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Safe Play

Lois was in paradise. That was the word, there was no other way to describe it.

The dream hadn't returned, but being in Clark's arms had to be one of the most comfortable experiences that should exist in the world. She felt safe, protected from harm. Free to fantasize as much as she wanted. She imagined what it would be like to enjoy his kisses every day, his passionate gaze when they made love, the most banal of his affections. The only thing she wished was that this moment would never end.

Then the heat began to fade. Clark had awakened.

Lois felt his panic through his heartbeat, felt how his hands seemed afraid to keep touching her. She felt how he tried to pull away from her.

Lois swallowed.

She had a plan, she was going to play it safe. But she had to act fast, follow the steps she had outlined in her fantasies.

"Hummm, is it morning already?" Lois moaned sensually, sliding her fingers down Clark's abdomen. "It's still early, stay in bed a while longer."

Lois thanked winter for the sky covered with thick clouds. She didn't think she would be able to say such cheesiness without the double gloom provided by the weather and the curtains.

She moved closer to him, bringing her eyes to his equal height, letting by "accident" the blanket slide down and expose her well-turned curves. In an instant she had him completely captivated.

First victory, thought Lois. He doesn't want to run away anymore.

She bit her lips, certain Clark would notice how puffy they were. Her fingers climbed up to his scalp, where she entertained herself by playing for a few seconds with a few unruly locks. Then she simply kissed him.

Lois knew there had to be better ways to handle a night of passion. They could, for example, dress and talk civilly if it had to change something in their friendship.

But that had a much greater risk of not ending up the way she wanted it to.

Lois intertwined her fingers with his and meekly guided him to take possession of one of her breasts, sliding her leg between his at the same time.

Now everything depended on him. Was he going to reject her or reciprocate? Were her feminine charms not enough to seduce him? Why the hell was he taking so long to decide?

Then she felt something hard pressing against her belly. And then a hand trapping her ass.

It's mine, she celebrated mentally, full of pride.

Lois did not consider herself an easy woman.

Her direct attitude and brusque manner tended to endear him to men... and also to the displeasure of women. But that had never translated into a multitude of boyfriends or midnight escapades.

Well, yes, there were one or two occasions when she had made out with a boyfriend behind her father's back, but that was because she was leaving for another country the next day and would never see them again, so it didn't count.

With that in mind, Lois didn't understand why she was fantasizing so repeatedly about Clark pinning her against the alley walls and ripping off her dress.

"… I never told anyone about it, but that was one of the reasons I didn't insist on going to Metropolis University," Clark said, finishing his story.

They walked calmly hand in hand down the alley behind the Talon. The evening was over, and now all that remained was to slow their pace to postpone the farewell.

"Oh, come on. You're not serious," Lois laughed. "If I'd known something this funny was going to happen, I would have stayed hidden in the closet."

"I still remember the expressions of those girls when I told them that... well, that I had other tastes."

"You mean you had the same tastes as them," Lois laughed again, leaning against him to keep her knees from buckling. Only Clark would think of saying he was gay to get away from a couple of college girls. "Anyway, sorry for interrupting your big debut, I'll make it up to you someday."

They finally reached the back door of the Talon. Lois pulled out her key and opened the door, but didn't go in. She turned around expecting a goodbye kiss.

Clark did not disappoint her. In an instant he had her against the wall, devouring her lips urgently. He was aroused, felt it in his breathing and heartbeat, but his hands didn't leave her waist, respectful of the agreement between the two of them.

"You can make it up to me now if you want," Clark whispered in her ear.

Lois stifled a groan. What she wanted most was to invite him into her room, lock the door and not leave her bed until noon tomorrow. But she couldn't. She wished with all her heart, but she couldn't. She needed to know that they could have fun without needing to be naked. She needed to know that their relationship was not solely based on sex.

"Chloe is upstairs," she said, pulling away from his lips.

Clark didn't let her go. He kissed her neck, distributing soft bites along her jugular.

"Get into my arms and in three seconds we can be in my loft," he murmured against her skin, making her legs wobble.

She wanted it, she wanted it so badly. It had felt so good to make love in the barn, completely in the dark, sinking between the piles of straw with every thrust, with every scream of pleasure.

Twenty-six sexual encounters in less than ten days, Lois. That's your entire relationship with him. They're barely on the first date! Is that what you really want to mean to him, just sex?

"Third date, Clark. Please. We agreed."

Clark stopped kissing her neck and looked into her eyes. His gaze showed not only an enormous hunger for her, but also extraordinary self-control. He looked so tender. She couldn't help but stand on her tiptoes and kiss him one last time.

Well. Okay, maybe on the second date, Lois thought, breaking the kiss and stepping back before changing her mind.

"See you tomorrow, Clark."

"See you tomorrow, Lois."