Rated: T
"Oh God," he gasped, as his back hit the wall. Lois ran one hand through her hair, the other perched on her jutting hip, striking the most provocative pose he'd ever seen in real life. Particularly considering that she was stark naked as she did it. She smiled, a wicked curl of demonic lips, and sauntered up to him, one hand fisting in his t-shirt, as she drew her leg up to hitch over his waist. She trailed a teasing finger down his throat and made him jump when she gave his Adam's apple a tiny lick.
His heart might have stopped beating. He couldn't feel his limbs. That smile taunted him. Her hazel eyes sparkled before she pulled his head down for a searing kiss.
"Smallville, it's ok. In the bedroom, you can call me 'Lois.'"