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Roadside Assistance	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Roadside Assistance
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Summary: A severe storm forces Lois and Clark off the road one night, so, to pass the time, they redefine the term "roadside assistance."
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make nothing. All characters, plot points, and recognizable dialogue belong to DC comics, Warner Bros., December 3rd Productions and anyone else with a stake in the Superman franchise.
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               "That was a really beautiful wedding," Lois remarked to her husband, as the valet pulled their minivan up to the front of the catering hall for them.
               "It was," Clark agreed, tipping the man and sliding into the driver's seat. "Chet and Nadine really looked happy."
               "Her dress was gorgeous," Lois continued, as Clark put the car into gear and pulled it out of the parking lot and onto the road. "I wish they'd had something like that when we got married."
               "Why?" Clark asked. "I thought you looked stunning in yours."
               "That's only because it took us how long to finally make it to the altar?" Lois teased.
               Clark smiled and allowed a chuckle to escape him. "Don't remind me."
               Too many obstacles and false starts had littered the pathway to their marriage. Kidnappings by resurrected crime lords, amnesia, frog-eating clones, alien invasions, near-executions for trumped up charges of treason, and marriages performed in infancy had been some of the larger hurdles they'd needed to overcome in order to say their vows. Crazed people hell-bent on destroying other people's weddings, attempts to kidnap Lois and strand her in an alternate dimension, and shampoo which smelled wonderful but shrank people to action-figure size had been some of the more mundane pre-wedding issues to sort out. Not to mention the devastation that Superman's identity had wrecked on their relationship. It had left them both wondering, at times, if God Himself was telling them that they were not meant to be married.
               And then, the wedding night.
               Oh, God, the wedding night.
               Clark nearly groaned aloud as he remembered the way H.G. Wells had shown up at the most inopportune moment to drag them through a crash-course in past lives, all while forbidding them to finally, finally join together as husband and wife. Clark wasn't a violent man by any means, and had always had a distaste for violence in general. But he could have killed Tempus for meddling with his wedding night and the much-longer wait to consummate their love.
               "Yeah," was all Lois said, sounding as if she, too, was mulling over the extensive list of problems they'd overcome just to say "I do."
               "The food was great," Clark said, steering the conversation back to the night's festivities. "I'd never heard of the place until now."
               "I did," Lois said. "Before you came to the Planet, my high school arranged a reunion at Waterside. It was under different management at the time and the food was just awful. I was actually kind of worried about how tonight was going to pan out," she admitted.
               "Why at Waterside?" Clark asked. The catering hall wasn't even in New Troy, let alone Metropolis. It had taken them two hours, with the traffic, to drive to the place from their house.
               Lois rolled her eyes. "The coordinator's brother worked for the place. The school got a discount and the brother got the sale, which made him look good enough to get a promotion."
               "Ah," Clark said in understanding, nodding his head a little. "I think this is the turn here, right?" he asked.
               Lois quickly consulted the directions that had been sent with the invitation. "No, the next one up. See there? Just after the blinking yellow light." She pointed into the darkness beyond the windshield.
               "Oh, right," Clark replied, calling to mind the route they'd followed earlier. At the blinking light, to the left, he knew a firehouse lay.
               "I should check in with Lucy," Lois said, half to herself as she bent down, grabbed her purse from the floor, and rummaged through the small interior to find her cell. "She'll be wondering when we'll be home."
               "Good idea."
               Lois dialed the most recent number in her contacts list. Clark could hear the phone dialing even without his super abilities.
               "Hey, Lucy," Lois said cheerfully, if not a little tiredly, when her sister picked up. "Yeah, we're on the way. Figure on two hours. Maybe a little less. We shouldn't be hitting any traffic at this hour. How were the boys? Did they give you any trouble? Uh-huh. Yeah, no, that's fine. He did? Great! Did they give you a hard time about going to bed? Good. Yeah, okay. Thanks. Will do. See you soon. Bye."
               Clark was so focused on the road ahead and the deepening night, that Lois' stream of words floated to the back of his awareness. He wasn't even aware of her ending the call.
               "Lucy says hi," she informed him. "The boys were good. Everyone's sound asleep. Your dad called - he forgot we had the wedding this weekend."
               "Oh yeah?" Clark asked, a little worried. He knew his dad had had an important doctor's appointment earlier in the day, but time hadn't allowed Clark to call home to check in on how it had gone.
               "Everything's great," Lois said, relieving Clark's anxiety. "His gallbladder has to come out, but the pain and everything isn't anything more serious than that."
               Clark felt the tension bleed out his him. In fact, he felt his whole body physically sag with relief as the weight of his worry was lifted from his mind and shoulders.
               "Thank God," he whispered. As his parents got older, Clark's fear of losing them grew. Though he knew it would eventually happen, he could not handle the thought of becoming an orphan for the second time in his life.
               "It sounded like your mother was giving him a small dose of 'I told you so,'" Lois said with a grin.
               Clark laughed and shook his head. His mother had been saying for months now that Jonathan's pain was probably gallstones. He shook his head slightly as he laughed. Martha was an endless fountain of information and informed guesses that rarely ever wound up being wrong. Still, she rarely ever used the "I told you so" phrase.
               "He probably deserves a little of that. He's been putting off getting checked out for months now," he said.
               Lois mutely nodded, though an amused smile was stretched across her face. "Hmm," she hummed in agreement.
               A light rain began to patter against the front windshield as they drove onward through the night. Lois turned on the radio, fiddled with the stations, then, apparently not finding anything she wanted to listen to, she turned it off. Silence ruled in the confined space of the minivan, for which Clark was glad. While the wedding had been beautiful, the DJ had been excruciatingly loud. His super sensitive ears were still somewhat ringing for the hours of audio assault he'd endured, to the point where, though a relief, the silence itself felt loud.
               "The rain's getting harder," Lois said after a short while, her voice somehow tamping down the silence, softening it, providing a salve to Clark's embattled eardrums.
               "Yeah," he agreed, flicking the windshield wipers into the highest setting, in an effort to keep the glass clear enough to drive. "I was hoping the storm would hold off until we were home, or at least close to home," he continued. "Let's just hope it doesn't get any worse." He signaled with his blinker as the car's headlights illuminated the sign for the highway.
               "Yeah," Lois said, peering out into the gloomy, wet night.
               A crack of brilliant lightning lit up the sky. Moments later, a deep, booming peal of thunder shook the night. The rain, as if to spite Clark, starting coming down heavier. He slowed his speed in response, not happy to give up the ground-eating pace they had been traveling at. He was looking forward to getting back home and climbing into bed with Lois. They'd been trying, for several months, to add another child to their family, and he knew that she'd been keeping a strict eye on her fertility, in an effort to help with the timing, not that they needed any excuse to be intimate. It was just harder to find the time with two little ones already at home.
               He also knew that she'd whispered to him during one of the slow dances that tonight fell within her "fertile window," as she had phrased it.
               He felt himself becoming aroused as he remembered the other rather colorful things she'd murmured in his ear, so quietly that only his super hearing had been able to make out the words. Silently, he cursed the storm and the fact that it would delay them from getting into bed as soon as he'd hoped.
               "It was nice, having you for the whole night," Lois said after a small silence blanketed the vehicle.
               "I'll be honest. It was nice to take the night off," he confided.
               Superman rarely ever took a night off, but it did happen sometimes. And while it bothered Clark to know that there were people out there that he could help, he was even more glad to just spend time with his family and to have the chance to recharge. He could not go on indefinitely, without a break - not without destroying his mind and body, and certainly not without destroying the family he'd worked so hard to build.
               He was just glad that he hadn't heard any urgent calls for help that night. Had a bad enough situation arisen, he would have had no choice but to duck out of the reception, leaving Lois to find some excuse or another to cover for his absence. Of course, it would have also meant that he'd have to fly home first whilst in his civilian clothes. He hadn't brought the suit with him.
               "You really needed it," Lois mused, almost to herself. Then, looking at him, "You've been working really hard lately."
               Clark shook his head slightly. "That mudslide was no joke. And then the volcano eruption, the shooting on that college campus, and let's not forget those peace negotiations. When it rains, it pours, huh?"
               "Speaking of, it's getting kind of scary out here."
               Clark had to agree. The rain was an unrelenting torrential downpour. It was getting hard to see much beyond the circle of light thrown by their headlights. The few cars, well in the distance, that shared the road with them were nothing more than far-off red smears that denoted tail lights. The pavement beneath them was slick with a layer of water, the rain coming down too fast for it to properly run off. Clark felt the wheels hydroplaning the slightest bit.
               "I hate to say it," he said after a minute, slowing the car down to just over a crawl, "but I think it's for the best if we pull over to the shoulder and ride out the worst of the storm. It's getting too dangerous."
               "I agree," Lois said, staring out into the watery world beyond the windshield. She squinted. "Wait. I think...yes. There's a rest area coming up. It might be safer." As they got closer to the sign, however, her expression changed. "Oh, great. It's closed and the next one is thirteen miles up."
               "Let's just pull over here," Clark said, as they passed the off ramp to the rest stop.
               He passed the on ramp back onto the highway as well, ensuring that he had more than enough room, should anyone make the mistake of trying to use the ramp and lose control over their vehicle. Finding a satisfactory spot, he gently eased the minivan into a stop, then put the car into park. He let the engine idle, enjoying the cool sensation of the air conditioner - a nice contrast to the warm, sticky humidity of the night. A streak of lightning lit up the sky for a heartbeat or two, then the world went dark again. A tremendous peal of thunder followed, close on the lightning's heels.
               "I'm sorry, honey," he said, turning to face his wife. "I know how important getting home at a decent hour is for you, especially on a night like tonight." He didn't have to elaborate.
               Lois sighed. "Yeah, well, things happen. Maybe we'll get lucky and I'll still be within the window tomorrow. Just...the thought of wasting an entire month..." Her voice trailed off.
               Clark knew that she was desperate to have another child. It made him smile a little, to himself. When they had first discovered that their oldest son was on his way, Lois had been a mixture of ecstasy and terror. Babies were not within her realm of comfort or expertise. And, he remembered with a mental sigh, they had been told by Dr. Klein, the world's only medical authority on Superman, that conceiving a child of human and Kryptonian bloodlines would be impossible. But Lois had thrived as a mother and had loved every moment of watching her child grow. Her uncertainty had vanished, leaving behind a confident, competent mother. When she'd become pregnant a second time, shortly after their oldest's arrival, she had only exuded joy, confidence, and readiness to welcome a second child.
               Now, watching her look forward to starting another tiny life, Clark was overwhelmed with love and appreciation for the woman who loved him - all of him, despite his super abilities and especially for the regular, flawed man that he knew he was.
               Quiet nestled the car's interior, with only the pounding rain and occasional thunder to spoil the silence. Clark fiddled with the air conditioner, lowering the temperature but also lowering the intensity of the air coming from the vents. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, trying to wish away the downpour. He flicked the wipers to the off position - they weren't doing much good anyway and the windshield was nothing more that a raging river.
               "I had a lot of fun tonight," Lois said, as though voicing her thoughts aloud.
               "I did too. But, of course, I was the luckiest guy in the room," he said, flashing her a brilliant smile.
               "How do you figure that?"
               Clark shrugged. "Simple. I was with you."
               Lois smiled in response. "You always say that."
               "Because it's always true. Lois, you were the most stunning woman in the room tonight. I caught more than one guy practically drooling over you. There was a puddle underneath the best man's chin the entire night."
               "Don't ever tell that to Nadine," Lois joked. "She'll hate that the focus was not on her." Then, "Yeah, well, I'm sure you didn't notice, because you never do, that several of the women were eying you like some kind of prize they would have mud-wrestled for."
               "Mud-wrestling, huh?" he asked with a mischievous grin. "Would you have joined in?"
               Lois laughed and patted his shoulder. "Sweetie, not only would I have jumped in head first, I would have made the others wish they'd never gotten out of bed this morning."
               Clark chuckled. "I don't doubt it," he agreed knowingly. "Seriously though, Lois. You always look great, you know that. But tonight..." He shook his head, at a loss for words. "Wow," he finally settled on.
               The deep purple dress fit her like a glove. And while he was partial to burgundy on her, the deep, rich color of the fabric reminded him somehow of the last shreds of twilight, before the world slipped fully into the night. The strategically placed rhinestones glittered and glinted like the first peeping looks of the stars as they came out to play when the sky grew dark. A long slit up the side of the dress gave him glimpses of her bare, creamy thighs, driving him crazy all night long with his mounting need to make love to her. The plunging neckline of the dress only made matters worse. Fueled by the teasing little remarks they had both traded in each other's ears throughout the course of the night, it was all Clark could do not to fly off and find a secluded spot - likely in the Arctic - to take the edge off. As it was, he'd had to resort to using old, proven methods of hiding his threatening erection several times throughout the course of the evening, each time bringing back memories of awkward moments he knew all the boys in his age group in school had experienced at one time or another.
               Gazing at the incredible woman who so willingly loved him and shared her life with him, Clark felt his heart swell with love. That wasn't the only thing he felt swell either. He contemplated flying the car home, despite the storm, but knew it would raise too many questions with Lucy. He mentally tried to will his arousal away, but this time, there was no controlling his body.
               Lois noticed as Clark shifted in the driver's seat. She reached over and turned the key in the ignition, turning the vehicle off and letting the keys dangle. In the same motion, she unbuckled her seatbelt, giving herself greater maneuverability. She brushed her hand over the front of Clark's suit pants, making him involuntarily buck and moan.
               "Lois," he managed to croak out. "What are you doing?"
               "You don't like it?" she mock-pouted.
               "I love it, but we're in public," he reminded her.
               "What public? All I see is two very secluded people on the side of the road, and the worst rain visibility imaginable," she purred at him. "Besides, can I help it if you got me all riled up tonight?"
               "Me?" he pretended to snort, feeling his erection grow a little more. "You were the one muttering filthy things all night long to me."
               Lois laughed a little. "Right. Because you were totally innocent. I think you need to hand in your innocent Boy Scout card."
               "Yeah well...you started it," he replied with a grin.
               Lois's hand found it's way back to the growing bugle at the front of his pants. She began to stroke him through the fabric, eliciting pleasurable moans from Clark. A protest had been forming in the back of his throat, something about indecent exposure and breaking the law, but all such thoughts fled from him as Lois began to work his zipper down.
               Slowly, torturously slowly, she unzipped his pants, working in such a way to ensure that her hand brushed over his already excited, stiffening member as much as possible, though she left his belt buckle alone, at least for the time being. Clark gasped as Lois' hand finally completed its mission and slipped into the newly made access point. For a moment, she stroked him through the thin material of his boxers, carefully concentrating her efforts on the very head of his penis.
               "Silk, huh?" she absently noted.
               Clark had a couple of silky boxers - ones that he'd purchased to bring a heightened sense of romance and erotica to their honeymoon. They were great for lounging around the house in, especially at night after a long, trying day at the office, especially when it had been just Lois and himself, and no tiny children to constantly tend to. He didn't often wear what he considered his "sexy underwear" outside of their home though. The silky material made him feel a heightened sense of his own libido, as though it had the power to make him aroused more easily. He knew it was mind over matter - he didn't need more than a glance at Lois for the spark of desire to burst from a glowing coal into a full-blown bonfire.
               "Like it?" he teased her, in response to her question.
               "You know I always do," she said, and Clark could see pure desire shining in her eyes.
               After a quick, playful squeeze through his underwear, Lois deftly found the opening in the front of the boxers and darted her hand inside. She instantly grabbed his nearly completely rigid organ and expertly guided it out of the confines of its fabric prison. With a slow, deliberate pace, she glided her hand up and down the length of the engorged organ, feeling, Clark knew, as it swelled even more beneath her ministrations. He shifted a little, brining his hips up just long enough to recline his body more in his seat, and his eyes briefly closed when Lois took his more relaxed posture as an invitation to increase her speed.
               "Oh, Lois," he sighed as she took a moment to fondle the soft fleshy sac of his testicles. "Oh, God," he moaned as she gently squeezed them, just hard enough to send his need skyrocketing.
               But nothing could have prepared him for the surprise Lois had in store for him.
               His eyes were still closed in his pleasure when Lois quietly shifted in her seat, bent at the waist, and took his hard, hot length into her mouth. He growled his appreciation as she swirled her tongue around the flared head of his shaft. She knew what it was that Clark liked - the various places that were the most sensitive and the exact pace that could keep him teetering on the brink of orgasm without pushing him over into a premature release. He was, in effect, helpless beneath her touch, and he knew how very aware of that fact Lois was.
               He loved being at her mercy.
               Lois easily settled into a long, languid pace that was just enough to keep him painfully hard without getting him close to his climax. Clark didn't mind. Lois was an expert on how to pleasure him, and he considered himself to be an expert on her sexual preferences as well. He knew that the more Lois took her time now, the more it would add fuel to the fires of both of their passions. Their lovemaking would only be that much more intense and satisfying for taking their time now. Besides, with the pounding rain, they weren't exactly in a hurry to get anywhere.
               Except, he remembered, they were parked on the side of a highway, where anyone who wanted to could approach them and discover just what was going on inside the minivan. The thought very nearly caused him to lose his erection. In fact, he felt a twinge of relief as his discomfort with having sex in such a public setting caused a temporary dip in his ardor. Lois must have noticed. She added her soft hand into the mix, running it up and down along his penis in perfect rhythm with her bobbing head. Clark relaxed a little, all thought gone, as he felt his probing member brush briefly against the back of Lois' throat and he couldn't stop the growl of encouragement from escaping his throat.
               On her next stroke up to the tip of his length, she took his manhood from his mouth and resumed licking at his most sensitive places. She paid special attention to the bundle of highly sensitive nerves beneath the flared head of his penis, on the underside of his shaft. Clark felt his balls tighten with a surge of need, and it was a real struggle to remain in control. It was almost a relief when Lois dragged her tongue down his length to his balls, then gently kissed the soft flesh there before cupping them in her hand and giving them a gentle squeeze.
               Almost a relief.
               Clark felt his need growing stronger and he subtly let Lois know with a single touch to her back that he was too close to spilling his seed. Lois immediately backed off to kiss his lips instead and Clark felt a small bit of relief. He tried to will himself away from the edge of his orgasm, but Lois' lips on his was too great a distraction. After a minute, she backed away and kissed the head of his penis once more before returning his rigid organ to her warm mouth.
               "Lois..." he started to protest, but once glance from her silenced him.
               He was too close to his peak, and he knew it. He tried to fight it but it was hopeless. Lois knew all the things that he liked and was using them to her own advantage. Clark felt himself building inside before his orgasm crashed over him with a sudden forcefulness. He emptied himself into Lois' waiting throat as convulsion after convulsion wracked him until he was finally spent and felt himself going flaccid.
               "Lois," he said when he found his voice again. "I didn't mean..."
               Lois put a finger to his lips. "Ssh. It's okay. I wanted you to."
               "But..."
               She shook her head. "I thought it would be nice to take the edge off," she said.
               "Well, lucky for you, it's still raining pretty hard," Clark observed, checking the torrent of water cascading down the windshield.
               "Lucky for me, huh?" Lois said, arching an eyebrow playfully.
               "Oh yeah," Clark growled. "Climb into the back."
               Lois did as he asked, climbing over the low center console of the van and into the back while Clark followed suit. She ignored the captain's chairs and went to the third row of seating. Clark easily manipulated the seats so that the entire row laid down to make almost a bed of sorts. He laid Lois down on it before lowering himself down beside her.
               "You are an incredible woman," he said as he lay there, just looking at her.
               He cupped her check with one hand. As always, the familiar touch reminded him of the night when Lois had learned his secret - still one of the greatest moments of his life, as it meant the end of his need to hide from her and lie to her. She smiled at him and closed her eyes as her smaller hand came to rest atop the one that was touching her face.
               "And you are an incredible man," she whispered back.
               "I love you, Lois," he answered, before stretching toward her and capturing her lips in a kiss.
               While his lips caressed hers, his hands did their own explorations, immediately going to her breasts and fondling her through the fabric of her dress. He could feel her nipples as they hardened beneath his firm but careful touch. For a while, he merely stayed as he was, tasting a mixture of the unique flavor of her mouth - wonderfully rich in coffee and chocolate - and his own essence, and feeling her breasts through a barrier of purple fabric. But he wanted more and soon pulled his lips away from hers, sending them, instead, to trail their way down her neck to the inviting plunge of the dress' neckline. He placed a kiss right between her breasts, then pulled the dress away just enough to kiss the flesh of each orb that he'd managed to expose.
               He felt himself growing aroused again and mentally smiled to himself. He needed to be one with his wife tonight. Needed it as much as he needed air to breathe and sunlight to function.
               His arms encircled her, reaching for the zipper that ran down her back. He found it and deftly pulled it down, allowing the fabric to come loose. He used the opportunity to push it away from his wife's breasts, exposing them fully to his view. She gasped in pleasure when his mouth descended upon her right nipple and drew it inside. She moaned in approval as he began to suckle it. Clark knew from the way she squirmed, that the fire of her passion had been lit and well stoked. After a few minutes of lavishing attention on that nipple, he moved over to the left and gave it equal treatment.
               Some part of him wondered if they coupled that night, right there in the van, if Lois would conceive another baby. Sex with Lois was mind-blowing, but there was something even more heightened about it when she was pregnant. He'd always loved the way her libido kicked up even further as she grew heavier and heavier with their children. And she had admitted to him that her orgasms while expecting were some of the most powerful ones she'd ever had. As for Clark - he loved watching the way her body changed and her stomach became rounder and harder and her breasts had become even fuller - sometimes leaking the unexpected drop of milk as he suckled at her nipples.
               Soon, Clark's own need was burning again. He felt himself nearly fully engorged and he regretfully left Lois' chest. He moved downward, to the hem of her dress and pushed the material up to her stomach. Glad that she'd opted not to wear stockings that night, he gently hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of her purple leopard print panties. He grinned wolfishly at her before carefully sliding the material down over her hips and legs, going slowly to draw out her anticipation. She moaned at him, a guttural sound meant to hurry him along, but he was determined to take his time.
               "Please, Clark," she begged as he dropped her underwear into the van's floor and took a moment just to revel in the sight of her.
               Then he could hold back no longer. He repositioned himself and bent his head to taste her core. Lois gasped in pleasure as his tongue zeroed in on the external bundle of nerves above her waiting opening. Clark lapped at it eagerly, wanting to bring the love of his life as much pleasure as he possibly could. Then he moved his tongue away, using it to probe into her waiting depths, mimicking what he'd soon be doing with a different body part. She was already wet and ready for him - he could taste her readiness in a way he couldn't quite describe, but was always aware of, whenever he got the chance to worship her body in this manner. One of his thumbs replaced his tongue on her clitoris, rubbing and caressing it, encouraging the build-up inside of her that he knew would be coming.
               "Oh, God," Lois whimpered as he worked her with his finger and tongue in a tandem effort.
               Her plea almost brought him to a second orgasm, and it was only through sheer force that he didn't come right in his boxers. With his free hand, he slipped his aching member back out through the access point Lois had made earlier, but he resisted the urge to stroke himself. Lois' hands flew to his head, gently directing him to probe more deeply, and he obliged to the best of his ability.
               "Clark," she called again, her voice husky with her desire.
               A heartbeat later, he felt her entire body shudder as he continued to work her with his mouth. A gush of wetness came almost simultaneously as Lois cried out into the night. For a long moment, she continued to jerk with the force of her orgasm, until at last, she lay still. Clark withdrew his tongue and moved to lay beside her on the makeshift bed, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her.
               "That was incredible," she breathed.
               "It's been a long time," he conceded guiltily. Between their job, his work as Superman, and having two young kids in the house, it was rare when they found themselves able to draw out their lovemaking and pleasure each other in more ways than just intercourse.
               Lois said nothing - she only took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and closed her eyes in contentment. After a moment, she opened her eyes and reached for Clark's fully aroused penis.
               "The night's still young," she purred at him, giving him a stroke and a squeeze. "And the rain's still coming down in buckets."
               "Thank God for that," Clark murmured, his eyes sliding half shut in bliss as she worked him with her hand.
               "I want you," she whispered in his ear as she stretched her neck to him.
               Clark's eyes flew open. "Are you sure? I mean, don't you...need a moment?"
               Lois smiled tenderly at him. "Are you kidding? All you managed to do was to make me want you even more." She gave him a firm squeeze, as she normally did to encourage him to enter her.
               Clark was aching in his need. He needed no further encouragement from his wife. With deft hands, he undid his belt and pushed both his pants and underwear out of the way with one fluid motion. He let them pool around his ankles but didn't attempt to step out of them. Gingerly, he laid Lois down on the plush seat and pushed her legs apart. Taking his shaft in one hand, he expertly guided himself into her warm, moist, and ready core.
               He nearly exploded as he slid all the way home. And it truly was "home" for him. He never felt so complete as he did when he was coupled with the woman he loved, for in moments like this, he felt as if they shared the same soul. They were one heart, one body, one set of building desire. He felt as if his very heart beat synch with the woman beneath him.
               Slowly, he drew himself back out, almost fully, then languidly thrust himself back in until he was completely sheathed within her. Lois closed her eyes and moaned blissfully. Clark himself wished this lazy, thorough lovemaking could last forever. He used his power of flight just a bit - to keep his weight off her while he pulled the bodice of her dress down to expose both of her breasts at once to his view, since it has shifted somewhat after he'd offered up his oral worship to his wife. Then he settled back down and bent his head to nip and lick at the hardened nubs he'd once again uncovered. Lois pitched her head back and growled deep in her throat, a sound Clark knew very well. It wouldn't be long before she would urge him into a faster pace.
               Anticipating the unspoken request, Clark increased the tempo of his thrusts ever so slightly. He knew Lois wasn't quite ready, and he was determined to reach their peak together. Few things in life pleased him more than the feeling of pumping his seed into her while her inner walls clenched around him and they both released throaty cries of satisfaction. Lois moaned again, letting him know that she appreciated the increased pace. Her feet - high heels and all - wrapped around his lower back, successfully drawing him deeper into her slick core.
               Clark continued to suckle her breasts, reveling in the taste of her skin, inhaling the scent of her arousal as it filled the van, even if only his highly sensitive nose could detect it. Lois pushed herself up slightly, to kiss the top of his head. That brought his mouth into a sudden halt and he repositioned himself so that he could kiss her neck, lips, and nibble at her earlobes, though he never slowed the rhythm of his strokes. Lois stretched her neck up to take his right earlobe in her teeth, sending waves of pleasure shooting down Clark's spine and straight into his already painfully hard erection.
               "Harder," she whispered, sending a second jolt of need surging through his body.
               Without changing his pace, he obliged, sliding into her on the next stroke with more force than he'd been using. He felt himself getting closer to the edge.
               "Oh, God, yes," Lois murmured, still in his ear.
               "You like that?" he teased as he once again slid into her, even harder than the previous time.
               "God, yes," she repeated, biting at his earlobe. "Oh, God, right there. Yes, baby."
               Clark chuckled to himself. "Faster?" he asked, a second before she used her legs - still locked around his waist - to pull him into her in a slightly more hurried rhythm.
               "Faster," she confirmed. "Fuck me, Clark. Fuck me hard."
               Lois wasn't much into dirty talk, but when she did say things, even so tame as that, it never failed to flame Clark's ardor even higher. He lifted her hips slightly, giving him a better, deeper angle with which to probe her depths, and begun to thrust in a hungry, almost desperate manner. Lois' eyes closed as she lay her head back on the van's seat and a stream of moaning came from her lips.
               Clark knew she was ready. And he was more than ready. He leaned forward, bending his neck to her ear. His lips buried themselves in her hair and all but brushed against the delicate flesh hidden beneath.
               "Come with me," he said in a husky voice that was nearly choked with his need. "Come for me, Lois."
               Four more quick thrusts was all it took. Clark poured his essence into the woman he loved, his head thrown back as a primal wail whooshed out of his lungs. Lois cried out as well, her eyes closed, as her inner muscles contracted around his pulsing organ. It seemed to last a lifetime for them both. Clark was amazed at how forceful and sustained Lois' second orgasm of the night had been. And he was astounded at how long it took for him to empty his load into her, considering that he'd experienced a release not long before.
               When they were both spent, he regretfully slipped from his warm home and collapsed on the seat next to Lois. They both lay there for a time, listening to nothing but their own heavy breathing, the hammering of their hearts, and the incessant drumming of the rain on the roof of the van. Once their heart rates had somewhat returned to normal, they both, by some unspoken signal, rolled to one side. The propped themselves up on their elbows and grinned at each other.
               "That was..."
               "Amazing," Lois finished for him.
               "Yeah."
               "You're incredible."
               "Only because you love me. All of me," Clark said, stroking her cheek with one finger.
               "You make it easy to," Lois said, smiling contentedly, even, perhaps, a little sleepily.
               "You're an amazing woman, Lois Kent."
               Lois didn't reply, other than a happy sigh and a hum.
               "The rain's letting up," Clark observed after a few more minutes of companionable silence. "I think it's probably safe for us to get back on the road."
               "Too bad," Lois said, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I rather liked being forced into having some roadside assistance."
               Clark chuckled. "Maybe we can have some more fun later. A hot soak in the tub, some wine..." He trailed his voice off, letting her imagination fill in the blanks.
               "We'll see," she said, returning his smile.
               Clark nodded and pulled his boxers and pants back on. He swiftly fastened them while Lois rearranged her dress and slipped her underwear back on. When she was ready, he zipped the garment up again for her and they climbed into the front seats once more. Clark reached for the keys, still dangling from the ignition, and started the car. They sat for a couple of minutes while the defogger set to work clearing the windshield. Just as they were ready to pull back onto the roadway, a police car appeared and pulled up behind them.
               A tall, lanky officer stepped out of the cruiser and approached the driver's side window. Clark pressed the button to slide the window down.
               "Evening, Officer," he greeted the man.
               "Evening, folks. Everything okay here?" he asked, peering around Clark to check the vehicle.
               "Everything's fine," Clark assured him. "We pulled off the road when the rain started coming down hard. We thought it'd be safer."
               The policeman nodded. "Good call. The road's closed up ahead about five miles from here. Tractor-trailer spun out and jackknifed before flipping. Your best bet is to get off at exit twenty-one, that's Locklear Road, and detour around to eighteen."
               "Oh God," Lois said. "Was anyone hurt?"

               The officer appraised her for a moment, as if trying to discern the motive for her question.
               "Sorry, bad habit. We're reporters," she explained, though she'd asked more for Clark's benefit. She knew that, even without the suit, his mind would be on any potential wounded parties.
               "Don't know," the officer said. "Just got the call to respond, that's all."
               Lois nodded in response.
               "Well, thanks, Officer...Hanson," Clark said, peering at the badge on the man's uniform. "We'll be sure to detour around the accident."
               "Glad to hear it. You folks take it slow now, you hear?"
               Clark could feel Lois' suppressed grin as he fought not to turn to look at her. "Oh, we will," he promised.
               Officer Hanson bid them goodnight and waited until they turned the van onto the road before leaving the highway's shoulder himself. As they started away, Lois began to laugh uncontrollably. Clark couldn't help but to join in. The policeman's orders to take it slow just after having a slow, passionate lovemaking session in the backseat was just too funny in his mind. And he felt, in that moment, a sense that they might have just started the child they both so desperately wanted. Of course, they would have to wait and see. In the meantime, Clark hoped that the storm might increase in intensity again before they got home.
The End.
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