A/N: The Smut Squad asked and I delivered. Things get dirty here. Read at your own risk.
She'll never get used to flying with him. It's like the most intense, heart-stopping, breath-taking roller coaster she's ever been on. And while Lois has always been a fan of roller coasters—the more intense, heart-stopping, and breath-taking the better—there's something completely different about being strapped into a seat attached to a hulking metal structure that undergoes routine safety inspections than soaring over the streets of Metropolis supported by only Clark's arms.
Although, she rationalizes as her stomach dips with another change in altitude, roller coasters break down occasionally, even with their inspections, and Clark never has. Yet. But there's a first time for everything.
That's why, as he zooms through the night air over the bright lights of the city below, Lois can't help but grip his shoulders tightly and screw her eyes closed and pray for a safe landing. This power of his is so new that she still isn't entirely sure she can trust it.
"Lois." He slows dramatically and she wiggles a little to test him. If they're back on the Planet's roof, he'll set her down with no questions, but if they're still aloft…
He tightens his grip on her thighs. Well, at least that's settled. She'll just keep her eyes closed until she's back on solid ground, thank you very much.
"Lois," he says again, lips close to the shell of her ear. "Open your eyes. Look down."
If she weren't scared to death, she might laugh at the suggestion. As it is, she just sucks in a deep breath of the cold night air and shakes her head. "Nope. No way. That is not happening."
He sighs. "Why not? It's beautiful up here."
"Haven't I ever told you that I'm afraid of heights?"
"You're Lois." He kisses her temple. "You aren't afraid of anything."
"Yeah, well…" She tightens her grip on his neck and gasps in fear as he shifts her weight in his arms. "I guess 'plummeting to my death' is a pretty good way to start Lois Lane's List of Things She's Afraid Of," Lois says through clenched teeth as she digs her fingernails into his shoulders.
"Okay, seriously," he mutters. "I'm not going to drop you. The view from up here is absolutely incredible. That's why I brought you up with me."
"You mean you won't drop me on purpose…" she grumbles. It's not that she even thinks he'd do it as a joke, knowing he could catch her… But sometimes things happen… And what if there just so happens to be a store of kryptonite somewhere close to render him powerless? She'd go splat in three seconds.
"I'd never let anything happen to you. Just… Trust me."
She takes a quick mental inventory of her situation. On one hand, she'd rather crawl across broken glass than open her eyes up here; but on the other, Clark can be damn persistent when he puts his mind to something, and she doesn't see him relenting about this. And she does trust him, even when his arms are under her knees and her arms are draped around his neck and they're hanging in the air, God knows how far above the city streets. She does trust him, but she'd definitely feel more secure if the slick material of the suit didn't slide over her blazer and skirt in a not-so-reassuring manner every time he moves.
"Please…" he whispers in her ear. "Please just trust me."
She will never get used to flying with him.
But she does trust him, more than she's ever trusted anyone in her entire life. So Lois takes a deep, shaky breath and opens her eyes slowly. They have to be at least a mile up, but even she can agree that the view is worth the churning in the belly. The lights from the high-rise buildings twinkle under her dangling feet and reflect in the inky black water of the river. To her left, the giant Daily Planet globe spins slowly.
"Oh, wow…" she breathes. "You were so right."
He laughs and the vibrations from his body to hers send chills down her spine.
Eyes wide open, Lois takes in the sight of Metropolis below her. She's flown with him before, in the months since he discovered the power just in time to save the world from Apokolips, but it's usually only short distances and she always closes her eyes and prays until they reach their destination. Clark's been asking her to come up with him at night for about a month, but she'd staunchly refused until tonight. But now… With the twinkling lights underneath them and the breeze from the wind blowing through her hair, she wonders why she fought this for so long.
"You trust me?" Clark asks.
She nods. "Always."
Without warning, he pulls his arm from under her knees, but supports her shoulders so she doesn't fall, and gently lowers her until her feet meet his. Of course. Their standard position for dancing.
"Now." He grins. "I can look at you properly."
She scoffs. "You brought me all the way up here to look at me? What about the city?"
"Oh, Metropolis at night isn't nearly as beautiful as you."
She rolls her eyes, but her lips turn up in a smile just before he kisses her and then she couldn't care less that she's suspended a mile above the city, supported only by the man she loves, because his hands are on the small of her back and his lips are hot on hers.
"You drive me crazy," she whispers breathlessly when she pulls away for air after what feels like forever.
Then he looks at her and the desire in his blue eyes is unmistakable. "Let me touch you," he says.
"When we get home, we can—"
"No. Here."
She gulps. "Here?"
"Don't you trust me?"
"With my life." She nods, tightens her grip on his neck, and kisses him hard.
With one hand—and without taking his mouth from hers—he pushes her skirt up around her hips, guides her right leg around his waist, and gives her panties a swift tug. She sighs mentally. It's really no use buying nice underwear with Clark; he just tears them off her.
But then she can't be mad, because his fingers find her center and he breaks their kiss to smile smugly.
"You're already dripping."
"You're a tease."
And he's kissing her again and sliding two long fingers inside her so slowly she thinks she's going to die. She whimpers and shifts her hips a little, a silent proclamation for him to hurry it up already.
"Someone's anxious." He chuckles. "Tell me what you want, Lois."
The suit changes him, she's learned. Sex with Clark is always fantastic, but it's different when he's in the suit. When he's Clark it's soft and sweet and slow; when he's Superman it's rough and brazen and dirty. Most nights she can't decide which she likes better.
Take this, for example. If he didn't have on the suit and they weren't suspended in the air, if they were at home in their loft in bed, he would never ask her to talk dirty to him. He wouldn't mind it if she did, but he'd never ask her to.
She looks at him. Their mouths are so close, she can feel his breath hot on her lips. "I want to feel you move inside me."
He starts a slow rhythm with his fingers. "And what else?"
"I want to…" She gasps. "Oh, God, Clark…"
He curls his fingers. "What else, Lois?"
"I want to come."
"Ask nicely." He picks up speed and flicks his thumb over her clit.
"Please…" Her voice is barely a whisper as she lays her head on his strong shoulder and struggles to maintain her grip. Her stiletto digs into his ass and she stands on her tip toe in a desperate attempt to bring him closer to her. She is so close. "Please, Clark."
"Look at me." He moves his fingers faster. "I want to watch you."
It feels impossible because all her energy is focused on the tight ball of heat in her belly, but she lifts her head from his shoulder and meets his marine eyes with her hazel. Her chest heaves. He is relentless.
Then the ball explodes and spreads into every inch of her and her toes curl in her shoes and she gasps as she rides his hand through completion.
He licks his fingers clean as she tugs down her skirt with one hand and tries to catch her breath.
"Why haven't we done this before?" she asks, gazing up at him.
"Because until now you've been too afraid to come up with me." He laughs. "If I remember correctly, 'plummeting to her death' is the first thing on Lois Lane's List of Things She's Afraid Of."
"Consider me cured."
Clark smiles, kisses her, and wraps his cape around them both before they fly even higher. Below them, the lights of Metropolis twinkle on.
A/N: Thank you!