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Clark was sprawled out on Lois’s couch, his head lolled back. If he wasn’t exhausted, he probably would be sitting more politely, more attentively, maybe texting Jimmy or leafing through one of Lois’s Nellie Bly biographies, but no, by sheer virtue of the space he occupied, arms spread along the couch’s backrest, legs wide open with one knee extended, he was taking up probably 70% of the couch and a very trippable area of the floor. To be fair, the couch was maybe only a few inches long of being a loveseat, but by Metropolis apartment standards, it was a couch.
“How many S’s in ‘accede?’” asked Lois, walking into the living room in her beloved ‘MeTRUCKolis’ souvenir shirt and those tiny, tiny shorts of hers.
“None,” Clark’s response ranked barely above a grunt.
“What about ‘accession?’ Lois glanced at him, “God, I never know if I’m using those words right.”
“Then don’t use ‘em…” Clark mumbled.
“I feel like it’s the only term that really fits, though,” said Lois, before reading, “‘Bruno Manheim’s accession to the head of Intergang marked a significant change in the criminal organization’s priorities and resources.’”
“Mmn.. yeah that… that um… works,” Clark’s eyes were closed, but he opened them at the sensation of fingers tickling through his hair. He found himself looking up at Lois from a low angle, able to note the warm brown eyes looking down at him, the sharp underline of her jaw, and the way her loose cropped shirt draped over her breasts.
“…sounds like someone ran himself a little thin, today,” Lois’s fingers glided against his scalp.
“A little,” agreed Clark, reddening.
“All right, I won’t bug you with this much longer,” Lois stooped to kiss his forehead.
“I don’t mind it,” said Clark, “I like hearing you… think about… thinking…”
Lois rounded the couch and plopped down next to him, pretty much immediately sinking against him, laptop still in hand, “But can you take a look at the last sentence in the third paragraph? Like in my head it sounds good, but I’m worried it runs a little too long, but I don’t really know where to split it so—oop—” she blinked as Clark pulled her into his lap and set his head on her shoulder to get a better look at her laptop screen.
“I think it works if you swap out this comma here for an em dash,” said Clark, pointing at her screen.
Lois tongued her canine and swapped the punctuation, then re-read the sentence. “Yeah…Yeah I think that works.”
“Also you misspelled ‘significant,’” said Clark, kissing her shoulder.
Lois scoffed, but she was reddening as Clark’s arms draped around her waist.
“And ‘jurisdiction,’” Clark was rubbing his almost stubbly chin against the side of her neck.
“You’re not going to seduce me by pointing out typos,” said Lois, poking at her keyboard to fix the typos before biting her lip as Clark nuzzled behind her ear.
“And ‘alleged.’”
“Goddammit, Smallville.”
“I can stop,” he muffled his voice into her hair.
Lois’s mouth quirked to one side as she fixed that last typo. “Well, you’re not getting in on the byline, if that’s your plan,” she said, shifting her ass against him in his lap. She grinned at the sharp inhale through his nostrils. She could already start to feel the heat of him through the sweat pants he was wearing.
“It’s—” Clark’s breath hitched mid-sentence as she rolled her hips against him, “Not.”
“So what are you thinking?” Lois adjusted herself in his arms, arching her spine away from him in a stretch before settling against him, supple.
“Mm?” Clark’s fingertips glided across the bare skin of her stomach, mindlessly trailing against those lowermost curves.
“Clark,” she stabilized the laptop in one arm and played with his hair with the other.
“I’m thinking… you smell nice,” he let his hands smooth down her ribs, down the curve of her hips.
“Uh huh,” she smiled.
“And the article is brilliant,” Clark’s lips were soft against her ear as he spoke.
“Keep talking.”
“And I love you,” his fingers were just starting to slip past the waistband of her shorts.
“Mm…” her shoulders bunched up and she closed her eyes in anticipation.
“And you need to fix the spelling on ‘enforcement.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lois swung her head around to look at him, and it was his turn to hit her with a smug little cat smile, rendered smugger and more cat-like by the obvious tiredness in his face.
“Last one, I swear,” said Clark.
“Better be the damn last one if you’ve got your hands in my pants,” said Lois, as she fixed the typo before shutting her laptop and setting it on the coffee table.
Clark was taking his glasses off and setting them on the side table. “It really is a great article, though—mmh—” Lois had pushed herself up in his lap, pressing her back up and against him as she arced an arm around his shoulders to support herself before planting her mouth on his. Her kiss was teasing aggression, and he met her with an easy warmth and laziness. She felt his hands trace up and down, one hand virtually unimpeded by the cloth of her shirt as it curved around her breast, and the other continuing to push past her waistband before finding its place between her legs. Her mouth broke from his and high short exhale fluttered out of her as he slid his middle finger into the slickness of her folds and started stroking it up to her clit. Her eyes met his, sky blue, half-lidded, dreamy, but still searching her face, gauging her reaction.
“I was thinking about this all day,” Clark’s voice was husky.
Lois abruptly snickered, her laughter rendered more staggered by the steady strokes of his fingers. “Sorry—“ she was grinning and her shoulders bunched up again at another stroke, “I just—got the mental image of you lifting a bus and being like—mmnnh—‘God, I wish I was getting laid right now.’”
Clark chuckled too, “I mean—it was more like… everything just kept coming, you know?”
“Nnnf—Nice word choice—” Lois rolled her shoulders back in his arms.
“Every time I thought I would get to turn in and come see you, something else would pop up,” he tweaked her nipple between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand almost mindlessly.
“Clark…” she rolled her hips to meet the movement of his fingers,
“So, by the end of the day I’m going crazy,” Clark finally dipped a finger into her.
“Mmh—!” Lois bit her lip as he worked at her.
“And here you are… all short-shorts and typos…” another finger slipped its way in and Lois tensed in his arms.
“Fffffuck off!” She moaned, twisting slightly to feel him at different angles inside her.
“You’re the best part of my day,” he looked at her dead in the eyes and said that last line like a besotted schoolboy reading a sweat-blotted love note to his crush and not an alien two fingers deep in her and capable of fucking her for days on end, looking at her like she was a goddess.
“Are you—?” Lois wasn’t 100% sure what sentence she was starting as Clark flipped the cloth of her MeTRUCKolis shirt up, exposing her breasts. He brought his mouth to her nipple, warm and eager, and she drew a sharp breath in as soon as he made contact. That jolt of nerves, along with the fingers already inside her, made her eyes snap open wide as she made a pleasured whimper.
“God—Clark, I love you—” the words tumbled out of her, sweet and clumsy.
“Mmh,” he only grunted in response and gave a harder suck at her nipple. She buckled in his arms with a cry, helpless and yet utterly trusting as she surrendered to pleasure. Carefully, so carefully, so intensely attentively, he let himself sink down with her. Let the muscles in his shoulders relax, still holding her, still gentle as she jolted and bucked and twitched with each stroke and squeeze of his fingers. There was a blue-white flicker in his eyes as he watched her. He wished she could experience what his super-senses picked up in this moment—the explosion of electrochemical signals throughout her whole body as a visual array of pure energy. Superman had been compared to an angel a handful of times, but if you asked him, he’d say an angel was the burst of lights throughout the human nervous system in this moment, the human brain lighting up with all the burning brilliance of the heart of a star. He eased the movements of his fingers, slowing them inside her until her eyelids lazily blinked at him a few times.
“I love you, too…” said Clark exhaustion drenching his voice.
Lois just gave a happy sigh in response.
He breathed his own sigh of relief against the soft skin of her breast as she panted, feeling her chest rise and fall against him. His Lois. Finally, he drew his fingers out of her, bringing them to his lips, tasting her on his knuckles.
“What are you thinking?” Lois asked, again. He loved the breathy ease in her voice this time.
“I’m thinking I could pass out right now and be happy,” murmured Clark, cheek warm against her.
“Could as in ‘could’ or could as in ‘going to?’” Lois pushed out of his grip slightly and a small whiny sound fell out of Clark as she pulled away, only for him to flutter his eyes open at the sensation of her readjusting in his lap. A sputter of a laugh burst out of her at the dizzy, lovestruck look on his face as he watched her fling her top away.
“…I’m more awake now,” he said, staring.
“Are you suuure?” she teased, guiding his hands to the waistband of her shorts.
His hands curled around the curves of her hips and he rose up from the couch slightly. “Unless you’re a dream,” his voice went soft and deep.
Lois’s face burned bright red and she made a short stammering sound. “That’s—Are you—”
Clark’s eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Seriously? That’s what makes you blush?”
“It was the way you said—You’re really ridiculous, Smallville, you know that, right?” she finally managed to say before her breath hitched as he trailed kisses up her ribs. He pulled her shorts down smoothly, hands curving around her ass, relishing in every inch of her.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured against her skin before he felt her set her hands against his shoulders, pushing him back down against the couch cushions. He pulled off his own shirt as she flung her shorts off to the side, and his eyes trailed back to hers when she cupped her hands around his face.
“God, you are exhausted, aren’t you?” she cooed, studying his face. He just smiled and pressed his cheek against one of her hands in response.
“Well, you don’t,” she kissed his eyebrow, “Have to,” she kissed his lips, “Worry,” she kissed the corner of his jaw, “About a thing.”
He didn’t break his eyes away from hers as he pulled down his own sweats, his hard cock springing free. She didn’t waste time taking ahold of him and rubbing him against her folds.
His mouth opened and a soft “Hah…” fell out of him as she slid the head of his cock into herself, stroking his shaft as she slowly eased herself down over him. She still had one hand braced on his shoulder. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as she squeezed around him, mesmerized by the visual of disappearing into her more and more. Then his eyes flicked up to hers again and she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth before she squeaked a high “Mm!” with her lips still closed on his as he found himself buried to the hilt.
“Does it—?” he started to ask ‘Does it hurt?’ as her lips broke from his but another sound fell out of him as she scooped her hips forward with him still deep inside her.
“It’s good…” she ran a thumb over his lips before shifting her hips again, giving him a sharp little grin, “You don’t think I’ve got this, Smallville?”
“No—I mean—yes? I mean—nnnh,” another low sound fell out of him as she ground her hips low and hard again, “Yyyou’ve got this.”
“That’s,” she shifted her hips again, “What I thought.”
It started slow, almost playful, or curious, the way she would sink down onto his cock, sometimes tweaking the angle of her hips to better feel him inside her, then rise up again, her back arching her whole body toward him in the movement. The mindful asynchrony of her hips, the little readjustments of her hands, stroking down his neck and gently sweeping across his pec before trailing down the line between deltoid, reminded him a bit of the way a symphony orchestra would have those brief few seconds of warming up before they all met in the one harmonious pitch. And then she found her rhythm and he let himself sink into the heat and pleasure of it all. He opened his eyes, heavy lidded, to watch her. The undulations of her torso, the heat and wetness of her around him, and the rhythm of her breath and little sighs were simultaneously electrifying and hypnotic. He glided his hands down from her ribs to her hips, and marveled at the power and control of her thighs as she took him in deeper. Where did she get this energy? He was an irradiated alien, so that was his explanation, but every day he found himself in awe of her and the way she fearlessly powered through everything.
He knew he was running on fumes at this point. He knew she said she had this… and yet…
His big hands gave her hips a squeeze and he started meeting her strokes with his own steady thrusts, matching her rhythm. God, he loved the way her eyes widened as soon as she realized what he was doing.
“C-Clark—nnh!” She went from those perfectly controlled undulations to bracing one arm on the couch back and the other on his shoulder as those powerful thighs turned to jelly at the force of him surging into her.
“Sorry,” he gave her that infuriatingly innocent farm boy smile as he kept up his thrusts, “You just looked—” his breath caught with a short grunt, “…Like you were having so much fun.”
“God, Smallville, you always have to—ah!” Her shoulders bunched up as he closed his mouth over her nipple, both hands squeezing her ass, super-strength effortlessly guiding her up and down on his cock.
“Have to what?” he teased, pulling back to watch her tits jolt with his force.
“Ahn!”
“Have to what?” Okay, he knew he was kind of being a little shit at this point.
“Clark!”
“Have to—” he was cut off as she clamped her mouth on his again and hooked her fingers into his hair. He could feel the heat rising between them, feel it radiating through her lower belly, feeling it tingle across the plane of his chest. It only took a few more thrusts to send them both over the edge. She broke out of the kiss to stare into his eyes and he met that gaze—no x-ray vision this time, and then she whipped both her arms around his neck and squeezed close, her breasts squished against his chest. She shuddered and a songlike sound trailed out of her as her walls clamped on him from all sides. He tried to keep up a few thrusts through her orgasm, but then felt his own body tense, and then an immeasurable relief washed over him at the release, heat tingling down his spine, flooding into her. She slid herself up and down on his cock a few slowing times herself, almost as an afterthought. He breathed in their intermingling scents, putting his hand on her back and feeling it rise and fall with her breath as Lois’s hips finally settled. He slipped out of her and she pretty much dropped her full weight onto him, still panting. At the same time, the exhaustion temporarily waylaid by arousal dropped back onto Clark like a ton of bricks, but he was more than happy to meet it, now, with Lois snuggled up, her chin on his shoulder.
“Glad you hung in there…?” she said breathlessly next to his ear.
“Mm…” he nuzzled his cheek against her neck, “I think of you all day…” he murmured, “And that’s still better than anything I can come up with.”
She gave a soft chuckle that melted into a slow and satisfied breath. “Good… that’s good..”
“I’m serious—” he stroked his fingers down her back, “I was flying around, trying to follow up on that lead about that scaffolding sabotage we’ve been looking into, and I saw a billboard ad that reminded me of that—you know your backless jumpsuit thing? The green thing? Is it a jumpsuit? Is that the right word? Anyway, I got so distracted thinking about it that I nearly crashed into a—” Clark caught himself as he realized Lois’s breath had gone slow and rhythmic.
“Uh, Lois?” He blinked, “Are you…?”
She snored a little, her body completely relaxed against him. Clark’s eyebrows raised, then a soft chuckle escaped him and he kissed her ear. He didn’t mind staying like this for a little while.