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Broken	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Twenty minutes after leaving Mayson Drake's office, Clark knocked on Lois' door, the bag containing their dinner dangling from his wrist. Lois answered right away, as though she'd been right by the door, awaiting his arrival. Her face lit up into a smile when she saw him. It was infectious. Clark found himself smiling in return.
                "Meals on Wheels," he announced, grinning from ear to ear and holding up the bag like a prize for her inspection.
                "More like Meals on Wings," she laughed, letting him in and shutting the door behind him. "That was fast."
                "Mayson didn't keep me long," he said, bringing the food to the kitchen and setting it on the countertop.
                "Oh, first names, is it? Is she calling Superman 'Kal' now too?" she asked venomously, her mood changing instantly at the mention of the Assistant DA's name.
                "Lo-is," Clark said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.
                "I'm sorry. The woman just brings it out in me, I guess. I mean, she practically threw herself at you this afternoon, completely ignoring my subtle hints that you are not on the market."
                "Honey," Clark said, stepping to her and pulling her close to himself. "Whatever Mayson may do or say, she can't possibly hope to hold a candle next to you. You have to know that."
                "Really?" Lois said, seeking his assurances.
                "Really. There's no one else that even comes close to you in my eyes. Besides, Mayson can't stand Superman. We're strictly on a 'Miss Drake' and 'Superman' name basis." He gave her wink, then kissed her forehead.
                "I guess that's true," Lois admitted. "She was pretty openly hostile against Superman, huh? How was she when you went back?"
                Clark took a couple of plates out of the cupboard. "Not as bad as I thought she might be. Polite enough, but still pretty stiff and formal. She was doing her utmost to keep her distaste for the superhero under wraps."
                "I just don't get it," Lois said, opening the containers of food and portioning them out on the plates. "How can anyone have a dislike for Superman? Okay, so, criminals I can understand. But she's the Assistant DA. You think she'd welcome all the help she can get in putting the bad guys behind bars instead of complaining about it."
                Clark shook his head and sighed as he retrieved drinks from Lois' refrigerator. "I don't know. But, I have to admit, I don't really care all that much. So long as she doesn't try to prevent Superman from doing what he does, she can hate him all she likes." He pulled out Lois' chair for her, then seated himself across from her. "In any case, I'm just glad today is over. All I have to do is survive one more retelling, once the case goes to court. Then I don't have to ever speak about Alex again. I just wish the same could be said for dealing with Mayson."
                Lois nodded and took a bite of her food. Her eyes slid shut blissfully at the first bite. She chewed slowly and swallowed, then opened her eyes to look at Clark.
                "Oh, God. That's just heavenly," she complimented.
                "Glad you like it," Clark said, brightening up considerably. "Colette is a pretty fantastic chef, huh?"
                "I'll say," Lois agreed.
                "Any luck with the missing funds case?" Clark asked before taking another bite of his own dinner.
                Lois shook her head. "Not yet. I brought home all our research though. Maybe we can find something in there."
                "I hope so," Clark said with a sigh.
                For the rest of the meal, they made much lighter conversation, easily slipping into their normal, playful banter. For Clark, it was a much needed break from the heaviness the rest of the day had offered. It gave him a chance to throw off the weight he'd been carrying on his shoulders since that morning, knowing he was getting that much closer to testifying against Alex Harwood in court. Every laugh that Lois elicited from him was a blessing to him, a chance to feel ever more relaxed. And every laugh that she gave him in return was the sweetest music on Earth to his ears, a sound that cut to his very soul, bringing warmth, love, acceptance, and happiness in its wake.
                When dinner was finished, they cleaned up together, Lois washing the dishes in the sink and Clark drying them with careful blasts of his heat vision. He'd insisted on doing it all himself, but Lois wouldn't hear of it. Then they moved off into the living room and sat together on the couch, a stack of printouts standing imposingly on the coffee table before them.
                "Where do you want to start?" Clark asked, looking at the papers.
                "I think we should try and narrow down where the money might have been donated from," Lois said after a moment of thought.
                "And all the people who have anything to do with donations once they come in," Clark added, picking up on Lois' train of thought.
                "And see if we can figure out who dealt with what donations," Lois said, nodding. "Maybe we can talk to some of the people involved."
                "Maybe," Clark said, though he doubted many would be willing to talk to them. No one would likely want to be associated with the missing money.
                They dove into their work, revived in mind from their pleasant dinner break. Hours passed. The once single stack of research became several, as they sorted the information they came across. By the time the clock chimed ten, they had finished going through all of the papers, thanks, in no small part, to Clark's super speed reading skill.
                "Okay," Clark said, stretching. He pulled the glasses from his face, set them aside, and rubbed at his eyes with one hand. "Thirty major corporations and/or wealthy individuals are known to make sizable donations every year. Aside from that, thousands more make smaller donations."
                "Looks kind of hopeless, huh?"
                Clark sighed. "I'm not sure. It would be impossible to track everyone down. My gut instinct is to follow up with the larger donations that normally get made."
                "Yeah? Wouldn't it be easier if small amounts disappeared over time? Less likely to be noticed?" Lois asked.
                "Maybe. But I know Safe Haven. They're usually on top of every penny that comes in and goes out. I think whoever took the money, they took it from one, maybe two large donations," Clark answered.
                "Well, I guess that narrows it down a bit," Lois said. "Tomorrow, maybe we can get in touch with some of those corporations and people...see if they donated this year as well."
                "Sounds like a starting point," Clark said before a yawn took him. He stifled it with a hand and settled himself deeply into the couch cushions.
                "Tired?" Lois asked, giving him a tender smile.
                "Nah, I'm okay."
                "Did you want to stay for a while?"
                "Sure," Clark said, nodding. "I'm never in a rush to leave you, you know that."
                "I do."
                "Lois...I can't...I can't thank you enough. For everything. These past few weeks have been a mess. And you've been so patient with me. I could not have possibly gotten through this without you. If I didn't have you in my life, I don't know what I'd do."
                "Clark, we've been through this. I'd go to hell and back for you."
                "I know. That's why I feel so lucky. A lot of women in your position would run screaming in the opposite direction."
                "I'm not like most women," Lois said, winking at him.
                "No, you definitely aren't," Clark said with a laugh. "You're so...fearless. The way you just dive right in to things, no matter what. The way you refuse to let anything get you down or make you back away from the things you want."
                "And what I want is you, Clark," she said sincerely. "By my side, every day, for the rest of my life."
                "I want that too," Clark admitted. "If I've learned anything these past few weeks, it's that I can't live without you in my life. I'm only truly alive when I'm with you. And so," he said, slipping from the couch to the floor, going to his knee, "I want to know...once we've gotten past this...hang up of mine...will you marry me?"
                He produced a small box from his pocket and flipped open the lid to reveal an elegant solitaire diamond ring. He had purchased it the night before from Mazik's Jewelers, one of the most well-known and respected jewelry stores in the city. He hadn't gone in with any sort of idea of what he wanted, or even the mindset that he was going to buy a ring. He'd merely been browsing the selection, trying to decide if he should be so bold as to ask Lois to marry him, broken as he still was.
                And then, he'd seen it.
                The perfect ring to adorn the perfect hand of the perfect woman.
                Clark hadn't hesitated. He'd asked to see the ring, had examined it with both his normal vision and his special vision. When he'd found no flaw within the stone, the deal had been sealed. He'd purchased the ring, hoping it would fit Lois, though he judged that it should.
                He'd carried the tiny wooden box with him all that day, wondering if he'd made a mistake in making the purchase. He had no doubts about spending the rest of his life with Lois. He doubted only whether he was doing the right thing. Was he condemning her to a life in which he might never be able to satisfy all her desires? Was he being selfish?
                "Yes," Lois breathed.
                Clark found himself thunderstruck. "What? Really?"
                "Really," she assured him as a tear slipped from one eye.
                The next thing Clark knew, the ring was out of the box and in his hand, which trembled in excitement as the thin, delicate gold band glided over her finger. He breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that it was a perfect fit. Then he was kissing her and feeling her kissing him back, just as passionately. He couldn't get enough, couldn't stop, couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a dream. It had to be. If it was, Clark never wanted to wake from it.
                "I love you," he whispered to her, once they broke apart and he climbed back on the couch. He took her in his arms and rested her body against his.
                "I love you too," she responded, her voice heavy with breathlessness.
                "You're sure about this?" Clark asked, before he could stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. "I mean..."
                "I know what you mean," Lois said, cutting him off with a finger to his lips. "And yes, I'm sure. More than I've ever been about anything in my life."
                But Clark wasn't completely assuaged. "What if I never get better?"
                "You will. I promise you."
                That made him smile. "You're amazing."
                "I know. And so are you. This ring...Clark...it's beautiful."
                "You really like it?"
                "I love it. It's perfect. Like you."
                Clark chuckled and leaned over to kiss Lois again.
                "Can we elope?" Lois asked after a while of just letting Clark hold her.
                "Why?"
                "Because. I know it's just you on your side. And my side...getting them together is an invitation for disaster."
                "A disaster?" Clark echoed. "I mean, granted, your family is a bit...intense...but a disaster?"
                "Intense? Clark, the thriller I'm reading right now is intense. My family makes a warzone look like a vacation spot!"
                "Honey, relax," Clark said, rubbing her shoulders gently. "We have plenty of time to figure things out. But believe me, one day, you'll look back on our wedding and be glad you had your family there. Or, if you don't have them there, wish that you had. Believe me, I know."
                "But, from all accounts, your family was so normal and not insane," Lois grumbled. "Of course you wish they could be there. My family despises our relationship. Okay, well...Mom does. She's going to make wedding planning a living nightmare."
                "It'll be okay," Clark said soothingly. "She'll be happy for you."
                "As happy as she was at Cindy's engagement party?" Lois asked bitterly.
                Clark winced. He'd overheard plenty of Ellen Lane's complaints about him that night. Each one had seared him to the bone, and had made him question if he really was any good for Lois. Only Lois' patient and loving reassurances had helped convince him that it really was a good thing that they were together. He wondered what choice words Ellen would have when she learned that Lois' coworker - that lowly, un-pedigreed man she considered to be well below Lois - was going to marry her daughter. Not that anything Ellen said would sway him from his intention.
                "So...she'll have to learn to be happy for you," he clarified.
                "That's like asking a cat to fetch the paper."
                "Well, on the bright side, your dad didn't give off any hostile waves," Clark said, trying to find an upside to the situation. "And Lucy and I got along really well."
                "Lucy adores you," Lois confirmed, smiling.
                "See? It's not all doom and gloom."
                "I guess. I just...I don't want to even think about my mom tonight. Can we focus on something else instead?"
                "Your wish is my command."
                "You've been saying that a lot lately," Lois pointed out with a giggle.
                "And I've meant it every single time. So, what does my queen wish to talk about instead?"
                "Nothing. I just want to enjoy being engaged to the man I love."
                "That can be arranged," Clark grinned.
                "Good. Now, kiss me."
                "As my queen commands," Clark murmured before leaning in to kiss her.
                As his lips met hers, all thought vanished. Only Lois and he were real. Only his pounding heart, bursting with love for the woman he was with, grounded him in reality. He could scarcely believe what was happening - that the poor, broken man he was, had been accepted by this woman, not just as someone to date, but as someone she would bind her life to. He'd thought once, when he'd lost both of his parents and had been stuck in a cold, unfeeling foster home, that he'd never experience happiness in his life ever again. He'd thought, when he'd been sleeping on park benches and wandering aimlessly, that he'd never feel a sense of home and belonging again. He'd thought, when he'd been dodging the police and begging for jobs, that he'd never feel a sense of security again.
                With Lois, all that changed. He was happier now then he'd ever been in his whole life. He had a home - not the apartment that housed him, but one of the heart, a place where he felt he belonged. No, not felt. Knew he belonged. He was safe with her. Secure. Accepted for all his abilities, his regular, human side, and his faults. He was loved. Completely. Totally. Without any reservation on Lois' part.
                His lips caressed hers, the heat between the two of them real and growing with every passing second. His heart rate quickened, as it always did when kissing Lois. His head swam, abuzz with warmth and happy feelings. His body responded, hungry for her touch, desperate to be joined with Lois, though the idea still made Clark more than skittish. Still, he shoved aside those thoughts as best he could. He needed to get over his fears. He needed to be able to relax. He needed to be able to make love to Lois, someday, if not that very night.
                He felt Lois' hands on his chest, running over the soft material of his shirt. It felt so good, so right to him, and not in the least bit frightening. But, he reasoned to himself, it wasn't like she'd never touched him like that before. He let her hands roam, enjoying the sensation, his focus almost solely on their shared kisses. He was barely aware when Lois pushed him backwards on the couch, laying atop him as they continued to kiss. When they parted, the loss of her lips against his was a feeling to mourn.
                They were both panting from the intensity of their kisses, each desperately trying to inhale enough air to soothe their complaining lungs. Somehow, while he had been distracted, the buttons on the front of Clark ’s shirt had come undone, revealing the blue suit and the imposing sigil of the House of El hidden beneath the dark maroon shirt. Lois lazily traced the S on his chest with a finger, over and over again.
                “I should have always known,” she mused, dragging her finger over the famous shield. “The first time you kissed me as Clark and then as Superman, I should have known you were the same man. No one has ever been like you, has kissed like you, has looked at me with such love in their eyes as you do. I should have known – how else could I have been equally attracted to my best friend and the dashing superhero? I love you, Clark Kent .”
                “And I love you, Lois Lane.”
                “Take the suit off?” she asked.
                Clark nodded and Lois removed herself from his body, allowing him to get up off the couch. He stood and spun, removing the suit in a swirl of colors too fast for any human eye to see. He draped the Spandex over an empty armchair, careful not to crease his cape, then came to an abrupt halt. He was now clad only in his work clothes, his shirt still unbuttoned almost all the way down to his navel.
                “Very nice,” Lois nearly purred, eyeing his chest appreciatively. “You really are beautiful.”
                Clark blushed. “Thanks.”
                He sat back down on the couch, shifting himself, looking for a comfortable position where he could attempt to hide his blossoming erection. He wasn’t embarrassed by it. Rather, he did not want Lois to get the wrong impression – that he was ready to consummate their relationship. He wanted to, that much was true. But he knew he was a long way from being confident enough to actually do so. Lois caught his movement and looked at him knowingly.
                “Hey,” she said, putting a warm hand on this thigh to still his movements. “It’s okay.”
                “No, it’s not,” Clark lamented. “I want to…I just…” His voice trailed off helplessly.
                “I know. But, you have to remember, I don’t expect you to magically be cured. I know you have a lot to work through. I’ll never push you to do anything that doesn’t feel right to you. I promise. And if I ever do cross a line where you aren't comfortable, all you need to do is tell me.”
                “It’s just so frustrating,” Clark admitted, balling his fists. “I hate this. I don’t feel like a real man. I feel like such a loser.”
                “Well, I don’t think that way about you,” Lois said, sliding over to him and draping an arm around his shoulders. “I think you’re incredibly brave, truth be told.”
                Clark stared at her for several heartbeats, incredulous. “How? Why?”
                “Because,” Lois said, shrugging, but never taking her arm from his shoulders. “You’re willing to face your fears. You refuse to let it dominate you, to let it dictate how you live the rest of your life. You’ve been honest with me about your feelings, your fears, your concerns…and you’ve allowed me to be a part of your healing process, just by sharing that all with me. It takes a lot of guts to do that. I’m proud of you, Clark.”
                Clark felt thunderstruck by Lois’ admission. “Really?”
                “Really.”
                He wanted to say something to her. He wanted to say anything to her that could possibly convey even a fraction of the love and gratitude he had for her. But, wordsmith though he was by trade, his mind remained blank and his tongue stayed traitorously still. All he could do was take her in his arms and kiss her once more, gently returning them to their previous position on the couch – him on his back and Lois partially on top of him. His lips hungrily caressed hers. His body rejoiced in the sensation of her own pressed solidly against his flesh. Lois’ hands went back to exploring his chest, tentatively at first but becoming bolder when he did not stop her. Clark’s heart was thudding violently in his ribcage, but whether it was from his intimacy fears or from his elation at being engaged to Lois, he could not rightly tell.
                How much time passed in this manner, he wasn’t sure. He only knew Lois’ touch. The feather light touches as her fingertips skimmed over the hairless skin of his chest. The barely perceptible tugging at his shirt as she worked the rest of his buttons free, exposing his stomach as well as his chest. The phantom fire that alighted in each place her fingernails dragged, ever so gently, over his flesh. And when her fingers glided over one of his nipples, a jolt of electricity seared through his body in a pleasurable wave. A moan of contentment involuntarily rumbled deep within his chest.
                Lois broke off their kiss and smiled down at him. “Like that?” she asked with an airy giggle.
                “Mmm,” was the only response he could make.
                Seeing no apparent fear in his eyes, Lois bent her head and rained small kisses over his chest, leaving no spot unattended. Clark’s eyes slid shut of their own volition as he savored the feeling of her soft lips on his skin. Before now, he’d never experienced such a sweet feeling. Before now, he’d never really thought about any sort of intimacy, even such a tame thing as this, as being relaxing and pleasurable. Even his self pleasure, though it felt good in the moment of climax, had always left him feeling somehow dirty and shameful. But this…how could what Lois was doing be anything but natural and good?
                Lois came to the same nipple she had brushed against earlier and stopped for a moment. She looked up at Clark questioningly, seeking his permission to kiss him in such an intimate place, making sure he was comfortable with her intentions. He nodded weakly, wanting to feel her lips there and hoping his traitorous body wouldn’t freak out on him to cut Lois’ explorations short. Lois gave him a smile, as if to tell him to relax, that all would be well, then bowed her head. Her lips descended upon that aroused, hardened pebble of flesh as she kissed it lightly. Again, Clark moaned his appreciation. Perhaps feeling even bolder, Lois’s tongue darted out from between her lips as she swirled it around his nipple, sending fresh shockwaves through his body and straight into his groin. Clark felt his manhood stiffen further in response, and he wondered dimly how far his mind and body would allow them to go that evening.
                Lois shifted her body, getting herself more comfortable, her hand sliding down Clark's torso and over the front of his pants. He groaned as she skimmed over his erection, stunned as to how good her touch had felt. Lois pulled her hand away as though she'd touched fire.
                "Sorry," she apologized, looking slightly abashed. "I didn't mean...I know you aren't..." she fumbled.
                "I...it's okay," Clark said, giving her a shy smile. "I'm okay."
                "Are you sure?"
                "So far...yeah."
                Lois nodded, a miniscule bob of her head. "If you change your mind...if it gets to be too much..."
                "I'll let you know," Clark said, nodding in turn.
                Tentatively, Lois moved her hand back, once again brushing against the front of his black work pants. Clark settled back into the couch, attempting to relax, trying to will away his gut instinct to flee. He felt his palms moisten with a nervous, cold sweat. He clenched his fists in an effort to hide the clamminess that had sprouted there, hoping Lois wouldn't notice. And then Lois' hand began to move, sliding up and down the bulge in the front of his pants, rubbing his erection through the layers of material that stood between her skin and his. Clark's mind went blank as he focused on Lois' ministrations.
                "Okay?" Lois asked, peering into his eyes as she continued to stroke him.
                "More than okay," he replied honestly. "So good." He felt completely incapable of speaking in full sentences.
                Taking that as further encouragement, Lois increased the pressure she was applying by the slightest of degrees, becoming ever bolder in her touch. She leaned over Clark, once more laying on him, and kissed him again, never stopping her gentle caress of his manhood. He felt himself hardening further as Lois stroked him. Before, when Alex had touched him that way, flesh to flesh as it had been, Clark had responded only because of the sensation of having his penis rubbed in a sexual fashion. But this was different. This time, it wasn't the result of what Lois was doing to him. He was responding because it was Lois. Lois touching him, intimately, through his pants and briefs. Lois kissing him, her soft lips on his. Lois laying atop him, embracing him with her free arm.
                Lois.
                His fiancée.
                His future wife.
                Lois changed her rhythm, now grasping his shaft instead of passively running her hand over it. Another contented moan left Clark's throat. He wondered if she would be brave enough to unzip his pants to delve beneath the fabric. He wondered if he would be brave enough to handle such a huge step if she did.
                For the moment, both were satisfied to leave things as they were. Clark's pants remained zippered shut, though his arousal tented the material and began to ache. Realizing that he didn't quite feel ready to take their explorations any further that night, Clark regretfully broke from their kiss.
                "Lois," was all he was able to choke out.
                "Too much?" she asked in a worried tone. "I'm sorry. I thought..."
                "It's not that," Clark quickly corrected her, not wishing for her to feel like she'd done anything wrong. "It...you...were wonderful. I just...I'm not sure I'm ready...to take it any further tonight. I'm sorry."
                She shook her head. "No, Clark. Don't be sorry. You never have to be sorry or apologize for setting the boundaries you're comfortable with."
                Clark was about to say something more when his powerful hearing picked up something. He instantly tuned in, knowing immediately that something bad was happening. His gaze shifted to a spot that seemed a million miles away and his head cocked ever so slightly to one side, more out of habit that for any functional reason. Lois saw the change in his demeanor and touched his arm delicately, though it was enough to pull him back to his immediate surroundings.
                "What is it?" she asked knowingly.
                "Your neighbor's radio," Clark said, still half tuned into the broadcast that had grabbed his attention. "There's a mudslide in Peru." He listened for another moment.
                "Bad?"
                "Bad," he said with a nod and a frown. "One of the worst in recent history."
                "Well then, go," Lois urged him.
                "I'm sorry, Lois. Really, I am."
                "Don't be. Do what you need to do."
                "I probably won't be back tonight, so don't wait up."
                "I know," she said, nodding in understanding.
                Clark stood as Lois leaned back, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, facing him. He crossed to the chair over which he'd draped his uniform, then spun, super speed, into the tight material. He was lucky that the radio broadcast had snuffed out the flame of his ardor. The Spandex was unforgiving as it was. Having his erection straining against such constricting bonds would have been both embarrassing and, in all likelihood, painful. He crossed back to the couch and leaned in, giving Lois a chaste kiss on her lips.
                "I love you," he said, his voice a husky near-whisper.
                "I love you," she replied. "Be careful."
                "I will," he vowed. "And when I'm home again, we'll pick up where we left off."
                "I like the sound of that," she said, her right hand going to the ring adorning her left.
                Clark simply smiled, then went to the window Superman always used, and was gone in a flash of primary colors.
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