Chapter 20

Five weeks passed and Clark worked hard at the Daily Planet, coming home as early as he could to be with Lois and the babies. He adjusted well to the new house and lifestyle in Metropolis. For Lois, being home, that was a little harder on her, but she was good at whatever she put her mind to.

She was thoroughly exhausted but still managed to survive two infants and demanded a peaceful solo run when Clark got home, even on the rare occasions when that was after dark. Clark wasn't too fond of that, Metropolis not being Smallville, but Lois didn't give Clark much of a say.

Lois worked hard at being a mother but was secretly ashamed to admit she missed working. She missed having a human being to talk to during the day.

It was evening and Lois felt slightly chilly in her spaghetti strapped, lavender thigh-high nightgown. Pulling one of Clark's blue shirts out of the closet as they talked about their plans for the weekend, she slid her arms into it, her shoulders remaining bare based on the size of it.

"Clark, you've had that electric toothbrush since the day you came back," Lois told him, leaning against the wall of their bedroom as Clark fussed inside the bathroom. "What's the problem?"

"I don't like it."

"It's better for you. Get used to it."

Lois went on about picking up Clark's crap off the floor and organizing as he put the toothbrush down. Lois was learning quickly that when you have children and a family, there has to be order in your house. Clark came out just as she was throwing the clothes in the closet and when he saw her, nightgown and in his shirt, he stopped literally in his tracks.

"What?" she asked, her brown locks cradling her face.

He walked over to her and kissed her with a force that literally brought her toes off the ground for a second. Not at all prepared she smiled into kiss, her hands going to his face. Immediately his hands went around her waist again, easing her body off the ground and up against his.

It occurred to her as his lips nipped and danced across hers how long it had been for him. It had been over three years and each day more that he didn't touch her must wear on him.

Probably wearing a short, cute nightgown didn't helping things.

*Good job Lois*

"Are you healed?" he murmured against her mouth.

"I have my appointment in a week," she breathed, letting his tongue slip inside her mouth, though when he did, it made her appointment seem non-existent. "Clark," she whispered, trying her best to be the rational one. "It's just a few more days."

His hand ran up her neck, cupping the side of her face. "Is there really a difference?" he asked, running his mouth along her jaw, his fingers teasing her.

"I don't…know. I guess it's a good idea…to be safe."

"What if there was no…" he trailed off, biting gently on the outer shell of her ear. "What if I didn't…"

The words he didn't finish instantly came into her mind.

"Oh," she replied, slightly surprised at herself for not thinking of this first. "Yeah, I want to touch you and be with you, Clark. I know how long you've waited—"

She was interrupted by his mouth over hers again. Immediately he was clouding her judgment. His hands were on her body, invading her thoughts, her mind. She wanted to touch him, stroke him, give him pleasure but his hands were going up her back and pulling the shirt off her, letting it fall to the floor.

"Clark, let me—"

"No, shhh," he said, placing a finger over her lips.

Lifting her up, he wrapped her legs around his waist, pulled the sheets back and gently lying her on the bed. Lois felt every inch of her tighten, ache, and pulsate in need as Clark descended slowly over her. She didn't feel as beautiful as she wished, still wanting to lose about ten pounds, but of course Clark didn't notice at all. Clark took her nightgown and pushed it off her body, tossing it carelessly.

Two fingers sank into her mouth. She tasted the saltiness of them, running her tongue on as much of them as she could before he pulled them out, using her own moisture to tease the tips of her nipples before he blew on them, giving them minimal attention and moving lower.

His strong hands ran along her legs, the soft pads of his fingers gliding along her inner thighs, parting them allowing oxygen to reach places babies sometimes make you forget you have. She began to shake with excitement.

She felt his finger touch her in that one perfect place, that pressure point of nerves, and he pushed on it. Snaking back she grabbed a handful of a sheet, needing something to cling to.

Then it was his tongue. Slipping in at the bottom of her opening he slid in slowly. Slid in all the way…then out.

So much for no penetration.

First it was slow, with little bits of teasing as he held her legs down, demanding that she begin to feel the frustration he was inflicting on her.

He let one leg go as he used two fingers to stimulate her clit, pinching the sensitive nerves and then applying firm pressure until she felt the thick warmth beating in her from head to toe.

She bucked her hips and arched her head back as his tongue continued to quicken its pace going in and out of her, lapping up her white-hot essence.

"Clark, I want it," she cried.

Applying pressure he looked up at her.

"Like that?"

"Yeah," she breathed, barely able to form sentences.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

Eyes closed, she licked her dry lips.

"More…harder."

She could feel him inside her, his tongue flicking in and out, sucking hard. She felt the waves coming in layers splitting inside her.

"Clark, please."

Pulling his tongue out he used his fingers to push her over the edge, make her crash. Falling hard, she bunched up the sheets in her hands, curled her toes and cried out.

Releasing breaths as he gently rained soft kisses on her stomach, she exhaled, relaxing her hands and feet.

Barely having time to surrender to the ecstasy she felt Clark's body coming up over hers, pulling her into his arms.

Breathing heavily again almost immediately, she still found her strength and pushed his shirt over his shoulders and off his body. Clark's strong form covered her, his mouth consuming hers. He kissed her lips, sucking, tasting, sliding and stroking. Pushing her head back he attacked her neck as she reached down below to touch him with her hands.

Grabbing them, he pushed them over her head, stopping her.

"Why…won't you let…me?" she murmured against his lips.

He didn't answer. He just continued to seduce her, touch her and caress her. The truth was he wanted to be with her. He wanted to touch her and kiss her and if they did have sex, that's a risk they'd choose. But he didn't want her servicing him because he'd been gone for three years.

He just wanted to feel her with him. And to be honest, every second more that they became entwined with each other, the harder he became. His pants somehow got lost along the way. Thank God his boxers were still between them. There were light bite marks along her shoulders and neck and her lips were swollen from kisses that weren't anywhere near finished.

"Do you want to do this anyway?" she asked.

"You have to tell me. You have to tell me because I don't want to hurt you."

Just then, a baby cry came from the room next store and Lois threw her head back in aggravation.

"Oh my God," she cried.

"Could've have cried before we got started," Clark said sarcastically, starting to get up off of Lois.

Lois ran her hands through her hair, both satisfied and incredibly frustrated with wanting more all at the same time.

XxX

The next day, Lois scrambled on the main floor warming up a bottle with Jonathan as she waited for Ellen to wake up. Clark had super-sped the house clean as he usually tried to do before leaving for work, but it was already starting to get messy. Tripping over baby things, she put her tiny angel its seat and tried to organize momentarily. It was almost 2:00 in the afternoon and she hadn't had a chance to take a shower yet.

She took one at midnight last night, the only spare second she had. When it was clear she and Clark weren't going to get any time together, he went on Daddy patrol and she took a ten minute break in the bathroom by herself.

Showers and runs were all she ever got these days.

Now, in her robe and nightgown, she went about her daily routine of playing mother and house manager for the day. Just as she finished clearing the hallway from the living room to the kitchen, the formula was ready.

Lois was getting the bottle ready when she heard the doorbell ring, which made Jonathan whimper. Scooping him up, she made her way out towards the front door with him secured in her arms. She tripped her foot against the couch and cried out in pain, making Jonathan scream too.

Finally reaching the door, she yanked it open.

"What?" she exclaimed.

Looking up, she saw Lex Luthor in front of her. Instant fear, anger, and bitterness came over her.

"Lois," he said in that snide voice that she hated.

She realized suddenly that she had a tiny baby in her arms with a bottle full of formula and that she was still in her nightgown at 2:00 in the afternoon. She felt powerless and she hated it.

"Oh you," she sneered. "Get off my steps and go back to Europe."

Apparently she still had no problems telling him to go to hell.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Before she could answer Ellen began to cry loudly upstairs and Lois instantly turned. Looking back at Lex for a moment, she sighed.

"Just, go away, leave me alone, and stay away from me. Forever!"

She shut the door as hard as she could with her free hand, but concentrating more on getting to her daughter, she didn't succeed. Lex inserted his hand at the last second, preventing it from slamming all the way shut.

Lois was up the stairs by the time Lex opened the door again, and he was amazed by the house he saw, coming into it slowly. A lot of work had gone into it. He saw the perfect life it represented. The perfect photos on the wall, the way it was decorated to perfection and the way Lois tried to incorporate Clark's past into the present. He'd known Lois was a smart woman and this role she'd put herself into certainly hadn't taken any of her brain cells.

He saw a ladder against one of the walls, beside it a larger photo in a frame, probably taken by Jimmy, waiting to be hanged. As Lex edged closer he saw it was of one of the babies. He looked around and saw photos of Clark's parents, the twins, and Chloe. He heard a faint barking from the backyard from Shelby as he started making his way up the stairs. The barking was being drowned out by the baby cries.

Getting closer to the sound of Lois soothing her daughter, Lex appeared in the doorframe.

"What are you doing inside my house?" she hissed, carrying her daughter in her arms.

Her son was on her daughter's changing table, lying there happily.

"You've created quite a nice life for yourself," he commented as he eyed the room thoroughly.

"I didn't ask your opinion, get out."

She tried to calm her fussing daughter, rocking her with slight impatience. She was more concerned with kicking Lex's ass at the moment.

"Come on Ellen, work with me here."

Lois's robe had fallen down her shoulders a bit, revealing her breasts as they were pushed upwards by holding her baby.

"It must be nice to have gotten your figure back," Lex noticed underhandedly.

Lois's eyes met his angrily. She pulled her robe up and gently set her daughter in the crib.

"Leave your vulgarity at the door. And you see the door that you're standing in, turn around, walk through it, and keep going."

She went back to attending her daughter as her son began gurgling. Lois lip-sank baby words to Ellen as Lex made his way over to Jonathan, gathering him up his arms to hand him to his mother. When Lois turned to see her son in her enemy's arms, panic rose in her.

"Give him to me," she said.

"I'm not going to hurt him," Lex said, handing him over.

"Oh, like hell you aren't," Lois replied. "If you don't leave, the police and my fist will be the least of your worries. Your money won't save you from the hell I'll put you through."

"Don't make threats, Lois."

Lois glared at him and took her son from the room. Lex looked down at her baby with interest.

Clark's children.

Clark's children with Lois.

The tiny baby girl looked up at him with blue eyes, just as interested as he was. Lex's wonder was interrupted by the cocking of a gun. Lois came towards him, infuriated eyes and a gun in her slightly shaking hands.

"Step away from the crib and get out of the room," she whispered.

"Lois," he said softly, putting his hands up in defeat.

"Don't 'Lois' me, Lex. Just because you wrote my check doesn't mean you get to terrorize and take my life from me now. You do anything to my children and I will blow you away without a second thought. I'm not as good a person as Clark. I never claimed to be."

"Does Clark know you have a gun in the house with babies?" he asked, slowly making his way to the door of the nursery.

"He knows," Lois replied, roughly pushing him so he would move faster, shutting the door softly behind her. "He hasn't ever approved but I bet after today he'll be much calmer about it. Go down the steps, now."

Lex made his way down the steps with her gun at his back. Getting him to the front door, she aggressively pushed him out.

"I don't know what your plan is but whatever it is, I will be there to fight you. I have children to protect. If you take them from me I will end you."

"You don't understand anything, do you Lois?" Lex said casually. "See this whole life you've made, this whole world you've created for yourself, I'm not here to destroy it. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

And with that, he walked away.

Lois shut the door behind him, resting against it in confusion. After a few minutes of analysis that went nowhere, she decided not to call Clark and worry him until she figured out if Lex's words held any truth.

Lois called Chloe and flooded her with an earful, and Chloe finally told Lois to use the top part of the phone for a minute while she explained that it was humanly possible that Lex may have been honest. Lois gave her hell for that line, making Chloe work overtime to defend her words. It wasn't that Chloe thought the world of Lex suddenly, but as long as Lois had her two children with Clark, Lex had Lana far away and all to himself. There was no logical reason to mess that up.

Chloe convinced Lois to let her ask Oliver to help her check up on Lex before she did anymore flipping out. Chloe's support and reason, as usual eased Lois's nerves and she breathed in, letting herself relax.

"I'm not going to tell Clark he came by."

"I agree with that decision. You might want to put the gun back, and take the bullets out."

"I did that already. But I just don't want him to fly across the ocean and do something stupid. Clark isn't impulsive like me, but then again Lex was holding one of the babies. I've never been so scared."

"He can't hurt you, Lois. Nothing bad is going to happen. Go take care of those babies and I'll call you when I get off work."

~~~~~To Be Continued~~~~~