Not Clark, 2 of 2
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Title: Not Clark
Author: DM Wyatt
Pairing: Superman/Lois
Warnings: Adult, NC-17, future-fic
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lois is at home alone on a Saturday night and Superman makes an unexpected visit
Word Count: 9858
2 of 2
Previous entry here....
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"What?" She was shocked and scared. Lois tried to turn around again but his hands gently held her steady. "Why does he think that? Isn't he happy?"
"He is happy, Lois. He's happier with you than he's ever been his whole life, but he doesn't think he's enough for you."
"Why did he want you to talk about this to me?"
"He wanted to, he'd tried to, but didn't feel he really could without breaking his heart... He's seen how you react to me. He thought you were maybe going through a phase, but you've been dating for nearly a year and nothing has really changed…"
"Has it been that long?"
"Yes. It'll be a year next week…"
"Does Clark love me?"
"Yes, he does. He loves you much more than I think you realize, Lois."
"So, why is he willing to let me choose between the two of you?"
"Clark's not stupid, Lois. You don't need superpowers to see the change in you when you talk about Superman or see him."
Lois was annoyed. She hated when people talk about themselves in the third-person. "You're talking about yourself in the third person. I hate that. You mean 'me,' not him... "
There was a touch of anger to his voice. "Yes, me. I can see it. I can hear the increase in your heart rate, see the blush under your make-up whenever you lay eyes on me... However, you don't need superpowers to see it, Lois. Everyone can tell with just a glance, even Clark." His voice turned bitter and his grip on her shoulders tightened marginally, "It hurts him that you are dating him yet get more excited about Superman than you do about your own boyfriend… It hurts him that you aren't as happy with him as he is with you." His voice got softer, huskier, with the pain he was apparently feeling. "It's breaking his heart."
The pain in his voice was awful for Lois to hear. She closed her eyes against it, she didn't want to hurt either man. "I love Clark… I do, but...." Lois hesitated; unsure she was wiling to tell Superman, the man she'd desired since the moment he'd first saved her life, the truth about her failure as a girlfriend.
He whispered softly into her hair. "If you're going to decide between us, you need to finish that sentence."
"Well, I love him, but you make me feel things he doesn't…"
"So, where does that leave Clark? You love, but don't desire him?"
Lois was confused. Why was Superman, of all people, here asking her about her love life with Clark Kent, of all people? Why was it so uncomfortable that he was here to begin with?
Didn't she love, truly love, Clark? Didn't she desire him too? Wasn't their love life, such as it was, satisfactory, or was Superman right about Clark? Was she somehow not really in love with him?
"No, that's not it... I do desire Clark, but... but he is just Clark."
"Do you love me, Lois?"
"Yes, I do..."
"Do you love Clark?"
She was confused, but felt a bit insulted by the question. "Yes, of course... I wouldn't be dating him if I didn’t."
His voice dropped even lower and became even softer as she felt his breath in her hair. "Then I'm going to have to ask you something that will be very hard for you do. We..." He paused for moment, as if considering what he was going to say, "I need you to choose."
"Why? Why is it so important?"
"It's making life a lot harder...." He paused again, for the briefest of moments, "And I... I, uh... I mean we, need to know whom you're going to choose."
"If this is so important for you both, why isn't he here?"
Superman took a very long time before he answered that question. "Clark thought I should ask you the questions that needed to be asked. He wouldn't have been able to do it... His heart is too close to breaking."
Lois turned around, this time he let her, and looked into his eyes. His face was dark, covered by shadow, but she could see a slight red gleam inside his eyes.
"What about your heart? Is it also close to breaking?"
He didn't answer at first, his face betrayed his vulnerability and his blue eyes shined with what? Tears? It hurt to see him in pain...
"Lois, my heart isn't invulnerable... Sometimes, I wish it were, but.... But, I need to do what is right for Clark..."
"What about what's right for you?"
"That's not important..."
Lois was astounded, "What do you mean? Of course that's important... You should be selfish about what want out of life, you shouldn't always think of others first."
A series of emotions that Lois couldn't name passed over his face and then ended with something like sadness. "Clark's heart is more vulnerable than I allow mine to be; it's why I'm here to help him."
"You love me too, right?"
Superman just nodded sadly.
"What if I choose Clark? What will happen?"
A strange look of hope briefly passed across his face, which Lois was mystified by. When he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically rough with emotion. "Does that mean you choose Clark?"
Lois was scared... She hadn't been prepared to decide about Clark tonight, decide what she thought, how she felt...
"I don't know... Why do I have to choose tonight? Why now? What if I can't choose?"
Superman sighed, "You have to because you're torturing Clark, Lois. He's slowly getting torn up inside... You can't keep him at arm's length and then gush about Superman. How do you think that makes him feel?" He came close to her, his form silhouetted by the flickering light of the TV.
Lois felt her eyes tear up and she turned away, not willing to look him in the eye. She had never thought how her seeming insatiable desire for details on Superman, learning his secrets, might be hurting Clark. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone..."
"I know you didn't..." He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and the heat that radiated off of him was solid and comforting, but when he replied his voice was whisper quiet yet husky with emotion. "Can you decide?"
Lois was confused what to do. "No... Yes... I don't know." She sighed, exasperated. "I do love Clark, but I love you too." He didn't reply and the silence was painful for Lois. She asked quietly, "But you didn't answer my question, what would happen if I choose Clark?"
He sighed and replied quietly, "You and I will still be friends, but I would have to pull back... You wouldn't see me as much."
"So, I would still see you?"
"Yes, I will never leave Metropolis. It's my home, but you will no doubt still need to be rescued from time to time. That will still be my job." She heard the smile in his voice, although she didn't look into his face. "You never fail to find yourself in trouble."
She hesitated to ask, but she had to know. "Okay, but what would happen if I chose you?"
He paused for a moment and then took a deep breath. "Well, things would be different, but there are some things that I could never tell you... Even for you, there would be some secrets I would not be able to reveal."
Lois wasn't sure what to think about that, she would have thought being with Superman would mean she would learn everything she ever wanted to know...
Okay, maybe not learning everything would be disappointing, but to spend more time with him, really get to know him... A little thrill went through her at the thought.
"If you choose me, life won't always be easy, Lois. It will be a huge burden for you to bear and there will always be danger. If anyone had a hint you were important to me, they might come after you. Danger might come from anywhere."
"You don't think that it's worth it to someone who loves you?"
"Do you love me, Lois?"
"Yes, of course I do…"
"Do you love me enough to give up Clark?"
"What?"
"If you choose me, Clark will leave Metropolis... You'd never see him again."
"Why? He loves Metropolis and working for the Planet is like his life... Why would he leave here? Why would he leave me? Where would he go?"
"The Gotham Gazette, New York Times and San Francisco Chronicle have all made offers..."
"Why would they? He's just... Smallville."
"They think he's wasting his time here in Metropolis, their recruiters have been eying him for a long time..."
"Wasting his time? That's nonsense. He's one of the best reporters in Metropolis..."
"But out of your shadow and working at another paper, he could very well be the best at any other paper, in any other city, and he knows it."
Lois was shocked and hurt, "Why does he stay? If this town is crimping his style so badly, maybe he should just go..."
"Don't you know why he stays?"
"I have no idea. I mean any reporter worth their salt would jump at the chance to be a star at the Times or the Chronicle, even the Gotham Gazette..."
"He stays because of you, Lois, and he would leave here for the same reason if you chose me instead of him."
Lois was shocked into silence. She didn't know what to say to that. Clark never showed her the passion Superman seems to think he has. Maybe his heart was far deeper than she had expected.
"Don't you see? It would be too painful for him to stay, Lois. It would hurt Clark to see you happy with Superman while he works with you everyday, reads the stories you write that put Superman in the headlines..."
Lois was distracted, but he was doing it again, "You're still talking about yourself in the third person..."
He sighed heavily, and his voice dropped and became so hushed she could barely hear it. "Does it really matter?" He gently placed his hand on her cheek, his fingers cupped gently behind her ear, and he gently turned her around to face him. "You would give up Clark and I could never tell you all of my secrets, but I could still offer you so much, Lois. Things no one else has seen..."
That sounded like a line, so she looked at him skeptically. "Like what? Take me to your place to see Kryptonian etchings?"
Superman smiled, "Have you ever made love on a remote island beach in the morning, had lunch in New York, took in a show on London's West End, and danced until dawn in Milan?"
"Well, yes... At least I've done some of that."
He smiled more broadly. "Have you done it all in the same day?" She could only shake her head in wonderment. She couldn't see his face, it was still covered in shadow, but the awe in his voice, the love, was overwhelming as he talked.
"I would love to see the starlight sparkle in your eyes as we float above the center of the South Pacific, far from any land or ships... I would love to see your skin tanned in the bright sunshine of the tropics; see a sprinkling of freckles across your nose as you smile up at me, your beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners... I want to swim with you in warm waters where no one else has ever swum before, see corals and fish no one else has ever seen... I want to take you into the sky and chase the sunset so it lasts hours instead of minutes... I want to share the beauty of the world with you, Lois... I would love to show you things no one else has ever seen. I've never been able to share, really share, my gifts with anyone like that. I want to share moments like those with you, Lois." He paused and his voice became hushed with the importance of the words. "I want to share my life with you..."
Lois was awed and humbled. She had no idea Superman, Kal, had felt that deeply about her. He had always seemed so remote. She loved him, truly did, but still she pulled away with a regretful shrug.
She twisted her hands together as she looked out of the window. "I don't know what to do... If I choose one, I lose the other yet I love you both. I don't want to lose either one of you..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "What you promise sounds beautiful and romantic, you sound like you'll make me the center of your world yet Clark already does that. He loves me and, although apparently I'm not too great at showing him, I do love him..."
Superman's voice was deep and resonant behind her. "But you said you love me too... Can you choose or will you insist that we go on like this? Will you continue tormenting Clark?"
"I don't want to torment Clark, I had no idea I was hurting him so badly... He never told me." She walked to the couch and sat down. Distracted, she spoke again quietly as she picked up the book from the coffee table. "I didn't notice his heart was breaking... How could I not notice how his heart was breaking?"
She turned the book over and looked at the cover and realized how much the pirate portrayed on the cover looked like Superman. Since Superman's first appearance, she noticed that there were far many more brawny, dark haired men gracing the covers of pulp romance novels and in magazine ads than before his appearance. A recent study had shown that was a fact. She wasn't the only one who admired him, it was clear, but was it true love or was it just a crush?
His love for her seemed far more profound than she would have thought, but was that enough for both of them? What if her love didn't match up?
Could she give up seeing Clark entirely to live her dream of being in a relationship with Superman? Would he be as wonderful a lover as she had hoped, as she had dreamed about? When she thought about it, and she had to be honest, she didn't really know him at all.
She knew what he could do and all the lives he'd saved, often at the risk of his own, but was that enough to base a life-long commitment on? Where would they live? What would they talk about?
What about Clark? She knew him so well, he was like the soft flannel pajamas he'd given her that she loved so much: warm and comfortable and safe. Maybe he wasn't as exciting as Superman, he tended to be clumsy and sometimes stuttered when he was unsure, but she knew Clark; she could talk to him.
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of never seeing him again, never hearing his voice, never getting his advice on a story, never having him correct her spelling. She put down the book and picked up the small framed photo of Clark that Martha had given her. She had said that she knew Clark would never have thought of it, but she loved it. It was from his first day on the job at the Planet.
Mrs. Kent had come to Metropolis to help him celebrate the position; celebrate him getting his dream job. The photo was of him holding his official Daily Planet name plate as he pointed at the word "reporter" under his name and smiled one of the dorkiest smiles she'd ever seen. Lois was in the background and she had smiled indulgently at the newbie's joy... She remembered how eager he was when he first started. It seemed like he had changed so much from when she'd known him back in Smallville, she had barely recognized him at all as the same farm boy she had known years before. And it was more than just the glasses, despite what Chloe had ever said about it.
Her fingers affectionately traced the outline of his smile as she thought of the first time they kissed. It had been on their first date and Clark had been so nervous, he stammered and couldn't seem to keep control of his feet. He even tripped several times as they walked down the street to the restaurant. The kiss later had been sweet, but hesitant...
She smiled at the memory and placed the picture back down on the end table. She walked over the small bookcase by the sliding glass window. There was a small array of photos on top of it. They were ones that Jimmy had taken of Clark and Lois while they were on assignments together. She always tried to look so serious, but Clark was such an adorable dork, his glasses always slipping down his nose and his tie always loose, and in each photo he wore a big happy grin. He was so happy doing his job, and Clark always wore a suit and tie, the other reporters didn't... many of them wore khakis and polo shirts, every day dress-down Friday to them, but not Clark.
When she'd asked, he'd told her that his parents had taught him to always dress up for the job. Make every day as if it were the first day and dress to impress. Not that he ever really did impress anyone, aside from Lois. His suits were off-the-rack and rumpled and always too big for him so most people thought he was a bit of a buffoon, but not Lois. The thought behind it was just so endearing.
He was just so adorable and she realized that her heart would break if she never got to see him again. She loved him so much. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of never seeing him again. She couldn't look at him, but just replied quietly as a tear trailed down her cheek. "I love you, but if being with you means never seeing Clark again, I'm going to have to choose Clark. I love him too much."
For some reason Lois couldn't figure out, Superman sounded happy. "You pick Clark?"
She scowled at him and wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. "I don't know why you're so happy about it... I thought you said you loved me."
He cleared his throat and tried to not smile, but Lois wasn't fooled. He was happy about Lois choosing Clark. "I do love you, but I'm... uhm... I'm just happy for Clark."
She was perplexed. "That sounds like the same sort of lame excuse that Clark would use... Is he rubbing off on you? I never heard you use a stupid explanation like that before."
For some reason that made him even happier. He smiled broadly. "I'm just happy..." He lightly floated into the air and drifted towards the window. He was so happy he almost glowed. "I'll see you later, Lois..."
She looked regretfully at him and sighed.
He dropped softly back to the floor and crossed over to where she stood. He looked worried. "Do you regret your choice already?"
She shook her head sadly and shrugged as she wiped her eyes again. She replied softly with a slight smile, "No, but it means I'll never know how you kiss." She smirked at him, "I was always curious."
He stepped in front of her and pulled her into his arms. "Let me take care of that for you..." He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She pulled back, fighting against her impulse to just let him.
"Hey!" She turned her head away from the kiss, "I think we established the fact that you're not Clark..."
"Yes, you did, but I want to kiss you as Superman at least once..."
She looked at him in confusion, unintentionally getting her mouth closer to his lips.
"What do you mean, 'kiss me as Super-'" but he interrupted her with a kiss. He didn't so much as kiss her as attack her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, and she resisted at first, but then she gave in and melted into his body. The kiss was like none she'd ever experienced...
Hot, searching, and it set her body on fire with a burning need. She craved his mouth, his hands, his chest pressed against hers... It was intoxicating and then, perhaps oddly, the kiss changed. It became softer and his tongue caressed hers, and it seemed somehow familiar. She couldn't figure out why at first...
Then she did...
She pulled from the kiss and hit him as hard as she could. The slap hurt her hand, bad.
Superman was confused... "What'd you do that for?"
"Bastard!"
He frowned and looked at her cradling her bruised hand in the other, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay. Do you think this is some kind of game?" She walked away from him, angrier with him than she had ever been before. "Couldn't you think of some better way to tell me than breaking my heart and then kissing me?" She put an extra bitter, angry emphasis on the name, "Clark, I know what you taste like!"
She shook her hand to try and get it to stop tingling. "I can't believe you didn't tell me..." She shook her head. "I can't believe I didn't figure it out..."
Superman (Or should she say Clark?), came around to face her. "I'm sorry I did that to you, Lois, but I had to know you if you loved Clark more than Superman..."
"You're both the same guy. What difference would it make?"
His voice sounded sad, "It makes a lot of difference, Lois. A lot..." She looked up into his eyes, his green Clark Kent eyes.
Why are Clark's eyes green, but Superman's are blue?
He looked sympathetically at her hand and held it gently. He spoke quietly. "Clark Kent is who I am, Superman is what I can do..." He lifted her hand and gently kissed her reddened palm.
"You're still talking about yourself in the third person...."
He smiled a faint and sad smile, "I know. It comes with having a secret identity..."
"I never even thought that Superman had a secret identity." She wagged a finger at him from her free hand. "I'll have you know that is the only reason why the glasses and the baggy suits fooled me... No one thinks you have a secret identity. We even talked about it when Superman first showed up and we wondered if you were like Batman. However, I figured that man wears the cowl because he has to have a secret identity. All those gadgets he uses would cost millions, how could he afford it otherwise? He must be rich..."
Clark frowned, "Can we not talk about Batman?"
Lois kept on talking, "I mean why would you, Superman, go without a mask unless you didn't have anything to hide? It had made sense that you didn't use a secret identity. Although, I should have known something was up with all the lame excuses Clark, I mean you, would come up with all the time..."
He smiled and kissed her palm again and lifted her hand higher. Clark pushed up the sleeve of her flannel pjs and started to trail soft kisses down the inside her wrist.
"Clark, what are you doing?" Lois' body was reacting to the soft kisses, his fingers gently holding her arm and hand... Her breath quickened and she felt a blush cover her body. She felt very hot, all of a sudden, and her voice sounded huskier and more breathy than she'd intended. "You shouldn't do that, I'm supposed to be mad at you for being mean to me..."
"I'm sorry I did that to you, but I had to be sure."
Lois tried to sound sincerely angry still, but her breath was coming to her in gasps and she felt a bit lightheaded. She wasn't sure if she succeeded since her voice came out in a whisper, "That was a lousy thing to do..."
He replied softly, his voice husky, deep and more like Superman than she'd ever heard Clark sound like. "I'm trying to apologize..."
He pushed up her sleeve higher, the top was so big it was easy to do, and gently pressed soft kisses to the sensitive skin. She shivered when his fingers reached inside her sleeve and caressed her arm tenderly, lightly.
His tone was light and teasing, "Are you cold, Lois?"
She was completely at a loss of words, her power of speech stolen away by his soft and tender lovemaking. Gentle, like Clark, but decisive like she'd always imagined Superman would be and Clark never was. All she could do is make small sound of negation as her body began to give into the sensation. His hands abandoned her arm to hold her waist, his huge hands easily wrapping around, and he pulled her closer.
His inhumanly soft cheek brushed against hers as he gently pressed his lips into her hair. He whispered so softly into her ear that Lois barely registered what he'd said, "I'm so sorry, Lois... I never meant to hurt you... I just had to know..." He kissed her hair again as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her into his strong chest.
Without even realizing she'd done it at first, Lois pressed her body hard against his and ran her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping hard across his scalp. She didn't have to worry about hurting him and she'd scraped as hard as she had ever wanted to. Lois was rewarded with a low grumble of need as Clark started to nuzzle her neck. She pulled tight on his hair as he trailed kisses along her jaw line.
Her eyes closed in pleasure and she tilted her head back, giving him more of the tender skin on her neck to kiss, as her body twisted against his. Her body, strong and supple, moved with his, giving in completely to the pleasurable sensation.
Clark's body was so alive and hot and hard and so hers was on fire in response. She swam in the feelings his lips and hands and hard body and passion were enveloping her in. Her breath came in gasps and her heart pounded in her chest...
She wanted to taste him again. She adjusted and covered his mouth with hers, kissing hard and he held her closer, squeezing her harder than Clark ever had. As strong as she knew he was, he was only used enough strength to let her really feel the embrace, there was no pain. He was so gentle, yet so strong.
The profound strength protecting her, leashed in for her, even though he could crush armor plate like anyone else would ball up aluminum foil, made her feel even more special. She moaned, her desire taking over all and shorting out her ability to think. All she could do was feel, feel his fingers and mouth on her skin.
He lifted her up with one hand. He did it as easily as Lois would have lifted a Barbie as the other hand started to slowly unbutton her pajama top. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his fingers on his free hand slowly opened her top and his mouth moved down to her neck. She pressed into his lips, her body molding to his. She grasped his shoulders hard, hard enough to hurt her fingers, but Clark simply growled again with his desire.
His fingers slipped inside her top and his hand felt warm on the cool skin of her breast. His fingers teased her nipple as her body demanded more. She ground her hips against his as her breath came in gasps. She pressed her chest against his hand as he gently held her. He seemed to be moving, walking them into the darkness of the hallway, before she knew it he had pulled the covers off the bed and was laying her down. He pulled the bunny slippers off of her feet with a smirk.
It was completely dark and she reached over toward the candles on the nightstand. She wanted some light but all she could verbalize was, "Matches..."
Clark smiled and held her back. He whispered softly, "I'll take care of it..." He glanced at the nightstand and candlelight immediately lit the room in a warm glow, making Clark's beautiful eyes sparkle. He had lit all four candles on the nightstand instead of the usual one. She was perplexed by that, but she didn't voice it. He looked down at her and gently cupped her face in between his hands. She was overwhelmed by the look of love and pure adoration on his face. Clark had never exhibited such naked emotion toward her before...
She was moved and felt tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't believe this man was hers; couldn't believe that he loved her far more than she probably deserved. A tear trailed down her cheek and his face changed to one of concern.
"Are you okay, Lois?" A thought seemed to have occurred to him, an alarming one since his face paled and his eyes flew open wider. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She smiled through the happy tears, "No, Clark... No, you didn't hurt me." She pulled on him and he allowed it, covering her body with his. No need to use a hand for support, he floated above her and they kissed as the fingers from both of his hands finished unbuttoning her top. Her chest heaved with her desire and the overwhelming sensations as he gently pushed the top open and his lips trailed downward...
Lois felt a bit dizzy, but managed to wriggle out of the top as Clark hands pulled it off the rest of the way. His mouth covered one hardened nipple and his fingers teased the other. He sucked and teased her sensitive skin with his mouth and tongue and lips...
One hand moved down further, sliding down her side to her waist, where he pulled at the waist band of her pants. She lifted her hips and he drifted back toward the end of the bed as he pulled her pajama bottoms off. Clark slowly made his way back up her body, kissing and caressing the whole way, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thighs.
She reached down and held his head as his mouth kissed the junction of her hip and leg. His mouth tripped something in her body and she shuddered with pleasure and an increase in her desire. She pulled her legs up and apart as Clark moved his lips across to the soft flesh still covered by her underwear.
He glanced up at her with a smile as he fingered the elastic waist band of her panties, "You care about these, Red Hot Mamma?"
Made voiceless by her rising need and heaving chest, Lois could only shake her head in reply as she blushed even more than she had been before. He snapped the elastic easily and pulled the ruined panties from her body before he gently explored the soft folds of warm flesh with his lips and fingers. A pair of fingers pushed in as he licked and kissed and the soft curls that covered it.
Her world became nothing but sensation, the soft sounds of his lips on her skin and the sliding of his fingers in and out of her. The lightheaded feeling increased and she pressed her hips up against his lips and fingers as he pulled his hair harder than she'd meant to. A white hot fire radiated out from the center of her being and she cried out in her climax as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her and overcame her senses.
She collapsed as if boneless and he wiped his mouth on a towel that somehow was there. She smiled a tired smile at him as she smirked at him in his uniform. "You're shockingly overdressed..."
He smiled back and pushed back onto his knees and started to undress...
Lois sat up a bit, her interest piqued. She had always wondered how he got in and out of an apparently seamless one piece garment.
Clark reached into the neckline of his uniform and she heard a small sound, like a click, and he pulled that side of the cape free. He did the same procedure on the other side and was about to let the cape drop to the floor, but Lois reached forward and caught the edge.
He had a look of mild surprise on his face as she pulled the voluminous folds of red fabric to her chest and lay back down. Clark smiled at her as he tugged on the uniform at his waist, Lois was surprised it was actually two pieces, and pulled the top up over his head. Pulling the top off tousled his hair in a far more Clark-like look than he had with the carefully groomed spit curl. He unbuckled the belt and pushed the trunks and tights down in one swift motion, removing them and his boots all at once.
Suddenly he was naked and Lois' eyes were drawn to the evidence of his arousal, hard and weeping. She looked at him as he stood there for a moment and realized she'd never seen Clark so shamelessly nude before... She'd never seen him standing up so straight and proud before...
He had always hidden his body as much as he could even while they had a relatively active sex life. The bedroom had always been dark, the drapes always drawn to probably limit the city's light from showing too much detail; it had always been only one candle lit on Lois' nightstand instead of all four; they'd always made love under the covers instead of on top of them...
Lois realized that this was definitely a side of Clark she'd never seen before and it made her sad. Clark had to hide so much from everyone to keep the two sides of his lives apart. She felt bittersweet tears sting her eyes.
She smiled sadly up at him as he crawled into bed with her. He knelt on the bed in between her legs and smoothed the red fabric of his cape across her chest and stomach. The yellow chevron of his family crest covered her upper torso and she realized it was that which he was smoothing over her body, not the cape itself. The look he had on his face was indescribable, a mixture of desire and adoration with a tinge of sadness. He was the one with tears welling up in his eyes now...
When he finally spoke, his voice was husky and full of emotion. "You're so beautiful, Lois..." His hands smoothed the golden symbol across her stomach and tucked the red fabric of the cape in around her, making the chevron wrap around her body, clinging to her curves like an expensive and well-made gown. "I've always wanted to drape you in the sign of my house... Mark you as mine... I love you so much, Lois..."
His hands wandered up to her breasts as his body again covered hers. He kissed her with a hunger that she'd never felt from him before. His length was against her leg, impossibly hot and hard. Her passion was reignited by his, by the taste of herself that still lingered, and she pulled him closer, wanting his body as close to her as possible...
Clark's hands worked down and tugged on the cape that lay between them. He pulled it off of her, the slide of the silky fabric and the chill of the air sent chills down her body.
He pressed himself against her, further enflaming her need, and she pulled from the kiss, breathless and panting as her hips pushed up against his.
"Clark..."
He growled again, primal and masculine in a way she'd never seen Clark ever be before, and she was overwhelmed by him. She gasped as he pushed in, hard and yet tender... so gentle and patient. With each gentle, yet decisive, thrust, she met his movements with her own. They moved together, the world becoming only each other. His fingers, his hands, his lips, his skin, and his muscles all set her skin on fire.
As the tension built, her world narrowed even further... All she could perceive was Clark, the slide of his skin on hers, him moving with her, moving in her.... The release finally came and kept on coming as she cried out his name and shuddered under him, his body tensed along with hers as he found his release.
She lost awareness of where she was until she felt someone, Clark, gently cleaning her up with a warm, moist washcloth. He covered her with his cape, the silky texture of it luxuriant, and lay down next to her. She cuddled up to him and a thought occurred to her as he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer.
She opened her eyes and looked up at his strong profile, so elegant and noble. She was mystified why she'd never seen it, recognized Clark as Superman...
She snuggled closer to him and added sleepily, "You know, you're wrong, Clark..."
She could hear the confusion in his voice, although she couldn't see his face. "About what?"
"You're not Clark..."
"Who am I then? Superman?"
"No, not Superman either. You're both..." She sighed and gently caressed his broad chest, "You hide so much of your true self even when you're Clark. You can't be just him anymore than you are just Superman." Tears welled up in her eyes. "This is who you are, impossibly strong yet so gentle, so caring and yet passionate, proud yet humble, unsure yet so confident.... It's why it was so hard to choose. I love you both, but who you really are is both of you... Not Clark, but not Superman either." She kissed him and looked into his eyes. "I love you, both of you, all of you, Clark...."
Clark's green eyes brimmed with happy tears. He smiled and then kissed her. He pulled from the kiss reluctantly and spoke, his voice rough with emotion. "I love you so much, Lois..."
He pulled her into his chest and tenderly held her as he kissed the top of her head. She snuggled against him and listened to his heartbeat as his breathing slowed and evened out into sleep...
She slept finally, safe and loved, still draped in the red cape that had the sign of his house emblazoned on it; that marked her as his.
Title: Not Clark
Author: DM Wyatt
Pairing: Superman/Lois
Warnings: Adult, NC-17, future-fic
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lois is at home alone on a Saturday night and Superman makes an unexpected visit
Word Count: 9858
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"What?" She was shocked and scared. Lois tried to turn around again but his hands gently held her steady. "Why does he think that? Isn't he happy?"
"He is happy, Lois. He's happier with you than he's ever been his whole life, but he doesn't think he's enough for you."
"Why did he want you to talk about this to me?"
"He wanted to, he'd tried to, but didn't feel he really could without breaking his heart... He's seen how you react to me. He thought you were maybe going through a phase, but you've been dating for nearly a year and nothing has really changed…"
"Has it been that long?"
"Yes. It'll be a year next week…"
"Does Clark love me?"
"Yes, he does. He loves you much more than I think you realize, Lois."
"So, why is he willing to let me choose between the two of you?"
"Clark's not stupid, Lois. You don't need superpowers to see the change in you when you talk about Superman or see him."
Lois was annoyed. She hated when people talk about themselves in the third-person. "You're talking about yourself in the third person. I hate that. You mean 'me,' not him... "
There was a touch of anger to his voice. "Yes, me. I can see it. I can hear the increase in your heart rate, see the blush under your make-up whenever you lay eyes on me... However, you don't need superpowers to see it, Lois. Everyone can tell with just a glance, even Clark." His voice turned bitter and his grip on her shoulders tightened marginally, "It hurts him that you are dating him yet get more excited about Superman than you do about your own boyfriend… It hurts him that you aren't as happy with him as he is with you." His voice got softer, huskier, with the pain he was apparently feeling. "It's breaking his heart."
The pain in his voice was awful for Lois to hear. She closed her eyes against it, she didn't want to hurt either man. "I love Clark… I do, but...." Lois hesitated; unsure she was wiling to tell Superman, the man she'd desired since the moment he'd first saved her life, the truth about her failure as a girlfriend.
He whispered softly into her hair. "If you're going to decide between us, you need to finish that sentence."
"Well, I love him, but you make me feel things he doesn't…"
"So, where does that leave Clark? You love, but don't desire him?"
Lois was confused. Why was Superman, of all people, here asking her about her love life with Clark Kent, of all people? Why was it so uncomfortable that he was here to begin with?
Didn't she love, truly love, Clark? Didn't she desire him too? Wasn't their love life, such as it was, satisfactory, or was Superman right about Clark? Was she somehow not really in love with him?
"No, that's not it... I do desire Clark, but... but he is just Clark."
"Do you love me, Lois?"
"Yes, I do..."
"Do you love Clark?"
She was confused, but felt a bit insulted by the question. "Yes, of course... I wouldn't be dating him if I didn’t."
His voice dropped even lower and became even softer as she felt his breath in her hair. "Then I'm going to have to ask you something that will be very hard for you do. We..." He paused for moment, as if considering what he was going to say, "I need you to choose."
"Why? Why is it so important?"
"It's making life a lot harder...." He paused again, for the briefest of moments, "And I... I, uh... I mean we, need to know whom you're going to choose."
"If this is so important for you both, why isn't he here?"
Superman took a very long time before he answered that question. "Clark thought I should ask you the questions that needed to be asked. He wouldn't have been able to do it... His heart is too close to breaking."
Lois turned around, this time he let her, and looked into his eyes. His face was dark, covered by shadow, but she could see a slight red gleam inside his eyes.
"What about your heart? Is it also close to breaking?"
He didn't answer at first, his face betrayed his vulnerability and his blue eyes shined with what? Tears? It hurt to see him in pain...
"Lois, my heart isn't invulnerable... Sometimes, I wish it were, but.... But, I need to do what is right for Clark..."
"What about what's right for you?"
"That's not important..."
Lois was astounded, "What do you mean? Of course that's important... You should be selfish about what want out of life, you shouldn't always think of others first."
A series of emotions that Lois couldn't name passed over his face and then ended with something like sadness. "Clark's heart is more vulnerable than I allow mine to be; it's why I'm here to help him."
"You love me too, right?"
Superman just nodded sadly.
"What if I choose Clark? What will happen?"
A strange look of hope briefly passed across his face, which Lois was mystified by. When he spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically rough with emotion. "Does that mean you choose Clark?"
Lois was scared... She hadn't been prepared to decide about Clark tonight, decide what she thought, how she felt...
"I don't know... Why do I have to choose tonight? Why now? What if I can't choose?"
Superman sighed, "You have to because you're torturing Clark, Lois. He's slowly getting torn up inside... You can't keep him at arm's length and then gush about Superman. How do you think that makes him feel?" He came close to her, his form silhouetted by the flickering light of the TV.
Lois felt her eyes tear up and she turned away, not willing to look him in the eye. She had never thought how her seeming insatiable desire for details on Superman, learning his secrets, might be hurting Clark. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone..."
"I know you didn't..." He gently placed his hands on her shoulders and the heat that radiated off of him was solid and comforting, but when he replied his voice was whisper quiet yet husky with emotion. "Can you decide?"
Lois was confused what to do. "No... Yes... I don't know." She sighed, exasperated. "I do love Clark, but I love you too." He didn't reply and the silence was painful for Lois. She asked quietly, "But you didn't answer my question, what would happen if I choose Clark?"
He sighed and replied quietly, "You and I will still be friends, but I would have to pull back... You wouldn't see me as much."
"So, I would still see you?"
"Yes, I will never leave Metropolis. It's my home, but you will no doubt still need to be rescued from time to time. That will still be my job." She heard the smile in his voice, although she didn't look into his face. "You never fail to find yourself in trouble."
She hesitated to ask, but she had to know. "Okay, but what would happen if I chose you?"
He paused for a moment and then took a deep breath. "Well, things would be different, but there are some things that I could never tell you... Even for you, there would be some secrets I would not be able to reveal."
Lois wasn't sure what to think about that, she would have thought being with Superman would mean she would learn everything she ever wanted to know...
Okay, maybe not learning everything would be disappointing, but to spend more time with him, really get to know him... A little thrill went through her at the thought.
"If you choose me, life won't always be easy, Lois. It will be a huge burden for you to bear and there will always be danger. If anyone had a hint you were important to me, they might come after you. Danger might come from anywhere."
"You don't think that it's worth it to someone who loves you?"
"Do you love me, Lois?"
"Yes, of course I do…"
"Do you love me enough to give up Clark?"
"What?"
"If you choose me, Clark will leave Metropolis... You'd never see him again."
"Why? He loves Metropolis and working for the Planet is like his life... Why would he leave here? Why would he leave me? Where would he go?"
"The Gotham Gazette, New York Times and San Francisco Chronicle have all made offers..."
"Why would they? He's just... Smallville."
"They think he's wasting his time here in Metropolis, their recruiters have been eying him for a long time..."
"Wasting his time? That's nonsense. He's one of the best reporters in Metropolis..."
"But out of your shadow and working at another paper, he could very well be the best at any other paper, in any other city, and he knows it."
Lois was shocked and hurt, "Why does he stay? If this town is crimping his style so badly, maybe he should just go..."
"Don't you know why he stays?"
"I have no idea. I mean any reporter worth their salt would jump at the chance to be a star at the Times or the Chronicle, even the Gotham Gazette..."
"He stays because of you, Lois, and he would leave here for the same reason if you chose me instead of him."
Lois was shocked into silence. She didn't know what to say to that. Clark never showed her the passion Superman seems to think he has. Maybe his heart was far deeper than she had expected.
"Don't you see? It would be too painful for him to stay, Lois. It would hurt Clark to see you happy with Superman while he works with you everyday, reads the stories you write that put Superman in the headlines..."
Lois was distracted, but he was doing it again, "You're still talking about yourself in the third person..."
He sighed heavily, and his voice dropped and became so hushed she could barely hear it. "Does it really matter?" He gently placed his hand on her cheek, his fingers cupped gently behind her ear, and he gently turned her around to face him. "You would give up Clark and I could never tell you all of my secrets, but I could still offer you so much, Lois. Things no one else has seen..."
That sounded like a line, so she looked at him skeptically. "Like what? Take me to your place to see Kryptonian etchings?"
Superman smiled, "Have you ever made love on a remote island beach in the morning, had lunch in New York, took in a show on London's West End, and danced until dawn in Milan?"
"Well, yes... At least I've done some of that."
He smiled more broadly. "Have you done it all in the same day?" She could only shake her head in wonderment. She couldn't see his face, it was still covered in shadow, but the awe in his voice, the love, was overwhelming as he talked.
"I would love to see the starlight sparkle in your eyes as we float above the center of the South Pacific, far from any land or ships... I would love to see your skin tanned in the bright sunshine of the tropics; see a sprinkling of freckles across your nose as you smile up at me, your beautiful eyes crinkling at the corners... I want to swim with you in warm waters where no one else has ever swum before, see corals and fish no one else has ever seen... I want to take you into the sky and chase the sunset so it lasts hours instead of minutes... I want to share the beauty of the world with you, Lois... I would love to show you things no one else has ever seen. I've never been able to share, really share, my gifts with anyone like that. I want to share moments like those with you, Lois." He paused and his voice became hushed with the importance of the words. "I want to share my life with you..."
Lois was awed and humbled. She had no idea Superman, Kal, had felt that deeply about her. He had always seemed so remote. She loved him, truly did, but still she pulled away with a regretful shrug.
She twisted her hands together as she looked out of the window. "I don't know what to do... If I choose one, I lose the other yet I love you both. I don't want to lose either one of you..." Tears welled up in her eyes. "What you promise sounds beautiful and romantic, you sound like you'll make me the center of your world yet Clark already does that. He loves me and, although apparently I'm not too great at showing him, I do love him..."
Superman's voice was deep and resonant behind her. "But you said you love me too... Can you choose or will you insist that we go on like this? Will you continue tormenting Clark?"
"I don't want to torment Clark, I had no idea I was hurting him so badly... He never told me." She walked to the couch and sat down. Distracted, she spoke again quietly as she picked up the book from the coffee table. "I didn't notice his heart was breaking... How could I not notice how his heart was breaking?"
She turned the book over and looked at the cover and realized how much the pirate portrayed on the cover looked like Superman. Since Superman's first appearance, she noticed that there were far many more brawny, dark haired men gracing the covers of pulp romance novels and in magazine ads than before his appearance. A recent study had shown that was a fact. She wasn't the only one who admired him, it was clear, but was it true love or was it just a crush?
His love for her seemed far more profound than she would have thought, but was that enough for both of them? What if her love didn't match up?
Could she give up seeing Clark entirely to live her dream of being in a relationship with Superman? Would he be as wonderful a lover as she had hoped, as she had dreamed about? When she thought about it, and she had to be honest, she didn't really know him at all.
She knew what he could do and all the lives he'd saved, often at the risk of his own, but was that enough to base a life-long commitment on? Where would they live? What would they talk about?
What about Clark? She knew him so well, he was like the soft flannel pajamas he'd given her that she loved so much: warm and comfortable and safe. Maybe he wasn't as exciting as Superman, he tended to be clumsy and sometimes stuttered when he was unsure, but she knew Clark; she could talk to him.
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as she thought of never seeing him again, never hearing his voice, never getting his advice on a story, never having him correct her spelling. She put down the book and picked up the small framed photo of Clark that Martha had given her. She had said that she knew Clark would never have thought of it, but she loved it. It was from his first day on the job at the Planet.
Mrs. Kent had come to Metropolis to help him celebrate the position; celebrate him getting his dream job. The photo was of him holding his official Daily Planet name plate as he pointed at the word "reporter" under his name and smiled one of the dorkiest smiles she'd ever seen. Lois was in the background and she had smiled indulgently at the newbie's joy... She remembered how eager he was when he first started. It seemed like he had changed so much from when she'd known him back in Smallville, she had barely recognized him at all as the same farm boy she had known years before. And it was more than just the glasses, despite what Chloe had ever said about it.
Her fingers affectionately traced the outline of his smile as she thought of the first time they kissed. It had been on their first date and Clark had been so nervous, he stammered and couldn't seem to keep control of his feet. He even tripped several times as they walked down the street to the restaurant. The kiss later had been sweet, but hesitant...
She smiled at the memory and placed the picture back down on the end table. She walked over the small bookcase by the sliding glass window. There was a small array of photos on top of it. They were ones that Jimmy had taken of Clark and Lois while they were on assignments together. She always tried to look so serious, but Clark was such an adorable dork, his glasses always slipping down his nose and his tie always loose, and in each photo he wore a big happy grin. He was so happy doing his job, and Clark always wore a suit and tie, the other reporters didn't... many of them wore khakis and polo shirts, every day dress-down Friday to them, but not Clark.
When she'd asked, he'd told her that his parents had taught him to always dress up for the job. Make every day as if it were the first day and dress to impress. Not that he ever really did impress anyone, aside from Lois. His suits were off-the-rack and rumpled and always too big for him so most people thought he was a bit of a buffoon, but not Lois. The thought behind it was just so endearing.
He was just so adorable and she realized that her heart would break if she never got to see him again. She loved him so much. Fresh tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of never seeing him again. She couldn't look at him, but just replied quietly as a tear trailed down her cheek. "I love you, but if being with you means never seeing Clark again, I'm going to have to choose Clark. I love him too much."
For some reason Lois couldn't figure out, Superman sounded happy. "You pick Clark?"
She scowled at him and wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. "I don't know why you're so happy about it... I thought you said you loved me."
He cleared his throat and tried to not smile, but Lois wasn't fooled. He was happy about Lois choosing Clark. "I do love you, but I'm... uhm... I'm just happy for Clark."
She was perplexed. "That sounds like the same sort of lame excuse that Clark would use... Is he rubbing off on you? I never heard you use a stupid explanation like that before."
For some reason that made him even happier. He smiled broadly. "I'm just happy..." He lightly floated into the air and drifted towards the window. He was so happy he almost glowed. "I'll see you later, Lois..."
She looked regretfully at him and sighed.
He dropped softly back to the floor and crossed over to where she stood. He looked worried. "Do you regret your choice already?"
She shook her head sadly and shrugged as she wiped her eyes again. She replied softly with a slight smile, "No, but it means I'll never know how you kiss." She smirked at him, "I was always curious."
He stepped in front of her and pulled her into his arms. "Let me take care of that for you..." He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She pulled back, fighting against her impulse to just let him.
"Hey!" She turned her head away from the kiss, "I think we established the fact that you're not Clark..."
"Yes, you did, but I want to kiss you as Superman at least once..."
She looked at him in confusion, unintentionally getting her mouth closer to his lips.
"What do you mean, 'kiss me as Super-'" but he interrupted her with a kiss. He didn't so much as kiss her as attack her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, and she resisted at first, but then she gave in and melted into his body. The kiss was like none she'd ever experienced...
Hot, searching, and it set her body on fire with a burning need. She craved his mouth, his hands, his chest pressed against hers... It was intoxicating and then, perhaps oddly, the kiss changed. It became softer and his tongue caressed hers, and it seemed somehow familiar. She couldn't figure out why at first...
Then she did...
She pulled from the kiss and hit him as hard as she could. The slap hurt her hand, bad.
Superman was confused... "What'd you do that for?"
"Bastard!"
He frowned and looked at her cradling her bruised hand in the other, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay. Do you think this is some kind of game?" She walked away from him, angrier with him than she had ever been before. "Couldn't you think of some better way to tell me than breaking my heart and then kissing me?" She put an extra bitter, angry emphasis on the name, "Clark, I know what you taste like!"
She shook her hand to try and get it to stop tingling. "I can't believe you didn't tell me..." She shook her head. "I can't believe I didn't figure it out..."
Superman (Or should she say Clark?), came around to face her. "I'm sorry I did that to you, Lois, but I had to know you if you loved Clark more than Superman..."
"You're both the same guy. What difference would it make?"
His voice sounded sad, "It makes a lot of difference, Lois. A lot..." She looked up into his eyes, his green Clark Kent eyes.
Why are Clark's eyes green, but Superman's are blue?
He looked sympathetically at her hand and held it gently. He spoke quietly. "Clark Kent is who I am, Superman is what I can do..." He lifted her hand and gently kissed her reddened palm.
"You're still talking about yourself in the third person...."
He smiled a faint and sad smile, "I know. It comes with having a secret identity..."
"I never even thought that Superman had a secret identity." She wagged a finger at him from her free hand. "I'll have you know that is the only reason why the glasses and the baggy suits fooled me... No one thinks you have a secret identity. We even talked about it when Superman first showed up and we wondered if you were like Batman. However, I figured that man wears the cowl because he has to have a secret identity. All those gadgets he uses would cost millions, how could he afford it otherwise? He must be rich..."
Clark frowned, "Can we not talk about Batman?"
Lois kept on talking, "I mean why would you, Superman, go without a mask unless you didn't have anything to hide? It had made sense that you didn't use a secret identity. Although, I should have known something was up with all the lame excuses Clark, I mean you, would come up with all the time..."
He smiled and kissed her palm again and lifted her hand higher. Clark pushed up the sleeve of her flannel pjs and started to trail soft kisses down the inside her wrist.
"Clark, what are you doing?" Lois' body was reacting to the soft kisses, his fingers gently holding her arm and hand... Her breath quickened and she felt a blush cover her body. She felt very hot, all of a sudden, and her voice sounded huskier and more breathy than she'd intended. "You shouldn't do that, I'm supposed to be mad at you for being mean to me..."
"I'm sorry I did that to you, but I had to be sure."
Lois tried to sound sincerely angry still, but her breath was coming to her in gasps and she felt a bit lightheaded. She wasn't sure if she succeeded since her voice came out in a whisper, "That was a lousy thing to do..."
He replied softly, his voice husky, deep and more like Superman than she'd ever heard Clark sound like. "I'm trying to apologize..."
He pushed up her sleeve higher, the top was so big it was easy to do, and gently pressed soft kisses to the sensitive skin. She shivered when his fingers reached inside her sleeve and caressed her arm tenderly, lightly.
His tone was light and teasing, "Are you cold, Lois?"
She was completely at a loss of words, her power of speech stolen away by his soft and tender lovemaking. Gentle, like Clark, but decisive like she'd always imagined Superman would be and Clark never was. All she could do is make small sound of negation as her body began to give into the sensation. His hands abandoned her arm to hold her waist, his huge hands easily wrapping around, and he pulled her closer.
His inhumanly soft cheek brushed against hers as he gently pressed his lips into her hair. He whispered so softly into her ear that Lois barely registered what he'd said, "I'm so sorry, Lois... I never meant to hurt you... I just had to know..." He kissed her hair again as his arms wrapped around her and pulled her into his strong chest.
Without even realizing she'd done it at first, Lois pressed her body hard against his and ran her fingers through his hair, her nails scraping hard across his scalp. She didn't have to worry about hurting him and she'd scraped as hard as she had ever wanted to. Lois was rewarded with a low grumble of need as Clark started to nuzzle her neck. She pulled tight on his hair as he trailed kisses along her jaw line.
Her eyes closed in pleasure and she tilted her head back, giving him more of the tender skin on her neck to kiss, as her body twisted against his. Her body, strong and supple, moved with his, giving in completely to the pleasurable sensation.
Clark's body was so alive and hot and hard and so hers was on fire in response. She swam in the feelings his lips and hands and hard body and passion were enveloping her in. Her breath came in gasps and her heart pounded in her chest...
She wanted to taste him again. She adjusted and covered his mouth with hers, kissing hard and he held her closer, squeezing her harder than Clark ever had. As strong as she knew he was, he was only used enough strength to let her really feel the embrace, there was no pain. He was so gentle, yet so strong.
The profound strength protecting her, leashed in for her, even though he could crush armor plate like anyone else would ball up aluminum foil, made her feel even more special. She moaned, her desire taking over all and shorting out her ability to think. All she could do was feel, feel his fingers and mouth on her skin.
He lifted her up with one hand. He did it as easily as Lois would have lifted a Barbie as the other hand started to slowly unbutton her pajama top. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his fingers on his free hand slowly opened her top and his mouth moved down to her neck. She pressed into his lips, her body molding to his. She grasped his shoulders hard, hard enough to hurt her fingers, but Clark simply growled again with his desire.
His fingers slipped inside her top and his hand felt warm on the cool skin of her breast. His fingers teased her nipple as her body demanded more. She ground her hips against his as her breath came in gasps. She pressed her chest against his hand as he gently held her. He seemed to be moving, walking them into the darkness of the hallway, before she knew it he had pulled the covers off the bed and was laying her down. He pulled the bunny slippers off of her feet with a smirk.
It was completely dark and she reached over toward the candles on the nightstand. She wanted some light but all she could verbalize was, "Matches..."
Clark smiled and held her back. He whispered softly, "I'll take care of it..." He glanced at the nightstand and candlelight immediately lit the room in a warm glow, making Clark's beautiful eyes sparkle. He had lit all four candles on the nightstand instead of the usual one. She was perplexed by that, but she didn't voice it. He looked down at her and gently cupped her face in between his hands. She was overwhelmed by the look of love and pure adoration on his face. Clark had never exhibited such naked emotion toward her before...
She was moved and felt tears well up in her eyes. She couldn't believe this man was hers; couldn't believe that he loved her far more than she probably deserved. A tear trailed down her cheek and his face changed to one of concern.
"Are you okay, Lois?" A thought seemed to have occurred to him, an alarming one since his face paled and his eyes flew open wider. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
She smiled through the happy tears, "No, Clark... No, you didn't hurt me." She pulled on him and he allowed it, covering her body with his. No need to use a hand for support, he floated above her and they kissed as the fingers from both of his hands finished unbuttoning her top. Her chest heaved with her desire and the overwhelming sensations as he gently pushed the top open and his lips trailed downward...
Lois felt a bit dizzy, but managed to wriggle out of the top as Clark hands pulled it off the rest of the way. His mouth covered one hardened nipple and his fingers teased the other. He sucked and teased her sensitive skin with his mouth and tongue and lips...
One hand moved down further, sliding down her side to her waist, where he pulled at the waist band of her pants. She lifted her hips and he drifted back toward the end of the bed as he pulled her pajama bottoms off. Clark slowly made his way back up her body, kissing and caressing the whole way, his fingers trailing up the inside of her thighs.
She reached down and held his head as his mouth kissed the junction of her hip and leg. His mouth tripped something in her body and she shuddered with pleasure and an increase in her desire. She pulled her legs up and apart as Clark moved his lips across to the soft flesh still covered by her underwear.
He glanced up at her with a smile as he fingered the elastic waist band of her panties, "You care about these, Red Hot Mamma?"
Made voiceless by her rising need and heaving chest, Lois could only shake her head in reply as she blushed even more than she had been before. He snapped the elastic easily and pulled the ruined panties from her body before he gently explored the soft folds of warm flesh with his lips and fingers. A pair of fingers pushed in as he licked and kissed and the soft curls that covered it.
Her world became nothing but sensation, the soft sounds of his lips on her skin and the sliding of his fingers in and out of her. The lightheaded feeling increased and she pressed her hips up against his lips and fingers as he pulled his hair harder than she'd meant to. A white hot fire radiated out from the center of her being and she cried out in her climax as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her and overcame her senses.
She collapsed as if boneless and he wiped his mouth on a towel that somehow was there. She smiled a tired smile at him as she smirked at him in his uniform. "You're shockingly overdressed..."
He smiled back and pushed back onto his knees and started to undress...
Lois sat up a bit, her interest piqued. She had always wondered how he got in and out of an apparently seamless one piece garment.
Clark reached into the neckline of his uniform and she heard a small sound, like a click, and he pulled that side of the cape free. He did the same procedure on the other side and was about to let the cape drop to the floor, but Lois reached forward and caught the edge.
He had a look of mild surprise on his face as she pulled the voluminous folds of red fabric to her chest and lay back down. Clark smiled at her as he tugged on the uniform at his waist, Lois was surprised it was actually two pieces, and pulled the top up over his head. Pulling the top off tousled his hair in a far more Clark-like look than he had with the carefully groomed spit curl. He unbuckled the belt and pushed the trunks and tights down in one swift motion, removing them and his boots all at once.
Suddenly he was naked and Lois' eyes were drawn to the evidence of his arousal, hard and weeping. She looked at him as he stood there for a moment and realized she'd never seen Clark so shamelessly nude before... She'd never seen him standing up so straight and proud before...
He had always hidden his body as much as he could even while they had a relatively active sex life. The bedroom had always been dark, the drapes always drawn to probably limit the city's light from showing too much detail; it had always been only one candle lit on Lois' nightstand instead of all four; they'd always made love under the covers instead of on top of them...
Lois realized that this was definitely a side of Clark she'd never seen before and it made her sad. Clark had to hide so much from everyone to keep the two sides of his lives apart. She felt bittersweet tears sting her eyes.
She smiled sadly up at him as he crawled into bed with her. He knelt on the bed in between her legs and smoothed the red fabric of his cape across her chest and stomach. The yellow chevron of his family crest covered her upper torso and she realized it was that which he was smoothing over her body, not the cape itself. The look he had on his face was indescribable, a mixture of desire and adoration with a tinge of sadness. He was the one with tears welling up in his eyes now...
When he finally spoke, his voice was husky and full of emotion. "You're so beautiful, Lois..." His hands smoothed the golden symbol across her stomach and tucked the red fabric of the cape in around her, making the chevron wrap around her body, clinging to her curves like an expensive and well-made gown. "I've always wanted to drape you in the sign of my house... Mark you as mine... I love you so much, Lois..."
His hands wandered up to her breasts as his body again covered hers. He kissed her with a hunger that she'd never felt from him before. His length was against her leg, impossibly hot and hard. Her passion was reignited by his, by the taste of herself that still lingered, and she pulled him closer, wanting his body as close to her as possible...
Clark's hands worked down and tugged on the cape that lay between them. He pulled it off of her, the slide of the silky fabric and the chill of the air sent chills down her body.
He pressed himself against her, further enflaming her need, and she pulled from the kiss, breathless and panting as her hips pushed up against his.
"Clark..."
He growled again, primal and masculine in a way she'd never seen Clark ever be before, and she was overwhelmed by him. She gasped as he pushed in, hard and yet tender... so gentle and patient. With each gentle, yet decisive, thrust, she met his movements with her own. They moved together, the world becoming only each other. His fingers, his hands, his lips, his skin, and his muscles all set her skin on fire.
As the tension built, her world narrowed even further... All she could perceive was Clark, the slide of his skin on hers, him moving with her, moving in her.... The release finally came and kept on coming as she cried out his name and shuddered under him, his body tensed along with hers as he found his release.
She lost awareness of where she was until she felt someone, Clark, gently cleaning her up with a warm, moist washcloth. He covered her with his cape, the silky texture of it luxuriant, and lay down next to her. She cuddled up to him and a thought occurred to her as he wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her closer.
She opened her eyes and looked up at his strong profile, so elegant and noble. She was mystified why she'd never seen it, recognized Clark as Superman...
She snuggled closer to him and added sleepily, "You know, you're wrong, Clark..."
She could hear the confusion in his voice, although she couldn't see his face. "About what?"
"You're not Clark..."
"Who am I then? Superman?"
"No, not Superman either. You're both..." She sighed and gently caressed his broad chest, "You hide so much of your true self even when you're Clark. You can't be just him anymore than you are just Superman." Tears welled up in her eyes. "This is who you are, impossibly strong yet so gentle, so caring and yet passionate, proud yet humble, unsure yet so confident.... It's why it was so hard to choose. I love you both, but who you really are is both of you... Not Clark, but not Superman either." She kissed him and looked into his eyes. "I love you, both of you, all of you, Clark...."
Clark's green eyes brimmed with happy tears. He smiled and then kissed her. He pulled from the kiss reluctantly and spoke, his voice rough with emotion. "I love you so much, Lois..."
He pulled her into his chest and tenderly held her as he kissed the top of her head. She snuggled against him and listened to his heartbeat as his breathing slowed and evened out into sleep...
She slept finally, safe and loved, still draped in the red cape that had the sign of his house emblazoned on it; that marked her as his.