IT'S YOUR SPELL ALRIGHT

One minute she was helping him up the stairs, and the next she was backed against the wall, his hands were all over her... reaching into places she had never intended to let him near….her heart felt as if it would pound out of her chest. She couldn't think at all, she had lost all since of time and reality.
And then he spoke and broke the spell

"Let's get you upstairs to bed"

And then all the consequences of what she was doing came flooding though her like a tidal wave.
Before he could stop her she had jumped out of his arms and was backing up with her arms out.

"We need to stop…you're not thinking straight."

Her hesitancy stopped him in his tracks.

"I…I'm" and then shaking his head in agony, he turned and looked out the open door.

"Am I thinking straight?" he wondered, and then turning, she took a step forward and continued

"There was this strange woman…I made a wish and now your drunk and I'm not."

"Lois, you're not making sense…"

"Trust me…You're not yourself…it just some sort of spell…"

His eyes found hers and he realized looking lower that one of her straps had fallen…suddenly he forgot what they were saying. He turned away from her, in an effort to control himself.

She quietly walked up behind him, "look it's not that…I mean I'm not averse to… ah… you know…Crap this isn't coming out right…!"

He surprised her when he turned to face her with the intensity of his desire looking right at her. She stumbled back unintentionally, and he quickly reached out to keep her from falling. Her heart was doing flips again. She was sure he knew it.

"My fortress…come with me…I'll show you everything…"

Relieve flooded her for a moment, with her heart still beating fast, she still couldn't help but laugh, "What the barn again?" and then before she thought about it, she blurted out in a flirty tone… "And what exactly do you think you're going to show me that I haven't already seen before?"

She realized her mistake the moment his lips found hers.

"And what exactly do you think you're going to show me that I haven't already seen before?"

The moment she said it, he knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to show her what she hadn't seen before. He wanted her to see what she did to him.

and he didn't need the fortress for that

Her dress fell to the floor and her bare breast found a pair of hungry hands, all the while he was devouring her with his mouth, he was pushing her against until her back found a wall. She was not just moaning into his mouth, she was whimpering…whimpering…In all her life, she had never whimpered for any man.

She might as well have asked him to take her right then and there.

First she felt his hands slide down her calves and then slowly a sensation -a shiver as he slid her shoes off each foot. He dipped his head down to taste her bounty when at the same moment he ripped her panties off of her. She realized he was planning on doing just that. A rush of cold air engulfed her as he stepped back and threw off his coat and shirt, and then diving for her. She felt lost to him as she nervously attempted to tackle his belt buckle- only to have him grab her hands and hold them behind her back. He nuzzled her neck with hot kisses and whispers of her name drawn out with passion.

Finally grabbing her by her backside and lifting her into him, he took the stairs two and three steps at a time.

He might have been drunk, but his feet didn't fumble then.

He threw her on the bed, and kept his eyes on her as he attempted to take of his shoes, hopping and falling on his back.

Lois couldn't help closing her eyes and laughing hard, only to miss him super speeding his shoes and pants off. In a second he was on top of her.

"Wha…how did you…"
He didn't bother answering her. Instead he pinned her to his bed and gazed into her eyes as if she was the only women on earth for him.

Her heart stopped.

It was different when they kept moving; rushing into each other, but him stopping and looking at her like that was undoing her.

She tried to think of something to say, but was lost in his gaze.

"Say my name…" he whispered to her

"Why?" she thought to herself, and instead she whispered back "Clark…"

"Again…say it again…"

"Clark…" she answered softer, and then she attempted to raise her mouth to his, but he pulled back.

"Come on…don't make me beg." She said breathlessly

He grinned at her…"thast a great idea…" he teased.

She frowned and attempted to push on him only to discover that even intoxicated, he was very strong.

She narrowed her eyes at him, and attempted again. Pinned under him she was getting intoxicated herself, he was strong. Lois always wanted a man strong enough to overpower her and brave enough to as well. In a million years, she would have never guessed, Clark would be willing to. She felt heat flush through her as her desire for him went to a whole new level.

He saw the heat flush through her eyes as he held his ground. Gently but firmly he held her down when she became agitated at his teasing.

Two attempts later to flip him on his back, she was looking back at him with hungry eyes.

"Oh my…You're…I…You're really strong…"

He frowned, not sure what she meant, "Lois…" he whispered, releasing her hands he stroked her face, only to find her looking at and stroking his forearms, then she whispered…"I really like that about you."

The realization of what she meant hit him and a moment later his mouth crashed into hers and a second later so did the rest of him.

Suddenly she felt as if she was floating, his arms cradling her backside and back, pulling her into him. Flying, being with him was like flying.

Clark had tried to maintain his composure downstairs, but she was sending him signals that kept his heart reeling and his body responding to her in the most primitive way possible.

She has always affected him like that.

It was the whole reason he had kept up the sarcasm for so long, and the main reason he had gotten her out from under his roof. Four years ago, he was scared this is where he would end up. Even then he knew it was just a matter of time.

But back then he wasn't ready for this.

Tonight, it was the only thing he wanted.

He has always watched her, waiting for her to look at him the way she did other guys, but she didn't, not once.

It made him wary of attempting to start anything. But lately he caught a different look in her eyes. A look that hinted at something else, a look that hinted she had been hiding something all this time.

And then tonight she did something she never did around him.

She blushed.

She never blushed around him. But when he said things to tease her, she didn't reply with the regular banter, instead she blushed.

And then she flirted, and then she blushed and then she flirted again.
Within minutes, they were in the middle of a game they had never played with each other before. The looks she gave him unsettled him to no end.

Her hand on his back, attempting to smooth over his feelings, her strap hanging off her shoulder, tempting, inviting.

His hand traced her bare shoulder as he told her about going to his fortress. Her heart raced as he touched her, he wanted to hear it beat fast, not too fast…just at a certain rhythm. The way it was when he grabbed her after she challenged him, the way it was beating now. he concentrated on keeping it at a certain pace, stroking and touching her, purposely keeping her heart beating for him…just for him.

Clark was making her lose her mind. Never in her life had she ever felt so in tune with someone. He seemed to know her every thought, her every breath…her every desire.

She felt completely at his mercy, he was making her rush with pleasure and heat and passion, and his eyes seemed to look right through her, even before this he knew her better than anyone ever had.

And yet, he was so wonderfully naive when they first met, she doubted that he knew she was propositioning him when she walked in on his shower in his shirt.

It didn't take long for her to realize there was more to Clark Kent than she had originally thought. Somewhere along the way his friendship meant everything to her. And then what they were doing now had become impossible, in spite of the fact she constantly dreamed about it.

But somehow, the world had been spun on its axis and Clark was on top of her world. And when he finally took her into his arms and into his bed she realized that's where he had been the whole time.

Her eyes were closed, but she was not asleep.

"God…what time is it?" she thought, but opening her eyes would only bring the reality of the situation to the front of her mind. She didn't want to think about the consequences.

She lay pressed against Clark's very solid chest wondering if he was asleep, and attempted to ease out of his arms without alerting him. She figured if she inched away slow enough he probably wouldn't wake up...His arm suddenly moved with purpose as did his body he pulled he to him even closer if that was possible, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear…

"You'rr not going anywhere!"

She slid her hand down his chest to his waist and attempted to push, only to find his hand on hers.

Finally she opened her eyes to find him watching her and grinning.

"You're going to be so upset when this spell wears off."

He grinned at her and said…"That'snottrue…yourspell won't wear off!"

"It's not my spell Smallville!"
But his hand began to caress her arm and he replied…"Its your spell alright…"
She watched his hand gently rubbing her arm, and found her hand move to the back of his neck and her lips crashing into his. She couldn't move fast enough. Clark found himself on his back with her on top. She was pushing and pulling him at all the right places. Within seconds he was calling out her name and making all sorts of fascinating sounds. His hands attempted to control her speed and rhythm, but she stubbornly pushed back at him in her own pace until the moment she found herself on her back once again.

"What took you so long?" she teased.

But Clark was having none of it…his mind was on conquest, and he made that very clear when his mouth claimed hers in response and his body pinned her down and he began to change the rhythm and pressure pushing deep within her,. Her hands began there own assault as she began moaning very loudly until she finally felt his release, and followed it with hers.

Collapsing on each other, she smiled when he whispered…"I told you itss yourspell..."