Friends or Lovers?

Folc4evernaday | Rated: M| Chapter 4

Across town, Albie Swinson was pacing around the quarters of Stanley Gables' estate. What to do? He wanted to go after all of Metropolis? The man was mad. Now, going after STAR Labs, he understood. He understood Gables' feelings of resentment towards STAR Labs, but now he wanted to attack ALL of Metropolis. What was he going to do? He couldn't allow this to continue.

Lois was taken aback by Clark's question. She had never heard him be so direct when it came to their relationship. He had always taken a back seat and given her the control of setting the pace. The decision was hers. Did she want to take a chance on her and Clark and possibly lose the friendship they had been developing over the last few years or did she want to go back to just being his friend?

One look at him and she knew that would never be possible. Every kiss they had shared had ignited something within her she didn't even know existed before. The night before things had gotten out of control, but she'd discovered the passion she felt for him was not one-sided. She had never felt this way about any other man. He was gorgeous, strong, gentle, caring, and the best person she knew and he wanted her.

Immediately, she knew her answer. "Yes."

A megawatt smile spread across his face. He leaned in and kissed her, gently at first, but then, when he sensed she was craving more, he deepened the kiss. "I love you," he whispered in her ear, then captured her mouth once more.

Lois moaned against his mouth. Her hands roamed up and down his chest, feeling the hard, taut muscles beneath his cotton dress shirt. Her arms circled around his neck, pulling him closer. The anxiety she had felt over their budding relationship was long gone.

He released her mouth, resting his forehead against hers. It amazed her to see Clark so vulnerable in her arms. "You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he finally managed.

"Good." She captured his mouth once more and smiled as he moaned in pleasure against her lips. The light rumble of his voice tickled her lips. She laughed in spite of herself as she leaned back into the couch, pulling Clark on top of her.

"God, you are so beautiful," he murmured as he planted a trail of butterfly kisses along her neck. She laughed when he found one of her more sensitive spots. "I love everything about you."

He planted another kiss on her neck.

"Even my temper?" she asked joking with him.

"Mmm hmm," He planted a kiss on her collarbone.

"Mmm," Lois moaned as she felt his hardness press up against her. She tightened her grip around him. "Oh, Clark,"

He looked up at her and smiled, "You like that?"

"Oh, God," she gasped out as she nodded her head in agreement.

He smiled and captured her mouth once more. He boldly slid his hands up the back of her tank top, caressing her backside. She arched her back slightly, encouraging the exploration of her body. She frantically rubbed her palms up and down his chest, tugging his dress shirt out of his pants. He murmured his agreement as he felt her warm hands begin to caress his perfect six pack. The memory of how he had felt pressed up against her a few nights ago had been seared into her mind. If Clark hadn't stopped she wouldn't have put an end to their activities. But he had stopped. He had known they weren't ready to take that next step yet. Were they ready now?

The feeling of his body pressed up against hers felt so right. Was she ready for this? She wrapped her arms more securely around him, pulling him close. She sought out his touch, whimpering against him as she reached for the buttons to his shirt.

He pulled away from her, understanding the predicament, and rolled them over so that she was straddling him. Lois smiled at her newfound position. "You always said you like to be on top." He winked at her conspiratorially.

She leaned in to kiss him and proceeded to unbutton his dress shirt with one hand while her other hand moved lower to caress his length. She grasped his member, causing him to gasp in surprise.

"Are…are…are you sure we're not going too fast?" He broke off the kiss slightly.

Lois looked down at him incredulously. "I told you I wanted to know you. I want to know all of you, Clark."

"I know. But we don't have to take this step right away..."

He was cut off by Lois capturing his mouth once more. "Enough talking," she said simply. Clark didn't put up a fight anymore. Once the last button had been released from its hole Lois shed him of his shirt and threw it across the room. When she returned her attention to Clark he had pulled away, slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Lois, I love you more than anything, but I really don't want to rush into anything….I-"

"What?"

"Well, I-I'm different,"

"Yeah, so?"

"So, I –I'm really not sure what we're doing here…"

She smiled impishly at him, "You didn't have any problems figuring it out before…." she purred seductively running her fingers down his chest, resting at the waistband of his slacks.

"But I stopped," he pointed out.

"But what if I don't want you to stop now?" Lois noticed the apprehension in his eyes and pulled away, "What's wrong?"

"Lois, I know this is a bit hard to believe, but I've never..."

"You've never what?" She asked.

"This…the other night-" he gestured to her body and their position, "…is about as far as I've ever gotten."

Realization dawned on her, "Oh, Clark," Lois kissed him soundly. "I didn't mean to pressure you,"

Clark laughed, "You're not pressuring me into anything, Lois."

"Good." She was tired of talking. She captured his mouth once more intent on pursuing their earlier activities.

"Mmm." He moaned into her mouth.

Outside Lois' apartment, a man stood on the fire escape, peeping into the apartment.

"Touch me, Clark," Lois whispered in between shuddered breaths. He obliged, slowly reaching his hand out to caress her ivory globes. She arched her back, taking in the full effect as he guided his other hand to caress the other mound.

She leaned into his touch and felt Clark harden against her. "Oh, God, Lois," he moaned as he felt Lois caress his length.

"Clark," she moaned as he slipped his hand into her shorts,

He felt the heat on his hands. He inhaled deeply…a scent that was uniquely Lois. The moisture covered his palms.

The shadowy figure knocked on the window. There was no response. He knocked again. Still no response. He'd have to make an entrance. CRASH! The glass shattered all over the living room.

Lois and Clark's heads shot up, breaking them from their reverie. "Oh, my."

"What the — ?" Clark got up from the couch to investigate, ignoring his own state of undress. Lois slipped Clark's dress shirt on, following him over to the window.

Lois approached Clark and found him holding Agent Scardino by the collar, up against the wall. "Dan? What are you doing here?"

"I was worried about you."

"You're worried about her, so you break in?" Clark angrily inquired.

"Don't you know how to use a door?" Lois snapped.

"I wasn't sure if you would answer."

"Yeah, that's breaking and entering," Clark said.

"Would you mind letting go of my neck, Kent? I'm having trouble breathing," Scardino wheezed out.

Clark looked at Scardino for a moment, then seemed to register the fact that he still had Scardino in his grip. He roughly threw Scardino to the ground.

"Thanks." Scardino brushed himself off and stood up. He took in the state of undress Lois and Clark were in and had the decency to look embarrassed. "Whoa! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude."

"Agent Scardino, you need to leave," Lois said firmly.

"Hey, I was just worried about you."

"Do the words 'I Don't Need You To Protect Me' mean anything to you? You are not welcome here at all. Do you have any idea how invasive and … UGH! You broke my window!" Lois noticed the broken glass scattered around the carpet and a hole in the window that opened up to the fire escape of her apartment.

"I'll pay for it."

"Do boundaries mean anything to you, Scardino?" Clark asked.

"Okay, obviously everyone is very upset because of my intrusion on your … uh, extracurricular activities. For that I apologize, but I'm not going to apologize for trying to look out for you."

"She doesn't need your protection, Scardino. Were you not listening two seconds ago?"

"I already lost someone to McCarthy before. I didn't want to see the same thing happen to you too."

"Who was she?" Lois asked, noticing the tone Dan had assumed.

"Jenna, my partner. A little mouthy, but I'm not exactly a monk."

"I'm sorry. We didn't know," Clark said quietly.

"It's fine."

"I understand WHY you're being so – overprotective — but understand this. I don't need your help and you need to leave me and Clark alone."

"I get it. I get it. Three's a crowd, huh?" He got up to leave. "I'll be around."

Lois shut the door behind him. "Can you believe that guy?"

Clark shook his head in disbelief. "He doesn't know when to stop."

"Hmmm. Well, enough about Scardino … " Lois flung her arms around Clark's neck and pulled him towards her in a passionate kiss.

"Mmm … " he moaned.

Albie Swinson paced the floors of the Gables estate, agonizing over his plight. How could he save Metropolis from its fate? Stanley Gables was obviously mad. What to do? Wait a minute, those reporters that the grave digger had chased off the property … maybe they could help. He only hoped it wasn't too late.

They had moved their previous activities to the bedroom. Clark lay beneath Lois as she straddled him. His hands rested on her hips as he explored her smooth ivory skin with his mouth. "I love you so much," he murmured.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out in pleasure as she felt his growing arousal pressed up against her. Her entire body ached for his touch. She wanted him. He captured her mouth once more, silencing her with his mouth as he rolled them over so he was ontop of her. She whimpered against him, rubbing her hands up and down his chest, aching for that closeness she craved.

"Oh, God," he murmured as she raked her fingernails up and down his chest.

She loved the sound of his voice aroused. She ran a sultry finger down his chest, tracing random patterns in her wake until she rested her hand at his waistband. She captured his mouth eagerly, savoring his taste. She smiled against his mouth, slipping her hand beneath his waistband as she explored the cotton below. Knowing she was the only one to touch him so intimately and fulfill the fantasies she'd had for so long as she reached for him. He let out a gasp in surprise once she'd found her target. She wrapped her hand around his engorged member, smiling . "Hello Superman, "

He smiled back at her, "Lois…" he lost his train of thought as she captured his mouth with her own.

She felt his arousal pulse in her grip, coming to life more and more with each caress. "Oh, God, yes…" she growled. She could feel the moisture in-between her legs growing as his man flesh pulsed in her grip.

He slipped his hand in-between her legs, tracing the moistened cotton with his index finger. "Cl…" she gasped in surprise when he slipped his finger beneath her cotton panties His finger grazed against her swollen nub for a moment then curled inside her, "Oh…" Just as quickly he removed it and brought it up to his mouth to taste. She shuddered as she watched him taste her feminine juices. Just watching his mouth move was turning her on. He leaned down to capture her mouth once more, then tugged at her cotton panties.

He moved down her body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along his path. She moaned in pleasure when he nudged at her ear. He'd have to remember that spot. He planned on repeating this night over and over again. He would die happy making love to Lois. He trailed a path of open-mouthed kisses along her collar bone; her moans of pleasure weren't lost on him. He felt her shudder beneath him as he lightly blew against her rosy buds. He looked up at her; she was biting her lip in anticipation. He slowly lowered his mouth to her breast, rasping his tongue against her bud. "Oh, God, Clark…" She raked a hand through his hair. He moved his other hand up her body to caress her other mound, rolling the bud lightly with his forefinger and thumb. "Clark…" she moaned. He felt her right leg wrap around his waist, gliding against his side seductively.

He moaned against her chest as he felt his arousal twitch against her. He alternated sides, taking her other breast into his mouth. "Yes," she moaned, pulling him closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist in approval.

He groaned, feeling her moist curls against his stomach. She arched her back against him as he continued his ministrations to her breasts. He felt her foot slip down his back, seductively tracing random patterns up and down his back. He moaned in approval and moved down her body, rasping his tongue against her abdomen.

"Oh, God, Clark," she rasped out, taking a hold of his member and pulling him towards her. "Please…" she pleaded with him.

That was all he needed to hear. He lowered himself in between her legs and allowed her to guide him in, reveling in the feeling of being one with her. She moaned against him as he sheathed himself fully. "Does that hurt?" he asked cautiously.

"No…" she moaned again. "…just been…a…long…Oh, yes…time," she managed, bucking her hips against his.

He smiled with relief and captured her mouth again. He couldn't get enough of her. She began to grind herself against him. "Oh, God…" he hissed. He began to move inside her, trying to find a rhythm. She sighed in pleasure, wrapping her arms around him.

Encouraged by her cries of pleasure he began to quicken the pace as he slid in and out of her. Every time he thought he couldn't go any deeper, she pulled him in more. "Yes…don't stop…" she pleaded with him as he drove into her faster and faster.

He felt her inner muscles tighten around him. "Oh, God, baby," he groaned. He fought to remain in control. He couldn't come undone this easily.

"Oh, Clark," She clung to him, whimpering against his skin. She arched her back, grinding her hips against his. Understanding what she needed he grabbed her by the hips, lifting her backside up off the mattress. He moaned in pleasure as he filled her more deeply with the new angle. "Yes….Oh, God….yes," she cried out as he drove into her.

"I love you, baby…" he moaned with her. He knew she was so close. He wanted to feel her arousal on him.

"Oh, God, Clark…Clark….yes…" she cried out clinging to him in desperation. Finally, he felt her begin to convulse around him. He moaned in pleasure as he inner muscles spasm around him. This was his undoing. He knew it.

"Oh, God, Lois…" he moaned in pleasure, continuing to drive into her as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

"Cl-ark!" she cried out. It was music to his ears. His name on her lips when she cried out in pleasure.

"Lo-is!" he cried out, pumping his seed into her. He collapsed on top of her. His legs were shaking. Any thought of moving was a foreign idea as of now. She still clung to him in the aftermath of their lovemaking, panting heavily. Her heart rate was racing, her face was flushed…He had just brought her to the point of ecstasy, crying out his name. He had dreamed of this so many nights for the last few years. It had seemed like a pipe dream for so long. Recently he had seen hope. Now he was living the reality of being with Lois Lane and making love with her.

Lois smiled up at him, lazily. "Do you have any idea how many times I dreamed about this?"

"Probably no more than I dreamed about it as well," he murmured against her ear.

"First it was Superman, and then it was Clark…" she said, seductively teasing his pebbled nipple.

"You fantasized about Clark?" he asked in disbelief. He knew she had had her fantasies about Superman but Clark…

"I suppressed so much, trying to hide," she whispered.

He leaned down to kiss her. "We were both trying to hide."

She smiled up at him. "I don't know why. Oh, Clark…" She wrapped her arms around him more securely. He rolled them over so they were on their sides, and then pulled her to him.

Clark moved to face her, cupping her cheek gently as he turned to speak to her. "I love you, Lois Lane," he whispered.

"I love you, Clark Kent," she whispered, turning to recapture his mouth.

TBC...