Fic: For Science! (Clois, Man of Steel)
Title: For Science!
Author: theclexfactor (aka since1938)
Rating: Mature
Category: PWP, First Time
Summary: The Scientific Method has many applications.
Acknowledgements: Thank you Kimmie for the beta, and thank you Tumblr for the title
For Science!
Lois could only describe what she and Clark were doing as "courting." On their first date he brought her a beautiful arrangement of wildflowers. She had a sneaking suspicion that he'd handpicked them from somewhere ridiculous like the Amazon. In spite of the breathless kiss they shared in the ruins left behind by the World Engine, Clark ended their evenings with a far more chaste kiss lightly pressed against her lips.
On their third date, he'd lingered in her doorway, pressing kiss after kiss, only to pull away when his superheating picked up a distress call. Their fifth date, he actually came inside.
There pressed against her door, his kiss began to resemble that very first one again, firm and almost bruising, and his hands grew bolder as they slid from her shoulders to her waist, playing with the edges of her blouse. Without breaking away, she maneuvered him to her sofa, tamping down a slick grin when she straddled his lap and he gripped her hips tighter. His exploring fingers managed to find bare skin. Every feather light touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, ending at the apex of her thighs.
When his fingers found the scar on her abdomen was when it all went to shit.
That wasn't exactly true, but when he broke their kiss, pressing his furrowed brow against hers and pulled his hands away, Lois knew this was going to be yet another evening that ended with her completely frustrated. And using up the last of her batteries.
Her one consolation was the hardness that she had no doubt felt pressed between her legs and the pained expression on Clark's face that indicated he was in the same predicament every time he walked out of her door, his hand lingering in hers until he absolutely had to let her go.
He'd told her before that he wasn't very experienced, mostly because he hardly stayed in one place long enough after he graduated from high school and set off to find out who he was. But from the way he jerked at the feel of the scar on her stomach, the one he gave her for which she was eternally grateful, she knew the real reason was fear. She wasn't going to lie to herself that when she saw what his eyes (and his hands to that robot) could do that she wasn't terrified, but his voice reassuring her, and the shear kindness he showed her before and after that life-saving procedure was enough to let her know that this was possibly the most extraordinary man she would ever meet. He wouldn't hurt her if his life depended on it.
Besides, she was too horny and he was too unbelievably hot for her to give up on so easily.
And it was at that point after she shut the door to separate them that she was determined to show him that he was not a danger to her. That there were so many things they could do with each other. She would just have to present her hypothesis in a covert way, get him to test out her theory with several experiments. Even if they don't come to a definitive conclusion right away, the point was to try and try again. Lois had even decided what the control test would be. Surely he could appreciate her determination in this; after all, his birth parents were from the Thinker guild, he'd told her. And so it was with this in mind that Lois Lane decided she would seduce one Clark Kent if it was the last thing she did.
For science, of course.
* * *
They had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps while at work. So in spite of the sparks they'd displayed upon their "first" meeting when Perry introduced their new stringer, since then they'd managed to remain completely professional. If they sometimes shot each other a lingering glance could be forgiven (because let's face it, Clark was gorgeous even with those dorky glasses, and Lois knew she wasn't hard on the eyes). She had a feeling that Jenny and the other interns had a bet going about her and Clark, but Lois was determined not to let anyone catch on to who (and therefore what) Clark was.
A few days after their last aborted date, Lois shot Clark a quick email. Her increasingly encrypted messages were a source of amusement to Clark if the lopsided smirk on his face as he read them were any indication. This one was asking him to update her on the Leopold case, which was their code for "dinner at 8."
The code she had come up with for "drinks at the Ace of Clubs" had him in stitches.
What Lois did not do when Clark arrived at her apartment (3 minutes early) was jump him. No matter how much she wanted to. She was an adult and she had self-control. Yes, that what she would continue to tell herself. She didn't expect her dinner invitation to warrant a crisp white button down and charcoal gray slacks, but he looked positively edible. (Ok, so she'd changed into her purple wrap dress and strappy high heeled sandals, but she was on a mission, dammit.) That Clark forgot to shave his five o'clock shadow wasn't helping matters either as it only reminded her of her first meeting with "Joe". So while she absolutely did not maul him in the doorway, the welcoming kiss she gave him may have involved a little more tongue than was conventional. She turned away grinning as she noticed the hand he'd unconsciously placed on her hip had balled into a fist when she slowly pulled away.
"I didn't realize you were cooking," Clark eventually managed, noting the aroma of pasta wafting from Lois' kitchen. "I didn't bring anything."
"It's ok," she giggled, turning back to make sure he was paying attention, "I just want you."
The bobbing of his Adam's apple was response enough. Phase one, done.
* * *
She thinks Clark figured out she didn't make the lasagna, but he never brought it up, the big sweetheart. Once the plates were cleared, she suggested they take their drinks into the living room and they settled on the sofa. She had casually bent her right leg under her so she could face him, and he mirrored her pose, leaning his left elbow onto the back of the couch, laughing at stories of her teenaged shenanigans on her father's military base. As he shared stories about the farm, she pulled an obvious move, lightly swatting his chest as she giggled. Each swat lingered until she slid her slowly hand down his torso and rested it high on his thigh. She held back a smirk as his breathing stuttered, and she fought a whoop of victory when he hesitantly brought his own hand to her bare knee, every so often caressing it with his thumb.
By the time the topic moved to her college antics, his hand had made its way to her thigh and she was sitting so close she might as well have been in his lap.
"I went to school on and off," Clark sighed, playing with the ends of her ponytail. "I didn't want to take out loans, plus I was too preoccupied with finding out where I came from. I did a lot of odd work in between as I tracked down leads, plus I picked up some useful skills."
"Like field medicine in case a nosy journalist gets attacked by a killer robot from outer space?"
Lois almost regretted bringing it up, but she was rewarded by a slow smile that erupted into a guffaw from Clark. She returned it by moving her other hand to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.
"Yes, Lois, I briefly trained as a field medic until a...situation caused me to have to disappear."
She had to mentally shut off her journalistic radar and physically stop herself from asking about that situation. It could wait. Until tomorrow.
"Hopefully your current employment won't force you to disappear," Lois murmured, catching his eye and not looking away.
Clark returned her stare unwaveringly, and then his gaze fixed on her mouth. "I'm not going anywhere, Ms. Lane."
* * *
It was Clark that closed the short distance between them, in more ways than one. He pulled her firmly onto his lap and latched onto her mouth in a kiss that was hard but slow. Lois's hands gripped the collar of his shirt like a lifeline. This much they'd done together before everything fell apart, but Lois would not give up this time. This was the control; now she just needed to introduce the variables.
Lois pressed herself flush against him, her center slowly grinding against the zipper of his slacks. Confirmation! The resulting groan of her name and the hand that found its way under the hem of her dress was all the permission she needed to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt.
"Lois," he choked as she reached the clasp of his pants. He gently grasped her wrists, that familiar pained expression marring his features.
"Clark," Lois said just as gently, freeing her hands to cup the sides of his stubbled face. "It'll be ok."
"It's too dang--"
"You won't hurt me," she replied firmly, emphasizing with a slight shake of his head.
"How do you know?" He gritted out. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I asked myself a question," she said methodically. "I said, 'how did he cauterize my wound without setting me on fire?"
He winced at the memory, but Lois would not be deterred. "Then I asked, 'how did he catch me in mid-air without breaking every bone in my body with his arms of steel?"
"Arms of steel?" Clark grimaced, but Lois charged ahead.
"And then I wondered, 'Well he must function like humans in other ways, otherwise he'd have figured out he wasn't one sooner," Lois rambled, almost to herself, "and so I wondered, 'clearly he must have to...relieve himself and he hasn't broken a toilet doing so--"
"Lois!" Clark barked out in a laugh. Lois smiled to herself at that mini victory.
"So I based that, plus our previous nocturnal encounters, on a working theory."
Clark was gazing in what she could only describe as a challenge. "Oh yeah, and what's that."
"That you are perfectly in control of your powers," she stated in an obvious tone. "That and we'll both explode if we don't test my hypothesis."
Clark shook his head but his smile was too broad that Lois hoped it was resignation. "You're sure you want to risk it?"
"I trust you; do you trust me?" Lois sobered, putting every ounce of faith in her eyes for him to witness.
"More than anyone," he breathed, his eyes reflecting that same faith...and something even more, she thought.
"Then follow my lead." He hesitated for a while before finally nodding in acquiescence, meeting her lips halfway.
He broke away a moment later, "Did you just use the scientific method to get me into bed?"
Lois smiled proudly, "It worked didn't it?"
* * *
Lois took Clark by the hand and guided him into her bedroom. His shirt hung open and partly off his shoulders while the knot holding her dress together hung limply at her waist. Once the crossed the threshold, she was on him again and he clung to her in a vice grip, but still so careful with his strength. Lois pushed his shirt completely off as he did the same with her dress, pulling her ponytail from its tie so her hair come tumbling down in a curtain of red. Once her shoulders were exposed, he turned his attention there. Pushing the dress further down revealed that Lois hadn't bothered with a bra. She thought she saw a flicker of flame in his eyes as the dress pooled at her high-heeled feet, but he quickly shook it off and pulled her back to him.
"Are you sure?" Clark asked again, hiding his face in her hair even though his hands hadn't stopped wandering ever lower. Her reply was to pull at his zipper until their state of undress was identical. Clark toed off his socks and shoes and stepped out of the pants, backing Lois slowly onto her bed. He grasped each of her feet and removed her heels and lowered her back with a mind-melting kiss that left both of them breathless but neither coming up for air.
Lois rubbed herself against him to relieve the growing tightness between her legs. Clark's breath stuttered at the friction so he responded by kissing down her neck, her collarbone, and between her breasts, effectively frustrating her. Lois glared at the top of his head until he made eye contact and his heated expression made her even wetter. He sucked at her nipple, first one then the other until she was pushing her center firmly against his growing hardness. She knew she effectively communicated what she wanted when he kissed further down her torso, hovering over the apex of her thighs.
"You mentioned something about testing variables," he deadpanned.
"Yes, lots of variables," Lois agreed in the same manner. Clark slowly pulled her soaked panties down her legs, dropping them to the floor.
"This is only for science, though," Clark reasoned, releasing a breath neither realized he was holding.
"Of course," Lois nodded emphatically. "We have to present our conclusions so we can--aah!"
Clark tentatively pressed a kiss against her center, and then he was spreading her lips as he ventured his tongue against her clit, causing Lois to buck up closer to his mouth until he suddenly stopped.
“What are you doing?” Lois cried.
“I was making sure you were ok,” Clark said, clear worry in his voice and Lois wanted to smack him with the pillow.
“Then don’t stop!” She growled as the pillow went sailing over his head. Clark repeated the motion of his tongue and Lois made guttural noise that she didn’t have time to be embarrassed about. He must have thought he did something right, Lois guessed, because he did it again, and again. Lois guided him between breaths, and Clark, savant that he was, bless him, alternated licking then sucking and going lower and lower until his tongue was inside of her. Lois tossed her head and gripped the sheets, encouraging him, praising him, offering gold stars, and then he was back on her clit and she couldn't take it but didn't want him to stop and between her own cries of pleasure she heard him moaning against her and God it was just really a lot and then she was coming and wow he was gonna be doing that a lot in the near future.
The hand caressing her hair made her peek one eye open to find him hovering above her with an unexpected look of concern on his face.
"You can't seriously think I didn't enjoy that?" Lois grumbled. His answering smile of relief had her playfully rolling her eyes.
"I would've hated for your conclusions to be skewed," Clark grinned.
Lois bit her lip as she glanced down to the tent in his briefs. Even in the dim lighting she knew he was blushing under her scrutiny. "There's still more variables to test before we can analyze the data."
Her hands slid to his waistband, but Clark lightly circled her wrist again, stopping her. “You don’t have to. Just being able to do that for you was enough.”
Ugh, why does he say things like that, Lois thought. It only made her want him more.
"We must be thorough if we want to be accurate," Lois emphasized as she gently pried his fingers from her wrist and returned her hand under his waistband, wrapping her fingers around him and sliding her thumb across the tip. "For science, of course."
Clark swallowed hard, reining every bit of his control. "F-for s-science."
Lois pulled herself up to her knees and motioned for Clark to remove the last barrier between them. Sliding his briefs down and off, he stood in front of her clearly not knowing what to do with his hands and settling for keeping them at his sides. She grabbed both his hands and pulled him back onto the bed on his knees. Lois grabbed the condom and carefully opened it, and then she resumed her ministrations on his impossibly hard cock before sliding the rubber onto him, watching as beads of sweat broke out across his forehead, shoulders, and chest. He pulled her into a searing kiss, distracted by her lips until he felt wet warmth engulfing him as she slowly lowered herself on his shaft until she was almost perfectly seated. Lois paused as she adjusted to him--Clark, like everything else about him, was not small--her breathing was short but she refused to give him reason to doubt. She exhaled slowly, relaxing her inner muscles and then she lifted up and slowly back down. On her second ride, he met her halfway and they both slammed their eyes shut.
Before long the only sounds were her cries, his moans, and their meeting skin repeatedly. They began to move faster and faster and Lois arched her back, Clark's hands easily supporting her weight, and then the new angle increased the volume of their screams and Lois only idly considered her neighbors. Lois dug her nails into his broad shoulders as he kissed and licked and sucked at her breasts. Then he knitted his brow and she thought he was close but then he held her with one arm and flipped their position so she was on her back. He slowed down the pace, pulling them both back from the edge, and then his moans went from mere vocalizations to a mantra of her whispered name. "Lois oh Lois love you Lois..."
Lois was overwhelmed. She couldn't properly respond because his pace suddenly quickened and then it was his name tumbling from her lips and he moved his hand between them and she shuddered and there were stars and soon Clark was coming too.
Mindful of his weight, Clark pulled himself off of Lois and discarded the condom in the waste basket by her bed, but he decidedly pulled her flush against his chest. Clark radiated body heat like a furnace, but Lois couldn't --wouldn't move away as he kissed the column of her neck. "Did you arrive to the desired conclusion?" Clark asked in a teasing tone.
Lois chuckled and flipped around to face him, and his questioning gaze made her realize he was asking about more than her faux-scientific query. Still reeling from his possibly unconscious declaration, and her lack of response to it, Lois pulled him into a kiss that she hoped not only answered his unasked question, but said more than she could with words.
"The data was strong, but I think there are more variables to be tested," Lois replied in a serious tone. "So it would probably be best if we ran more experiments. You know, for science,"
Clark's answering smile made her want to find those words within her. "Of course. For science."
THE END
Author: theclexfactor (aka since1938)
Rating: Mature
Category: PWP, First Time
Summary: The Scientific Method has many applications.
Acknowledgements: Thank you Kimmie for the beta, and thank you Tumblr for the title
For Science!
Lois could only describe what she and Clark were doing as "courting." On their first date he brought her a beautiful arrangement of wildflowers. She had a sneaking suspicion that he'd handpicked them from somewhere ridiculous like the Amazon. In spite of the breathless kiss they shared in the ruins left behind by the World Engine, Clark ended their evenings with a far more chaste kiss lightly pressed against her lips.
On their third date, he'd lingered in her doorway, pressing kiss after kiss, only to pull away when his superheating picked up a distress call. Their fifth date, he actually came inside.
There pressed against her door, his kiss began to resemble that very first one again, firm and almost bruising, and his hands grew bolder as they slid from her shoulders to her waist, playing with the edges of her blouse. Without breaking away, she maneuvered him to her sofa, tamping down a slick grin when she straddled his lap and he gripped her hips tighter. His exploring fingers managed to find bare skin. Every feather light touch sent a jolt of electricity through her, ending at the apex of her thighs.
When his fingers found the scar on her abdomen was when it all went to shit.
That wasn't exactly true, but when he broke their kiss, pressing his furrowed brow against hers and pulled his hands away, Lois knew this was going to be yet another evening that ended with her completely frustrated. And using up the last of her batteries.
Her one consolation was the hardness that she had no doubt felt pressed between her legs and the pained expression on Clark's face that indicated he was in the same predicament every time he walked out of her door, his hand lingering in hers until he absolutely had to let her go.
He'd told her before that he wasn't very experienced, mostly because he hardly stayed in one place long enough after he graduated from high school and set off to find out who he was. But from the way he jerked at the feel of the scar on her stomach, the one he gave her for which she was eternally grateful, she knew the real reason was fear. She wasn't going to lie to herself that when she saw what his eyes (and his hands to that robot) could do that she wasn't terrified, but his voice reassuring her, and the shear kindness he showed her before and after that life-saving procedure was enough to let her know that this was possibly the most extraordinary man she would ever meet. He wouldn't hurt her if his life depended on it.
Besides, she was too horny and he was too unbelievably hot for her to give up on so easily.
And it was at that point after she shut the door to separate them that she was determined to show him that he was not a danger to her. That there were so many things they could do with each other. She would just have to present her hypothesis in a covert way, get him to test out her theory with several experiments. Even if they don't come to a definitive conclusion right away, the point was to try and try again. Lois had even decided what the control test would be. Surely he could appreciate her determination in this; after all, his birth parents were from the Thinker guild, he'd told her. And so it was with this in mind that Lois Lane decided she would seduce one Clark Kent if it was the last thing she did.
For science, of course.
* * *
They had agreed to keep their relationship under wraps while at work. So in spite of the sparks they'd displayed upon their "first" meeting when Perry introduced their new stringer, since then they'd managed to remain completely professional. If they sometimes shot each other a lingering glance could be forgiven (because let's face it, Clark was gorgeous even with those dorky glasses, and Lois knew she wasn't hard on the eyes). She had a feeling that Jenny and the other interns had a bet going about her and Clark, but Lois was determined not to let anyone catch on to who (and therefore what) Clark was.
A few days after their last aborted date, Lois shot Clark a quick email. Her increasingly encrypted messages were a source of amusement to Clark if the lopsided smirk on his face as he read them were any indication. This one was asking him to update her on the Leopold case, which was their code for "dinner at 8."
The code she had come up with for "drinks at the Ace of Clubs" had him in stitches.
What Lois did not do when Clark arrived at her apartment (3 minutes early) was jump him. No matter how much she wanted to. She was an adult and she had self-control. Yes, that what she would continue to tell herself. She didn't expect her dinner invitation to warrant a crisp white button down and charcoal gray slacks, but he looked positively edible. (Ok, so she'd changed into her purple wrap dress and strappy high heeled sandals, but she was on a mission, dammit.) That Clark forgot to shave his five o'clock shadow wasn't helping matters either as it only reminded her of her first meeting with "Joe". So while she absolutely did not maul him in the doorway, the welcoming kiss she gave him may have involved a little more tongue than was conventional. She turned away grinning as she noticed the hand he'd unconsciously placed on her hip had balled into a fist when she slowly pulled away.
"I didn't realize you were cooking," Clark eventually managed, noting the aroma of pasta wafting from Lois' kitchen. "I didn't bring anything."
"It's ok," she giggled, turning back to make sure he was paying attention, "I just want you."
The bobbing of his Adam's apple was response enough. Phase one, done.
* * *
She thinks Clark figured out she didn't make the lasagna, but he never brought it up, the big sweetheart. Once the plates were cleared, she suggested they take their drinks into the living room and they settled on the sofa. She had casually bent her right leg under her so she could face him, and he mirrored her pose, leaning his left elbow onto the back of the couch, laughing at stories of her teenaged shenanigans on her father's military base. As he shared stories about the farm, she pulled an obvious move, lightly swatting his chest as she giggled. Each swat lingered until she slid her slowly hand down his torso and rested it high on his thigh. She held back a smirk as his breathing stuttered, and she fought a whoop of victory when he hesitantly brought his own hand to her bare knee, every so often caressing it with his thumb.
By the time the topic moved to her college antics, his hand had made its way to her thigh and she was sitting so close she might as well have been in his lap.
"I went to school on and off," Clark sighed, playing with the ends of her ponytail. "I didn't want to take out loans, plus I was too preoccupied with finding out where I came from. I did a lot of odd work in between as I tracked down leads, plus I picked up some useful skills."
"Like field medicine in case a nosy journalist gets attacked by a killer robot from outer space?"
Lois almost regretted bringing it up, but she was rewarded by a slow smile that erupted into a guffaw from Clark. She returned it by moving her other hand to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.
"Yes, Lois, I briefly trained as a field medic until a...situation caused me to have to disappear."
She had to mentally shut off her journalistic radar and physically stop herself from asking about that situation. It could wait. Until tomorrow.
"Hopefully your current employment won't force you to disappear," Lois murmured, catching his eye and not looking away.
Clark returned her stare unwaveringly, and then his gaze fixed on her mouth. "I'm not going anywhere, Ms. Lane."
* * *
It was Clark that closed the short distance between them, in more ways than one. He pulled her firmly onto his lap and latched onto her mouth in a kiss that was hard but slow. Lois's hands gripped the collar of his shirt like a lifeline. This much they'd done together before everything fell apart, but Lois would not give up this time. This was the control; now she just needed to introduce the variables.
Lois pressed herself flush against him, her center slowly grinding against the zipper of his slacks. Confirmation! The resulting groan of her name and the hand that found its way under the hem of her dress was all the permission she needed to slowly undo the buttons of his shirt.
"Lois," he choked as she reached the clasp of his pants. He gently grasped her wrists, that familiar pained expression marring his features.
"Clark," Lois said just as gently, freeing her hands to cup the sides of his stubbled face. "It'll be ok."
"It's too dang--"
"You won't hurt me," she replied firmly, emphasizing with a slight shake of his head.
"How do you know?" He gritted out. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because I asked myself a question," she said methodically. "I said, 'how did he cauterize my wound without setting me on fire?"
He winced at the memory, but Lois would not be deterred. "Then I asked, 'how did he catch me in mid-air without breaking every bone in my body with his arms of steel?"
"Arms of steel?" Clark grimaced, but Lois charged ahead.
"And then I wondered, 'Well he must function like humans in other ways, otherwise he'd have figured out he wasn't one sooner," Lois rambled, almost to herself, "and so I wondered, 'clearly he must have to...relieve himself and he hasn't broken a toilet doing so--"
"Lois!" Clark barked out in a laugh. Lois smiled to herself at that mini victory.
"So I based that, plus our previous nocturnal encounters, on a working theory."
Clark was gazing in what she could only describe as a challenge. "Oh yeah, and what's that."
"That you are perfectly in control of your powers," she stated in an obvious tone. "That and we'll both explode if we don't test my hypothesis."
Clark shook his head but his smile was too broad that Lois hoped it was resignation. "You're sure you want to risk it?"
"I trust you; do you trust me?" Lois sobered, putting every ounce of faith in her eyes for him to witness.
"More than anyone," he breathed, his eyes reflecting that same faith...and something even more, she thought.
"Then follow my lead." He hesitated for a while before finally nodding in acquiescence, meeting her lips halfway.
He broke away a moment later, "Did you just use the scientific method to get me into bed?"
Lois smiled proudly, "It worked didn't it?"
* * *
Lois took Clark by the hand and guided him into her bedroom. His shirt hung open and partly off his shoulders while the knot holding her dress together hung limply at her waist. Once the crossed the threshold, she was on him again and he clung to her in a vice grip, but still so careful with his strength. Lois pushed his shirt completely off as he did the same with her dress, pulling her ponytail from its tie so her hair come tumbling down in a curtain of red. Once her shoulders were exposed, he turned his attention there. Pushing the dress further down revealed that Lois hadn't bothered with a bra. She thought she saw a flicker of flame in his eyes as the dress pooled at her high-heeled feet, but he quickly shook it off and pulled her back to him.
"Are you sure?" Clark asked again, hiding his face in her hair even though his hands hadn't stopped wandering ever lower. Her reply was to pull at his zipper until their state of undress was identical. Clark toed off his socks and shoes and stepped out of the pants, backing Lois slowly onto her bed. He grasped each of her feet and removed her heels and lowered her back with a mind-melting kiss that left both of them breathless but neither coming up for air.
Lois rubbed herself against him to relieve the growing tightness between her legs. Clark's breath stuttered at the friction so he responded by kissing down her neck, her collarbone, and between her breasts, effectively frustrating her. Lois glared at the top of his head until he made eye contact and his heated expression made her even wetter. He sucked at her nipple, first one then the other until she was pushing her center firmly against his growing hardness. She knew she effectively communicated what she wanted when he kissed further down her torso, hovering over the apex of her thighs.
"You mentioned something about testing variables," he deadpanned.
"Yes, lots of variables," Lois agreed in the same manner. Clark slowly pulled her soaked panties down her legs, dropping them to the floor.
"This is only for science, though," Clark reasoned, releasing a breath neither realized he was holding.
"Of course," Lois nodded emphatically. "We have to present our conclusions so we can--aah!"
Clark tentatively pressed a kiss against her center, and then he was spreading her lips as he ventured his tongue against her clit, causing Lois to buck up closer to his mouth until he suddenly stopped.
“What are you doing?” Lois cried.
“I was making sure you were ok,” Clark said, clear worry in his voice and Lois wanted to smack him with the pillow.
“Then don’t stop!” She growled as the pillow went sailing over his head. Clark repeated the motion of his tongue and Lois made guttural noise that she didn’t have time to be embarrassed about. He must have thought he did something right, Lois guessed, because he did it again, and again. Lois guided him between breaths, and Clark, savant that he was, bless him, alternated licking then sucking and going lower and lower until his tongue was inside of her. Lois tossed her head and gripped the sheets, encouraging him, praising him, offering gold stars, and then he was back on her clit and she couldn't take it but didn't want him to stop and between her own cries of pleasure she heard him moaning against her and God it was just really a lot and then she was coming and wow he was gonna be doing that a lot in the near future.
The hand caressing her hair made her peek one eye open to find him hovering above her with an unexpected look of concern on his face.
"You can't seriously think I didn't enjoy that?" Lois grumbled. His answering smile of relief had her playfully rolling her eyes.
"I would've hated for your conclusions to be skewed," Clark grinned.
Lois bit her lip as she glanced down to the tent in his briefs. Even in the dim lighting she knew he was blushing under her scrutiny. "There's still more variables to test before we can analyze the data."
Her hands slid to his waistband, but Clark lightly circled her wrist again, stopping her. “You don’t have to. Just being able to do that for you was enough.”
Ugh, why does he say things like that, Lois thought. It only made her want him more.
"We must be thorough if we want to be accurate," Lois emphasized as she gently pried his fingers from her wrist and returned her hand under his waistband, wrapping her fingers around him and sliding her thumb across the tip. "For science, of course."
Clark swallowed hard, reining every bit of his control. "F-for s-science."
Lois pulled herself up to her knees and motioned for Clark to remove the last barrier between them. Sliding his briefs down and off, he stood in front of her clearly not knowing what to do with his hands and settling for keeping them at his sides. She grabbed both his hands and pulled him back onto the bed on his knees. Lois grabbed the condom and carefully opened it, and then she resumed her ministrations on his impossibly hard cock before sliding the rubber onto him, watching as beads of sweat broke out across his forehead, shoulders, and chest. He pulled her into a searing kiss, distracted by her lips until he felt wet warmth engulfing him as she slowly lowered herself on his shaft until she was almost perfectly seated. Lois paused as she adjusted to him--Clark, like everything else about him, was not small--her breathing was short but she refused to give him reason to doubt. She exhaled slowly, relaxing her inner muscles and then she lifted up and slowly back down. On her second ride, he met her halfway and they both slammed their eyes shut.
Before long the only sounds were her cries, his moans, and their meeting skin repeatedly. They began to move faster and faster and Lois arched her back, Clark's hands easily supporting her weight, and then the new angle increased the volume of their screams and Lois only idly considered her neighbors. Lois dug her nails into his broad shoulders as he kissed and licked and sucked at her breasts. Then he knitted his brow and she thought he was close but then he held her with one arm and flipped their position so she was on her back. He slowed down the pace, pulling them both back from the edge, and then his moans went from mere vocalizations to a mantra of her whispered name. "Lois oh Lois love you Lois..."
Lois was overwhelmed. She couldn't properly respond because his pace suddenly quickened and then it was his name tumbling from her lips and he moved his hand between them and she shuddered and there were stars and soon Clark was coming too.
Mindful of his weight, Clark pulled himself off of Lois and discarded the condom in the waste basket by her bed, but he decidedly pulled her flush against his chest. Clark radiated body heat like a furnace, but Lois couldn't --wouldn't move away as he kissed the column of her neck. "Did you arrive to the desired conclusion?" Clark asked in a teasing tone.
Lois chuckled and flipped around to face him, and his questioning gaze made her realize he was asking about more than her faux-scientific query. Still reeling from his possibly unconscious declaration, and her lack of response to it, Lois pulled him into a kiss that she hoped not only answered his unasked question, but said more than she could with words.
"The data was strong, but I think there are more variables to be tested," Lois replied in a serious tone. "So it would probably be best if we ran more experiments. You know, for science,"
Clark's answering smile made her want to find those words within her. "Of course. For science."
THE END