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Warning Some Mature Content.

Chapter 5: All Bark and No Bite

2 hours earlier in a remote secretive facility of Suicide Slums...

A dark-haired girl laid slumped on a examining chair, thin white hospital gown covering body drenched with sweat and hair plastered to her face as she tried to catch her breath. The physical ordeal she just experienced leaving her weak and deathly exhausted.

"Where's my baby?" Her voice croaked too tired and drugged up to move an inch.

She laid forgotten like the afterbirth hanging bloody and a mess from between her legs as mad Scientist and bald-billionaire examined the thing making it's grand entrance into the world. They watched intrigued at the squirming body of the baby with marbled rock flesh that came in and out of focus due to the bright light shinning down upon it. It's shrill cry coming from small puffy mouth, a baby it resembled but they knew better, it was indeed something more.

"Congratulations, Mr Luther, you have a son." The Dr spoke as it handed the creature to the waiting Nurse to clean and prep the newly born baby.

"Only one-third genetically so. He has my hair." Lex chuckled cynically, seeing as the baby was completely bald and not a speck of hair on top of it's normal skin covered head now that it was no longer under the UV lamp.

"Everything appears to be a success. The baby is alive and not stillborn like the other trials."

"Yes, for her to even carry the creature, excuse me, your son to term in itself an arousing success. He is one-third part of you, your wife and the genetics from the blood sample you provided. The sample being quite bizarre."

Lex gave a greasy-knowing smile, an inside joke that only he knew. "Quite, so."

"Under the UV spectrum he's already shown the physical composition of marbled-fractured skin." The Dr stating with concern.

"A minor technicality, if anything, you good Dr. will diagnosis the babe with sensitivity to sunlight. That way my flaky wife, or anyone else for that matter will be none the wiser. No suspicions when he has to keep to the shadows."

The Dr. nodded already thinking up such details. "It's far too soon to know what else the baby has picked up genetically from the sample. But if what you say is so of the thing you've gotten the sample from and his extraordinary gifts, then it will shown in the child in time."

"Excellent." He practically drooled with anticipation, he had such high hopes for his creation, wiping white handkerchief between hand like just being in the soiled room alone made him dirty. "I want frequent testings conducted and a nurse constantly about to care for the baby and cover up any unusual circumstances . After all the child is sickly, in need of round the clock care."

"Of course." The Dr agreed knowingly, there would be incidents as the child grew and changed, in need of cover-up. Their attention being caught by the loud groans coming from Lana as the Nurse who took care of the baby, was now finishing the cleanup on her. "What should I do with Miss Lang?"

"That's Mrs Luther to you, she is my wife after all." Lex replied with no true heat in his tone.

"Ah, yes, my apologies, Sir. What shall I do?"

Lex looked over to the woman he given his name to, he once upon a time felt something for the poor soul. She was mother to his only begotten child, but that fact alone still didn't erase the spite he held for her, knowing where truly her heart longed for. Or, he should say who. Someone a little more taller, with hair and deep blue eyes. An enigma.

She was even going to run away with him, the bitch, they met at his barn and she poured her heart out to him. How she made a terrible mistake in saying yes to marry him, Lex Luther, and how she was still very much in love with the manure shovling farm boy.

Clark Kent, the manure shoveling hick from a one horse town, to be precise.

Lex closed his eyes wearily, picturing himself hidden in the shadows around the barn of the Kent Farm, after following his wily fiancé. They in the loft, her words drifting down to him and cutting trenches far deeper then he'd care to admit. Possibly shattering the last bit of humanity he contained.

How she still loved the farm boy and gravely made a mistake in saying yes to his, Lex Luther, proposal of marriage. He saw red, fists by his side grasped so tightly nails bit into his palm causing rivulets of blood as he watched their bodies come together in a heated kiss. Surprised, himself he did, that their bodies weren't lifeless on the ground after their affectionate display and plans to runaway together later that night.

But, she walked down the aisle, becoming Mrs. Luther...

He presumed his father had a hand in that persuasion, no matter, she belonged to him now, whether willingly or not. The act of which he immensely enjoyed, knowing every time he took the raven hair, petit Lana to his bed ripping moans of pleasure from her scrawny thoart; it taking him some work as she was always so tense and cold to his advances. The fact alone, He, Lex, made her delicate body sing beneath his own, that somewhere his once best friend; his only friend in the world was chocking on that reality of his once ago lover.

Yet, disappointedly, not so much as a fight came from the plaid one when the wedding day finally came or any attempts of rescue from Clark's part or flight from his now wife's part. Very disappointing.

Lex opened his eyes after a bit of reflection, came back to the here and now. "Have her cleaned up and set up in the best private room at Metropolis General. She's not to remember what happened here, and send the babe to her when it's fitted with a latex-skin suit. She's to never know what she gave birth to other than a normal seven and a half pound, bouncing baby boy."

"As you wish."

His smooth stroll taking him beside his raven-haired wife where she still laid post-birth too doped up to know where she was. She sluggishly grabbed for his hand and he looked as if he might drop it away in disgust but thought it too cold-hearted of a gesture. "Lex, where's the baby?"

Lex raised up his hand, hesitantly pushing away her dark, damp, straight locks from her equally as dark eyes. "Safe and sound. Our son is just fine."

"Son?" Lana smiled droopily hearing the sex of her child and softly using as much air as she could gathered spoke out a single name. "Connor."

Lex scrunched up his features in distaste of what she wanted to call their son and let out a resigning sigh, despite his indifference toward the damsel-like girl, he still held a weakness for her inside. Somewhere, deep inside. "I suppose...maybe it could be a middle name."

With as much affection as he could show to his wife, he caressed his hand over her head. "Rest now, mother and baby will be reunited soon."

"I love you." Lana sighed out, her breath still coming hard to her and had him wrinkling with disbelief of her words. Yet, she still said them.

Or was it even him she thought of? His hand in her hair automatically clenching painfully at the black tresses causing a flinch and a weak groan to come from her pail lips. She was in no condition to fight back but only weakly protest in pain before his hands relaxed and he released the death grip on her hair with only minimal feelings of guilt for his actions. He patted her head gently as one would with a beloved pet. Man's best friend she was not, though.

"As do I." Lex replied of himself, he didn't think love was possible with the way he shattered so from the dark hair minx.

Present Time...Green Arrow, Penthouse...

Oliver pulled at his tie, loosening the knot at his throat as he walked off the elevator into his clock face penthouse in downtown Metropolis. With tie undone, he tossed it to his leather sofa and made his way to the crystal table top of his mini bar, after the visit to the hospital to see his ex and her child that wasn't his, he was in desperate need of a strong drink.

He tossed a couple cubes of ice into a highball glass, followed with an aged dark Scotch he usually reserved for his low points, this counted as one of them. His mind going back to the hospital room, seeing Lois a mother, even to another man's baby, his best friend didn't deter the feelings he still held onto for one feisty, outspoken reporter. Damn it, just one look and he could feel his heart spasm as it always had around her, he was a fool for letting go.

"You know I'll always be here for you, Legs. You know that right?" Oliver sat next to Lois' side on the hospital bed, his fingers caressing the dark curls of the baby boy's dark locks. Chloe having long ago left them alone knowing there would be things needed to be said between them and excused herself to give them privacy.

Lois shook her head, a sad smile on her lush lips. "Ollie, I can't ask that of you."

"You're not asking. You don't need to, I'm freely giving it here." He looked down at the baby, it wasn't his biologically but he could love him and raise him as his own. He could be a dad, a good one, he might not have much experience in having a father long in his own life but what he knew of his parents they were the best for the short time he had them. "I could be a father to him, if you let me. I could be good to both of you. I can take care of both of you, Lois."

She sighed painfully, heart in tears with words she wished she could so easily accept. But not after things she had so willingly done. "Things are so screwed up right now. I can't ask you to share into the mess I made of things."

"Is it because of Clark?"

"Ollie..."

"Do you care for him?" He asked with pain and jealous accusations.

"You of all people have no right to try and make me feel guilty for my own decisions. You dumped me remember?" She snapped out with heat and stings to her eyes fighting a hold of tears. "Of course it's about Clark, I just had his baby. A baby I've known about for months and couldn't work up the nerve to tell him. And still can't! I can't allow you to be a father to my child and act like his real one isn't out there oblivious to everything."

Seeing her tears freely falling and hearing the little hiccups in her voice from grief, he pulled her into a comforting hug, wrapping his arms around mother and baby as the woman he had to let go sobbed into his chest. "I'm sorry...I'm so very sorry for everything."

He was a fool for still caring and wanting a woman who had obviously moved on, even if she didn't want to admit it to herself. Oliver brought up the glass to his lips, his hand pausing an inch from it's destination before hurling glass and it's contents across the room to smash into a liquid shattered mess. His hands raking roughly back through his spiky blond cut when he heard the elevator doors open and turned to see the man of the hour step off into his penthouse.

"Where's Lois?" Clark's voice deep and on edge from a night of relentless, unsuccessful searching with the news he received.

Oliver laughed humorlessly to himself with a shake of his head. "Really not a good time, Clark."

"I don't care if it's not." Clark stepped further into the room, he was in no mood to be toyed with, from super-speeding practicially the whole world all day to try and find the bane of his existence."I received a phone call from a friend who said he saw Lois in the hospital. I spent the better part of the day trying to find out what's going on and since the two people who I called friends have been just as AWOL as a certain brunette over the past few months, I figured someone knows something."

"Friends?" Oliver smirked to himself with a bob of the head, the last straw finally falling. "Yes, friends, Clark. Friends say, 'hello', and 'how are you?'. They don't go around sleeping with your girlfriend while you're out trying to save the world. Which we could of really used your help with, big guy, but I could see why you turned down the offer."

Clark super-sped, grabbing up the blond billionaire and stopping to a sudden halt with Oliver pressed up hard against the clock face wall of his Green Arrow hidden room. "It wasn't like that, Lois wasn't your girlfriend then, you dumped her! I wasn't waiting to swoop in and steal her away, despite what you believe!"

"So what, Clark, it was just friends comforting each other? No harm, no foul?"

"I didn't plan for the way that night happened, I wasn't myself..." Clark dropped his head down in guilt, his grip loosening from Oliver's shoulders. "The beers were mixed with red kryptonite and the bottles made from blue meteorite, I couldn't control myself."

"Kyrptonite, your excuse?" Oliver exasperated in agitation. "Then tell me Clark, is that damn rock to blame for the many random other times you and Lois had sex?"

The Blue-eyed alien's hands faltered it's grip on the archer, releasing Oliver down to his feet as he walked a few feet away turning his back to him. "Lo-Lois, told you?...Where is she, Oliver?"

"Do you even care for her, Clark? From where I stood, you guys barely even called each other friends and then for almost five months you guys are rolling around under the sheets? Or the hay, wherever you farm boys do it. Sounds like you couldn't have the girl you wanted so Lois filled in just fine."

"I haven't seen Lois in four months! Where the hell is she?!" Clark boomed ignoring his barb, anger to the boiling point as he sped around to face his friend, if he could even be called that now.

"Answer the fucking question, Clark! Do you car-"

"I LOVE HER!" His roar of a confession causing a silence to fall heavily upon them and the entire room. All fight seeping from his body as he stood before Oliver, a broken man as pain radiated on his face. "I told her as much the last time I saw her months ago. Please, where is she? I know you or Chloe knows."

Oliver's own face edged with emotion, hearing his friend confess his feelings for his ex and a woman he still deeply cared about. He walked away from the Kyrptonian down the few steps of the Clock Face platform to really pour himself a drink this time. Clark watched him down a glass of some dark liquid and pour another glass to down that one too, just as fast. His feet taking him down to the blonde man, careful in case Oliver was planning on some type of attack, of which he couldn't blame him, though.

"I'm really sorry about all of this, Oliver, I never meant to hurt anyone. Things happened and I can't take it back."

"Nor would you, right Clark?" Oliver asked bitterly after another shot of the drink and was surprised to hear the blue-eyed wonder answer so quickly without hesitation of whose feelings he would hurt. Not even trying to lie anymore for anyone's sake.

"No...I wouldn't. I care about her, Oliver I think it was always there, but I was too focused on all the wrong things in my life to make anything of it." Taking a risk, Clark stepped closer to the Green Arrow, the risk to his life be damned if Oliver felt like fighting. He had to show him he meant business. " I'm trying to fix that now, fix everything I screwed up. I should have been there for you guys on the hunt for more of Lex facilities around the world as well as deal with my own battles on home turf. You're a good friend to me and this was never against you and I'm sorry you got burned in the process, that I'm truly sorry for. I should have been more open about how I felt, but not being able to have Lana wasn't the reason why I decided to be with Lois, she wasn't some rebound. What happened between us was just-"

"Fate." Oliver replied, hard acceptance in his voice even though he didn't like the reality of swallowing that pill. "I do believe the boy has become a man, folks."

Clark didn't believe in fate or believed it had a hand in what transpired that night between Lois and himself all those months ago. Destined to be? Written in the stars, were they? Right now with her fighting so hard to be away from him, it really wasn't looking that way. As for him growing up, he could attest to that himself. Letting go of the one person that kept him in the past and had reduced his time to feeling sorry for himself instead of out there helping others more, had him changing in ways he wouldn't once believed possible.

Out there searching for the woman he gave his heart to on a silver platter and not knowing whether she harbored any inkling of the same, out there searching for her around the world. Taking that step out of his comfort bubble, he saw what he was missing, what the world needed as he stopped to help one dire need after another along the way. He saw exactly the reason why Oliver formed the group of heroes, there was so much good to be done in the world.

Clark scrunched his face together in thought of his friend's words. "I don't know about fate, but I really do love her, Oliver and I really am sorry you're hurting."

"Yea, I am." Oliver whispered to himself in self pity, before swiping his hands down his face over red shot eyes to mask away any forming tears. "Look, I'm not really the person right now to be all touchy feely with but I appreciate you being a better man than I probably would have been about this, Clark."

"I don't believe that for a second, you don't give yourself enough credit, Oliver."

"Well, be it as it may, I'm not the one you should be talking to."

"Chloe." Clark gave voice to the answer Oliver couldn't bring himself to say out loud. "Thank you."

The blonde archer just saluting him off with his finger tips from his slouched position; elbows on his glass top mini bar as his tall alien friend gave a curt nod before boarding and leaving on the elevator.

The Talon, Chloe and Lois' apartment...

Clark was there in seconds flat from super-speeding all the way from Metropolis, his visit with Oliver, hand turning knob and opening the door to see his other blonde friend stuffing some clothes into an over night bag and it wasn't the only thing she was busy with from the look around the apartment.

"What's with the boxes?" He asked, startling the petit blonde who whipped around to see him, even with all their years of friendship she could never get use to his sudden appearances.

"Clark!" Chloe saying his name in a way that said she was very surprised indeed to see him, without so much as a warning he would guess.

"What are you doing here?" She asked confirming his suspicions, pushing back her short blonde hair nervously from her face. Thanks for the heads up, Oliver. Her thoughts not going unnoticed by a pair of glazing blue eyes as he super-sped over to the black over night bag.

His hands picking up a few articles of clothing to raise up in the air. "These are Lois' clothes."

Chloe whipped around, snatching back the clothes from his hand to stuff back into the bag. "Stalker much, Clark? What are you doing here at this ungodly hour?"

"I just came from Oliver's, something is going on. He wouldn't say as much but I have the feeling if anyone knows anything about Lois it would be her cousin and who I thought was my best friend." Clark's biting words wrinkling the petit blonde's nerves as she continued around the small apartment packing away more of their stuff just to not be idle in anger.

"Clark, this isn't about whose loyalties come first. You of all people should know that, I've kept your secret faithfully for years even from those I care about the most. Lois is my cousin and if she asked the same of me, how can you really fault me for keeping the same code of ethics."

"Then why does this feel like so much more then Lois running away because I confessed my feelings to her?"

This had Chloe taking one of his own cues and spinning around fast to face him, as she read between the lines, with scrunched brows and shock written all over on her face. "What? You told Lois you love her?"

Chloe shook her head, there was so big of a missing puzzle piece to the story her dear cousin was keeping away, not just a baby and it was all giving her one major headache. Trying to dissuade from revealing anymore than necessary, since it seems even in battered state Oliver kept his mouth shut on certain details. "Well there you go Clark, the reason why my cousin has been so flighty from you. Anything resembling intimacy would have Lois packing, especially after the battle between you two and ignoring certain emotions."

"I know she told you about what happened that night she came home to Oliver's Dear Jane message."

"Yea you two got drunk and landed in bed, which from what I know of you Clark, you can't get drunk like the rest of us..." Chloe squinted her grey eyes at him in accusation.

"Chloe it wasn't like that...I would never take advantage of Lois, of anyone. How could you think such a thing of me?"

"I'm sorry, just trying to get my facts straight here, Clark, after so many missing plot holes of movie-thon Lane and Kent over these past hectic months of my life. I'm seriously finding it hard to keep up with the story line and find it very exhausting in doing so anymore!"

The tall blue-eyed alien walked up to his friend and wrapped her in his arms, comforting her with a hug, seeing how stressed and on edge she appeared to be. "I'm sorry, Chloe."

"You both should be." Tears sprung to her eyes and wet his shirt as she pressed her face into her best friend's hard chest. "I only played what I thought was right, but even those lines are starting to blur together...What happened between you and Lois, Clark?"

He walked her over to her plush cough, sitting down next to her as he raked his strong hand through his thick locks. "I don't know what happened, Chloe, I've been battling things on the outside for so long, I guess it was just easy to ignore the things that were going on inside me."

"It didn't help that you lived most of your life behind Lana colored goggles." Chloe stated obviously.

Clark gave her a pointed look and she lift her hands in surrender, nodding for him to continue. "When Lois came over that night with those two six packs, never once did I think it would end up where we did. We've done these innocent, just friends, nights plenty of times but she brought some off-brand beer and after we had practically finished both packs. Lois read the contents..."

Chloe could only guess but she hit the nail right on the head. "Red kryptonite?"

"And blue...I felt free, normal for once. The weight of the world wasn't on my shoulders and those feelings I kept ignoring finally broke free. Chloe, I was spending the night feeling sorry for myself about Lana taking that walk to be Mrs Luther. Under the red Kryptonite I could have easily sped away and stole Lana from Lex on their honeymoon and she would have willingly came with me."

The blonde reporter brow rose to that tidbit of info but didn't interrupt as he continued. "But even knowing that Lana would have willing came with me, I stayed with Lois, because since she walked through my door that night, not once did Lana ever enter my mind. And what I realized and confessed to Lois, just as much, I could never really dwell on Lana when I was around Lois."

"Wow," Chloe responded seeing him in a different light, he wasn't the same woe-is-me person she knew he could tend to be at times. "You've really seemed to have changed for the better, Clark."

"Thanks to Lois." He replied. "Looking for her over these past five months, I traveled the world, Chloe, I saw things, some terrible things, but there is good out there and I helped people so much different from myself. It felt...amazing! I see why, now, you work so had with Oliver and his crew; we all have a responsibility to bring about a difference in this world. I'm proud of you, Chloe."

The blonde could feel her cheeks heat up as they turned red, and a cheesy smile graced her lips. "Don't pour on the sweetness just yet, Clark, I don't think I'm really deserving of those words, not in the situation I'm in..." Seeing as he was about to comment on just that she plowed ahead. "...and you still have yet to tell me what else happened between you two, because I doubt even hopped up on red-k would you finally spill out the fact that you love my stubborn cousin."

Leaving out very intimate details, Clark told Chloe the gist of how it wasn't just one night shared between them. Not willing to loose Lois and push her to run, he went along with acting like nothing was happening between them and took what he could get from the brunette that he was finding he was deeply falling head over heels for. Until, that is, during one of their 'meetings' months in, he just couldn't hold back any longer...

Clark sighed satisfied, he couldn't wipe the wide grin off of his face even if he wanted to, as he laid on his back on top of his bed with a just as satisfied Lois sprawled on his chest. She allowing him to pull her down on top of him to snuggle after her wild 'ride' that took them both to orgasm heaven moments ago. Now, his hand rubbed lazy paths up and down her smooth back that made her shiver and him smile while her fingers drew patterns over the planes of his chiseled chest.

Still bathing in the afterglow of another exhilarating orgasm, Lois sighed, more like purred her approval with satisfying mewls as her fingers continued to do pleasurable things to his pecks. Clark gave out a little chuckle with the sounds she made, as if knowing exactly that, she raised her great-sex, mused-hair covered head to slit hazel eyes at him.

"Laughing at me, Smallville?" A smirk on her full pouty lips, still swollen from his rough, delicious kisses.

His hand pushed back chestnut strands from her face as he cupped her cheek, thumb caressing circles upon her skin. His blues stranded in a hazel green forest and not caring for an exit. God, she's beautiful.

These moments few and rare when it came to intimate moments between them, only when she was in a really good mood, did he get to see peeks of her vulnerable side with those walls she kept so high, finally down. Not running off after the deed or multiple deeds were done, with him still hard and wanting more of her, as she would leave him with a wink and her words, "Cya round, Smallville". Still all an act as if they haven't spent months getting to know each other on biblical terms.

Those goodbyes between them, he found he was hating more and more as these booty calls were definitely not part of the type of person he was raised to be and not what he wanted of one Lois Joanne Lane. He didn't see her just for her body- it was her mind, her spirt, all of it he craved. This, what they were doing, applied the complete opposite and left the implication that they could see other people if they wanted. They weren't in a relationship, there were no off limits in this game they played.

He wasn't even aware of the rules to give him a winning chance!

And one Clark Jerome Kent couldn't see himself sharing her or seeing Lois be with anyone else that wasn't him. Like a spark to a match, a switch to a light, Clark Kent realized one thing exactly in that moment, he wasn't just head over heels for the feisty one cradled on top of him. He wanted it all, the whole enchilada; to wake up with Lois in his arms like this every morning. To make her moan his name every night, and him alone, as he drove his body into her pliant one that molded so like a missing piece of his soul. He wanted to hold her hand in public, to kiss, not caring who was around to witness. He wanted many dates and days not hiding what they were to each other.

I'm in love! I love her! I Love Lois Lane! His heart seized in his chest with this revelation and dread all the same, for to her this was just a game.

"I wouldn't dare." He sounded breathless, even to Lois as she felt the shift of air between them and a seriousness she always tried to avoid during these times take place.

"You better not, farm boy." She teased with a gulp, for a lack of something better to say and to return back to their playful banter, her hand automatically striking out to give a playful punch to his shoulder like so many other times she's done.

Clark caught her fist in his hand and used it as leverage to pull her down to his lips in a searing kiss that was so much different from the frenzied hot and rough ones they usually partook in. This was deep and slow as he poured all the feelings in his heart that he held for the woman so Independent in his arms, pouring out all that he couldn't put into words. Love.

She felt the difference and knew lines were being crossed, her hands instantly going to his pecks to push off the bed when his hands in a flash wrapped around her waist and tightened to keep her in place on top of his body. With equally as fast movements, he flipped them over so he was the one on top of her. His body braced on his elbows to keep from putting his full weight on her, just their important parts touching; their lowers halves. Him settled nicely between her open thighs.

"What the hell, Smallville?!" Lois complained of his quickness with capturing her so effortlessly. She telling herself it was only because she was letting him, she tangled with guys his size and bigger because of her well honed fighting skills, Thanks to Daddy, she always came out on top, where she liked it.

"Lois, what are we doing?" Clark asked all seriousness in his tone.

Lois blew out a breath of air in exasperation as she said with a snarky reply. "I was trying to take a nap and you...well you're kinda invading my personal space here. And holding me prisoner..." A sexy smile crossing her face as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "...but if I knew you wanted to play."

Clark brushed off her advances or distractions of another round. "Lois I'm serious...I'm talking about us. Lois and Clark. Clark and Lois as a couple."

Eyes bugging from her head and arms unwrapping from his neck she pushed back against his chest again but he proved to be an unmovable object at will "Whoa, slow down there cowboy, you just went from ten to a hundred and ten in two seconds flat. And who said anything about being a couple? We're having fun remember?"

"Lois, I feel stronger when you're around...I...I don't want what this is between us to be written off as just some friends with benefits thing. I don't see you as just someone I'm with for sex, I'm not that kind of person and neither are you. I want us-"

"Clark, I have done this dating thing and wrong so many times before, maybe this is what's best. Maybe there's just no one out there for me..."

"No, I don't believe it." His voice soft, his eyes baring a message she wasn't ready to read as he wrapped a strand of hair behind her ear. "Lois, I lo-"

Not giving him time to finish, she pushed her face up toward his quickly, connecting their lips in a fierce, heated kiss to wipe his mind of talks; where she defintiely feared they were heading. Her hands between their bodies snaking down to capture his hard member firmly to stroke up and down her hungry pussy and slip between her wet, waiting folds. Equal hisses and groans of ecstasy spilled from their lips as she helped him enter her overheated body.

Clark gloved to the brim with her pleasures, lowered his body weight enough to keep her from being in control as he moved in and out of her slowly. Lois squirmed beneath him, trying to pick up the pace, trying to make their fucking like all their other times, fast and hard, but he wasn't having it. His mouth moved on hers in the same rhythm as his body, deep and leisured, reaching parts of her body that felt like he reached her most inner parts-touching her soul.

Lois groaned breathily between kisses, hands pressing down on his shoulders to get him to comply, "Move. Faster."

He ignored her commands this time, allowing his body to do the speaking she wouldn't let him say with words. She moaned his name none the less, at the friction his wide member caused against her inner walls, soaking and clenching around him. She felt him, felt all of him in this relaxed pace, not just physically but emotionally too as his lack of words displayed this way, spoke volumes. Clark Kent was pouring out his heart, he wasn't fucking her, they weren't merely having sex. He was making love to her body, to her soul.

Tears formed in the corner of her eyes at the sweetness of it all, making her feel like no man had accomplish before; she was cherished, beautiful inside and out to him. Clark wrapped his hands around her face, holding her head in place as his tongue gave tender strokes inside her mouth savoring the sweet cavern. Never allowing their kiss to go any faster then he wanted. Not giving her an ounce of speed as with his lower half; his cock gave leisured strokes in and out over and over- and over again. Sweet sensations of his warmth, of his light, of his love building to a freney into her until she chocked out his name with a cry and a push against his chest that he willing allowed himself to be moved off of her.

Lois quickly put distance between them, sitting on the edge of his bed and wrapping one end of the white sheet of his bed around herself while he covered his lower half with the other end. Her voice shaky and hands too as she nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. She felt so out of her element, if it wasn't for the lack of clothing she would have definitely bolted down the stairs and out of the house. Modesty be damned she was still very much considering it

"What the hell was that, Smallville?"

Clark pushed out a breath, raking both hands down his face. "Lois, I can't do this anymore."

"Fine, friends it is, no more benefits." She half joked out in a rush, banter was her territory with him, anything more threatened their friendship and thanks to her hormonal self it might have already been headed that way.

"That's not what I meant and you know it." He reprimanded lightly, arms crossed over broad chest and fumbled nervously with his words. "I can't keep pretending there is nothing here besides se-this!"

Lois gave a small smile he couldn't see, her sweet, innocent Smallville, she was wondering how long he was going to put up with this from her. He definitely wasn't the fuck mindless and run type. He was the kind of guy who wanted to take a girl out for dinner and a movie, to show off to his parents and down the line propose his life to settle down.

The problem was she was starting to want it too but not just that, starting to believe she could be the girl in his fantasy. Not after the visit she had though, she couldn't be in the way. Her hands instinctively resting on her stomach that would start to show in a matter of time-They couldn't get in the way of what he was suppose to become.

Taking her silence as all signs of wrong, Clark inched closer, his hand tentatively reaching out to rub soothing circles around her back. "We can do this right. Start over and take things slow."

She laughed to herself as tears slipped down her cheeks, it was time to end this. "I can't do this."

"Lois?"

Modesty left on the bed, she got up letting the sheet slip from her nude curvy body, a little more so then months before as she busily went about picking up her clothes and putting them all. "No, Clark, we have to stop. It was fun and distracting for awhile but I can't keep doing this to you...I can't give you what you want."

Clark slipped on boxers walking to her as she struggled to put on her shirt over her head. "And why is that?"

"Because you're not Oliver." She wanted to take them back as soon as she said it, she felt instantly cold, and terrible from the lie and tried to reach out to him but he turned away. It was for the best, not for her but for him.

"You're right I'm not blonde or a billionaire, but I took you more for someone who didn't care about those things."

Lois didn't try to fight it, better just to rip off this band aid then let it fester. "See, you don't know me as well as you think. We wouldn't work."

"You're lying. I do know you, Lois." He rounded on her, erasing the scant inches between their bodies, his hands closing on her hips to pull her against him "You're the woman that I love."

"What?" She squeaked, her hazel eyes raised wide to him with shock and tears in them.

His hand on her face as he pulled her in for a tender kiss. "I love you, Lois."

For a moment, all she allowed herself to feel of his love. One she was so very undeserving of, before pulling away. "I have to go."

"Lois." His hand caught her wrist bringing her to a halt, she facing away not seeing the begging contorted on his handsome, beautiful face.

"Let it go, Clark, please." She prided herself for not allowing her voice to break, because everything else inside was definitely shattering.

It felt like an eternity before he could will himself to release her hand and she bolted through his bedroom door as soon as he did. Not even one last look back over her shoulder at him. If he knew that was going to be the last time he ever saw Lois Lane, he would have fought harder to keep her in his life. To keep her under him and never let her go.

"So I let her go and I haven't see her since, Chloe." He sighed painfully and turned to his friend, the question on his face, deep in his baby blues before it could even come out of his mouth.

"Clark, I hope you understand I can't-" Chloe began to protest but surprisingly he didn't ask the same question as always.

"How is she, Chlo?"

The blonde sighed, this was something she could answer. "She's good, Clark. Happy with the way things are going right now. We've found an apartment together in Metropolis to be closer to the Inquisitor, the Daily Planet and Watchtower."

"Your headquarters for Oliver's group?" He nodded his head toward her as he asked and she nodded with pride, an equally as proud grin on her lips.

"You should really join us in the fight, Clark. Join our merry band, as everyone likes to tease Oliver, now that you see the work we have on our hands out in the world."

Clark's face concentrated in thought for a beat before he looked up to his long time friend a beaming, toothy smile on his face. "You know, I think you're right, Chlo, I think I need to expand my horizon."

Chloe gave him a knowing look, the corner of her lips upturned in a side smirk. "I see city lights, tall buildings and lots of traffic in your future, Mr Kent."

And maybe even one feisty, brunette reporter as fate may have it.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Please Review! Next chapter, a member of the Kent family finds out about their newest member. How and What happens? Find out next time!