Smallville Fic: The Story of Us #8 - Not What He Seems
Title: Not What He Seems
Author: emerald_night
Claim: Smallville - Lois and Clark
Table: Buffet #1
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #5 / Look beyond
Word Count: 1934
Spoilers: Spoilers through 10x10 - Luthor
Summary: Lois wakes up with Clark. At least she thinks she does.
A/N: Written for the fc_smorgasbord challenge.
She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of waking up to the feel of those warm, strong arms around her.
Blinking her eyes a few times, adjusting to the annoyingly bright early morning sunlight that streamed into the room, Lois stroked his forearm gently, snuggling closer to him.
No. She would never get tired of this.
She turned in his arms, slowly, not wanting to wake him. He’d still been out on patrol when she’d finally torn herself away from her laptop and gone to bed. He’d still been gone when she woke for a water run at around 4:15, so it had been a late night for him. And while he didn’t need as much sleep as everyone else, she still wanted to give him a few extra minutes before they had to face the day.
Brushing back the hair that had fallen softly over his forehead, she bit her lip. It just wasn’t normal that the man was as beautiful as he was, even in sleep.
The few minutes she’d planned on giving him turned into about one now that she’d faced him. Leaning into him, she brushed her lips gently against his. She giggled softly when she felt his arms tighten around her, a sigh escaping his lips.
Running a finger across his lips, she smiled as they pursed slightly, as if to kiss her fingertip. She moved in, taking his top lip between her own, sucking softly. Within seconds, she felt him respond, his fingers curling against her back, pressing her close to him.
She pulled back, watching as he lazily opened his eyes.
“Good morning.”
His eyes opened wider as he took her in, staring at her. A few moments later, he reached up, the back of his hand gently stroking her cheek.
“Lois?”
She quirked an eyebrow.
“You were expecting someone else?” she asked in an amused tone.
He blinked a few times.
“Wow, rough night Clark?”
He just looked at her, confusion apparent in his eyes. It seemed to melt away, though, as his gaze drifted over her face, replaced with another emotion entirely.
One that involved his hand creeping under the bottom of her tank top.
“And, there we go. The fog has lifted and we can now resume our regularly scheduled wake up call,” she said with a grin, her own hands drifting up to his shoulders. He licked his lips, his free hand shoving the blanket covering them back slightly, his gaze flicking down to the top edge of her tank top, his fingers following soon after, tracing teasingly along her skin.
“Regularly scheduled, huh?” he asked, almost distractedly.
She narrowed her eyes for a moment, the comment catching her off guard a bit. Before she had time to think too deeply on it, however, she felt his lips against her neck and all attempts at rational thought faded into oblivion.
Tilting her head back, she tangled her hand in his soft, black hair.
“Damn, I’ve missed you, Lois,” he whispered hotly before gently capturing her lobe in his teeth, tugging softly.
She opened her eyes at that, swallowing thickly at the sensation - he knew she loved when he did that - attempting to navigate her way through the haze of desire that had overtaken her.
She placed her hands on his face, lifting it slightly so he was looking at her.
“You just saw me last night,” she said, her thumb stroking his cheek. “You know, the movie night that ended up having absolutely nothing to do with watching any movies? It’s not like you’re deprived, Smallville,” she finished, a small smile playing on her lips.
His eyes wandered to her lips.
“Right,” he said absently. “Last night.”
Her heart picked up speed at that, only not from the seductiveness of his voice or the way his eyes drank her in as if he were a starving man presented with a Thanksgiving feast.
Something was…off.
She opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced by a finger pressed to her lips.
“I guess I just can’t get enough of you, Miss Lane,” he said, his voice laced with the promise of seduction as he ducked his head, pressing his lips insistently to hers.
Clark traced his tongue along her bottom lip, and her eyes fluttered shut as she groaned softly, opening up to him. His long fingers grasped her waist tightly, his weight pushing her back deep into her pillow.
She met him kiss for kiss, it registering deep in her mind that something was…different.
Clark was a passionate man; she’d learned that over the course of their relationship. His kisses, they were practically drugging in their effect on her. Deep, tender, full of all of the passion and control he kept so tightly reined in the rest of his waking hours.
But the way he was kissing her now?
Hard.
Almost bruising. With even a hint of desperation.
She heard a deep moan escape him as he continued his assault on her lips. Heard a tear as he apparently began to get frustrated at the cloth barrier that still lay between them.
Her hands flew up to his chest, pushing back.
No dice. He was the strongest man in the world after all.
She pushed harder, managing to mumble “Clark” and turn her head to the side slightly. That seemed to get his attention as he pulled back.
“What?” he asked, his breathing heavy.
She searched his face. His eyes.
Nothing different. The face that looked back at her, eyes lit with desire, was of the man she loved more than she could imagine ever loving anyone.
“Lois? As gorgeous as you are, I’d much rather being doing than looking,” he said, a cocky grin tugging at his lips as he leaned down, intent on kissing her senseless again.
To no avail, as Lois braced her hands between them, keeping him back.
A whispered voice was nagging at her, pleading with her to look beyond the face, the voice she knew so well.
To look deeper.
And suddenly it hit her.
Kryptonite. He’d told her about the rainbow of colors and how they each affected him.
She’d never actually experienced it before, that she personally remembered anyway, but if she had to guess, she’d chalk this behavior up to the red version.
He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, a flash of impatience in his eyes.
“Did …anything happen last night?”
“No,” he answered, moving back slightly and then lowering his head, planting kisses along the edge of her top.
“I’m serious, Clark,” she said, gently stroking his hair, not wanting to set him off since from what she’d been told, Clark on red kryptonite had a very short temper. “Any encounters with anything, well, red?”
“Red?” he mumbled, moving his attention to her neck, nipping at her skin lightly. “Can’t say that I did. But I always did love you in red.”
Despite the fact that she thought her heart was about to rip through her chest, she managed to pull off a slightly breathless giggle, playing along the best she could while she figured out what the hell was going on with him.
Lois tugged on his hair lightly, getting his attention. She pulled his head down to hers, hearing him moan his approval as their lips collided again. She pushed forward, managing to flip them over. Pulling back from the kiss, she sat up, running light fingertips down his chest.
“Red, huh? You and your primary colors,” she said, hoping like hell her voice was coming out more relaxed than she was actually feeling.
His hands moved to her thighs, squeezing slightly. “Don’t you remember the last time you wore red for me?” he asked, his tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes roamed hungrily over her. “That red baby doll nightie? I think it lasted two minutes before it was in shreds on my bedroom floor,” he said, sitting up and moving his hands to start lifting off her tank top.
Her breathing picked up, barely feeling the kisses he pressed along her jaw.
A wave of nausea swept through her.
This isn’t Clark…
The words screamed repeatedly in her mind.
Rationally, well, as rationally as she could think at the moment, she knew it was a crazy thought. It looked like Clark. It sounded like Clark. It smelled like Clark. He answered to Clark. He clearly knew her. Well.
It was impossible.
And yet, she’d lived in Smallville long enough to know that the impossible was, well, possible.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, as a new wave of anxiety flooded her.
If this wasn’t Clark, where was he?
Lois exhaled sharply, feeling his lips moving down her now bare chest, not realizing he’d torn off her top at some point during her shocked musings.
“Um, Cl.. Clark?” she managed to choke out, pushing against his chest. “I’m sorry, I just remembered…I have to meet with a source this morning.”
She felt his arms press her to him before he effortlessly flipped her onto her back, effectively trapping her beneath him.
“Cancel,” he ordered, grabbing one hand and holding it above her head, intertwining their fingers.
“I can’t.”
He bowed his head, nuzzling her ear.
“I’m not letting you go again,” she heard him whisper.
She blinked quickly, bewildered by the comment. Recovering, she turned her face toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I’ll make it up to you,” she said softly, praying she sounded seductive enough to entice him to let her go for now with the promise of later. “Maybe I’ll even hunt down a new red baby doll for you, okay?”
He rolled onto his back, clearly frustrated. Rubbing his eyes roughly, his hands fell to his sides.
Then suddenly he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed around the room, his eyes moving from object to object, taking them in.
As if he’d never seen them before.
She watched him closely, plastering a smile on her face when he turned to look at her.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. You go do what you gotta do.”
Lois simply nodded, hopping out of the bed quickly and snatching up one of Clark’s flannels draped on the back of the chair and quickly putting it on. Opening the bottom dresser drawer, a pair of jeans were flung over her arm. She snatched her phone off the nightstand and walked toward the door. As she got to the foot of the bed, she felt his large hand wrap around her wrist.
“But,” he said, turning her toward him, his other hand tangling in her hair, “I’m holding you to your promise.”
And planted a hard kiss against her lips, his teeth tugging slightly at her bottom lip as he pulled away.
She managed a weak smile. “Right,” she said, hoping he took the breathlessness in her voice for desire and not the panic that escalating inside her. “Later.”
Lois pulled her arm from his grasp and quickly left the room. She raced downstairs, stopping at the bottom to pull on her jeans. Grabbing her keys, she dialed Clark’s cell phone, her stomach dropping when the mechanical voice of an operator told her that the number she had dialed was no longer in service.
She slid into the front seat of her car, quickly typing out two texts - one to Oliver and one to Tess, before slipping her keys into the ignition to head for Watchtower.
Emergency. Need to talk to you ASAP.
Author: emerald_night
Claim: Smallville - Lois and Clark
Table: Buffet #1
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: #5 / Look beyond
Word Count: 1934
Spoilers: Spoilers through 10x10 - Luthor
Summary: Lois wakes up with Clark. At least she thinks she does.
A/N: Written for the fc_smorgasbord challenge.
She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of waking up to the feel of those warm, strong arms around her.
Blinking her eyes a few times, adjusting to the annoyingly bright early morning sunlight that streamed into the room, Lois stroked his forearm gently, snuggling closer to him.
No. She would never get tired of this.
She turned in his arms, slowly, not wanting to wake him. He’d still been out on patrol when she’d finally torn herself away from her laptop and gone to bed. He’d still been gone when she woke for a water run at around 4:15, so it had been a late night for him. And while he didn’t need as much sleep as everyone else, she still wanted to give him a few extra minutes before they had to face the day.
Brushing back the hair that had fallen softly over his forehead, she bit her lip. It just wasn’t normal that the man was as beautiful as he was, even in sleep.
The few minutes she’d planned on giving him turned into about one now that she’d faced him. Leaning into him, she brushed her lips gently against his. She giggled softly when she felt his arms tighten around her, a sigh escaping his lips.
Running a finger across his lips, she smiled as they pursed slightly, as if to kiss her fingertip. She moved in, taking his top lip between her own, sucking softly. Within seconds, she felt him respond, his fingers curling against her back, pressing her close to him.
She pulled back, watching as he lazily opened his eyes.
“Good morning.”
His eyes opened wider as he took her in, staring at her. A few moments later, he reached up, the back of his hand gently stroking her cheek.
“Lois?”
She quirked an eyebrow.
“You were expecting someone else?” she asked in an amused tone.
He blinked a few times.
“Wow, rough night Clark?”
He just looked at her, confusion apparent in his eyes. It seemed to melt away, though, as his gaze drifted over her face, replaced with another emotion entirely.
One that involved his hand creeping under the bottom of her tank top.
“And, there we go. The fog has lifted and we can now resume our regularly scheduled wake up call,” she said with a grin, her own hands drifting up to his shoulders. He licked his lips, his free hand shoving the blanket covering them back slightly, his gaze flicking down to the top edge of her tank top, his fingers following soon after, tracing teasingly along her skin.
“Regularly scheduled, huh?” he asked, almost distractedly.
She narrowed her eyes for a moment, the comment catching her off guard a bit. Before she had time to think too deeply on it, however, she felt his lips against her neck and all attempts at rational thought faded into oblivion.
Tilting her head back, she tangled her hand in his soft, black hair.
“Damn, I’ve missed you, Lois,” he whispered hotly before gently capturing her lobe in his teeth, tugging softly.
She opened her eyes at that, swallowing thickly at the sensation - he knew she loved when he did that - attempting to navigate her way through the haze of desire that had overtaken her.
She placed her hands on his face, lifting it slightly so he was looking at her.
“You just saw me last night,” she said, her thumb stroking his cheek. “You know, the movie night that ended up having absolutely nothing to do with watching any movies? It’s not like you’re deprived, Smallville,” she finished, a small smile playing on her lips.
His eyes wandered to her lips.
“Right,” he said absently. “Last night.”
Her heart picked up speed at that, only not from the seductiveness of his voice or the way his eyes drank her in as if he were a starving man presented with a Thanksgiving feast.
Something was…off.
She opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced by a finger pressed to her lips.
“I guess I just can’t get enough of you, Miss Lane,” he said, his voice laced with the promise of seduction as he ducked his head, pressing his lips insistently to hers.
Clark traced his tongue along her bottom lip, and her eyes fluttered shut as she groaned softly, opening up to him. His long fingers grasped her waist tightly, his weight pushing her back deep into her pillow.
She met him kiss for kiss, it registering deep in her mind that something was…different.
Clark was a passionate man; she’d learned that over the course of their relationship. His kisses, they were practically drugging in their effect on her. Deep, tender, full of all of the passion and control he kept so tightly reined in the rest of his waking hours.
But the way he was kissing her now?
Hard.
Almost bruising. With even a hint of desperation.
She heard a deep moan escape him as he continued his assault on her lips. Heard a tear as he apparently began to get frustrated at the cloth barrier that still lay between them.
Her hands flew up to his chest, pushing back.
No dice. He was the strongest man in the world after all.
She pushed harder, managing to mumble “Clark” and turn her head to the side slightly. That seemed to get his attention as he pulled back.
“What?” he asked, his breathing heavy.
She searched his face. His eyes.
Nothing different. The face that looked back at her, eyes lit with desire, was of the man she loved more than she could imagine ever loving anyone.
“Lois? As gorgeous as you are, I’d much rather being doing than looking,” he said, a cocky grin tugging at his lips as he leaned down, intent on kissing her senseless again.
To no avail, as Lois braced her hands between them, keeping him back.
A whispered voice was nagging at her, pleading with her to look beyond the face, the voice she knew so well.
To look deeper.
And suddenly it hit her.
Kryptonite. He’d told her about the rainbow of colors and how they each affected him.
She’d never actually experienced it before, that she personally remembered anyway, but if she had to guess, she’d chalk this behavior up to the red version.
He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly, a flash of impatience in his eyes.
“Did …anything happen last night?”
“No,” he answered, moving back slightly and then lowering his head, planting kisses along the edge of her top.
“I’m serious, Clark,” she said, gently stroking his hair, not wanting to set him off since from what she’d been told, Clark on red kryptonite had a very short temper. “Any encounters with anything, well, red?”
“Red?” he mumbled, moving his attention to her neck, nipping at her skin lightly. “Can’t say that I did. But I always did love you in red.”
Despite the fact that she thought her heart was about to rip through her chest, she managed to pull off a slightly breathless giggle, playing along the best she could while she figured out what the hell was going on with him.
Lois tugged on his hair lightly, getting his attention. She pulled his head down to hers, hearing him moan his approval as their lips collided again. She pushed forward, managing to flip them over. Pulling back from the kiss, she sat up, running light fingertips down his chest.
“Red, huh? You and your primary colors,” she said, hoping like hell her voice was coming out more relaxed than she was actually feeling.
His hands moved to her thighs, squeezing slightly. “Don’t you remember the last time you wore red for me?” he asked, his tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes roamed hungrily over her. “That red baby doll nightie? I think it lasted two minutes before it was in shreds on my bedroom floor,” he said, sitting up and moving his hands to start lifting off her tank top.
Her breathing picked up, barely feeling the kisses he pressed along her jaw.
A wave of nausea swept through her.
This isn’t Clark…
The words screamed repeatedly in her mind.
Rationally, well, as rationally as she could think at the moment, she knew it was a crazy thought. It looked like Clark. It sounded like Clark. It smelled like Clark. He answered to Clark. He clearly knew her. Well.
It was impossible.
And yet, she’d lived in Smallville long enough to know that the impossible was, well, possible.
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment, as a new wave of anxiety flooded her.
If this wasn’t Clark, where was he?
Lois exhaled sharply, feeling his lips moving down her now bare chest, not realizing he’d torn off her top at some point during her shocked musings.
“Um, Cl.. Clark?” she managed to choke out, pushing against his chest. “I’m sorry, I just remembered…I have to meet with a source this morning.”
She felt his arms press her to him before he effortlessly flipped her onto her back, effectively trapping her beneath him.
“Cancel,” he ordered, grabbing one hand and holding it above her head, intertwining their fingers.
“I can’t.”
He bowed his head, nuzzling her ear.
“I’m not letting you go again,” she heard him whisper.
She blinked quickly, bewildered by the comment. Recovering, she turned her face toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“I’ll make it up to you,” she said softly, praying she sounded seductive enough to entice him to let her go for now with the promise of later. “Maybe I’ll even hunt down a new red baby doll for you, okay?”
He rolled onto his back, clearly frustrated. Rubbing his eyes roughly, his hands fell to his sides.
Then suddenly he propped himself up on his elbows, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed around the room, his eyes moving from object to object, taking them in.
As if he’d never seen them before.
She watched him closely, plastering a smile on her face when he turned to look at her.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. You go do what you gotta do.”
Lois simply nodded, hopping out of the bed quickly and snatching up one of Clark’s flannels draped on the back of the chair and quickly putting it on. Opening the bottom dresser drawer, a pair of jeans were flung over her arm. She snatched her phone off the nightstand and walked toward the door. As she got to the foot of the bed, she felt his large hand wrap around her wrist.
“But,” he said, turning her toward him, his other hand tangling in her hair, “I’m holding you to your promise.”
And planted a hard kiss against her lips, his teeth tugging slightly at her bottom lip as he pulled away.
She managed a weak smile. “Right,” she said, hoping he took the breathlessness in her voice for desire and not the panic that escalating inside her. “Later.”
Lois pulled her arm from his grasp and quickly left the room. She raced downstairs, stopping at the bottom to pull on her jeans. Grabbing her keys, she dialed Clark’s cell phone, her stomach dropping when the mechanical voice of an operator told her that the number she had dialed was no longer in service.
She slid into the front seat of her car, quickly typing out two texts - one to Oliver and one to Tess, before slipping her keys into the ignition to head for Watchtower.
Emergency. Need to talk to you ASAP.