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It started out innocently enough.
Metropolis News Network covering Superman’s latest miracle—rescuing a group of children from a bus crash—Lois walking up to Clark in the kitchen.
“Nice save, honey,” she said and slapped his ass, like a coach after warmups. Almost congratulatory. He looked at her with a glimmer in his eyes.
***
A few days later, Clark caught Lois on her way out of the shower. She returned the favor while he was brushing his teeth.
***
One night, after a particularly rigorous spout of love making, Lois lay on her stomach catching her breath. “That was some of your best work, Smallville.”
He brought his hand up and smacked her ass. “Right back at ya, Lane.”
***
They spent the next weekend at the farm. As Clark was moving some bales of hay, Lois brought her hand against his back pocket, the sound muffled by the denim.
Before she had the chance to completely retract her arm, Clark had her pushed up against the wall.
“You didn’t have to do that to get my attention,” he said right next to her ear.
“I know. I just wanted to.”
He pushed his knee forward and raised it, parting her thighs as his hands tore her shirt apart, buttons flying everywhere.
“Now was that necessary?” Lois’ fingers undid the button and zipper of his jeans in a practiced motion before discarding her ruined top.
He pulled down the cup of her bra and started kneading her aching breast. “Yes.”
“Ya know la-”
Clark cut her off with a searing kiss and she began to push down against his thigh, seeking friction.
He lifted her by her hips, her legs instinctively circling his waist.
“Ahh,” Lois hissed in pain as her bare back scraped against the side of the barn.
“Are you okay?” Clark asked, forehead creased in worry. His eyes darted to the loft.
“Wait,” Lois dragged him back to her by the front of his shirt. “I have a better idea.”
*
“Here?” Clark asked as he was already ridding himself of his clothes.
“Yes, here. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.” Lois removed her denim shorts.
“It’s not exactly safe,” he offered.
“It’s not on.” She swung her leg over Clark, straddling him in the seat of the tractor, her back still inches away from the wheel. “Besides, next to you is the safest place I could possibly be.”
He groaned as she rolled her hips, rubbing her center over his tented boxers, emphasizing that this was in fact the best place she could be, his hands holding her steady.
Lois threw her bra behind her before reaching into Clark’s boxers and pulling him out. Hard steel wrapped in velvet that made her mouth water every time.
Clark leaned forward, taking her nipple into his mouth, teasing her with his teeth as she pumped him.
He slid a finger through her wet folds and inside her, making her breath shutter as he pushed it in and out.
“Clark,” she moaned. “I need you inside me.”
He pulled out his finger, using it to keep the damp fabric of her underwear to the side. After a few seconds of readjusting, he lined himself up at her entrance. She lowered herself painfully slow, reveling in the hot stretch of it.
He was always so warm, being with him felt like submerging herself in lava. Clark watched in awe and cupped her jaw as she began to rock back and forth.
Lois whimpered and bit her lip, trying to swallow the sound. He shook his head slightly and leaned up to her ear.
“The best part about coming out here,” his low voice said, “is we can be as loud as we want.”
She smirked as he met her movements with a powerful thrust.
***
From that point on it had become a sort of unspoken code. That one of them was needy, desperate, ready .
They had done a good job of keeping it private. There was even an official rule—no butt slapping, grabbing, or squeezing of any kind unless they were in the confines of the apartment or at the farm.
Then the unimaginable happened. Clark was shot.
Thankfully, the news hadn’t picked up on any kind of Superman activity all day, so the world didn’t worry.
Emil called her while she was at The Planet, saying lots of scientific-alien words she didn’t understand. She only got bits and pieces. Three kryptonite bullets… Watchtower… surgery… solar energy… 2 hours… She was already on her way when he said the magical words that stopped the ringing in her ears. “He’s awake. He asked me to call you.”
When she got to Watchtower, there was no sign of Emil or any other doctors.
There was only Clark in a hospital bed. He was shirtless and covered to the waist by a blanket.
He didn’t have any bruising and there was no blood on him. He had 3 bandages, one above each side of his collar bone and one on the right side of his abdomen. When was the last time she had seen him need even a bandaid?
One of his arms was hooked up to some machine, monitoring his breathing and heart rate.
She rushed to his side, tears flowing freely now that she saw he was okay. He was alive and safe. He would recover from this.
She reached for his hand and he began to stir immediately.
“Lois?” he asked before his eyes fully opened.
“I’m here, honey. I’m here.”
“Oh, thank god.” He sat up and wrapped his arms around her with ease, like he didn’t just come back from the brink of death.
After a few moments of more tears and relieved sobs, she smacked his shoulder. “How could you let this happen? You’re supposed to be faster than a speeding bullet!”
“These weren’t exactly your run of the mill bullets, Lois. They were kryptonite.”
“Where’s the League?”
“Lois–”
“Where’s Oliver? We have–”
“Lo–”
“We need to find this guy–”
“I need,” Clark breathed out, “you .”
He leaned into her neck, quickly finding her pulse point. He kissed her skin and then gently sucked, earning him a soft moan.
“Clark,” she warned.
“Lois,” he moved his hand softly up the back of her thigh, squeezing when he reached her ass.
“Now?”
He nodded, eyes on her lips.
She looked around the room, colorful light pouring in through the stained glass window. No one else was there. “Is it..even…okay? What about your–”
“They got all the kryptonite out hours ago. I might not be at full capacity just yet but I’m healed. You can check for yourself if it helps.”
“Clark Kent, if I peel back this bandage and see even a scrape, I swear we won’t be having sex for a month.”
He rolled his eyes. They both knew that was a lie. He leaned back, giving her free rein to observe his condition.
She removed the bandages at his collarbone. Nothing.
She breathed a sigh of relief and peeled back the one on his abdomen.
No hint of anything. He was fine. He was perfect.
Lois leaned over him and kissed the spots where the bandages had been.
“Lois.”
Without further delay, she kissed him. Hard . Her hands flew to his head, quickly getting lost in his black waves.
He easily lifted her onto the bed, the hem of her skirt rising as she straddled him. She could feel him growing hard under the blanket and began rubbing herself against him, relishing the feeling. His arousal serving as another reminder that he was perfectly healthy.
“If I had lost you…,” she trailed off as he kissed her neck.
“You didn’t.” His hands flew to her blouse, tearing it open. “I’m right here, baby.” He caressed her sides, thumbs rubbing her nipples through her lace bra. He moved his head to look her in the eye. “I’m right here.”
Lois bit her lip and slowly nodded. His hand went under her bunched up skirt, ripping her underwear off. Usually, they’d exchange smartass comments about that, but not today. This was too urgent.
Her hands explored his chest and abdomen, moving lower. He pushed his middle finger inside of her, thumb rubbing her clit. His other hand rested at her lower back, soothing her and keeping her in place at the same time.
“Fuck,” she moaned into his neck as she pulled back the blanket still at his waist. “Clark.”
He was conveniently completely naked under it. She took him into her hand, moving up and down in time with his fingers, brushing over his tip and spreading his arousal back down.
The heart monitor had been beeping faster and a robotic voice said heart rate increasing .
Clark huffed out a groan of frustration and quickly tore the connected patch off his arm.
He flipped them over, the squeak of the bed echoing around the room.
Lois wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his forehead down to hers. “Now, Clark.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. He entered her and began thrusting immediately. It was hard and fast. Deep and desperate.
She knew he was safe. He knew she was okay. But they needed proof. Needed reassurance.
“I love you so much.” Clark kissed her fiercely.
“I love you,” Lois whimpered when he pulled back. Her arms tried to bring him completely into her, as close as humanly possible.
For a while, the only sounds heard were their grunts and pants, slowly increasing volume, and the steady squeak of the hospital bed.
Clark took one of Lois’ legs and pushed it higher at her knee. The new angle allowed him to drive deeper, deeper, deeper.
“Lois,” Clark moaned as he felt the glorious familiar tightening of her walls.
“I’m–”
“Oh my god. I, I’m so sorry, um,” Emil’s voice said from the door.
The bed’s squeaking immediately stopped.
“The heart monitor alerted me, uh, there was a change, uh, in activity. I’ll just…um. Bye.” The door shut.
Lois broke the silence after counting to ten. “You couldn’t hear that someone was walking in?”
“I’m a little preoccupied at the moment,” Clark said, rolling his hips to show just how much.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here. Maybe you should just whoosh us home.”
“Not yet,” he resumed his movements to the pace he set before the unwelcome interruption.
“Clark, I don’t know if I can–”
He pulled out and flipped her on her side, entering her from behind and holding her flush against him, his fingers sliding down to start working her clit.
“Yes, you can,” he told her.
Her moans grew louder as he tried to thrust the memory of their unexpected visitor out of her mind. Her hands wrapped around his arm like the steel bar it was, her fingers digging into the muscle.
She pushed her hips back, meeting his movements the best she could.
“Oh, god,” she cried, her breaths becoming more uneven by the millisecond. Clark knew she was close again, hovering on the edge.
He increased the speed of his finger on her clit, using his super speed to create vibrations. “Come on, baby.”
That was the final push she needed to come undone. Clark followed her orgasm immediately, pulsing inside her as she shivered.
Lois whined as Clark pulled out of her, already missing the closeness. They lay on the bed in silence for a few moments, catching their breath.
Lois turned over and cuddled into Clark’s side, his arm rubbing up and down her back.
“Forget anything I said a minute ago. I’m glad we stayed here.”
Clark kissed the top of her head. “Me too.”
“We definitely traumatized Emil, though.”
***
Since then, it only happened at Watchtower two more times, thankfully with no interruptions and under less stressful circumstances.
The Planet was the only other place they frequented and they had done a good job at keeping any public displays of affection PG.
Until Clark had bumbling reporter-ed a little too close to the sun, causing Randall to go on a three minute tirade attacking his abilities and position at the paper in the middle of a staff meeting.
Even her stupid former intern Jeff was there to see it. Lois wanted to rip Randall’s head off but she had to keep her cool.
She checked on Clark periodically throughout the meeting, trying to see how he was feeling. She knew sometimes the clumsy act could get especially frustrating and she couldn’t begin to know the amount of strength it took to hold back when he had the power to beat Randall to a pulp in the blink of an eye, without breaking a sweat.
Randall got a call and stormed out of the room, cutting the meeting short. Clark held the door open as their colleagues left, making their way back to their desks. Lois made sure she was last to leave.
“Kent,” she nodded as she walked by, making sure to get a nice handful of his glutes. Knowing she had his attention, when she got to the elevator, she whispered under her breath, “My office. Five.”
Exactly five minutes later, she heard a knock on her door accompanied by “Uh, Miss Lane?”
“Come in.”
The second the door was closed behind him, Clark took off his glasses, tossing them on her desk, and ran a hand through his slicked hair and over his face.
Lois got up from her desk chair. “Take a seat.” He did.
“So, how was that meeting for you?” she asked.
Clark huffed out a sigh. “It could've gone worse.”
Lois shut the blinds behind the desk. “It could’ve gone better.”
“I have to do this. Side effect of the job, I guess.”
“Do you think we could kill him?” She walked around to shut the blinds on her door.
That earned her a genuine laugh. “Lois, it’s okay.”
“No, it’s not.” She turned the lock. “No one should speak to you like that.”
She made her way back to the chair and placed her hands on the armrests, leaning forward to be at eye level with him.
One of his fingers started drawing pictures on her hand. “Honey,” she said.
Those icy blue-green eyes met hers. She closed the distance between them, kissing him hard. They opened their mouths to each other immediately. Clark’s hands reached for her waist, digging into her. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled her down onto him.
“Lane!” a voice called from the hall.
“In a meeting!” she yelled out.
Clark laughed and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.”
“Why, you got somewhere else to be?”
He squinted and tilted his head, listening to the sounds of the world. “No.”
Their lips collided again and Lois snuck her hand down, rubbing him through his dress pants before she sank to her knees between his legs.
“Lois..you don’t…”
“Yes?” she asked innocently as she undid the fastenings of his belt and pants. His other suit was at Watchtower, getting a quick dry cleaning after an especially messy save that morning, leaving his boxers the only material left.
“Never mind,” he coughed out.
She pulled him out of his underwear and immediately took him into her mouth, hand at his base. Her tongue paid extra attention to the vein that ran underneath. He tried to contain his groans as the heat of her mouth moved up and down, one of his hands resting gently on the back of her swept up hair.
When she sucked in her cheeks, she heard something break. She pulled away, saliva keeping them connected, and she saw the arm of her desk chair on the ground, broken off.
“Sorry?” he offered sheepishly.
She only smirked and he quickly leaned down, lifted her up, and placed her on the edge of the desk, pulling down her underwear before bunching up her skirt and stepping between her legs.
She tugged him by his tie as he lined himself up and nodded swiftly. As he slid in, she dug her heels into his back.
He used his mouth to stifle her moans as he thrust hard and fast, hitting deep within her every time.
“You’re so good,” she praised between kisses. She used her teeth to graze his lower lip, tugging on it as she pulled her head back.
He hissed. “If you’re not careful, I might break the desk, too,” he said as he felt her walls clenching.
“Promise?”
***
Lois was stuck making copies in the bullpen, her own machine broken and her assistant out sick.
“Ya know, if you keep hitting it, it’s bound to work eventually,” her fiance said, leaning against the door frame.
“Funny guy.”
He walked toward her and made a dramatic show of dropping a pen at her feet.
She rolled her eyes and focused on the machine again. She felt a hand quickly snake under her skirt and a finger slide into her for just a moment. She let out an involuntary sound that caught the attention of the basement reporters.
“Found it!” Clark shot up so he was visible, holding the pen high. Lois cleared her throat.
“Archives,” he whispered to her, grabbing her ass. He held up two fingers as he walked out the door at the other end of the copy room.
After another minute, Lois gave up on her copies, dropping off her folder back in her office before heading to the archive room.
“Clark?” she called when she walked in.
He came at her from the side, immediately bringing his lips to hers and pressing their bodies together.
“What has you so frisky?”
“You’re a bit stressed, Miss Lane,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Honey, this is sweet but,” before she could finish, he whooshed her to the back of the room and laid them down.
Somehow he found a pillow because it was under her hips as he hiked up her skirt.
“These have been driving me crazy all day,” he licked up the front of her underwear. A blue thong with the Superman symbol on the front. She had forgotten she was wearing them.
“Checking me out, Kent?” the thought of him using his enhanced vision to remove her layers of clothes at work turning her on more.
He lightly grazed his teeth over the material, biting before pulling away. He took his glasses off and placed them on her face.
“Every second,” he replied, sliding off the thong and putting it in his pocket.
“This won’t work,” she said, knowing it already was.
“I’ll take that as a challenge,” he said before moving her legs over his shoulders and burying his face between her thighs.
His tongue moved between her clit and entrance as she whined and moaned, his arms keeping her hips on the pillow.
His ministrations were successfully distracting her from this too busy day where nothing was going right, her skin growing flushed and red all the way up as her climax built.
He slid his tongue inside her and she moaned, gripping his hair as her hips involuntarily bucked. He moved his hands from her hips to her thighs so she could move freely.
He licked back up to her clit and started sucking.
“I want you inside me when I come,” she breathed out, pulling him up.
“Yes, ma’am,” he crawled above her.
They both quickly undid his belt, moving his pants and underwear out of the way just enough.
He was in her in seconds, their grunts and moans echoing around the room, drowning out the sounds of their skin slapping against each other.
“Fuck,” Lois let out loudly, prompting Clark to bring his hand to cover her mouth.
“Lois,” he quietly scolded.
She bit at his hand, eventually sucking two of his fingers into her mouth. He sighed at the pressure.
Her head fell back as she came, mouth falling open. His hand slipped down to her neck as he kissed under her jaw.
Just then, the door swung open and two sets of footsteps entered. Lois’ eyes widened in horror.
“I hate being in here, it’s always so creepy,” a male voice said.
“Scared of ghosts?” said the other.
“Shhh,” Clark’s hand returned to her mouth and his movements stilled.
They were in a secluded enough spot that as long as the men stayed searching through the “JKLM” files, they would be fine.
The issue was staying quiet, which was not exactly their strong suit.
“I’m not scared of anything,” the first voice spoke.
Clark rolled his hips again, causing Lois to whimper into his hand.
Lois felt one of her heels fall off, dreading the sound it was about to make.
“What was that?”
Her eyes widened even more at Clark.
He kissed her for a long moment, then she felt a gust of wind and he returned, sliding back into her as she bit down on her lip.
“What was that? Oh, I’m not doing this!” The one not scared of anything ran out the door.
“Well don’t leave me here!” The other followed closely behind.
“Sorry about that, I thought they’d never leave,” Clark said.
“You made them think there was a ghost in here?” She kicked off her other shoe.
“It was either that or try to set off the fire alarm.”
“That was so hot,” Lois said before rolling them over and sitting up, sinking farther onto him.
“Which part?” His hands rubbed her back and waist, reaching up to massage her chest as she moved, his mouth on the exposed skin at her collarbone.
“All of it.”
When she sped up, he let out a moan. “Shhh,” she teased, covering his mouth with her hand. He kissed her palm and clamped his hands on her waist, taking over her movements.
They finished together, breathing heavily.
“Well, this proved to be a rather productive endeavor after all,” Lois said, not that she had any doubt.
She whined when she lifted off of him, their combined fluids slowly dripping when she stood up. Clark leaned forward and licked up her thigh, cleaning her up.
She tried to ignore how much that turned her on. There really wasn’t time for another round right now.
When there was nothing left, he readjusted her skirt and stood up, putting himself back in his clothes. She watched him with a look of awe.
“Feeling better?”
He took the glasses off of her and put them back on himself. She shook herself out of her mini-trance.
“Yeah, yes.”
He walked behind her, slapped her butt one more time for good measure, and made his way to the door. “See you back out there, Miss Lane,” he called.
After a few more moments of composing herself, she put her shoes back on, picked up the pillow, and carried it out with her.
Only when she got to her office did she realize Clark still had her underwear.
***
Eventually, it got to the point where it happened nearly everyday.
A slap on her resulting in her bent over her desk before the evening deadline, a squeeze on him leading to X-rated activities in the storage closet.
One afternoon, ‘plans’ had been made when a certain photographer came knocking at her door.
“Make this quick, Olsen, I have a meeting with Clark in 5.”
“Oh! Sorry, Miss Lane, your assistant didn’t say anything about–”
“It’s not officially scheduled yet.”
“Ah, it’s one of those meetings. I’ll be sure not to interrupt–”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Oh ya know…,” he fumbled. “Your.. meetings .”
Lois eyed him suspiciously.
“You two, uh, meet when…,” he trailed off.
“When what?”
“When you grab his ass. His, uh..behind–”
“Okay–”
“Or when he grabs yours–”
“Kent and I are nothing but professional,” Lois insisted.
“Um, no offense, but I’ve heard air horns more discreet than the two of you. I’ll just, um, come back later.”
He left her in a state of shock.
Great. Now they had to find a new code.