To be titled later. With solarsteel.

[dp_lois]

Lois Lane hated feeling uncertain about anything. Even if it was over misplaced car keys, which was what she was currently trying to find in her Talon apartment. "Oh come on. There's only so many places they could be," she muttered, pulling up the sofa cushions and checking beneath them

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[solarsteel]

He followed obediently, grateful for the support, and the feel of her curves against him. Once Clark knew he was in front of his target, his eyelids opened to allow twin streams of fire to shoot from his eyes and into the fireplace itself, incinerating whatever had been left over from the last time anyone had used it.

The heat vision shut off about ten seconds later, dropping Clark to his knees in relief. "Oh, god."

[dp_lois]

Worried, she knelt beside him, keeping a hand on his back. "Does that hurt?" She had known about his heat vision, but she'd never seen him use it.

[solarsteel]

He turned bright red. "No-no. Ah, it was originally tied to my sex-drive. Almost burned down our sex ed classroom the day it developed."

There was very little chance Chloe wouldn't have told Lois about it, but hopefully she wouldn't put two and two together.

"It only does that when I really lose control."

[dp_lois]

"Oh." A small, possibly smug smile touched her lips. "That's interesting." She kissed his shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him.

[solarsteel]

His reaction was as swift and rough as it had been on the bed. He rolled them over, away from the table to avoid injuries, and cradled the back of her head in one hand, also to avoid slamming it against the ground, the other bracing himself against the floor.

His thrusts were hard and fast now, the mild-mannered farmboy completely consumed by his alien self, mouth claiming hers with a nearly brutal intensity. This was the other side of him, the one that red k and brainwashing brought out -- although the harsh severity was tempered by the soft look in his eyes.

"Every-- everything I am is yours." It wasn't so much of a growl this time as a heated promise.

[dp_lois]

Lois cried out, winding her legs around him tightly, forcing him deeper inside of her, grateful for the hand beneath her head because the sensation would have made her slam it back hard against the wooden floor. She kissed him back breathlessly, arching into him, the thrill of seeing this other side, this part that she was less familiar with, was overwhelming.

Coupled with the words he spoke, she shuddered hard, a hand trailing up his back. "Me too," she whispered, clutching a hand in his hair.

[solarsteel]

Her noises drove him to the breaking point, and past it, simply because Lois, this gorgeous, sassy, big-hearted, trouble-making human, made them because he was able to give her pleasure. It was like nothing he'd experienced, drowning in so much sensation that Clark couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

This time, the orgasm slammed into him without warning, picking up his perceptions of time and space only to scramble them into a confusing, aching mass of emotion and strand him in the middle of it.

He clung to Lois, shouting her name over and over, hips thrusting forward and tensing as he emptied himself into her.

[dp_lois]

Lois' heart was beating heavily against her chest as she clung back to him just as tightly. She shuddered beneath him as he slammed into her once more, crying out his name as her own orgasm hit, her inner walls tightening around him.

Knowing she had done this to him, that she had affected him this way was overwhelming. She felt him spill himself inside of her and a soft whimper escaped her as she laid her head back against his hand, panting for breath as she looked up at him, her eyes glassy.