Disclaimer: Still not mine.

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~Then~

"Chess?"

"Boring."

"Video games?"

"Martha took the cords to the machine with her. Something about wanting to find the house in one piece when she gets back."

"Monopoly?" he grit his teeth, desperate even to suggest it. Lois Lane shouldn't be allowed to play most games (too competitive and, he remembered the bruise she gave Chloe the last time they'd all played Uno, too violent), but Monopoly brought out the worst, ugliest, meanest, most ruthless side of her, and it, quite frankly, scared the crap out him.

She loved it though.

"No," she replied, sulkily. She crossed her arms, and stuck her tongue out at him. "You cheated last time."

"I did not! I never cheat!" He stared at her, agape and irritated. She blew a raspberry. "I won fair and square, Lois Lane, and you just couldn't handle it!" He continued to bang his head against the back of the couch, wondering if it could be construed as misusing his powers if he just took off like a shot, leaving her here to sling accusations at his empty chair. Knowing Lois, he chuckled to himself, it probably wouldn't stop her. Or faze her. She'd continue listing his faults, organize them into a proper list, and save them for the next time she saw him.

"Please," she scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "There is no way that I could have landed on your Boardwalk-with-hotel three times in a row unless you loaded the dice!"

"Couldn't. Handle. It." He annunciated slowly, mostly just to irritate her eyes into narrowing the way he liked. She tossed her hair out of her face haughtily and changed the subject, without responding.

"C'mon, Smallville! There's gooooooooooooootta be something we can do! Think big!" He wracked his brains, coming up short. Between the two of them, they'd shot down almost everything there was to do, ever, let alone on a Friday night in Kansas. It would be less of a problem if she knew about his superspeed, because then they would at least have the options of places that stayed open after dark. Shame.

"A walk?" he suggested, vowing that if this failed, he would simply duct tape her mouth shut, and leave her tied up on the couch with TV on. Then his mind trailed off down the gutter path of Lois tied up, and it was with some difficulty that he pulled himself, blushing, back to the present where Lois was talking.

"A walk?" Her eyebrow darted up in disbelief. "That's your big idea? A walk through darkened farm land over uneven ground at seven thirty in the evening on a Friday night? If that's your go-to plan for funtimes, it's no small wonder that I found you wandering naked and helpless in a cornfield."

"Helpless!?" he choked, but tugged her to her feet anyway, dropping it, as it could only lead to uncomfortable questions. "It beats sitting around here, bickering like an old m-"

He cut himself off hastily and attempted a diversion. "What's the matter, Lo? Big city girl like you scared of the country dark?"

Just as he'd predicted, all her hackles stood up on end, and suddenly she was pulling on her boots. "You'd like to think so, wouldn't you, Joe Dirt? Fine! Let's go on this magical walk of yours. Who knows? Maybe lightning will strike twice and I'll get Amnesia Boy back. At least he knew his strengths were cut abs and a quiet voice!"

She had already marched to the coat closet for their scarves and jackets so she didn't see the faintly pleased expression cross his blushing face before he rolled his eyes and followed her.

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~Now~

The look he was giving her was doing awful, fluttery things to her knees. It was a devastating mix of sexual frustration and tender amusement. His eyes were trained on her fixedly as she pressed herself tightly back against the headboard with a steely, if panicky, determination. He held his weight on his arms, one braced on either side of her hips, cradling her body with his.

"It's a little late for maidenly reluctance, Lo." He stroked down her stomach with the backs of his fingers and she felt herself start to cave, as the lust welled up. He nuzzled his nose briefly into the valley between her breasts, and she gulped. "I mean- I've already seen you… all of you. From every possible ang-"

"A step back!" she yelped, flinging herself from the bed gracelessly, out from under his damnably skilled hands. "We need a step back."

In her frazzled state it took her a moment to register that he was quirking his eyebrow at her, and a moment more to realize why. She snatched abortively at the first thing she could reach- a pillow- and held it in front of her, mortified. "A clothed one! A very clothed step back is in order here!"

She found even with her brave words that she couldn't make herself avert her eyes from his decidedly unclothed body, stretched out unabashedly over the large bed. She flushed bright red as he sat up, bemused, but making no move to cover himself. She could read the waning patience in his eyes like front page copy, warring with the increasing desire she was finding difficult to ignore and disconcerting. As she backed away, she tried to assess the situation in which she currently found herself.

In what alternate dimension was Clark Kent the one attempting to convince her that it was for the best if they made with the sexin'?

One long, muscled arm swept out and caught her retreating form, dragging her gently back to his warm side.

"No steps back, wife," he murmured against her lips, pulling her into his lap and using the fingers threaded in her tumbling, unbound hair to tilt her head for him. He trailed the warm metal of his wedding band down her side and Lois' entire body jerked in startled want. He wrapped one of her long legs around his waist, and she let him, the guilt-laden lust raging through her leaving her pliable to his touch. He tugged the pillow she was still clutching from her grasp, and tossed it away. "No clothes, either."

And then Lois was lost again in the maze of her own desire for Clark Kent, and she decided if she was going to hell for corrupting and compromising innocent farm boys she might as well make it worth the cost of admission.