsen, trying to uncover the identity of the Green Arrow, was uncomfortable.
"It only took you 2 minutes of tongue and lip lock to realize that." Oliver's snarky words bitterly hanging in air as he brought the crystal glass of whisky he just poured to his lips.
"How many times must I say it? I thought he was you, okay." She fummed exasperated with his holier-than-thou attitude.
"So you keep saying." Was his flippant reply.
The glass flinging from his mouth as Lois' hand smacked it away in anger and shattered to pieces on impact onto the marble floor, "Screw you."
Oliver reached out, grabbing a hold of Lois' wrist before she could walk away, pulling her around to face him. "Look...I'm sorry. Color me green with envy, I just didn't like seeing you all over the guy."
Lois bit on her lower lip, she didn't like to fight with Oliver. She really cared for him and really wanted to work things out, more so than any other guy she been with. Things were tense as it was between them especially since they had yet to christen their months old relationship due to one interruption or other. It was endearing to see him so worked up over the idea of her being all on someone who wasn't him.
"Besides you could've been killed tonight..." He whispered roughly in true fear of loosing her to a group of low-life thugs, yanking gently once more on her wrist pulling her flushed against the front of his body. "...I don't know what I would have done, Superhero or not, if something had happened to you."
She leaned her face into his hand that brushed against her cheek, combing loose strands behind her ear. "What were you doing there anyway."
It simply wouldn't be Lois Joanne Lane, the Mad Dog reporter extraordinaire if she wasn't keen to the little details. She definitely wasn't ace reporter for nothing. But Oliver already had an answer on lineup knowing exactly the sharp nose of his girlfriend. "Police scanner, I got one since I know it is how you like to keep your ear out for potential stories. There was a disturbance called in from a nearby alley. Heard a description matching yours, so I dropped everything and hightailed it there in time for the show. Lucky I was close by."
"Hmmm, lucky you." She moaned not entirely buying the story, not an ace reporter for nothing. Her arms wrapping around the back of his neck, nonetheless, bringing their lower halves closer together. "Enjoyed the show?"
"I'm no Green Arrow, but..." His olive green eyes darkened at the teasing note in her voice, as he dropped his head lower, a scant breath away from her lips. "I rather enjoy my own show."
Her eyes closed with the feel of his lips covering her own slowly, tenderly trying to imprint himself over the kiss she received earlier. Whoever it was that she kissed in the alley did a number on her because as good as Oliver's kisses could be they were failing miserably in comparison to the 'real' Green Arrow. Lois' mind kept slipping back to full, pouty lips that spilled lava compared to the match stick of a flame Oliver's advances were doing. Mind firm in remembrance of the stranger, she kissed the billionaire with a fire that clouded his mind, as moans and smacking of lips filled the other wise silent pent house.
So clouded was his mind, he didn't realize their movements lead to Oliver's desk. He sat down on the table as her hands on his chest pushed him down and she climbed, straddling his lap in one fluent movement. Her lips crashing down in a heated kiss as he raised his face to receive her fire, giving back just as much as she gave. She swallowed his moans, as she pressed her hips into his swelling member and gave a moan of her own as his hands, rough on her shapely jean-clad hips rubbed her Centre against him.
"God, Oliver...I swear, you better not so much as answer a phone call" She hissed out breathlessly as she released his lips for much needed air.
To prove such point, he released one hand to shove in his back pocket of his business dress pants, grabbing his cell phone and tossing it across the room with a crash and clatter of pieces to the floor. Lois smiled down widely at him for his actions, her eyes hooded as the temperature rose between them in what finally after many close calls would finally happen.
Oliver led Lois down and over him as he laid back against the glass desk, their lips never breaking. His hands tangled in her chestnut strands, releasing the band and freeing her hair to waterfall around their faces.
She sucked in his tongue that lined her bottom lip for entrance. He groaned tasting the sweet honey pot of her mouth as his hands pressed her head down for more acess. Her hands slowly slid down under his suit jacket as they made their way further feeling the atlethic body under expensive dress shirt.
Lois teasingly latched her fingers over his belt buckle and purposely pressed against the swelling bulge against his leg.
"Shit!" He groaned from the sensations of pressure on his growing memeber.
Lois smiled wickedly with hungry eyes loving how his eyes rolled into the back of his head from her ministrations. She raised up to a sitting position upon his lap, getting herself off by grinding her core onto the hardness of his member. The mewls coming from her throat making him so unbearably hard along with the friction she was causing between them.
He lift his spiky blonde head from the table to stare entranced by her actions, her finger caught the bottom hem of her shirt, languidly pulling it up and over her trimmed body. Lois shook her head, hair flowing over shoulders, once freeing herself to the coolness of the room she was surprise steam wasnt visibly coming from her body by how heated up she was at the moment.
Oliver's eyes connecting with her hazel ones, showing in their depths how much he appreciated the view. The memerizing swell of pert breast covered in tastefully red lace with black fringe bordering the edges. Definitely not the color he would have choosen for her to wear but such thoughts didnt last long as rose colored nipples peaking through the thin material caught his attention. Instantly his mouth watered and the need to taste and touch her there came to the fore front as he watched her creamy mounds rise up and fall back down with her panting chest.
He wriggled underneath of her, her delicious gaps painting the room as his bulge connected over again with her wet sex. Even through the skin tight jeans he could feel the heat between her thighs rising and suddenly the need to be rid of the offending articles snapped in both their minds as they scrambled to alleviate the problem.
Their movements wild and rocking upon the glass table as they tried to take off each other and their own clothes to be connected skin to skin. With laughs and steamy kisses and frantic hands clawing at each other it was lost on one male since one perticular anatomy was being greedy with the blood flow. He wasnt careful in his actions and with a press of his calf against the underside of the glass desk, triggering the button hidden an inch back.
Lois liplocked with the blonde when a noise and movement caught her attention. Hazel eyes peaked up through her hair as the clock face what she once believe was solid slid open. In shock with eyes wider than saucers and heart that felt like it stopped within its cavity. She raised up from his mouth slowly soaking in the wall to wall gear of metallic arrows and bows of all variety of shapes according to their multifaceted purposes. If that wasnt a dead enough give away, the inside interior was a glowing green and, oh look, a green leather assemble!
Lois sat there dumbfounded, it wasn't everyday she was brought uttered speechless. Oliver looked up at her with furrowed brows, not understanding the bewilderment glued to the beauty's face. Until he dropped his head back to see exactly the scene that caused so much confusion to his girlfriend's features.
"Shit." He uttered the expletive this time without the same heat and pleasure as before. Instead panic iced his insides as the one thing he tried to keep revealed from the nosy reported this evening came out in full display anyway.
"No Green Arrow, huh?" Finding her voice, eyes glaring down into his handsome, repentful face.
The once filled room with sounds of heated moans and residence of pleasure now echoed with shouts and shattering of glass. Lois in true pitbull fashion made known her anger with multiple thrown glass objects.
Oliver ducked a crystal vase tossed at his head and it landed into thousands of tiny shards on the floor. "Lois, please, we can work this out."
"Oh, now, after I find out..." She tried to advance on him to get her hands around his neck but he kept the pieces of furniture he owned between them. "The sad thing is you knew how I would take it. You knew I accepted you as the Green Arrow and you still kept it from me!"
Oliver quickly grabbed another delicate piece from her fingertips before she had a chance to heave it at his head. "Good, this is good, this is exactly what we need..."
"Need?" Lois turned from him very fed up and exhausted from the night's events. She sighed heavily, after walking away a few feet she turned to face him, eyes hurt and pained. "Maybe what we need is time...time to think about this."
"Lois, I...maybe you're right..." The saddest part was that he didn't bothered to fight for them. "Maybe what we need is a break."
Lois swallowed the lump sticking in her throat, refusing to allow him to see her cry as she gave a slight nod. Oliver caught her hand as she proceeded to leave but she didn't look back, even when it felt like he was saying goodbye with finger tips trailing down her hand to let her go.
She held it back tight and wouldnt let the tears spill freely down rosy cheecks until she was safely alone in the elevator decending down to ground level. Not bothering to realize he probably saw the whole scene on one of many hidden security cameras adorned around the pent house.
It came as no surprise when one evening a few days later, after a particular long, hectic shift at The Inquisitor and trying to sneak in some online class work on company computers. Lois came home to her modest apartment pushing through the front door that always stuck, giving her a hard time to open.
There waiting for her with blarring flashes of red light on her answer machine, a particular long message. The twenty or so missed calls from one person in particular was a dead give away of whom it was from.
The tired reporter sunk down into her suede couch as the message rolled in the quiet, dark living room as she hadn't bothered with flipping on any lights. There she sat with coat still clad around torso and purse strap still on her shoulder. Heart crumbling into innumerable pieces with Oliver's words connecting with her brain synopses.
He gave a whole spiel, pain in his words but her own pain was the only thing registering. He thought it was best, for her, if he saved her from a lifetime of dissapointment. There would always be a call he would have to answer, interruptions that couldnt be helped. It was best for her protection against the alter ego life he lived if they just stopped now before things got too deep.
"Damn you, Oliver." Lois sobbed, these past few days brought more tears then her whole life in its entirety.
That was it, she needed an outlet and before she knew it. Lois was at a local Kansas Liqour mart, picked up a few bottles of some on sale brew in blue glass bottles since money was always tight. And soon back on the road with row after row of corn stalks on either side as the familiar yellow farm house shown brightly in the distance. Warmly glow of lights showing through the windows, calling her name.
A few taps sounded on the door before a shadow came upon the curtains spread against the window of the kitchen door. Latch slid back with a sounding clank before door open to reveal plaid red and gold flannel on a teasing smile that was always reserved for her even when she was an unexpected, yet expected guess. Seeing how she was a constant visitor in the short years she lived in this town.
The bright facade of nothing out of the unusual claimed the brunette's features as she held up two 6 packs of the cheap beer.
"Hey, Smallville! Any plans tonight? No, good." Lois spoke quickly as the whirlstorm let herself into the cozy home with a none too stunned farm boy left by open kitchen door. Too accustomed by the firey one's ways.
"Hello, to you too, Lois. No, not doing anything. Come on it, why dont you?" He snarked to the absent girl as he tried to keep up, even with all his abbilities he still was never quite a match for the human woman.
Clark rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him, wondering what antics Lois had in store for him this evening compared to other nights he shared with the outspoken one
If only he knew how shortly things would change for the rest of his life...
TBC.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Next chap is rated M for smutt as we see the night unfold between Lois and Clark that led to three. Stay Tuned!