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Chapter 4: About Last Night

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 guest. Seeing how she was a constant visitor in the short years she lived in this town.

The bright façade of nothing out of the usual 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 whirl storm let herself into the cozy home with a none too stunned farm boy left by open kitchen door. Too accustomed by the fiery one's ways.

"Hello, to you too, Lois. No, not doing anything. Come on in, why don't you?" He snarked to the absent girl as he tried to keep up, even with all his abilities 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...

The tall 6'3, blue-eyed, dark haired alien in all his plaid glory lazily leaned against the entry post of the living room. His arms crossed against broad chest as he watched his antsy reporter friend throw off her burgundy leather jacket to a heap on the couch, unzip her ankle high boots with careless plops to the floor and proceeded to get comfortable upon the family couch. He raised his brow, amused by her behavior as she made herself at home.

"Not that I'm not always up for drunk guitar hero or a marathon of shark horror movies, Lois, but I would thought seeing as how you have a boyfriend now. Hanging out with charity cases like me would be a last resort." He smirked playfully, yea he definitely had been around this torn way too long. And it being too soon with the awkward meter for him with just having lip-locked with said person not more then two days ago. A kiss that would of had him burning down the adjacent building from his hiding place in the alley if he was still a teenager not in control of his heat vision. Not that she knew any of that.

Lois held a forefinger up in the air, telling him to wait as she popped off a cap from one of the blue beer bottles tilting it up to her lips to drain half of the golden-red liquid inside before giving out a satified sigh and small burp. "Excuse me..." She said, bringing fingers to her mouth to hide a small embarrassed smile and took another quick sip. "...Ex Boyfriend..."

"What?" He nodded his head toward her in disbelief. Even with the superhearing, he didn't quite believe or understand what his ears just heard.

"As in no longer dating...geez Smallville,try to keep up." She teased taking a bottle from one of the six packs and tossing it toward him as he stumbled to catch the bottle with the words spilled from her lips. Helping his dorky image out, not like it needed much help to begin with.

"Mind running that by me again?" The question bouncing from his tongue as the pit in his stomach bottomed out to a black abyss.

This was exactly why he vehemently disagreed with helping out Oliver in his cause. He knew better than anyone the burden of trying to protect those close to him from his secret and it was why he agreed eventually to pull the wool over Lois' eyes. It wasn't something he felt good about doing, lying to his friends or anyone really. He just prayed it wasn't because of one heated kiss that caught him off guard in a dark alley those days ago. A kiss he would be lying if he didn't say haunted his dreams since then. Mind wondering down guttered paths of crushed velvet and a bare Lois under-

Clark shook his head, feeling even more guilty by the stray path his mind took as he tried to focus on the situation at hand. A heartbroken Lois who was working on her second bottle of beer without his notice. "Wh-What happened?..." He shook his head again at his insensitivity, pushing his free hand into his front pocket as he stepped further into the room "Lois, are you ok?"

The tall brunette motioned him to start drinking as she downed the second bottle. "I've cried enough to write a tear-jerker if that's what you're asking. So I'm done with being a walking "cliche" and I'm ready to start living. So come on, Smallville, drink up. Chop-Chop."

He dropped himself down beside her, hands pulling the bottle from her mouth, seeing she started a third. "Hey!"

"Don't you think you should slow down?" He asked worriedly as she swiped the back of her hand against her chin from the splash his actions caused.

"I'm a bleeding heart here, Smallville...maybe you should start and do a lot less yammering." Lois smirked, a shapely-fine eyebrow raised over hazel eyes.

"You know I don't drink." Not like it affected him anyway, he just really didnt care for the hoppy taste.

"It's no fun to drink alone." Her smile met with a set jaw and concerned-filled eyes. "Look, fine, you want me to open up? I'll spill my guts to you in the morning. Right now, I'm done with matters of the heart. Just give me tonight and I swear I'll go all 'Alcoholics Anonymous' on ya if you promise to drink half of these and I'll tackle the other half."

"Lois that's a whole pack each." Clark pointed out with a scoff. She couldn't be serious, but then again this was Lois Lane he was dealing with.

"Well, then you better get started since I'm two bottles ahead." The mischievous glint in her eyes had him on edge, but like everything with Lois she was infectious and hard pressed not to contract. Clark felt himself giving in as a wide beam crossed his face, watching as she grabbed up another bottle. Besides, him being immune to alcohol was a good thing. He could sneak majority of the beers without Lois' notice, keeping her from overdoing it.

"Alright, to tonight." He relented, raising up and clanked his, well her half drunk beer bottle with her freshly open one.

"Thata' boy, Smallville, join the dark side for once." She gave a mad scientist cackle, well try to.

The blue-eyed alien just shook his head amused at her try on a maniacal laugh just to fail poorly and hiccup at the end with a silly embarrassed grin. With a roll of ocean blues, Clark brought up the liquid he was already cringing in anticipation of the taste to mouth and took a big gulp. Might as well get rid of the beer as fast as possible, the sooner the night will come to a close and he can put a passed out Lois to bed and finally enjoy the peace he wanted of his night alone.

Lois would kill him if she knew he wasn't really up for her company tonight and rather spend it mauling over the fact his ex was now off limits as Smallville's Mrs Lex Luther. Yea, she would for sure rip him a new one if she knew of his pathetic plans for the night but seeing as how Lois sober was reckless enough, he dared not leave her to her own devices especially knowing she harbored the throes of a break up.

So why was that information sending a lil thrill through the course of his heart that he thought only one raven hair girl possessed? To say he hadn't thought about Lois since the kiss they shared in the middle of a dingy alley, for since, it harbored every wet and day dream in the span of those few days...

Mind snapping from the gutter as the golden-red brew assaulted his taste buds and having him half gasping and spewing the liquid from mouth. Lois head snapped up to him as he coughed, a humor filled gleam set on her lips that spilled laughter. "Maybe I should have gotten you Kool-aid instead. You ok there, Farm boy?"

Catching some air as the drink passed down to stomach and entered his system, burning a trail as it went. Fire and Ice just like the all consuming woman in his presence. For a mere second Lois' brows scrunched up on her head as she caught a flash of red taking over her best friend's eyes before the cool blue of his iris returned.

"Never felt better." He replied with a cocky tilt to his lips before he stumbled back with hand to his head feeling a bit weird. "Whoa."

Lois laughed getting to her feet to help the King of Plaid steady himself. "Either you're more a virgin at this then I thought or these drinks has some kick."

"Yea." He replied uneasily, his eyes going down to stare at the blue beer bottle in hand as if trying to see it's secrets and why he felt what he did a moment ago.

The living room of the Kent farm house filled with the chuckles and boisterous laughter of Clark and Lois as soon empty blue bottles littered around and only three remained of the 12 beers. True to his word, Clark started out sneaking more than his share, downing the brew without the brunette's notice so she wouldn't wake with a major hangover the next day. Through his haze, he surprisingly found himself in, since he never been affected by beer before, Clark didn't notice that Lois drank more than he intended her to. But the state he was in now, he couldn't really see why that was even a problem to begin with as humor bubbled away inside.

Lois picked up one of the many empty blue beer bottles and began to inspect the label of its contents. She drunk beer before but nothing quite so potent for being so cheap, but usually the cheap stuff was like that. A dopey smile settled on her lips as she began to read aloud the contents of which they drank. Her legs lounging precariously in his lap, despite the hardening feel against her thigh, they were both ignoring that the other felt.

Clark was a red-blooded testosterone filled male after all, not tendencies he usually directed her way with his small one-way-track of a mind always ever occupied by one doe-eyed raven hair girl. Now though, it was just them; Lois and Clark, two young adults. Male. Female. And alone. Two adjectives never before as haphazard as it was in that moment.

Especially since his strong farmer-calloused hands played idly with her loose hair that just happen to be draped about her bare shoulder sporting a thin strap to her sky-blue tank top. That as well being idly toyed with by his fingers since it was just so close by. His rough skin absent mindedly brushing against the silky contrast of skin to his own, every now and again, causing her to almost falter in her words. She raised a shapely manicured brow to him, indeed asking, 'Do you mind? I'm trying to read here'. His nerve of a reply was to plaster on a boyish, playful grin and shrug lazily.

Never before even with a few beers were his attentions ever paid toward her in such fashion, he always had complete reign of his emotions. Ever the epitome of Chivalry, Saint Dom...Boy Scout. It never went past feigned hatred and banter with the two even though, not admitting to anything, they've become fast good friends over the years.

Now though...he wasn't looking quite as dorky as she always forced him to believe she saw him as. And Clark definitely wasn't feeling the pain of annoyance he always made her out to be. No, there was pain if his shrinking jeans had any say. To which, with the boldness flowing freely through him tonight, had him playing absently along her shoulder with his skilled fingers and rubbing his evidence of approval ever more into her thigh since she was the one lounging on him. Not that he was going to complain.

Lois cleared her throat and proceeded to ignore the bulge of his erection through his jeans and read despite the dryness she suddenly found her mouth. "Made from Smallville's finest home grown hops. Cultivated in its famous twice meterorite hit farm, that some would say its rich taste is in part due to the mysterious red rock...It even says the glass bottles are made from recycled pieces of laboratory fashioned blue meto-"

Clark snatched the blue-hued bottle from the more-then-tipsy brunette's hands. Almost practically throwing the giggling reporter from his body as he jolted foward to inspect the Brewer's beer summary himself.

Lois burst into a mad fit of giggles seeing the startled expressions claiming his face. "Yo-You look as though you seen a death warrent."

He laughed along with the tinkling laughter coming from Lois, her amusement making him forget his fear of the meteorite causing who knows what havoc to his system. The mixture of the two red and blue rocks to his Kyrptonian chemistry had a hand as well in him being care-free.

"We should play a game." Lois suggested when she finally calmed down, lips still in a taunting grin.

"What did you have in mind? Guitar hero?" Clark replied, wide charming toothy-grin answering her own.

Brow raised over mischievous glint-filled hazel eyes and a tilt to her head. "Something a little more...challenging."

They started with Strip Poker, Lois winning enough hands to leave Clark sporting only his black boxers and white socks. How she was able to focous enough with his bare-chiseled, broad chest staring across from her seated position, even she wasn't sure.

Clark bested her enough that she sat exposed in matching lacy red panty and bra set. Would have been the only articles on if he wasnt caught looking at her cards, entitling her to put on another piece of clothing according to Lois' rules. She opted to wear one of his plaid boxers that he had to agree to himself, she looked way better in anyway.

Not completing one game before they were off playing something else entirely, to where they found themselves now in a very risque, complicated position.

Lois flicked the turner on the small squared board. Arrow spinning wildly before slowing down and setteling on the color yellow.

"Come on Smallville, right hand, yellow." She spoke to him looking over her left shoulder at his face inches away.

Clark swallowed hard, reaching over the smooth, nicely smooth atlethic almost bare back except for snug red bra strap. To reach for the nearest yellow circle with deciding on playing something else when Lois claimed boredom with Strip Poker. More like she was getting a little worked up from over heating at the delicious view. If those sneaky, seductive, longing glances she threw at his chest during the game when she thought he didnt notice, was any indication.

His action causing his toned, rock hard body to blanket over her own. Chest to back. Clark swallowed hard trying his best to not brush his body against her back causing a delucious friction between skin contact he was sure would happen.

Sticky perdictament indeed.

Lois with mischiveous grin, had other plans in mind...though...unfortunately for one red-blooded male alien batteling the strange effects from the red meteorite infused beer and blue meteorite bottles.

Licking her lips and smiling wickedly in thought of the thing she was about to do. As Clark setteled his hand down on the yellow spot trying to keep his balance and not fall, Lois jutted her rear end back connecting with his groin snugly.

The little more than tipsy Lane smile spreading wider hearing the automatic groan from his throat.

"That'a banana in your pocket, Smallville?" She questioned innocently with a more push of her round bottom against his ever growing memeber.

His body wavering as he fought not to collapse down upon her from the pleasure. "Lois, dont-"

"Stop?" She supplied, swaying her butt into the nice friction his hardness caused against her soft, curvy mounds.

"No...Yes, stop! Clark manage to grit out as he bit back another ecstasy filled moan.

He didnt know if Lois was doing it to win or to get under his skin. Or maybe both, but if she didnt stop now, he wasn't so sure of what he wouldn't do.

"I dunno, Smallville, I think Clark Jr still wants to play."

"Lois, please...don't" He knew what his attentions were or at least he thought he knew. When his one hand came up it was just to stop her from moving more into his throbbing errection.

Where his hand landed, suggested otherwise and maybe a small part of him, the part uninhibited by the red-k, wanted to. That part he gave over control as it came to press up againt her taunt stomach.

Inches above the waistline of her panties, his fingertips skimmed against. Lois instantly froze in place, releasing a gush of breath at the heat searing her stomach from his huge palm. This wasn't part of her initial plan of torment toward the Farm boy.

Thoughts enter both their minds of what if? What if his hand traveled a few inches south; down between her legs.

Lois was in danger of bursting in flames feeling his fingers curl slow patterns against her silky, skittish skin. Rough, famer-calloused fingers. Strong...long...hard. With wobbly knees from his pleasurable actions, her arms and legs strained to keep from falling flat on her face.

She shuddered as his lips brushed against the outer shell of her right ear. Husky, breathy voice spoke. "Lo, you ticklish?"

He watched as she turned her face scant inches to stare slitted eyes at him over her shoulder. "You wouldn't dare."

As she spoke and stared into ocean blues, drowning in their depths and wondering if the Boy Scout actually had the nerve. Clark's hand slid against her toned thigh, up and over her shapely hip covered with his baggy boxers to her exposed side. Instantly breaking out the speed on his finger tips and had her bucking and squirming beneath him filling the room with her high laughter from the tickling sensation.

Not able to stay on hands and knees with becoming weak from her laughter and Clark's fingers on her rib cavity, Lois collapsed along with Clark down to the carpeted floor all the while laughing from the impact and antics. Lois reached over punching Clark in the arm as her face showed a teasing-stern scowl before quickly bounding to her feet to playfully run away.

Clark shook his head side to side with wide grin, Lois didn't realize the powers he processed. Super-speeding to her, his arms cradling under her knees and around her waist, bringing them crashing down to his bed on the second floor. To one reporter's baffled amazement but blaming the alcohol for the warp speed of space.

She was caught pinned down on the cushioned bed and instinctively with amusement squirmed wildly beneath him to try and get away not realizing the ever perilous predicament they found themselves in throughout the night. Clark's thigh cradled between the alcove of her hot center as her thigh pressed firmly against his ever present erect member feeling every ounce of movement she made. Sending licks of pleasure to course though his shaft from base to tip.

His breath harsh and throaty with pleasure as his hands grabbed her shoulders hard to keep her in place. "Lois, please...Stop. Moving."

Lois saw the glaze of lust in his eyes as he stared down at her and realized the reason for the serious attitude that rolled over him. Allowing her to not only see but feel the position they were currently in. A whimper of pleasure caught in her mouth as a slight movement from her beneath him, rubbed his thigh further against her hardening bud behind scantily clad panties. In the rush of his capture, speedily picking her up must of caused his baggy boxers to drop carelessly to the floor leaving her barely covered in the lacy material. A delicious friction erupted and she couldn't stop from slightly squirming again to feel the addictive sensation once again, much to one male's pleasurable dismay.

"Lois. Please." Clark shook his head trying to keep reign on his control, fighting against urges and willpower that was so very weakened by the red-k and blue meteorite reeking havoc through his veins.

"Ooooh...so...good." Lois whispered lost to the pull of sensations building, the alcohol frizzed brain not allowing her to think clearly as she just gave herself over to the feel of the moment.

"Lois, please, we shouldn't do this."

"Why because I'm not Lana?"

Clark shook his head, how could she even think that, with the all too wet-dream-vision she made beneath him. With the erotic details his brain been on since their shared kiss in the alley, none of it compared to right now. But, yet, how couldn't she think he would want Lana instead as the one he would be on top, when earlier in the night she was exactly the one he was brooding about loosing.

He spoke truthfully, though, when he said with head shaking no. "I haven't taught about Lana since you stormed through the door tonight...Honestly, I can never seem to think about her when you're around."

A thin sheen covered her hazel eyes as she fought emotions and tears from showing at his comment. Not having the words to respond back, she could only lean her head up to lightly meet her lips upon his. Softly kissing him as a thanks for what he said to her and he responded likewise at first, slow and gentle as if testing the waters. Fire soon spread from their touching. It ignited, as not at first expecting anymore but to give a friendly kiss, it deepened and became a hungry lip lock as tongues entered each other mouth, tasting and dueling for dominance.

Lois sucked in his bottom lip, taking in pleasure at hearing his throaty groan from her ministrations. Not allowing her to have all the fun, his lips covered hers greedily, making her mind fry and ripping her own moan from her mouth. God, he was a good kisser! And he thought likewise of her! They couldn't get enough of the sweetness from each others mouth and soon more was needed from their connection. The contact of their skin and their kissing wasn't enough, another primal urge since the beginning of mankind was building, teetering them to a place of no return.

Clark came to, breaking from her lips as he felt Lois hands sneak beneath the band of his boxers taking in his swollen length into her hands. His mind short-circuited as she squeezed and bit seductively on her bottom lip seeing his eyes roll in the back of his head.

"God, Lois..." Clark's words chocking off to animalistic sounds.

He felt as she pulled his hardness over the top of his black boxers freeing him between their squished bodies, feeling as she slid the thin material of her panties to the side and brought his swollen mushroom tip to slide teasingly against her heated, wet vaginal lips. She was ready and willing for him! Clark groaned at the situation he found himself. Kissing Lois was great, it was more so than any fantasy he had since their first time and even better now that she knew who she was kissing; him-Clark Kent and not some mysterious figure under a hood. But doing more as she was so willingly intended to do, wasn't something he thought was so wise with not knowing if he even could with his powers; super-strength being his most concern. The biggest ordeal of all, was what this all could do to their friendship that he valued above all else.

Lois stopped at the concern in his voice. "Lois, I don't want to loose you...I-I don't want to hurt you."

She smiled, lovely and wide at the care his eyes showed looking down upon her with such truth it made her heart hurt. "Smallville, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. I trust you..."

Sealing her words, she once again lifted up her head to kiss him softly, getting lost in the feel of his kiss as she proceeded to press the tip of him into her heated, slick entrance. He flinched away from her lips in a panic to make her understand there was so much about him he kept away, things she should know.

"We need to stop...There are things about me, Lois..."

Freeing one hand she brought it up to cup his face as she sprinkled little kisses and bites along his stubborn jaw to land one hell of a kiss on his lips and spoke against them. "I don't care...I know you, Clark."

She pulled back to stare green to blue, her eyes filled with lust and maybe something else he didn't want to over think could be there for him, deciding it best to think it was just glazed from a few drinks. She spoke bringing him back to her as she brought more pressure between his intruding shaft and her needy pussy, soaked and aiding his cock inside. "I want this...I want you."

For tonight, only, right Lois?, Clark thought sadly. He was no fool. But thought became non-existent as he bit down hard on his tongue and hands trembled on her shoulders to keep from crushing her with the feel of himself entering just an inch inside Lois' sopping channel with the help of her hands. She cried out the most erotic groan beside his ear with the feel of her vaginal walls stretching and pressing down all around to accommodate him.

"No more, Lois, I can't. I won't hurt you." He shook his head, hoping his words could make her see the struggle he battled.

Both her hands were at his face, forcing his eyes to look at her smiling up at him. "I'm ok, Clark."

"Lois..."

A finger to his lips to quiet him. "Do you want this?"

Do you want me? Even a bit tipsy, Lois was too afraid to ask for that truth, too afraid to ruin the moment.

"More than anything right now." His breathy, torment reply as he watched her lips curled into a satisfied smile.

"Then don't you dare stop me." She moaned and he followed suit as she brought her hips up to sank his throbbing cock deeper inside, inch by delicious-friction hard inch.

He shifted over her, raising up on his elbows to grip the bed as tightly as he wanted, safer then inadvertently squeezing her shoulders too hard and breaking them. He felt the material of his comforter rip between his fingers as he took control, pushing himself forward to slide the rest of his wide shaft inside her willing body. Slowly to not hurt her, he could feel her nails claw down his back, hear her harsh pants and sensual moans. Her heart raced it's beat inside his ears along with their bodies connecting together. It was incredible!

To the hilt of his cock inside her pulsating, tight sheath, fire all around his member like a scorching, velvety-glove just for him. His body stopped, not able to go any further and they became one as he was all the way inside of her and so very afraid to move. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. So many fantasies he endured, if he was honest with himself, about this moment. Even back then when she was just an annoying pain he would have one or a few dreams about her...but having her finally now...none of them compared.

"God...so good." Clark groaned into her chestnut hair, eyes squeezed shut tightly afraid to open them or he was sure something would ignite on fire. Maybe even his entire room with the way he felt.

He felt like a virgin again with the long absence of physical contact he had, only being with Lana a couple times but never with her as human and him with super powers. This was more then anything he could imagined, the physical restraint of holding back knowing he could possibly kill her if he wasn't careful, the fight of restraint bringing a power of pleasure unlike anything he experienced during sex before.

He heard a little laugh and brought his head up to see a sexy teasing smile on the brunette beneath him. "And the best is yet to come, Smallville. Move."

He did just that at her gentle command, leaning back, his shaft slid it's delicious friction out of her pussy as she whimpered from his movement. Clark looked down to her face to make sure he wasn't hurting her, and to see the haze of desire overcome her features as he slowly thrust back into her causing a cry of pleasure to burst from her mouth. He smiled cockily, sliding out and thrusting back in slowly a couple more times just to watch her face contort in pleasure and mouth moan out his name.

Clark was in heaven, and Lois was right there beside him taking all of him in and meeting him thrust for thrust as he felt her out and needed so much more. He was all the way inside and and like a second layer of skin upon her but it wasn't enough. Feeling what it was like now to be with Lois Lane, he knew it would never be enough.

He was consumed by her and would always want more.

"Lois, baby, you're so tight...Fuck!" He groaned into her neck, loving how he could make her whimper, such a erotic sound from her throat as he teasingly-slow ground circles- his hips into her open thighs. Their lower halves grinding together with his cock buried so deep inside her it hit the opening of her uterus causing sharp pain-filled pleasures to spasm through her core.

"Clark!" Lois screamed, nails gouging out lines in his back that instantly healed leaving small spots of blood behind.

He could feel the Kal part of him surface as he really got into fucking her, his mouth on her ear nipping her lobe between his teeth hard as he spoke. The slow grinding of his hips never ceasing, and her whimpers increasing. "What do you want me to do, Lo?"

How could he expect her to speak? When thought was even impossible to do as his cock did things to her insides no man in her past had ever made her feel before. All she could do was shake her head side to side and cry out nonsensical words to try and voice what she wanted from him.

Clark stopped all together still buried deep inside of her, his hand pushing aside the thin fabric of her lacy red bra to release the round, perfect mound of her right breast for his viewing pleasure. He could feel his dick twitch against Lois' walls and she would jump with each twitch, cursing out words for him to move now or she was going to kill him. He just smiled wickedly with a little laugh, spreading his luscious lips on her budding nipple and suckled deeply her flesh into his hot, wet mouth.

Lois' back arched bringing more of herself into his mouth as he suck harshly like a nursing babe, the things he could do to her body to make her sing. And boy did she sing, releasing her cries, filling his room with their love-making. She feared she may never survive this night, or worst yet, ever be satisfied by another man again who wasn't him. He teasingly licked his tongue around her rose-colored areola, waiting patiently for her reply. He wasn't going to move again until he got one, she knew it, but it was so fucking hard to think, to talk when sensations was all she could process especially with his mouth now moving to give the same attention to her other breast.

He bit on the hard nub of her tit, eliciting a yelp from her lips and he soothed the sting with thirsty sucks upon it. He lifted his head stopping those ministrations as well, he wanted her submission, wanted her to know only he could ever give what she asked for. "Lois?"

Her hips thrust under him trying to take the pleasure he was denying her, her body squirming impatiently under him to move already. What the hell had gotten into him? Where did all this confidence come from like some well experienced sex god? She was so turned on she couldn't even complain or care to fight any longer. Right now, she was his bitch and she would happily comply as long as he got that dick moving inside of her again.

"Fuck me hard, Clark! Fast! Hard! Now!" She raged out, breathless with hungry need.

Clark smiled, it was intoxicating having such control over the Miss Independent who brought him down a size or two on a daily basis. A quirk he had to admit he enjoyed way too much over the years because it got them both riled up from their banter. All that sexual tension, finally he could enjoy it's release.

"Was that so hard?" He asked, tapping a kiss down on her kiss-swollen lips, she catching his bottom lip with her mouth placing a love bite on it before sucking it deep inside her sweet cavern. God, she was amazing! And made him even harder inside her slick, hot channel.

All the spurn he needed as he pulled back, bringing out his meaty hardness, before possessively drilling it back inside as she encouraged him with her screams filling his bedroom. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The old bed squeaked it's springy rhythm with his thrusts into her body, skin slapping against skin and headboard clapping against the wall. Thank God his mother was away on a business trip or the noise would definitely give his actions away. With Kal manning the controls, though, not even that little detail would stop him from plunging away in Miss Lane right now.

Clark grabbed her thighs bringing them higher on his waist, panting from exertion as he let loose as much with his strength and speed as she could take from him. Bruises were starting to appear on her skin and he tried to slow down in guilt of knowing he was the cause of them but her legs around his waist held him tight and pushed him to continue as she pressed her feet into his ass and words of, "Fuck me harder!" rolled from her tongue in a delirious mantra. If she was going to die than to her this was the absolute best way to go.

Still slacking back some to not injure her, he drilled her like she wanted, pushing her hard over and over again into his old bed that surely would break soon as their bodies collided frantically to that ever just out of reach glorious paramount to spill over into nirvana.

"God, Clark, I'm so close...please more...please." She was reduced to begging, breathing was becoming difficult but she could care less as her sweat covered body met his even sweatier one with the new angle bringing her close to that warm building light that started from the center of her body where she and Clark were joined as one and bloomed into a crescendo spearing through every molecule of her body from her head down to her toes.

"Clark, my God, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Lois tumbled over that cliff of mind blowing orgasm, her inner walls grabbing tightly around Clark's cock bringing his own release as he roared out from the intensity of cumming inside.

"Lois!" He growled feeling her pussy squeeze tightly, milking him for all it's worth and filling her with his hot seed causing small ripples of orgasms inside her to amplify and prolong the amazing ride.

Clark collapsed upon her body, careful not to put his full heavy weight on her as he gasped for breath. The toughest battle he ever faced in his life never left him as winded but even those physical activities didn't compared to the pleasure from the horizontal one he just experienced. Under him he could still feel Lois' body spasm as the last tail of her orgasm depleted, leaving her basking in the satisfying after glow.

A few more romps through the early dark morning, three more to be exact after that, and a morning after with not so much of a note of 'sorry', Clark Kent woke to the sun streaming high in the late afternoon to an empty bed with cold spot beside him.

It was a better part of going on a week before Lois even worked up the nerve or courage to show her face around the Kent farm again and even then she act like the deed that transpired between them was a better off forgotten dream. Albeit, one hot, out of this world dream and any attempt on his part to try to talk about said events just had her invading or changing the topic altogether.

It was impossible to talk to her when she was like that, just willing to act like the mind blowing sex between them didn't happen at all. Or the emotions that came with what they had done, for that matter. For the sake of their friendship and not loosing her to running away, he went along with it. What was he to Lois Lane anyway? Just a friend apparently, after all.

That's not to say there weren't other moments when that dream didn't become a reality again. Their ceaseless banter and fights still remained, though more flirtatious now, their sparing took on a whole other meaning when at times it lead to a roll in the hay loft of the barn, a new marathon in the shower or 'eating out' on the island in the kitchen- that one time almost getting them caught by Mrs Kent who came home early from her Senatorial duties.

Lois groaned her delight at the mental picture of Clark Kent on his knees, between her thighs spread eagle on the hard marble countertop. He drizzling honey on her clit and vaginal lips before following with his mouth and that tongue, licking his fill between each fold of labia before plunging away inside her soaking pussy. Her pants harsh, even to her own ears, and cries scaring off poor Shelby from the kitchen as Clark ate her out enthusiastically. His mouth going to suck on her hard bud with it's thousands of delicious nerve endings, adding two fingers to curl away inside her pussy, turning her to a molten puddle of lava.

Her head dropped back in agonizing delight and instinctively she freed one hand from it's deathly grip on the corner of the counter to grab a fist full of his thick curly locks, keeping him pressed tight in place to continue his wonderful torture upon her body. Until, that is, they both heard a car door slam shut...

She knew now it was her damn ragging hormones from the pregnancy that kept her jumping his bones when the sexual frustration was too much to endure between them. (That was until the tell-tale signs of rounding belly, widening hips and a little extra weight brought that fun to an end or she definitely would have been found out.)

Besides there were better things they could do with their mouths then dish out petty insults toward each other. So, she was blaming it on hormones, anyway. She didn't see him as anything more then a friend she could use to get her kicks off on and he definitely didn't see her as anything but a bane with benefits. She wasn't Lana after all, despite his words he said to her during their lov-fucking. They were both a little more than tipsy and said things because of it, she was going with that story she told herself countless times and that was just the end of it.

The sex was out of this world and that's all it was between them, nothing more, just great fucking sex!

Chloe pressed her hand against her forehead, seeing the flush of heat that stole over Lois' face, not knowing the gutter her mind was in. "Lo, are you feeling ok?"

"Just peachy." The brunette reporter came to at the concern of her cousin's words and moved her head away from the blonde's hand. Her hazel eyes going to the man still standing with huge blue teddy bear in the entry way of her maternity room, with such intense adoration in his eyes for one little ole' her. Lois swallowed hard and bit down on her bottom lip, arms filled with another man's child.

What a mess she had made!

To Be Continued...

A/N: Hope you enjoyed as much as I did writing it. Please R&R!

More to come soon!