SV fic post:Transference part 8
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roxyTitle: Transference
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating:R
This bit is a little longer than the others, briefest bit of het sex for those of you who really dislike reading that sort of thing. *G*
The Previous Parts are here, holding hands and wishing on a star. What? Sometimes, even the Previouslys have a heart.
Clark landed in the back yard, behind the thick stand of old-fashioned lilacs that marched along the line separating the yard from working land. It was night, even darker in the shadow of the overgrown shrubs. He knelt and tied the laces of his boots, pulled his shirt straight and combed his fingers quickly through his hair before walking to the kitchen door. It wasn't often that he flew when he wasn't in the uniform.
"Mom!" He pushed open the unlocked back door and walked into the bright kitchen. There was a pie cooling on the counter--he picked a *good* time to come home. "Mom?"
His dad came strolling in from the living room. "Hey, Clark. Mom's at her book club. She'll be home soon." He jerked his chin to the pie and grinned. "She had a feeling we'd have company tonight."
Clark laughed. "Yeah?" He opened the fridge—there was a roast chicken and some corn and…"oh good—baked beans."
His dad sat across from him. "Good to see you, boy. It'd been a while," and he wasn't complaining or scolding but Clark felt a flicker of guilt anyway.
"So busy, Dad," he managed between bites—comfort food was anything his mother made. "But I had to come home. Want to talk to you."
His dad nodded and waited as Clark seriously addressed his dinner. He got up when Clark finally pushed his empty plate away, and came back to the table with slices of pie for the both of them. "Speak, son. What's on your mind?"
"Lex Luthor." He pretended not to notice his dad's startled look. "I've been wondering…was he always that person? Did I really not see it?"
His dad hesitated before answering, he looked thoughtful. "Once I would have said yes, it was bred into him. The apple falling not far blah, blah…the usual bullshit."
Clark covered his smile by talking a bite of pie—it was kind of funny that his dad cursed in front of him from time to time. He guessed it was some sort of male bonding thing but it just made Clark want to blush and giggle like he was five.
"Thinking back on all of it, I see a little clearer now that what drove Lex was the need to survive. Lionel…Lionel managed to blight any natural decency Lex possessed. He tried…"
"Decency? Dad, Lex stole the person I cared about. He attacked me, tried to destroy me. He was doing his best to have me declared an enemy of humankind before...before he died."
"I'm not saying what he did wasn't bad, I'm not saying he wasn't a bad man." His dad leaned back in his chair. "That compass I gave him at his wedding, remember? It should have meant more. It could have meant more, if I'd put that stuff about his dad aside. If I hadn’t been so worried about your safety. Hell." He stopped and rubbed a hand across his mouth, seemed to think hard about what he was going to say next. "What I think about Lex, when I think about him, was maybe he'd had a chance, and *we* blew it."
"Dad..." How could he tell his dad he was right to have been afraid of Lex? Lex hadn't hated Superman. He'd known damn well who Superman was. Destroying Superman's credibility was the same as destroying Clark Kent, and Lex knew it. "You were always right. You were right about Lex and I was a brat."
His dad shook his head. "I don't know…age slows you down, and makes you think...I think I was afraid of something *else* back then, too."
"Something else—Dad, please tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking." He swallowed hard. He felt like they knew
His dad laughed a little and shrugged. "All those rumors, those stories…the way he looked at you some times. And…sometimes a person can be sucked in by glamour and charm…even a person like you."
"That doesn't make sense Dad. If that was the case, then why take Lana—try to step in between us? The way things ended, it was like he did something to her, something that changed her."
"Or, maybe Lex helped her find herself—Son—there are a dozens of reasons why things worked the way they did. Aren't you happy now, though? Your life has purpose, you're with a…lovely girl. And Lex…Lex is gone. Whatever potential he had is gone too. You did your best, and it didn’t work. You just go on from there."
"What if you had another chance, Dad? Would you take it?"
His dad rubbed his chin, seemed to be thinking hard. Clark waited, but all his dad said was, "Yes, I would."
All the way home, Clark thought about what his dad said. 'Go on from there'…well, he had. He had his mission, he had a job that was important to him, and he had love. It was more than he'd ever expected from life.
******
Lois was surprised to see him in Metropolis…'shocked' was probably the more accurate word, Clark thought. She took in the huge bouquet of flowers he'd brought her--tulips and daisies because she thought roses were corny, and a bottle of a nice California wine she liked *and* take-out from the deli around the corner from her apartment.
"God, Clark, what the hell are you doing here?" She grabbed the collar of the slightly tatty robe she wore and pulled it tight.
"Can—can I come in?" he asked, and wondered what possessed him to think that Lois would view dropping in unannounced as romantic.
"Of course, yes—just--*damn* it Clark, I was just about to shave my legs. Crap. Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I look like a god-damn Jane Auel character." She snorted at Clark's confused look—"a cave woman," she tried to explain. "—oh, never mind."
Clark nodded sympathetically and said, "So, it's all right to come in?"
She sighed and with a patient smile, said, "Of course it is."
They sat on the floor, and opened the bags on her coffee table, spreading out everything Clark brought. It was a favorite thing of their's, passing food back and forth between each other, eating…not talking about anything important. Lois showed him the nail polish she'd meant to put on that evening. Clark approved of her choice of color, and after desert, she put her feet in his lap and demanded he paint her toe nails. Clark agreed--in fact, kind of liked it, liked the warm weight of her foot against his crotch, the not having to think or really listen to what she was saying…she flexed and rubbed her toes against him, and he blushed a little, liking it even more.
"Clark. Still blushing, for God's sake…" she smirked at him and he just blushed harder and blew on the wet polish.
He held the heel of her foot in the palm of her hand, stroking her arch… "I was home for a couple of days."
"And you didn't call me?"
"I went home talk to with my dad."
She looked suspicious. "What about?"
"About Lex…what he thought about him, his life..."
She snorted and rolled her eyes.
"I know, but this talking to Lucas…it's just bringing up memories, I guess." He stroked her foot, and remembered touching Lex's once, that summer—the one that everyone thought Lex had been lost at sea--the summer *he'd* spent in Metropolis doing crazy stupid stuff, while Lex had almost died on that island.
He'd been so burned, so injured. He seemed to be in so much pain, so distant from everything, everybody. It was like watching Lex disappear right in front of him, and he wanted to make some kind of connection—and one night, he volunteered a foot rub. Stupid, useless, but he'd wanted to do something—*needed* to do something--to make contact with Lex. The offer of the foot rub had at least amused him, but also touched him, Clark thought. And honestly, he thought to himself, it hadn't felt like this, and stroked Lois's arch again. It hadn't felt like this at all….
Lois sighed and leaned back, her blue eyes speared Clark. "You know, I don’t understand why it took all of you so long to see what a dick Lex was. Besides your dad, no one else could see that he was controlling and a liar and just kind of mean and creepy? When I first came to Smallville I thought there was some kind of group—blindness—when it came to that guy. And see how things turned out? Look what he did to Metropolis—to Superman."
"He wasn't always like that. It was after Black Thursday that--"
"Geez, Clark, he was *always* like that! Even after all the terrible things he did to your buddy Supes, you're still making excuses for him."
I'm not—I'm just saying…you don’t know what it was like with us when I was a kid...he was always on my side. He helped me, helped my friends. He was like a brother--"
"Yeah, until you stopped doing what he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted it. When he finally got that he was never going to get into your pants and went after weird girl instead."
"Lois!"
"Well, it's true—she was weird, morbid as hell, and he was jealous—if he couldn’t screw you, he was going after her—bitter old queen."
Clark leaned forward and clasped his hands around each other for safety. "You can't have it both ways, Lois; he can't be a bitter old queen and seduce Lana too."
"Oh, he was smooth as silk, Lex was—so greedy that he had to have everything. Boys and girls. All you would have had to do to keep him was to give him everything. And because you didn’t do what *he* thought you should do, it all blew up…"
"What he thought I should do." Clark leaned back against the couch, still staring at his clasped hands.
"Sure. Whatever it was he wanted you to be, he kept pushing and pushing for it…even I could see that. Lex was all about the taking. I don't think he knew anything at all about giving—real giving."
Clark sat back, yeah…you're right." It was the constant pushing, the disbelief, the accusations…he shook himself. "But in the end, the accusations proved right."
"When was Lex ever right about you?"
"No, I mean…never mind, I can't explain it." Lois' eyes were sharp as scalpels, but Clark knew by now how to deflect her. "Oh, and by the way, Lex never tried anything with me. He was straight. He was married, he dated beautiful women. If he went with guys, he couldn’t have hid it from me."
"Couldn't have hid it?" Lois smirked. "How many people know about you and 'that one time, at crazy camp', hmm?"
"Lois!" Clark wondered why so many conversations between himself and his girlfriend consisted of him shouting her name in outrage.
"You see? Everyone knows that you’re straighter than—a straight thing. Vanilla and Clark Kent go hand in hand, right? But still…there was that one time…which by the way, I find hot as hell."
He fixed her with as intense and disapproving a stare as she used on him, which of course she ignored. "Lois, sometimes I wonder about you…if he did like me like *that*, which is *highly* doubtful, he hid it pretty damn well. I mean--super models, socialites, just hot girls in general—that doesn't say gay to me."
"Sure, Smallville, sure. I stand corrected. The man was straight as the day is long." She hesitated, and went on. "What if he had been interested, if he'd asked…would you have?"
"Would I have what?"
"Would you have acted on it? Would you have let him—?"
"God, Lois—" No. He wouldn’t have. He couldn’t have. Clark sighed. Fuck. He wouldn’t have spent that summer in Metropolis looking for…something that'd seemed impossible to have.
Lex wasn't the only one who'd lied. One time…it just had seemed…less upsetting to admit to one time—less everything. But Lex… "You really think he went after Lana because he knew he couldn't…ha—have me? That's crazy."
She lifted an eyebrow, "Hello? Lex equals crazy. You Smallvillites were just terrific at lying to yourselves. Look at you and Lana—'The Great Love'. How long did it take you to get over it when she finally left for good? God, it was like she had some kind of mind-clouding aura…."
Clark turned red and shuddered. That was a little too close to the odd thought or two he'd had about Lana. "Stop, will you, can we talk about other things?"
"Sure…one word of advice. Look out for Lucas. He's no good."
Clark stared at her. "Lois, a blind man could tell Lucas is up to no good. Babies hide their candy when he's on the street, mothers hide their children. Any sane person would count the fingers on their hands twice after shaking with Lucas Luthor…"
She laughed, and Clark glowed. It was nice to make her laugh—it felt a little like approval..
"Speaking of candy," she grinned, and made grabbing motions, "come to Momma, big boy."
He blushed. "Ew. That's even remotely seductive."
"Seduction my ass," she said, "and speaking of my ass--"
"Why are you so crude!"
"Because it makes you laugh and secretly you like it."
"That's true," he said, and picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.
****
Not long after, she had her thighs wrapped around his head, and his mouth was in a spot that made her forget all about a little hair on her legs, which Clark thought was nice, soft, and silky…just like the little nub under his tongue, salt and warm, slick against the underside of his tongue…she threw her head back and moaned, "Harder."
He sucked and nibbled, used his teeth just enough, twisted fingers inside her just fast enough to make her groan and grab his hair, push his head down. "Bastard!"
He chuckled, slid his thumb into her and slid a finger into her ass and that made her scream. "Jesus, Cee—stop playing around and fuck me now--"
He moved up until his long torso was a bow over her aching body, his dick bobbed and struck her hip, leaving a long wet smear—he smiled, made the movements of fucking over her but never quite touching her, his dick slid back and forth over her belly, her thighs, bumped against her pussy….
"You fucking tease!" She punched him in the chest. "In! Get in right now!"
"So demanding," he chuckled, and teased her until her heels drummed against his ass. He drove in—one quick thrust that pressed him tight against her and she screamed…"Finally—fuck me—don’t stop--"
In minutes, he came with a shout, words burst out of him in a wild flood, and he dropped down and quivered against her, sweat slick skin against slick skin…he whispered how much he loved her with his mouth pressed to her cheek because she wouldn’t let him kiss her, not after 'that'.
Clark shifted away from her, rose up on one elbow--caught Lois looking at him with an odd expression. He felt his cheeks warm. His brain was beginning to catch up with events, and he hoped that he hadn't actually said…
"So, when you sort of yelled 'fuck me'," she asked, "how exactly did you mean that…is that something you've been thinking about? Because I'm not so sure…"
"*No!* I mean, no—I haven't been thinking about it. I don't want you to--" he shuddered, the idea was just—Lois and—he shuddered again.
"Okay," she said, but the look she gave him was not entirely happy. He couldn't blame her, at the moment, he wasn't very happy either….
to continued be...
Fandom: SV
Pairing: please…
Rating:R
This bit is a little longer than the others, briefest bit of het sex for those of you who really dislike reading that sort of thing. *G*
The Previous Parts are here, holding hands and wishing on a star. What? Sometimes, even the Previouslys have a heart.
Clark landed in the back yard, behind the thick stand of old-fashioned lilacs that marched along the line separating the yard from working land. It was night, even darker in the shadow of the overgrown shrubs. He knelt and tied the laces of his boots, pulled his shirt straight and combed his fingers quickly through his hair before walking to the kitchen door. It wasn't often that he flew when he wasn't in the uniform.
"Mom!" He pushed open the unlocked back door and walked into the bright kitchen. There was a pie cooling on the counter--he picked a *good* time to come home. "Mom?"
His dad came strolling in from the living room. "Hey, Clark. Mom's at her book club. She'll be home soon." He jerked his chin to the pie and grinned. "She had a feeling we'd have company tonight."
Clark laughed. "Yeah?" He opened the fridge—there was a roast chicken and some corn and…"oh good—baked beans."
His dad sat across from him. "Good to see you, boy. It'd been a while," and he wasn't complaining or scolding but Clark felt a flicker of guilt anyway.
"So busy, Dad," he managed between bites—comfort food was anything his mother made. "But I had to come home. Want to talk to you."
His dad nodded and waited as Clark seriously addressed his dinner. He got up when Clark finally pushed his empty plate away, and came back to the table with slices of pie for the both of them. "Speak, son. What's on your mind?"
"Lex Luthor." He pretended not to notice his dad's startled look. "I've been wondering…was he always that person? Did I really not see it?"
His dad hesitated before answering, he looked thoughtful. "Once I would have said yes, it was bred into him. The apple falling not far blah, blah…the usual bullshit."
Clark covered his smile by talking a bite of pie—it was kind of funny that his dad cursed in front of him from time to time. He guessed it was some sort of male bonding thing but it just made Clark want to blush and giggle like he was five.
"Thinking back on all of it, I see a little clearer now that what drove Lex was the need to survive. Lionel…Lionel managed to blight any natural decency Lex possessed. He tried…"
"Decency? Dad, Lex stole the person I cared about. He attacked me, tried to destroy me. He was doing his best to have me declared an enemy of humankind before...before he died."
"I'm not saying what he did wasn't bad, I'm not saying he wasn't a bad man." His dad leaned back in his chair. "That compass I gave him at his wedding, remember? It should have meant more. It could have meant more, if I'd put that stuff about his dad aside. If I hadn’t been so worried about your safety. Hell." He stopped and rubbed a hand across his mouth, seemed to think hard about what he was going to say next. "What I think about Lex, when I think about him, was maybe he'd had a chance, and *we* blew it."
"Dad..." How could he tell his dad he was right to have been afraid of Lex? Lex hadn't hated Superman. He'd known damn well who Superman was. Destroying Superman's credibility was the same as destroying Clark Kent, and Lex knew it. "You were always right. You were right about Lex and I was a brat."
His dad shook his head. "I don't know…age slows you down, and makes you think...I think I was afraid of something *else* back then, too."
"Something else—Dad, please tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking." He swallowed hard. He felt like they knew
His dad laughed a little and shrugged. "All those rumors, those stories…the way he looked at you some times. And…sometimes a person can be sucked in by glamour and charm…even a person like you."
"That doesn't make sense Dad. If that was the case, then why take Lana—try to step in between us? The way things ended, it was like he did something to her, something that changed her."
"Or, maybe Lex helped her find herself—Son—there are a dozens of reasons why things worked the way they did. Aren't you happy now, though? Your life has purpose, you're with a…lovely girl. And Lex…Lex is gone. Whatever potential he had is gone too. You did your best, and it didn’t work. You just go on from there."
"What if you had another chance, Dad? Would you take it?"
His dad rubbed his chin, seemed to be thinking hard. Clark waited, but all his dad said was, "Yes, I would."
All the way home, Clark thought about what his dad said. 'Go on from there'…well, he had. He had his mission, he had a job that was important to him, and he had love. It was more than he'd ever expected from life.
******
Lois was surprised to see him in Metropolis…'shocked' was probably the more accurate word, Clark thought. She took in the huge bouquet of flowers he'd brought her--tulips and daisies because she thought roses were corny, and a bottle of a nice California wine she liked *and* take-out from the deli around the corner from her apartment.
"God, Clark, what the hell are you doing here?" She grabbed the collar of the slightly tatty robe she wore and pulled it tight.
"Can—can I come in?" he asked, and wondered what possessed him to think that Lois would view dropping in unannounced as romantic.
"Of course, yes—just--*damn* it Clark, I was just about to shave my legs. Crap. Why didn't you let me know you were coming? I look like a god-damn Jane Auel character." She snorted at Clark's confused look—"a cave woman," she tried to explain. "—oh, never mind."
Clark nodded sympathetically and said, "So, it's all right to come in?"
She sighed and with a patient smile, said, "Of course it is."
They sat on the floor, and opened the bags on her coffee table, spreading out everything Clark brought. It was a favorite thing of their's, passing food back and forth between each other, eating…not talking about anything important. Lois showed him the nail polish she'd meant to put on that evening. Clark approved of her choice of color, and after desert, she put her feet in his lap and demanded he paint her toe nails. Clark agreed--in fact, kind of liked it, liked the warm weight of her foot against his crotch, the not having to think or really listen to what she was saying…she flexed and rubbed her toes against him, and he blushed a little, liking it even more.
"Clark. Still blushing, for God's sake…" she smirked at him and he just blushed harder and blew on the wet polish.
He held the heel of her foot in the palm of her hand, stroking her arch… "I was home for a couple of days."
"And you didn't call me?"
"I went home talk to with my dad."
She looked suspicious. "What about?"
"About Lex…what he thought about him, his life..."
She snorted and rolled her eyes.
"I know, but this talking to Lucas…it's just bringing up memories, I guess." He stroked her foot, and remembered touching Lex's once, that summer—the one that everyone thought Lex had been lost at sea--the summer *he'd* spent in Metropolis doing crazy stupid stuff, while Lex had almost died on that island.
He'd been so burned, so injured. He seemed to be in so much pain, so distant from everything, everybody. It was like watching Lex disappear right in front of him, and he wanted to make some kind of connection—and one night, he volunteered a foot rub. Stupid, useless, but he'd wanted to do something—*needed* to do something--to make contact with Lex. The offer of the foot rub had at least amused him, but also touched him, Clark thought. And honestly, he thought to himself, it hadn't felt like this, and stroked Lois's arch again. It hadn't felt like this at all….
Lois sighed and leaned back, her blue eyes speared Clark. "You know, I don’t understand why it took all of you so long to see what a dick Lex was. Besides your dad, no one else could see that he was controlling and a liar and just kind of mean and creepy? When I first came to Smallville I thought there was some kind of group—blindness—when it came to that guy. And see how things turned out? Look what he did to Metropolis—to Superman."
"He wasn't always like that. It was after Black Thursday that--"
"Geez, Clark, he was *always* like that! Even after all the terrible things he did to your buddy Supes, you're still making excuses for him."
I'm not—I'm just saying…you don’t know what it was like with us when I was a kid...he was always on my side. He helped me, helped my friends. He was like a brother--"
"Yeah, until you stopped doing what he wanted, when he wanted and how he wanted it. When he finally got that he was never going to get into your pants and went after weird girl instead."
"Lois!"
"Well, it's true—she was weird, morbid as hell, and he was jealous—if he couldn’t screw you, he was going after her—bitter old queen."
Clark leaned forward and clasped his hands around each other for safety. "You can't have it both ways, Lois; he can't be a bitter old queen and seduce Lana too."
"Oh, he was smooth as silk, Lex was—so greedy that he had to have everything. Boys and girls. All you would have had to do to keep him was to give him everything. And because you didn’t do what *he* thought you should do, it all blew up…"
"What he thought I should do." Clark leaned back against the couch, still staring at his clasped hands.
"Sure. Whatever it was he wanted you to be, he kept pushing and pushing for it…even I could see that. Lex was all about the taking. I don't think he knew anything at all about giving—real giving."
Clark sat back, yeah…you're right." It was the constant pushing, the disbelief, the accusations…he shook himself. "But in the end, the accusations proved right."
"When was Lex ever right about you?"
"No, I mean…never mind, I can't explain it." Lois' eyes were sharp as scalpels, but Clark knew by now how to deflect her. "Oh, and by the way, Lex never tried anything with me. He was straight. He was married, he dated beautiful women. If he went with guys, he couldn’t have hid it from me."
"Couldn't have hid it?" Lois smirked. "How many people know about you and 'that one time, at crazy camp', hmm?"
"Lois!" Clark wondered why so many conversations between himself and his girlfriend consisted of him shouting her name in outrage.
"You see? Everyone knows that you’re straighter than—a straight thing. Vanilla and Clark Kent go hand in hand, right? But still…there was that one time…which by the way, I find hot as hell."
He fixed her with as intense and disapproving a stare as she used on him, which of course she ignored. "Lois, sometimes I wonder about you…if he did like me like *that*, which is *highly* doubtful, he hid it pretty damn well. I mean--super models, socialites, just hot girls in general—that doesn't say gay to me."
"Sure, Smallville, sure. I stand corrected. The man was straight as the day is long." She hesitated, and went on. "What if he had been interested, if he'd asked…would you have?"
"Would I have what?"
"Would you have acted on it? Would you have let him—?"
"God, Lois—" No. He wouldn’t have. He couldn’t have. Clark sighed. Fuck. He wouldn’t have spent that summer in Metropolis looking for…something that'd seemed impossible to have.
Lex wasn't the only one who'd lied. One time…it just had seemed…less upsetting to admit to one time—less everything. But Lex… "You really think he went after Lana because he knew he couldn't…ha—have me? That's crazy."
She lifted an eyebrow, "Hello? Lex equals crazy. You Smallvillites were just terrific at lying to yourselves. Look at you and Lana—'The Great Love'. How long did it take you to get over it when she finally left for good? God, it was like she had some kind of mind-clouding aura…."
Clark turned red and shuddered. That was a little too close to the odd thought or two he'd had about Lana. "Stop, will you, can we talk about other things?"
"Sure…one word of advice. Look out for Lucas. He's no good."
Clark stared at her. "Lois, a blind man could tell Lucas is up to no good. Babies hide their candy when he's on the street, mothers hide their children. Any sane person would count the fingers on their hands twice after shaking with Lucas Luthor…"
She laughed, and Clark glowed. It was nice to make her laugh—it felt a little like approval..
"Speaking of candy," she grinned, and made grabbing motions, "come to Momma, big boy."
He blushed. "Ew. That's even remotely seductive."
"Seduction my ass," she said, "and speaking of my ass--"
"Why are you so crude!"
"Because it makes you laugh and secretly you like it."
"That's true," he said, and picked her up, and carried her to the bedroom.
****
Not long after, she had her thighs wrapped around his head, and his mouth was in a spot that made her forget all about a little hair on her legs, which Clark thought was nice, soft, and silky…just like the little nub under his tongue, salt and warm, slick against the underside of his tongue…she threw her head back and moaned, "Harder."
He sucked and nibbled, used his teeth just enough, twisted fingers inside her just fast enough to make her groan and grab his hair, push his head down. "Bastard!"
He chuckled, slid his thumb into her and slid a finger into her ass and that made her scream. "Jesus, Cee—stop playing around and fuck me now--"
He moved up until his long torso was a bow over her aching body, his dick bobbed and struck her hip, leaving a long wet smear—he smiled, made the movements of fucking over her but never quite touching her, his dick slid back and forth over her belly, her thighs, bumped against her pussy….
"You fucking tease!" She punched him in the chest. "In! Get in right now!"
"So demanding," he chuckled, and teased her until her heels drummed against his ass. He drove in—one quick thrust that pressed him tight against her and she screamed…"Finally—fuck me—don’t stop--"
In minutes, he came with a shout, words burst out of him in a wild flood, and he dropped down and quivered against her, sweat slick skin against slick skin…he whispered how much he loved her with his mouth pressed to her cheek because she wouldn’t let him kiss her, not after 'that'.
Clark shifted away from her, rose up on one elbow--caught Lois looking at him with an odd expression. He felt his cheeks warm. His brain was beginning to catch up with events, and he hoped that he hadn't actually said…
"So, when you sort of yelled 'fuck me'," she asked, "how exactly did you mean that…is that something you've been thinking about? Because I'm not so sure…"
"*No!* I mean, no—I haven't been thinking about it. I don't want you to--" he shuddered, the idea was just—Lois and—he shuddered again.
"Okay," she said, but the look she gave him was not entirely happy. He couldn't blame her, at the moment, he wasn't very happy either….
to continued be...
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