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“Little Lo?”
Lois whipped around at the nickname – nobody called her that except her father to annoy her, or Clark, imitating her father, to annoy her.
She blinked rapidly when she realised who she was looking at.
“Sharpe?” she asked, looking him up and down to make sure. “Holy shit!”
Lois lurched forward to hug him, smiling brightly as she let him go and smacked him on the shoulder.
“How ya doing, Lane?” he smiled at her.
He hadn’t changed; Anthony Sharpe was just as gorgeous as he ever was.
Six foot three, shaggy blond hair that would surely get shaved the second he was back on the base, broad shoulders and bright blue eyes with just a little too much cheekiness in them to make a good solider.
“What are you doing in Metropolis?” Lois asked, brushing her hair out of her face.
Sharpe smiled at her, stepping out of the sidewalk and nodding at her to follow to let foot traffic through.
“Had an appointment in town,” he said vaguely. “I was actually going to stop by the Planet, I thought I’d look you up. The General never shuts up about how his little Lo is a successful journalist.”
Lois smiled at the compliment while fleetingly thanking the stars that Sharpe didn’t barrel straight into the bullpen and find her at her desk.
“Oh, to you he never shuts up about it, but to me, he’s on my ass about wanting me to pick a more boring career,” Lois complained.
Sharpe smiled, and for a split second, she remembered being sixteen, looking up into those blue eyes, and being captivated. Lois smiled as she remembered the trouble they used to get into together.
Lois frowned as something clicked.
“Your hair’s so long,” she said.
Lois really looked at him – it must be a few months’ worth of growth. His clothes were fully civilian, and he looked tired, bags under his eyes, clearly burdened by something.
“Are you out?”
Sharpe shook his head.
“I’m on leave for a while,” he said, purposefully vague.
Lois raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to crack. He never could resist spilling his guts whenever she did the thing with her eyes that made him –
“I've been put on leave,” Sharpe said, sighing. “Shit, how do you do that, Lane?”
Lois scoffed at him playfully.
“What, like you’re hard to crack?”
She processed what he said and schooled her face, watching him closely.
“Seriously, Sharpe, are you okay?”
Sharpe faltered a little, his shoulders tensing slightly.
“I was serious about coming to see you,” he said, looking around and scanning the street. “Do you think we could grab dinner?”
Lois nodded. Something had to be wrong; they hadn’t spoken in nearly ten years, and a career army man going on leave and coming to find her at the most prestigious newspaper in the world all pointed to something strange that she just had to know about.
“Tonight?” she asked.
Sharpe smiled at her, his bright white teeth on display.
“Sal’s Steakhouse at seven?” he asked.
Lois smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“I’ll be there,” she smiled, giving him a quick hug goodbye as she walked away, heading back to the Planet.
She thought about what could be going on as she made her way down the block, making her way to her desk in a daze as she considered all the options.
“Earth to Lois.”
Lois shook herself as she turned to Randall, who was staring at her.
“What’s up?” she asked.
Randall eyed her closely as he nodded his head to the desk next to her.
“Where’s your better half?” he asked.
“City Hall, pulling some records for a story he’s working on,” Lois said.
Randall nodded, handing her a copy of her latest story.
“This is running tomorrow, front page. Good work Lane,” he said before he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.
She smiled, looking at her latest story exposing a Kansas politician for accepting bribes from big businesses in exchange for government contracts. Come tomorrow, the exposé would surely cause an investigation.
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“Stop,” Lois said breathlessly, trying to push him away.
Clark shook his head, kissing her deeper, his body pressing her against the wall. Lois laughed as his hands found their way up her skirt, grabbing his wrists and stilling him.
“Make me,” he taunted, pressing his erection against her.
“I have to go, Romeo,” she said, giving him a sweet kiss before pushing him off of her.
“I haven’t seen you all day, I miss you,” Clark pouted.
Lois tried not to smile at his sweet face; she loved when he was all over her, she really did. It made her feel special, and powerful , to have Clark begging for her, desperate for her. But she only had twenty minutes to make a thirty minute drive across town to meet Sharpe for dinner, and if she stayed with Clark –
“Ten minutes, then you superspeed me to my meeting,” she breathed.
Clark was already unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants down his thighs before Lois finished speaking. She hiked her skirt up and pulled him back to her, gasping as Clark snaked his hands up her thighs and pulled her underwear down, hitching her leg up over his waist and thrusting inside her without any hesitation.
Lois moaned; Clark was so big, so thick, so hot , so perfect for her, pushing her to her limits and always leaving her desperate for more. Lois pulled him in for a kiss as he fucked her roughly against the wall right next to their front door, moaning into his mouth as he groped at her ass and growled low in his throat.
“Oh my god, Clark,” she whimpered, holding onto him tighter.
Clark kissed her messily as he grabbed her wrist from his shoulder and slammed it against the wall, holding her there as he grunted and sped up his thrusts. Lois gasped as she felt her orgasm building, biting at Clark’s bottom lip as he used his free hand to circle her clit, forcing her orgasm hard and fast.
He held on until she came, moving back as Lois shoved him off of her, dropping to her knees and swallowing his hard cock, moaning at the taste of them together. Lois moaned around him, tightly stroking his base as she looked up at him, making sure to make her eyes extra wide and wet and desperate for him –
It worked, just like the sight of her on her knees for him always got Clark off. Lois swallowed as he came down her throat, moaning at the sweet taste of him. She had never been with a man who tasted the way Clark did; she had never really enjoyed the logistics of swallowing before, always enjoying pleasuring her partners but never that part, until she slept with Clark.
Clark slapped the wall behind her as he finished coming, grunting lowly as she swallowed one more time around him. She held out her hand and he helped her up, kissing her slow and deep as he pushed her back against the wall, his hands moving back up her skirt.
Lois pushed his face away, laughing as she stepped out from the cage of his arms, bending down to collect her underwear and walk to the bathroom in their tiny apartment, trying to recentre her clothes.
“Two minutes, then you’re dropping me off on Second,” Lois said.
Clark grunted softly behind her; she didn’t need to turn around to know that he was catching his breath against the wall, not moving.
Lois rolled her eyes when she saw herself in the mirror; her hair had frizzed out, and her lipstick was a mess. She was flushed pink, her eyes glassy and her lips swollen. She took off her engagement ring and washed her face quickly, avoiding her eye make up and reapplying her lipstick quickly before she sprayed on perfume and walked to the bedroom.
Clark came in behind her, kissing her neck as she grabbed a new pair of underwear, his hands reaching down for her thighs as she slipped on a thong –
“Smallville, seriously, we gotta go,” she said, turning in his arms and kissing him, falling into him –
Lois shoved him away from her, blinking rapidly.
“Don’t do that,” she admonished.
Clark smiled crookedly at her, his green eyes sparkling brightly.
“Do what?”
“ That ,” she said, waving vaguely over his body.
Clark smiled predatorily, looking her up and down.
“This is your fault,” he said.
Lois laughed and walked back to the main room, grabbing her coat and her bag.
“Come on, let’s hustle,” she ordered.
She watched as Clark changed in a flash, dressed in his red jacket and black boots.
“Where am I taking you?” he asked.
“Sal’s,” Lois said, checking her watch.
She was already two minutes late, but two minutes to a military man was –
Before she could even register Clark’s hands on her, she was standing next to Sal’s. Lois blinked at Clark, who looked smug.
“Thanks, super stud,” she said, smiling at him.
Clark winked at her, and her smile widened as he rushed off, leaving her to her dinner with Sharpe.
He hadn’t asked her who she was meeting, and she hadn’t said anything; Clark had something to do with Oliver, Chloe and Tess tonight, and Lois hadn’t pressed for details. Lois knew Clark well enough to know that he would tell her what was going on when there was something to tell, and he knew her well enough to know that she was always out and about chasing a story.
Lois smoothed out her hair and walked into Sal’s, giving the hostess Sharpe’s name and being led to a table in the back. She smiled as she saw him, dressed nicely in a blue dress shirt that matched his eyes, and a dark grey suit.
“There she is,” he smiled as he stood up to greet her, kissing her cheek and pulling out her chair.
Lois thanked him, sitting down and tucking her bag on the floor underneath her, surreptitiously sticking her phone under her thigh so she could feel if Clark texted her.
“Hey, soldier,” she said, taking a long sip of the water in front of her.
She ended up sculling the glass, laughing to herself at how quickly Clark had worn her out and exhausted her.
“You okay, Lane?” Sharpe asked, concern in his eyes. “You look flushed.”
Lois huffed an awkward laugh.
“I rushed here,” she said, technically not lying.
“In those heels?” Sharpe asked, eyebrow raised.
Lois laughed, picking up her menu and looking at her options.
“There’s nothing I can’t do in these heels,” Lois said.
They caught up superficially as they placed their orders, Lois enjoying the red wine Sharpe had ordered them. They reached a lull when the waitress left, Lois feeling slightly awkward as she sat there.
“What’s going on, soldier?” Lois asked gently.
Sharpe leaned in slightly closer to her, looking around as if to make sure nobody could overhear them.
“There was uh, a mission last week, it went awry,” he said.
Lois leaned in to hear him better, frowning as she listened.
“What happened?”
“My unit was stationed in Fort Riley ten days ago,” he started. “We were working as security for a high profile government aide, all top secret, we still don’t know who it was. We never saw who we were guarding. They were locked inside, and we were guarding the perimeter.”
Lois nodded, waiting.
“We were, uh, attacked, I guess,” Sharpe said. “Some mother fucker came out of nowhere and killed most of my unit.”
Lois gasped softly, reaching across the table to touch his arm, comforting him.
“I’m so sorry,” she said.
Sharpe shook his head and smiled flatly, looking haunted at the memory.
“It’s part of the job,” he said. “But this guy, he was like some sort of ghost, Lo. Nobody even saw him. One minute we were all standing around in silence, and the next, everybody was dead. I’ve seen combat before Lo, but this? This was something else.”
Lois frowned, wracking her brain for any news about an attack at Fort Riley.
“I didn’t hear anything about an attack,” she said.
“Of course you didn’t,” Sharpe said. “It was covered up. Forty-five soldiers dead, five survivors, including me. We were all stood down on leave, we can’t return until we meet with some doctor. It's shady, Lo, all off the books.”
Lois shook her head in shock.
“I’m so sorry, my god.”
Sharpe moved his arm as he reached for his wine glass and Lois pulled her hand back to herself, watching him closely.
“Why were you stood down?” Lois asked, feeling herself go into reporter mode.
Sharpe clammed up as their waiter returned with their food, Lois thanking them and waiting for them to leave for Sharpe to continue talking.
“Officially? Stress leave. Unofficially? Something weird is going on,” he said. “Sanders and I were supposed to go a few days ago, but after Whittles went and came back with his memory gone, we split. Doherty as well. Gaddes is unaccounted for.”
"Where’s this doctor?”
Sharpe handed her a business card with an address on it. Lois turned it over in her hand and frowned. She knew the area; there weren’t any businesses around there.
"I’ll look into this,” she promised.
Sharpe looked at her intently.
“Lo, I need you to write about this,” he whispered. “I’ve been collecting some evidence on that night, but I need your help.”
Lois nodded without hesitation.
“Of course I'll help.”
Sharpe smiled, finally taking a bite of his food, eyeing her closely.
“Thank you, Lois,” he said.
Lois waved his thanks away; she hadn’t done anything yet.
"I'm still trying to locate Gaddes,” Sharpe said. “Doherty is in Metropolis, and Sanders communicated to me yesterday that he would head down this way.”
Lois frowned.
"What happened to Whittles?”
Sharpe shrugged his shoulders.
"He’s back on duty like nothing happened.”
“Can you leave?” Lois asked, already knowing the answer. “Claim an injury and retire? The General could probably help –”
Sharpe grimaced.
“Nah. Unless I had someone on the outside, I couldn’t imagine leaving,” he said, looking at her with a strange look on his face.
Lois nodded; she’d heard that from army boys before. Plenty of the boys she grew up with on the bases said the same thing, only opting out of continuing their service when the met local girls or returned to their high school sweethearts.
She had met Sharpe when she was sixteen; he was eighteen, freshly enlisted and under her father’s command. She and Wes had fizzled out when he had moved to another base to continue his training, and Sharpe had turned up, so blond and beautiful and bold, wooing her quickly.
They had snuck around for nearly eight months before her father caught them in a compromising position and shipped Sharpe off to another base. He had tried to reach out to her for a couple of weeks, but Lois had cut him off, not wanting to dwell on the past, on something she could no longer have.
“Besides, I need to find out who attacked us, and why they’re trying to cover it up,” Sharpe said, his voice hard.
"We’re going to find them,” Lois promised, reaching for his arm across the table.
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Lois woke up to soft kisses up her spine, sighing to herself at the warmth that suddenly enveloped her. She felt hands on her hips gently moving her; she finally opened her eyes, smiling when she saw Clark leaning over her.
“Hi baby,” she mumbled.
Clark pulled her towards him and Lois rolled over, facing him.
“Sorry to wake you up,” Clark whispered, not sounding anywhere near the vicinity of sorry.
Lois shook her head and ran her hand through his hair, making a face when she realised it was wet, fresh from a shower, trying to see him properly in the dark.
“I missed you,” she said, echoing him from earlier than night.
Even in the dark, she could see his face light up, his smile taking over his face.
“I missed you,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss her.
Lois sighed softly as he kissed her passionately, his hand caressing her from her neck down her chest, resting at her mound. She had gone to bed naked, hoping that Clark wouldn’t be able to resist her when he got home. The kiss became more intense as Clark circled her clit with his finger, Lois unable to stop herself from rolling her hips up to meet his hand.
She spread her legs to give Clark better access, whimpering as he switched up and pressed his middle finger inside her, using his thumb to rub her clit.
“Clark,” she moaned into his kiss, needing more.
He was already moving over her, pulling his hand away and laying over her, his hard cock rubbing through her folds. Lois humped against him, thrilled that he had the same idea that she had, coming to bed naked for her. There was nothing she enjoyed more than this: the two of them in their own little bubble, nothing between them, feeling each other.
She moaned softly as Clark fucked her, slower and gentler than earlier that evening, never breaking their kiss as he rolled his hips. Lois could feel water drip down from his hair onto her chest, and she smiled against Clark’s mouth as she thought about him not even drying off properly before running to her, as desperate for her as she always was for him.
“Lois,” he moaned, gently brushing her hair off her neck and breaking the kiss, moving down to suck at the spot below her ear that always made her shiver.
Lois raised her hips up to meet his, digging her nails into his biceps to try and spur him on to move faster. He read her cues perfectly, just like he had from their very first kiss together, pistoning his hips faster and hiking her leg up, reaching for her ankle and folding it up by her head.
She smirked as Clark cursed under his breath; this was why she never skipped a day of yoga.
Clark pressed down on her lower stomach, and that did it – the tightness inside her snapped and she gasped as she came. He let go of her stomach to grab her neck and kiss her roughly, nipping at her lower lip as he came right after her, grunting lowly against her lips.
Lois laughed softly as Clark collapsed on top of her, letting go of her ankle and kissing her chest, resting his head below her chin.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
Lois hummed in agreement; they hadn’t gone a day without this since they had first slept together, and somehow, it just got better and better.
It used to scare her, her feelings for Clark. Like if she let herself love him too much, the universe would sense it and take him away from her, dooming her to misery without him for the rest of her life. But somehow, he loved her back, and every day with him felt so right , like she was meant to be with him all along.
“How was your dinner,” Clark mumbled sleepily, tucking his head into her neck.
“I’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” Lois whispered, scratching his scalp soothingly as she closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his damp hair. “I think I've got a story.”
>>>
Randall frowned as he read her outline.
“It’s disjointed.”
Lois nodded in agreement.
“I know. It’s rough,” she acquiesced.
“What’s the gist?”
“US military cover up,” Lois said. “The government invoked a protection detail for a top secret asset, and forty-five soldiers were mass murdered. It's been covered up. I’m gonna find out why.”
Randall was lost in thought for a moment as he reread her outline.
“Do you have a source?” he asked.
Lois nodded.
“One of the survivors. He's a friend,” she said.
Randall frowned as he looked at her.
“You’d be investigating the army, Lane. Your father could end up implicated in this,” he warned.
Lois shook her head.
“My father would never be involved in a cover up for anyone,” she said confidently.
Randall nodded but still looked concerned.
“An exposé could still affect his career,” Randall warned.
Lois paused for a moment before shrugging.
“We have an obligation to report the truth,” she said.
Randall looked impressed and handed back her outline.
“Let me know what you need from me to get this done,” he said.
Lois thanked him, making her way back to her desk in the basement. She smiled when she saw a large coffee at her desk, taking a sip and looking around for Clark to thank him.
“Miss Lane,” she heard from behind her.
Lois swivelled in her chair to face Jeff, who was holding an envelope out to her.
“This was just delivered for you,” he said.
Lois thanked him and took it, opening the envelope. Inside, there was a phone number scribbled on a post it note and a USB. She plugged the USB into her computer and dialled the number, sure of who sent this to her.
“You know, you could have done this last night,” she said as soon as the phone was answered.
“I wanted to pitch you first,” Sharpe said.
“So, what am I looking at?” Lois asked, clicking through the files.
“It’s everything I’ve got on the operation,” Sharpe said. “Stuff I managed to lift before I scattered from the base.”
Lois frowned as she skimmed through the papers, trying to make sense of it. She looked up and saw Clark sitting at his desk, catching his eye and smiling brightly at him.
“Is this everything?” Lois asked.
“Everything on the military,” Sharpe said. “I’ve been trying to find something on the doctor they’re trying to send us to, but it’s a mess of information I can’t untangle.”
“Leave that to me,” Lois said.
“Thanks, Lo,” Sharpe said. “There’s nobody else I would trust with this.”
Lois smiled as she watched Clark tap away at his keyboard, thinking about a time when the Blur would say the same thing to her. She knew she could do this.
“Of course,” she said. “You can count on me.”
Lois said goodbye and hung up, locking eyes with Clark across their desks. He lit up when he realised she was smiling at him, sitting up a little straighter under her attention, his eyes going from a little bored to positively sparkling at her.
“Hey, Smallville,” she said, resting her head in her hand. “Wanna buy a girl a coffee?”
>>>
Lois sat with Tess on the big red couch, trying to make sense of the information.
"Luthorcorp does defence contracting for the army, right?” she asked.
Tess grimaced.
“Technically yes, Lex had signed a bunch of defence contracts before he died,” she said. “But it’s hard to know what they were developing before I came on board and shut them down.”
Lois frowned.
“How can you not know?”
Tess looked at her sharply, one perfect eyebrow raised so high Lois nearly rolled her eyes.
“Researchers were either told to lie or burn their research in the event of Lex’s death or disappearance,” she said.
Lois sighed, tipping her head back on the couch.
“Asshole,” Lois bemoaned.
Tess made a small noise in agreement.
"Do you still have connections to some of these labs? Is there any way we can try to find what went down that night?”
Tess shrugged unsurely, but pulled out her phone.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Lois thanked her, moving to the large stained glass window and staring out into the Metropolis skyline.
“How do fifty soldiers get attacked and covered up?” Lois asked.
Tess tapped away loudly at her keyboard.
“They don’t,” Tess said. "You'll see to that.”
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“I’m gonna send you a list, can you research these names and tell me what happened to them?”
Lois emailed the list to Chloe, waiting for her to say something.
“The first three are all listed as deceased,” Chloe said.
Lois could hear tapping through the phone. She dug her spoon into the tub of ice cream in front of her as she waited for more.
“Okay, they’re all coming up as killed in action,” Chloe said. “Lo, what is this?”
“Do you remember Anthony Sharpe?”
Chloe was silent for a long moment.
“House of Wax guy?”
Lois laughed as she recalled a sixteen year old Lois whispering all the dirty details of what she and Sharpe had done in the back of one of the army Jeeps they had stolen from the base and driven to a drive in theatre to House of Wax in the background on the big screen.
“He was like my very own Chad Michael Murray,” Lois said wistfully.
Chloe laughed before she went dead silent,
“His name is flagged, Lo,” Chloe said.
“As?”
“AWOL.”
Lois frowned.
“He’s deserted?” she asked.
“Seems that way,” Chloe said.
“How is he walking around Metropolis then?” she asked.
Lois heard the front door open, smiling as Clark walked in.
“Chlo, I gotta go,” she said.
“Okay. I'll let you know what I find,” she said.
“Thanks, honey, love you,” Lois said.
“Love you,” Chloe said before hanging up.
“Hey,” Clark called out, tossing his jacket on the couch and coming to kiss Lois before moving to the fridge and pouring himself a glass of water.
“Hey,” she smiled at him.
Clark looked at her curiously, looking confused.
“What?” he asked.
Lois shrugged as she stared at him; sometimes, she couldn’t believe he was all hers.
“I’m just admiring you,” she said honestly.
Clark shifted awkwardly, part proud, part shy.
“Do you wanna come admire me in the shower?” he asked her with a wink.
Lois nodded, tossing her ice cream into the freezer and walking into the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse and dropping it to the floor without looking back to see if Clark was watching.
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"So, it’s a cover up?”
Lois nodded as she passed Clark her laptop, showing him the files Sharpe had sent her.
“There’s something off about this, though,” Lois said.
“A lot of this seems off,” Clark agreed, reading through the files at super speed. “Who attacked them?”
Lois tutted into his shoulder, curled up against him on the couch.
“That’s the weird thing – he has no idea. They didn’t see anything,” Lois explained.
Clark rested his chin on her head; she could feel him thinking, staying silent while he processed everything.
“How do you know this guy?”
Lois rolled her eyes; she should have expected that would be Clark’s first question. She sat up and looked at him.
“He used to serve in the General’s battalion when I was living on the base,” she said.
Clark raised one eyebrow and waited.
“And maybe we were a little more than friends,” she admitted.
Clark nodded and laughed, turning back to the computer.
“So, he came looking for you to write his story?”
Lois nodded.
“I guess despite the General hating what I do for a job, he brags about it to everyone else,” she said.
Clark reached over to brush her hair off her neck and gently cup her jaw.
“He doesn’t hate your job, Lois, he just hates that you get yourself into dicey situations,” Clark reasoned.
Lois rolled her eyes.
“Well, he shouldn’t. I have my very own superhero to keep me safe,” she said, smiling at him.
Clark smiled back at her, closing the laptop as Lois crawled into his lap, wrapping his arms around her back and kissing her hotly. Lois moved her hips over his slowly, smiling to herself as she felt him get hard underneath her. Clark’s hands rucked her flannel – his flannel – up over her hips as Lois lifted herself up off his lap to push his boxers down and stroke his cock, rubbing herself against him.
She moaned softly as she sank down, whimpering as she sat fully in his lap, so full of him.
Clark sat back and watched her as she rolled her hips, moving up and down his length for him, his hands clutching her ass and gripping her tight.
“Are you going to make me do all the work?” she huffed out.
Clark shrugged, somehow looking so nonchalant while she fucked herself, using him.
“You started this,” he teased. “I was just trying to help you with your story.”
Lois hummed as she picked up her pace a little, enjoying the way Clark’s fingers dug into her ass a little harder, his mouth dropping open and his eyes becoming cloudy at the feeling of her.
“You trying to get on the byline?” she asked.
Clark chuckled, his laugh catching in his throat as she leaned forward and bounced faster in his lap, biting his lip as he closed his eyes. Lois watched his face closely; she had always loved Clark’s features, subconsciously looking for his traits in other men she dated over the years since she had met him. Honest and bright green eyes, plush pink lips, a strong jaw. Lots of dark, fluffy hair, maybe one or two greys hiding behind his ears that he absolutely had no idea were there and that Lois wouldn’t point out in fear that he’d pull them out.
Lucy had joked to her when she was in Smallville all those years ago that Lois’ type had switched from blond and blue eyed to tall, dark and handsome when she had met Clark, and watching him now, through hooded eyes as he bit his lip and tried to calm himself down, Lois had to admit Lucy was right.
Meeting Clark Kent changed everything for her.
Clark snapped; he grabbed her hips hard and began thrusting up into her, holding her still as he fucked her, making Lois cry out as she came, too hard and fast for her to comprehend. Clark followed her right over the edge, grinding into her as he came, emptying inside her, so hot and thick.
Lois kissed him as they came down together, catching their breath. She laughed when she looked down.
“You need to stop ripping all my shirts,” she said.
Clark pulled her to him and nipped at her lower lip before he kissed her.
“They’re my shirts, and I’ll do whatever I want to them,” he said.
Lois tilted her head as she ran her hand through his hair, pushing his fluffy dark curls off his face.
“I thought what’s yours is mine now,” she teased.
Clark’s eyes cleared as he looked at her, as if he just had an idea.
“We should get married.”
Lois raised an eyebrow at him.
“I’ve already said yes, Smallville,” she said, holding up her left hand. “I’m wearing the ring and everything.”
Clark looked down as he took her hand, rubbing his finger against the large diamond on her ring finger.
"I don't think I can wait that long.”