SV fic post:Transference part two
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roxyTitle: Transference (yes, title—for now)
Fandom: SV
Pairing: tchah!
Rating: R
Summary: this is futurefic--kind of, and AU--kind of. The idea is definitely not original, but I hope to at least do something interesting with it. I make no promise about finishing it, but I hope that by posting it, I'll be inspired to. Let's just say I'm writing this on the wing. Please let me know what you think.
The Previous Parts are here, absolutely stunned—they thought they'd never work in this town again…
"Clark...Do you believe a man can fly?" The boy turns with an unsettled expression.
"Sure. In a plane."
He makes an impatient gesture. "No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about soaring through the clouds with nothing but air beneath you."
"People can't fly, Lex"
"I did. After the accident, when my heart stopped. It was the most exhilarating two minutes of my life."
For a moment, he's not there; he's flying high over Smallville, over the world, nothing but cloud and sun around him… "For the first time, I didn't see a dead end. I saw a new beginning. Thanks to you I have a second chance. We have a future, Clark...And I don't want anything to stand in the way of our friendship."
The words echo and echo, like they always do. Hollow words, words that should have been prophetic. Instead they were a warning…and the beginning of the end.
Clark woke from the dream and as always, was balanced for a moment on the edge of grief. It hurt to dream about Lex. It hurt that he always dreamed from Lex's point of view—he *felt* the hope, the overwhelming feeling of rebirth and miracles. He knew that day, and for a long time after, Lex wanted to be—tried to be—a good man. But Dad was right, the apple didn't fall far from the tree…things only got worse with time and eventually Lex showed his true colors. The things he did were horrible, criminal— more than once, Clark had thought that he'd made a terrible mistake that day in Smallville. So many people's lives would have been safer—happier—if he had let Lex die.
Clark rolled to his side and glanced at the clock, not that he needed it to know that it was five o'clock—there was never a moment when he didn't know what time it was. Five o'clock. For so many years it was the time his day started. For a few brief minutes, he remembered another life—a simpler life--chores, the cows, the farm. Almost every morning he thought about his dad, his mom…Dad gone years now and Mom living the life she'd taken a detour from to marry Jonathan Kent, the only man she'd ever loved.
He sighed. No doubt the dream was caused by the unwelcome visitor at the Planet the day before. Grandstanding show off—he was still an egomaniacal bastard and a creep. Clark thought he was a creep when he was a kid, and he hadn't changed through the years and shifting fortunes. Mr. 'I have everything you don't' Luthor.
No one had been more shocked than he when the double glass doors with the Daily Planet logo etched on them flew open, and Luthor marched straight to his desk, surrounded by a small army of bodyguards. "Clark, Clark Kent, long time no see."
"Not long enough," Clark muttered, and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "What do you want, Lucas?"
"Clark, is that anyway to treat a buddy you haven't seen in years? I thought you might have softened towards me a bit since I helped your…friend…back then."
"He was never my friend. And you and I were *definitely* never friends."
"Aw, that's sad." Lucas grinned and looked at Clark the way he had in the past, a slow considering look topped off with a knowing grin, but back then, the grin had been directed at Lex. Now, he just looked right into Clark's eyes and smirked. "I suppose then that you don't miss my brother at all. I remember a time when you could hardly keep away from him. I remember he could hardly stay away from you." Lucas made the innocent words sound…dirty.
People in the office stopped to look and listen—Clark had just gotten interesting.
Lois came in at that moment. "Smallville, what'd I tell you about dragging garbage inside? Leave it at the curb, why don't you." She carried two cups of coffee—one black for her, and one with three sugars and cream…she put that one at Clark's side of the desk and Clark sighed. He hated cream in his coffee and she always put too much sugar in and she did it every morning since they started working together…ever since Chloe left, and ever since she became his only friend and…lover.
Lucas leaned a hip on Clark's desk, gave Lois a thorough, lingering, head-to-toe look and said, "Bitch. No, wait—*tacky* bitch," with a huge grin.
Lois looked shocked—as if the thought that Lucas might retaliate had never occurred to her.
"Hey!" Clark lunged out of his chair and grabbed Lucas by the lapels of his coat. "Get off my desk and get out of this office."
"All right all right, calm down, Kent. How about I apologize, and treat you to lunch? Please. I need you Clark, I really do."
Clark grimaced. Shit. Now the whole office was looking, the air was abuzz with questions and Lois was looking—angry and. Curious. Lois Lane curious, which could get painful, annoying at the least….
"Listen you--" Clark stopped. Lucas really looked concerned, and no matter how much he pissed Clark off, he really seemed to need—something. Clark sighed. "What is this about?"
"Come with me. This is private stuff, things only you'd understand."
Clark cast an apologetic look at Lois, and she nodded, still scowling. He knew he hadn't heard the last of this tonight. Freaking Lucas—the way he worded everything, he was being deliberately provocative…he wished he'd never told Lois anything at all about that summer in Metropolis. Clark got his coat and followed Lucas and his entourage of bodyguards out. Even if he hadn’t told her much of the truth, it was enough to make her wonder, it seemed. He could feel ice blue eyes poking him in the back of the neck all the way out the door.
*****
Just as he feared, the moment he and Lucas and his crew entered the restaurant, his phone rang. Excusing himself to walk out to the lobby, he answered. "Yes, Lois?"
*Does this have to do with Lex? Did he give you money or something? Did you guys ever…I know, it's okay, I used to watch him watch you, you know—*
"LOIS!" Clark quickly lowered his voice and glanced around. "Lois, no. Nothing like that ever happened—not with him or anyone else!"
*But you told me--*
"Okay, okay--one time, Lois, and I was…drunk. Really, really horribly drunk. Once! Please, can’t you just forget I told you that? Lex wasn't like that. Our friendship, what there was of it, was just that, a friendship, okay? And Lucas is just a dick who likes making trouble."
*well…make sure you record him, there might be a story for us in it.*
"Lois!"
*What? You're a reporter, act like it!* She hung up; apparently satisfied she had nothing to worry about. Clark shook his head. Right. Lex. As if.
Lucas was waiting for him, a patient smile on his face, when Clark came back into the dining room.
"So, you set her little pointed mind at ease?"
"Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that," Clark said automatically. He grabbed one of the bed sheet seized menus and was very busy looking. Lucas laughed.
"Girlfriend? Okay, if you say so…anyway," he hooked a finger over the edge of the menu and tilted it downward. "I've already ordered for you." Clark huffed angrily and Lucas ignored him. "This is about Lionel, and Lex in a way."
Clark set the menu down. "I have no interest at all in either one of them, and I have no interest in you."
"Yeah yeah, we know. Anyway, a little after the funeral—Lex's I mean, I found out that Dad had a will, another will, that gave someone a shitload of money. At the time, I didn't do anything because I was busy fighting tooth and nail to keep control of my inheritance, and trying to reintegrate LexCorp to the fold."
Clark grudgingly complimented Lucas on the feat. "We—I didn't really expect that you'd have much success."
"Oh, I'm much more than a pretty face—lots of people have underestimated me," he grinned. "So—here it is three years later and I'm wondering, who is this 'cousin' come out of the woodwork? Another by-blow? Some one who one day might have ambitions for more? I just want to know. And I want you to find out for me."
"Lucas, hire a private eye," Clark said and slid his chair back. Lucas reached across the table and grabbed his hand.
"Wait Clark—I want you to do it. You won’t use this against me, I trust you. And that's hard to come by for Luthors. I know Lex trusted you with his life."
Clark brushed bright red. "We weren't friends for a long time before he…he died. Lex didn't trust me. I don’t think he ever did."
Lucas tilted his head and stared hard at Clark. "You're really lucky you're pretty, aren’t you?"
"What? Shut up. Besides, my job…"
"Is fine with it," Lucas shrugged. Grinned. "You needed some time off to write a book. Perry was great about it. But then I figured he would be." He grinned again, an unpleasant smirk. "Now, I suggest that you make your girlfriend as happy as possible, seeing as you're going to be separated for a while."
"You—you can’t do that, I'll just say no." He glared at Lucas. "In fact, I'm saying no right now."
Lucas tossed a couple of pictures onto the table. Clark picked them up, to find pictures of himself, doing—things. There was a picture of him with his arm around a disheveled young woman, standing in an emergency room doorway, another of him staring across a road at a burning building. Even as dark and grainy as the picture was, it was plain he looked singed—he was streaked with soot. Clark's hands shook for a second before he steadied them. "So what, what it this?"
"Oh come on, Clark. You know what it is. And so will the world, if you don't help me out. All I want is some information on this cousin. Nothing more."
There was a picture of Clark, on the roof of his building and he was buttoning his shirt over his blue clothed chest…Clark felt a block of ice form in his chest.
"If anyone else knows—you could hurt my mother—Lois—anyone who knows me…"
Lucas smiled and nodded. "I could, but I won't. You'll help me, and I won’t use anything I have against you."
"Until the next time you need something from me." Clark stared at Lucas, he felt a headache thrumming between his eyes and for a moment Lucas looked nervous.
"I swear Clark, I promise. This once only." He pushed the pictures at Clark. "Keep these. I'll give you everything else when you come back. They're safe—from everyone."
Clark sighed. Lucas could be nearly as bad as Lex. "Give me what I need to know about this guy."
******
"Clark—what the fuck do you mean, you're taking a sabbatical? You can't take a sabbatical. What about me—what about the Planet?" Lois stomped around the small kitchen, slamming cabinet doors and rattling glasses. "Don’t you have anything but milk and soda in here?" she groused.
"That's why I wanted to wait until we could meet at your place, Lois…"
She waved him into silence impatiently. "And how could you even agree to work with Lucas, for god's sake. He's a snake, just like the rest of them."
"He hasn't done anything wrong. Not like--"
"He's just cleverer than Lex at covering up." She stopped and gave him that odd searching look again. "Or…maybe Lex just wasn't that careful purposely. He certainly got quite a bit of your attention."
"Lois—I never spoke to him after he left Smallville--never in private anyway. Lex was exactly what he seemed to be. A person driven by ego to believe himself above the law. It's too bad he died so young, but…but…" Clark sat still and let the unexpected wave of grief wash away. It was always like that in the aftermath of the dreams of Lex. "But I don't think as much as I hoped he would, he would ever have changed."
Lois grunted. "Yep. Never change. Luthor is a Luthor is a Luthor. Remember that, the next time you make excuses for *Lucas*."
Dinner went slightly more pleasantly, and Lois melted enough to kid around with Clark, make silly jokes and tease him like she used to when they lived in Smallville. She giggled like a kid and ended up racing him to the bedroom, and her uninhibited silliness made him feel good, made him feel a little more eager to be there with her.
"Cee, ah—harder! More…" her hair draped over her face, thick and shiny, smelling of herbs and flowers from the shampoo she used—he loved the smell, and the smell of her skin, the way she tasted, the way she felt. He loved watching her on top, the way her face creased in concentration as she rode him to orgasm…his cock twitched when she bore down on him, and the slick heat of her enveloped him, making him hum. She raked her short nails down his aide and hissed, "Fuck me, damn it, I'm doing all the work."
He held her waist and moved her up and down on him, he thrust up just a little harder and part of him was feeling the electric shocks of arousal, and part of him was carefully monitoring her, watching muscle stretch and pull, making sure bones were in no danger…he felt the rising tide of orgasm, his cock wasn't worried one bit about hurting his partner of not.
Lois threw her head back, the ivory curve of her throat beautiful and vulnerable—it touched his heart as much as it made him throb. She was beautiful, open to him in a way she never was any other time. "Are you ready," she panted, "are you ready, because I'm ready..."
She groaned, low at first, and then louder, louder, until she howled, ground her hips down and raked nails across his chest, over sensitive nipples…it was just enough to tip him over and Clark groaned, he gripped her hips and pushed her down over his cock, held her still and panted through his own climax. The minute he came back to himself, he quickly scanned her from head to toe.
She looked at him curiously, head tilted and a little smile on her lips. "Why do you always look at me like you've never seen me before after sex?"
"I—I don’t know—I like looking at you?" Clark blushed. As always, he felt shy afterward. He made his excuses, walked quickly to the bathroom to rid himself of the condom. He took a few seconds until he felt able to face Lois again. Sex with her was great, he really enjoyed it, but…there was always just the slightest touch of melancholy after. Maybe, he thought, it was the need to be so very, very careful all the time. Never being able to let loose…he remembered the one time with Lana, when he'd lost what kept him from being human…that had been perfect, really. It had been like every romance ever written, like a dream come true. And then—it hadn’t been. He'd gone back to *normal* and his life had fallen apart bit by bit from that point on.
He filled a little paper cup with water and sipped it. Sex had been romantic, beautiful, perfect with her—but it had been nasty and filthy and hot as hell in Metropolis that summer and he'd been more than in possession of all his power—he palmed himself and color rose in his cheeks—the memory still made him hard, still featured in his fantasies though the faces were different....
TBC, yes!
Fandom: SV
Pairing: tchah!
Rating: R
Summary: this is futurefic--kind of, and AU--kind of. The idea is definitely not original, but I hope to at least do something interesting with it. I make no promise about finishing it, but I hope that by posting it, I'll be inspired to. Let's just say I'm writing this on the wing. Please let me know what you think.
The Previous Parts are here, absolutely stunned—they thought they'd never work in this town again…
"Clark...Do you believe a man can fly?" The boy turns with an unsettled expression.
"Sure. In a plane."
He makes an impatient gesture. "No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about soaring through the clouds with nothing but air beneath you."
"People can't fly, Lex"
"I did. After the accident, when my heart stopped. It was the most exhilarating two minutes of my life."
For a moment, he's not there; he's flying high over Smallville, over the world, nothing but cloud and sun around him… "For the first time, I didn't see a dead end. I saw a new beginning. Thanks to you I have a second chance. We have a future, Clark...And I don't want anything to stand in the way of our friendship."
The words echo and echo, like they always do. Hollow words, words that should have been prophetic. Instead they were a warning…and the beginning of the end.
Clark woke from the dream and as always, was balanced for a moment on the edge of grief. It hurt to dream about Lex. It hurt that he always dreamed from Lex's point of view—he *felt* the hope, the overwhelming feeling of rebirth and miracles. He knew that day, and for a long time after, Lex wanted to be—tried to be—a good man. But Dad was right, the apple didn't fall far from the tree…things only got worse with time and eventually Lex showed his true colors. The things he did were horrible, criminal— more than once, Clark had thought that he'd made a terrible mistake that day in Smallville. So many people's lives would have been safer—happier—if he had let Lex die.
Clark rolled to his side and glanced at the clock, not that he needed it to know that it was five o'clock—there was never a moment when he didn't know what time it was. Five o'clock. For so many years it was the time his day started. For a few brief minutes, he remembered another life—a simpler life--chores, the cows, the farm. Almost every morning he thought about his dad, his mom…Dad gone years now and Mom living the life she'd taken a detour from to marry Jonathan Kent, the only man she'd ever loved.
He sighed. No doubt the dream was caused by the unwelcome visitor at the Planet the day before. Grandstanding show off—he was still an egomaniacal bastard and a creep. Clark thought he was a creep when he was a kid, and he hadn't changed through the years and shifting fortunes. Mr. 'I have everything you don't' Luthor.
No one had been more shocked than he when the double glass doors with the Daily Planet logo etched on them flew open, and Luthor marched straight to his desk, surrounded by a small army of bodyguards. "Clark, Clark Kent, long time no see."
"Not long enough," Clark muttered, and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "What do you want, Lucas?"
"Clark, is that anyway to treat a buddy you haven't seen in years? I thought you might have softened towards me a bit since I helped your…friend…back then."
"He was never my friend. And you and I were *definitely* never friends."
"Aw, that's sad." Lucas grinned and looked at Clark the way he had in the past, a slow considering look topped off with a knowing grin, but back then, the grin had been directed at Lex. Now, he just looked right into Clark's eyes and smirked. "I suppose then that you don't miss my brother at all. I remember a time when you could hardly keep away from him. I remember he could hardly stay away from you." Lucas made the innocent words sound…dirty.
People in the office stopped to look and listen—Clark had just gotten interesting.
Lois came in at that moment. "Smallville, what'd I tell you about dragging garbage inside? Leave it at the curb, why don't you." She carried two cups of coffee—one black for her, and one with three sugars and cream…she put that one at Clark's side of the desk and Clark sighed. He hated cream in his coffee and she always put too much sugar in and she did it every morning since they started working together…ever since Chloe left, and ever since she became his only friend and…lover.
Lucas leaned a hip on Clark's desk, gave Lois a thorough, lingering, head-to-toe look and said, "Bitch. No, wait—*tacky* bitch," with a huge grin.
Lois looked shocked—as if the thought that Lucas might retaliate had never occurred to her.
"Hey!" Clark lunged out of his chair and grabbed Lucas by the lapels of his coat. "Get off my desk and get out of this office."
"All right all right, calm down, Kent. How about I apologize, and treat you to lunch? Please. I need you Clark, I really do."
Clark grimaced. Shit. Now the whole office was looking, the air was abuzz with questions and Lois was looking—angry and. Curious. Lois Lane curious, which could get painful, annoying at the least….
"Listen you--" Clark stopped. Lucas really looked concerned, and no matter how much he pissed Clark off, he really seemed to need—something. Clark sighed. "What is this about?"
"Come with me. This is private stuff, things only you'd understand."
Clark cast an apologetic look at Lois, and she nodded, still scowling. He knew he hadn't heard the last of this tonight. Freaking Lucas—the way he worded everything, he was being deliberately provocative…he wished he'd never told Lois anything at all about that summer in Metropolis. Clark got his coat and followed Lucas and his entourage of bodyguards out. Even if he hadn’t told her much of the truth, it was enough to make her wonder, it seemed. He could feel ice blue eyes poking him in the back of the neck all the way out the door.
*****
Just as he feared, the moment he and Lucas and his crew entered the restaurant, his phone rang. Excusing himself to walk out to the lobby, he answered. "Yes, Lois?"
*Does this have to do with Lex? Did he give you money or something? Did you guys ever…I know, it's okay, I used to watch him watch you, you know—*
"LOIS!" Clark quickly lowered his voice and glanced around. "Lois, no. Nothing like that ever happened—not with him or anyone else!"
*But you told me--*
"Okay, okay--one time, Lois, and I was…drunk. Really, really horribly drunk. Once! Please, can’t you just forget I told you that? Lex wasn't like that. Our friendship, what there was of it, was just that, a friendship, okay? And Lucas is just a dick who likes making trouble."
*well…make sure you record him, there might be a story for us in it.*
"Lois!"
*What? You're a reporter, act like it!* She hung up; apparently satisfied she had nothing to worry about. Clark shook his head. Right. Lex. As if.
Lucas was waiting for him, a patient smile on his face, when Clark came back into the dining room.
"So, you set her little pointed mind at ease?"
"Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that," Clark said automatically. He grabbed one of the bed sheet seized menus and was very busy looking. Lucas laughed.
"Girlfriend? Okay, if you say so…anyway," he hooked a finger over the edge of the menu and tilted it downward. "I've already ordered for you." Clark huffed angrily and Lucas ignored him. "This is about Lionel, and Lex in a way."
Clark set the menu down. "I have no interest at all in either one of them, and I have no interest in you."
"Yeah yeah, we know. Anyway, a little after the funeral—Lex's I mean, I found out that Dad had a will, another will, that gave someone a shitload of money. At the time, I didn't do anything because I was busy fighting tooth and nail to keep control of my inheritance, and trying to reintegrate LexCorp to the fold."
Clark grudgingly complimented Lucas on the feat. "We—I didn't really expect that you'd have much success."
"Oh, I'm much more than a pretty face—lots of people have underestimated me," he grinned. "So—here it is three years later and I'm wondering, who is this 'cousin' come out of the woodwork? Another by-blow? Some one who one day might have ambitions for more? I just want to know. And I want you to find out for me."
"Lucas, hire a private eye," Clark said and slid his chair back. Lucas reached across the table and grabbed his hand.
"Wait Clark—I want you to do it. You won’t use this against me, I trust you. And that's hard to come by for Luthors. I know Lex trusted you with his life."
Clark brushed bright red. "We weren't friends for a long time before he…he died. Lex didn't trust me. I don’t think he ever did."
Lucas tilted his head and stared hard at Clark. "You're really lucky you're pretty, aren’t you?"
"What? Shut up. Besides, my job…"
"Is fine with it," Lucas shrugged. Grinned. "You needed some time off to write a book. Perry was great about it. But then I figured he would be." He grinned again, an unpleasant smirk. "Now, I suggest that you make your girlfriend as happy as possible, seeing as you're going to be separated for a while."
"You—you can’t do that, I'll just say no." He glared at Lucas. "In fact, I'm saying no right now."
Lucas tossed a couple of pictures onto the table. Clark picked them up, to find pictures of himself, doing—things. There was a picture of him with his arm around a disheveled young woman, standing in an emergency room doorway, another of him staring across a road at a burning building. Even as dark and grainy as the picture was, it was plain he looked singed—he was streaked with soot. Clark's hands shook for a second before he steadied them. "So what, what it this?"
"Oh come on, Clark. You know what it is. And so will the world, if you don't help me out. All I want is some information on this cousin. Nothing more."
There was a picture of Clark, on the roof of his building and he was buttoning his shirt over his blue clothed chest…Clark felt a block of ice form in his chest.
"If anyone else knows—you could hurt my mother—Lois—anyone who knows me…"
Lucas smiled and nodded. "I could, but I won't. You'll help me, and I won’t use anything I have against you."
"Until the next time you need something from me." Clark stared at Lucas, he felt a headache thrumming between his eyes and for a moment Lucas looked nervous.
"I swear Clark, I promise. This once only." He pushed the pictures at Clark. "Keep these. I'll give you everything else when you come back. They're safe—from everyone."
Clark sighed. Lucas could be nearly as bad as Lex. "Give me what I need to know about this guy."
******
"Clark—what the fuck do you mean, you're taking a sabbatical? You can't take a sabbatical. What about me—what about the Planet?" Lois stomped around the small kitchen, slamming cabinet doors and rattling glasses. "Don’t you have anything but milk and soda in here?" she groused.
"That's why I wanted to wait until we could meet at your place, Lois…"
She waved him into silence impatiently. "And how could you even agree to work with Lucas, for god's sake. He's a snake, just like the rest of them."
"He hasn't done anything wrong. Not like--"
"He's just cleverer than Lex at covering up." She stopped and gave him that odd searching look again. "Or…maybe Lex just wasn't that careful purposely. He certainly got quite a bit of your attention."
"Lois—I never spoke to him after he left Smallville--never in private anyway. Lex was exactly what he seemed to be. A person driven by ego to believe himself above the law. It's too bad he died so young, but…but…" Clark sat still and let the unexpected wave of grief wash away. It was always like that in the aftermath of the dreams of Lex. "But I don't think as much as I hoped he would, he would ever have changed."
Lois grunted. "Yep. Never change. Luthor is a Luthor is a Luthor. Remember that, the next time you make excuses for *Lucas*."
Dinner went slightly more pleasantly, and Lois melted enough to kid around with Clark, make silly jokes and tease him like she used to when they lived in Smallville. She giggled like a kid and ended up racing him to the bedroom, and her uninhibited silliness made him feel good, made him feel a little more eager to be there with her.
"Cee, ah—harder! More…" her hair draped over her face, thick and shiny, smelling of herbs and flowers from the shampoo she used—he loved the smell, and the smell of her skin, the way she tasted, the way she felt. He loved watching her on top, the way her face creased in concentration as she rode him to orgasm…his cock twitched when she bore down on him, and the slick heat of her enveloped him, making him hum. She raked her short nails down his aide and hissed, "Fuck me, damn it, I'm doing all the work."
He held her waist and moved her up and down on him, he thrust up just a little harder and part of him was feeling the electric shocks of arousal, and part of him was carefully monitoring her, watching muscle stretch and pull, making sure bones were in no danger…he felt the rising tide of orgasm, his cock wasn't worried one bit about hurting his partner of not.
Lois threw her head back, the ivory curve of her throat beautiful and vulnerable—it touched his heart as much as it made him throb. She was beautiful, open to him in a way she never was any other time. "Are you ready," she panted, "are you ready, because I'm ready..."
She groaned, low at first, and then louder, louder, until she howled, ground her hips down and raked nails across his chest, over sensitive nipples…it was just enough to tip him over and Clark groaned, he gripped her hips and pushed her down over his cock, held her still and panted through his own climax. The minute he came back to himself, he quickly scanned her from head to toe.
She looked at him curiously, head tilted and a little smile on her lips. "Why do you always look at me like you've never seen me before after sex?"
"I—I don’t know—I like looking at you?" Clark blushed. As always, he felt shy afterward. He made his excuses, walked quickly to the bathroom to rid himself of the condom. He took a few seconds until he felt able to face Lois again. Sex with her was great, he really enjoyed it, but…there was always just the slightest touch of melancholy after. Maybe, he thought, it was the need to be so very, very careful all the time. Never being able to let loose…he remembered the one time with Lana, when he'd lost what kept him from being human…that had been perfect, really. It had been like every romance ever written, like a dream come true. And then—it hadn’t been. He'd gone back to *normal* and his life had fallen apart bit by bit from that point on.
He filled a little paper cup with water and sipped it. Sex had been romantic, beautiful, perfect with her—but it had been nasty and filthy and hot as hell in Metropolis that summer and he'd been more than in possession of all his power—he palmed himself and color rose in his cheeks—the memory still made him hard, still featured in his fantasies though the faces were different....
TBC, yes!
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