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Broken	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Wow," Lois commented, as they stepped over the threshold and into the honeymoon suite at the Lexor hotel.
                Clark let out a low whistle as he entered the living room and took stock of his surroundings, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets. "Nice."
                Keith, the bellhop, wheeled the cart with their luggage into the room. He swiftly set to work unloading it all. "Shall I bring these into the bedroom for you?"
                Clark shook his head. "No, but thanks. We'll take it from here." He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, while the man stood there expectantly, palm outstretched. He peeled a few bills from the rest and handed Keith his tip.
                "Thank you, sir. And enjoy your stay with us, here at the Lexor. If we can be of any assistance, please, don't hesitate to call the front desk. And congratulations on your marriage."
                With that, the man was gone. Clark flopped onto the couch and let out a controlled breath. He hated lying, but he and Lois had been forced to go undercover as a newly married couple. He tried to think of it as a trial run before they actually were married, but that only brought thoughts of the marital duties he'd be expected to perform. Lois, on the other hand, immediately set to work unpacking, biding her time before Jimmy could arrive with their surveillance equipment.
                "Big bed," she commented, poking her head out from the bedroom. "Want to take a look?"
                "I believe you," Clark said, twisting in his seat to look at her.
                "Are you okay? You haven't said more than a few words since we arrived at the hotel," she asked, concerned.
                "I'm fine. A little worried about the snow we're supposed to get. This could throw a kink into our entire operation here," he answered honestly.
                A storm warning was in effect for all that evening into the following day. Meteorologists were predicting heavy snowfalls, strong winds, and widespread icing. Conditions were expected to become so poor that the mayor had imposed a travel ban starting at seven that night. It was possible that the meeting Lulu had told them about could still take place, if the people involved wanted to brave the weather and walk, but Clark doubted it.
                A couple of minutes later Jimmy knocked on the door. Clark let the man in, groaning to himself when he saw Cat Grant with the photographer. He really didn't want any of the woman's crude jokes and innuendos at the moment. It wasn't that things hadn't been going well with Lois. But since the night of their engagement, they hadn't returned to their intimate explorations. First, Lois had been sick, then they had been so busy with late night research sessions that any thoughts of sex had been pushed to the back burner. Still, that wasn't the reason why he wasn't in the mood for Cat's usual antics. They always made him uncomfortable, and he suspected that they would even if he hadn't had his hang-ups concerning intimacy.
                "Hey, Jimmy. Hey, Cat," he greeted them, stepping aside to let them enter the suite.
                "Hey, CK," Jimmy said, though he didn't make eye contact. He was too busy checking the suite out. "Nice digs," he finally said. "Remind me to volunteer for the next stakeout here."
                "Jimmy's right. It is nice," Cat purred, sliding to Clark's side. "Too bad you have to share it with her," she added giving Lois a look of mock disgust.
                Clark rolled his eyes good-naturedly. Cat had been trying to get him to date her since the beginning. For a while, after he and Lois had started seeing one another, Cat had continued her attempts to steal him away in earnest, until it had become obvious, even to her, that he simply wasn't interested in anyone who wasn't Lois. Still, it hadn't stopped Cat from joking around, though now, at least, they were truly jokes and held no seriousness to them.
                Lois shot Cat a sour look, which still managed to hold a note of triumph within it. "Afraid you'll never see the inside of this suite again?" she teased.
                "Oh, honey, if you only knew how many times I've been here before," Cat replied, waving vaguely. "You need any tips on how any of the things in here work?" She winked deviously at Lois.
                Lois followed Clark's lead and rolled her eyes.
                "Can we just get this stuff set up?" Clark asked, trying to dispel Cat's jokes a bit. He gestured to the bags that both Jimmy and Cat had carried up to the room.
                "All business, huh?" Jimmy asked, winking.
                "Yes, Jimmy, business," Clark replied gently.
                "Sure, sure. It's a simple enough set up."
                Jimmy methodically started to unzip the pieces of luggage he and Cat had brought to the suite. He lovingly unpacked each piece of equipment, reverently setting them aside as he took out everything he needed. Then he set to work positioning the tripods, cameras, powerful microphones, and heavy electrical cords, hooking everything up and synching it with the laptop he'd brought with him.
                "Okay," he said after a while. He stood, hands on his hips, in the middle of the room, surveying his handiwork.
                "Thanks," Clark said, nodding his approval at the set up.
                He already knew how to work all of the various pieces of equipment, having been on other stakeouts with Lois. Getting it all set up, however, was a completely different story. He was always grateful for Jimmy's deft hands and expertise in getting the equipment set up and ready for use. It wasn't that he and Lois were completely inept, just that Jimmy worked with an efficiency neither of them possessed, Clark's super speed notwithstanding.
                "Looks great," Clark added.
                "You guys need anything else?" the photographer asked.
                "Can't think of anything," Lois said from her post, leaning against one of the large windows which overlooked the building they had under surveillance. Her arms were crossed before her chest as she stared out into the gathering darkness beyond. "You two better get going," she said after a moment. "It looks like the snow is going to start any time now."
                Jimmy peered over and looked out as well. "Yeah, it does."
                "Have fun," Cat purred at them, winking seductively and running the tip of her tongue over her upper lip. She smiled at Clark and blew him a kiss.
                "Goodbye, Cat," Clark said neutrally, trying not to let his exasperation show.
                At last, with final glances thrown over their shoulders, Jimmy and Cat left the suite, leaving Lois and Clark blissfully alone. Clark sat heavily on the couch. Sometimes, being in Cat's presence could be incredibly draining, even in short amounts. Lois came up behind him and slid her arms loosely around his neck, resting her head on his left shoulder.
                "Are you okay?" she murmured.
                "Fine. Just...doesn't Cat ever stop to think how inappropriate some of her comments are?"
                "Probably not," Lois said after a heartbeat's pause. "I'm sorry. She thinks she's being funny."
                "I know."
                "She has no idea how uncomfortable she makes you."
                "Yeah, I know," he repeated. "And I really don't want to get into a discussion with her about it."
                "Well, just try to relax, okay?" Lois said, kissing his cheek.
                Clark drew a deep, cleansing breath. "Only with your help," he teased.
                "Mmm, well, that can be arranged," Lois replied, laughing lightly and smiling.
                She let go of Clark and walked around the couch to sit next to him. Automatically, he reached out and hugged her close with his arm, snaking it around her waist and pulling her into his chest and side. Her head rested against his cheek and they both sighed contentedly. For a long while, they simply sat in silence, enjoying one another's company, the quiet of the room, and the privacy Jimmy and Cat's departure had afforded them.
                "You know, maybe Cat's right about one thing," Clark said after a time.
                "Hmm? What's that?"
                "Well, this is the honeymoon suite," Clark said, by way of explanation. "We should try to enjoy ourselves as much as we can. I mean, chances are, no one is going to show up across the street tonight. Look, the snow's already starting." He gestured toward the windows.
                "Sounds fantastic to me," Lois said, looking up at his face. "We really haven't had too much time to ourselves, alone, since the night we got engaged."
                "No, we haven't," Clark agreed. "I've really missed you...I mean, really being with you, without work interfering."
                "Me too."
                Clark glanced at the clock on the wall, noting that it was getting nearer and nearer to dinner time. "What do you say I get us some food? Anything you want. Just name it."
                "Hmm," Lois said thoughtfully. "Thai?"
                He nodded. "I could go for Thai. Give me fifteen minutes."
                He stood and left the suite. Silently, he rode the elevator back down to the lobby, then ducked out of the hotel and into the gently falling snow. He found an empty alley, which wasn't as difficult as it normally was. Few people were out in the snow. Most of Metropolis seemed to be heeding the travel ban and avoiding being out. Clark hoped everyone had a safe and warm place to weather out the storm.
                Spinning into his Superman suit, he took off at top speed, rocketing away from the city and toward Thailand. It took him only seconds to arrive and even less time to locate his favorite restaurant. He landed, spun back into his civilian clothes, and entered the establishment. He ordered he and Lois' favorite foods and chatted easily with the man who owned the place, whom he'd gotten to know a bit in the few times he'd been to the restaurant.
                When his food was ready, Clark paid, bid his friend farewell, then took to the skies again, once he was sure no one was watching. He hovered for several long seconds, high above the restaurant, thinking that something was missing. He smiled as the thought came to him. Dessert. Specifically, he thought with a grin, chocolate dessert. Lois' very favorite kind.
                In an instant, he was heading toward Switzerland. In minutes, he had purchased an assortment of pure chocolates and chocolate covered candies, imagining how surprised and pleased Lois would be when she saw his offerings. Then he was heading back to Metropolis, eager to be back with the woman he loved. Secretly, he was glad for the blizzard, knowing it would give them both an opportunity to relax, knowing that their stakeout that night would reveal nothing. He desperately wanted to catch the person who'd stolen the money from the homeless shelters, but that desire paled in comparison to recharging with Lois.
                He stopped off for a quick moment at his apartment to pick up one of the more expensive bottles of wine that he owned. Regardless of what might happen that night, he felt he owed it to Lois to make their stay in the honeymoon suite as romantic as possible. Normally, he'd be focused on the stakeout at hand, but he knew the blizzard would prevent the secret meeting from occurring. He tucked the bottle into the bags he was already carrying, then stepped out onto his terrace and took off again. In seconds, he was back at the Lexor, landing, and spinning into his civilian clothes once more.
                The snow was coming down harder now, but not enough to raise any eyebrows as he stepped into the plush hotel lobby. He used his free hand to brush some snowflakes out of his hair and from his coat. The concierge only looked up for the briefest of seconds at Clark before going back to his work, typing away at his computer. Clark nodded politely at the man, but his gaze had already strayed back to the computer screen. Shrugging to himself, Clark made his way to the elevators and rode one up to the honeymoon suite.
                The plastic keycard slipped easily into the lock, the light going from red to green, allowing him inside once more. Lois was flipping restlessly through the channels on the television, but when Clark entered, she flicked the machine off and tossed the remote to the far side of the couch.
                "Hi," she said, her face breaking into a smile.
                "Hi," Clark replied, moving to the coffee table and setting down his bags. "Hope you're hungry."
                "Starving."
                "Great." He started to unpack the meals he had purchased. "Are there any wine glasses in here?" he asked over his shoulder.
                Lois went to the small wet bar and rummaged around in the cabinets. "There are."
                "Perfect. I'd hate to have to call room service just for that," he replied with a light laugh.
                Lois brought the glasses over as he uncorked the bottle. He poured them both a glass once they settled in on the couch. Clark took a sip of the deep red liquid, silently appraising it and deciding he was very happy with the taste.
                "Thanks for picking up dinner," Lois said after a moment.
                "My pleasure. Is it okay?"
                "Perfect."
                "I'm glad."
                They talked as they ate, both content with the other's presence, and enjoying the much needed break from the daily stresses of their jobs. Even Superman got a reprieve. With the travel ban and with most people apparently tucked snugly away in their homes, Metropolis was eerily quiet. Clark didn't mind. It was nice to be able to take a whole night off, especially since such nights were pretty rare.
                "That was fantastic," Lois said with a happy sigh once dinner was finished.
                "I'm glad you liked it. Would you like some dessert?"
                "I wish I could. Maybe later. I'm too full right now."
                "Too full for Swiss chocolate?" he teased, reaching into the bag and pulling out the treats he'd purchased.
                "Oooh!" Lois replied appreciatively. "You really are the perfect guy, aren't you?"
                Clark shrugged modestly. "Far from it. But, I figure, what good are my abilities if I can't use them to spoil the woman I love?"
                "Mmm," Lois said, snuggling into his side. "You are just racking up the points tonight."
                That made him chuckle. "Not my intention, I swear. We've just been working so hard lately. I thought we both deserve to be a little spoiled. Especially since I doubt the meeting next door is going to happen tonight. It's getting pretty bad out."
                It was true. The wind had since picked up, blowing the snow forcefully sideways. Instead of the gentle, but thick, snowfall that had been falling earlier, there was now a wall of white out beyond the windows of the hotel suite. The wind whistled against the window panes, a low moaning, almost mournful sound. Though Clark never felt the cold the way a normal person would, the whole effect made him immensely glad to be warm and dry inside the comfortable hotel walls, holding the woman he loved.
                "Boy, am I glad to be indoors," Lois said, echoing his thoughts. "With you."
                "I was just thinking the same thing," Clark confessed. He pulled her a little closer and placed a kiss atop her head.
                "Quiet night?" Lois asked after a moment.
                Clark stretched out his hearing for several heartbeats. "Quiet as can be."
                "Good. It's nice to have you all to myself," she said, grinning at him.
                "Oh yeah?" he teased, arching an eyebrow. "Did you have something in mind?"
                "Maybe," she said, dragging the word out mischievously. She worked the top button of Clark's shirt free.
                "Why, Lois!" Clark said in mock astonishment. "Are you suggesting that we do something other than the stakeout at hand?"
                Lois giggled. "What? Tonight's a waste. You said so yourself. Worst comes to worst and anyone shows up next door, the camera and microphone will pick it up and record the meeting. In the mean time, there's a perfectly good hot tub in the bedroom that I intend on testing out."
                "Hot tub?" Clark said, now truly surprised. He hadn't yet had the chance to investigate the bedroom.
                Lois nodded. "Mmm-hmm. Heart shaped. Perfectly suited for two."
                "I...uh..." Clark stammered, feeling himself responding slightly to Lois' bold proposition.
                "Come on, Flyboy," she practically purred at him. "Don't get shy on me now."
                In truth, Clark was feeling a little shy. Though he and Lois had come a long way in their physical relationship, they had never actually been fully undressed in each other's presence. Clark wasn't ashamed of his body. In fact, he was well aware of the way women looked at him, though unless that woman was Lois, it usually made him very uncomfortable. And as for Lois - Clark had often dreamed of what her body looked like, completely unencumbered by clothing. Still, it was a big step, to go from their explorations thus far to being fully naked together, even if it wasn't leading up to sex.
                "Nothing has to happen, if you don't want it to," Lois reminded him gently, seeing his indecision and distress. "Baby steps, remember?"
                Clark nodded. "I remember."
                "So...are you going to keep me company or not?" she challenged him.
                A slow grin unfurled over his face. "I won't lie. A hot soak with a beautiful woman sounds like Heaven."
                "Good. I'll get the water started."
                Lois rose from the couch and left the room. Clark watched her go, struck, as always, at his incredible luck. When he and Lois had first been paired together by Perry, he had been painfully aware of the fact that he was a burden to the veteran reporter. She had made it clear that she hated being saddled with the newest member of the Daily Planet team, though she had grudgingly admitted that their investigation into law-breaking landlords had the potential to become a huge story. It had taken Clark months to crack her stony demeanor and slip past her defensive walls to become her friend. And once that had happened, they had become the best of friends practically overnight. Still, it hadn't been enough for Clark. Having fallen in love with Lois the moment he first saw her, he hadn't felt complete until they had become a couple. Now they were on the path to marriage, if only he could finally shed the fear of intimacy, which clung to him, even now after all the progress they'd made, like a judgmental phantom.
                Clark stood and checked the camera settings, making sure it was set to record on the off-chance that anyone showed up in the building next door. Then he followed Lois' lead into the bedroom. He was greeted immediately with the king-sized bed, which commanded the middle of the room and was covered in white silk sheets and more pillows than anyone could possibly need. To the left stood the red, heart shaped tub. Lois sat on the edge, fiddling with the knobs and checking the temperature of the water. As he stepped into the room, she looked up and smiled. It sent a pang of love shooting through Clark, as it always did.
                "Nice room," he commented, looking around and absorbing it all.
                Lois nodded her agreement, then left the tub to fill on its own. She stood before Clark and pulled him into a kiss. He responded eagerly, matching her kiss for kiss. When they broke, he found his shirt completely unbuttoned and slipping from his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested before Lois. She grinned and pulled the garment completely off him and eyed him appreciatively.
                "I don't think I'll ever get over how gorgeous your body is," she murmured, running a finger down the center of his chest.
                A small, somewhat embarrassed chuckle escaped Clark. "Thanks."
                Behind them, he heard the water in the tub automatically shut off. Lois allowed his shirt to fall to the floor. For a moment, Clark stood frozen, wondering if he should continue to undress himself, or help Lois disrobe. She made the decision for him and pulled her sweater over her head, tossing the fuzzy pink item atop Clark's shirt. Then she unclasped her bra. Clark couldn't help but to stare as the lacy black scrap of fabric disappeared from sight.
                "So beautiful," he breathed.
                Lois blushed. "Thanks."
                Seeing Lois' blush seemed to drain some of the tension from him. It was a reminder that this was new for her as well, to be undressing in his presence. And that maybe, just maybe, she was a little uncomfortable as well. But all that vanished in the next moment as she unzipped her jeans and let the material pool around her ankles, revealing lacey black panties that matched her bra. She quickly discarded both garments and stood unashamedly naked before Clark.
                Clark gaped, unable to breathe, let alone speak. Her beauty rendered his tongue mute and his brain silent.
                She smiled shyly at him.
                Finally, a word formed on Clark's tongue. "Gorgeous," he uttered, still awestruck.
                He had always found Lois to be the most alluring, most captivating woman on the planet. But even his boldest and wildest dreams could not hold a candle to how she looked now, naked and perfect before his gaze.
                "God, Lois. You're gorgeous," he managed as his brain slowly kicked into gear once more.
                "And you are still wearing far too many clothes," she retorted with a laugh, reaching for his belt.
                Clark simply surrendered himself to her touch. With deft hands, she opened his belt, letting it hang from the belt loops on his jeans. Clark was surprised to find himself still relaxed, though a small jolt of tension sheared through him as Lois unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and pulled the material down over his hips.
                "Let me," he croaked out, taking over where Lois had left off.
                He slipped out of his jeans and kicked them to one side, and toed his socks off. Finally, only his briefs covered his body - one single scrap of clothing that stood in the way of his nudity. For a second, he hesitated, then took a deep, cleansing breath to steady his nerves before losing that final article of clothing.
                "Wow," Lois breathed, stepping back to admire his body. "You've been holding out on me, Flyboy."
                Clark laughed and the last of his apprehension vanished as the air left his lungs. "Uh, thanks. I think."
                Putting his hand on the small of Lois' back, he ushered her to the tub. Giving her his hand, he helped her into the tub before climbing in himself. He sighed at the soothing feeling of the hot water on his skin, and at the fact that the water afforded him a small shred of modesty. He breathed deeply, catching a trace of mint in the air. Lois must have put in a few drops of bath oil, he thought.
                "This is nice," he commented. "And it feels fantastic."
                "I'll say," Lois agreed.
                She slid over to his side and he automatically drew his arm around her body, marveling at the feel of her wet skin against his own. His penis twitched at the skin to skin contact, but he willed it down. He wanted to enjoy the moment as it was, and not have to worry about intimacy, at least for the time being. If things developed, that would be fine. But for now, it was enough to just be there, relaxing in the tub with Lois.
                "So...about our wedding," Lois started.
                "What about it?"
                "Do you have any preferences?"
                "You mean, aside from it being sooner rather than later?"
                "Very funny." She slapped his pectoral playfully, splashing him a little in the process.
                "I'm serious!" he replied with a laugh. Then, turning more serious, "Whatever makes you happy for our wedding makes me happy."
                "There has to be something that you want," she pressed.
                Clark shook his head. "All I want is to marry you. Everything else is irrelevant. I don't care if it's at a church, under a tree, or at City Hall."
                "Aww, you're so sweet. What about people? Anyone special you want to invite?"
                He shrugged. "You, Jimmy, and Perry are the people I'm closest to, Lois. I lost contact with the people from Smallville a long time ago, when I first ran away from the Harwoods. Oh, there are a few I still talk to, sure. But after so many years, we're not really close anymore."
                "Are you sure?"
                "Absolutely."
                Lois turned to him and kissed him gently on the lips. Clark groaned his pleasure.
                "I love you," she said.
                "And I love you."
                "Turn around, would you?"
                "Turn around...?"
                "Yes, lunkhead. I can't massage your back unless you turn around."
                "Lois, you don't have to do that."
                "I know. You first, then you can do me. Okay?"
                Clark bit back a teasing retort and happily put his back to the woman he loved. A second later, he felt her warm hands on his flesh, kneading at his muscles. He relaxed further, surrendering himself to her touch and loving every minute of attention that she lavished on him. Contact with Lois always set his heart to soaring, that was true. But this sensual massage was something new and wonderful.
                After a while, the water began to cool. Clark easily heated it once more with a few carefully controlled blasts of his heat vision. Then he moved behind Lois and gently massaged her back, neck, and shoulders. She sighed in contentment, and his heart swelled with pride that he could make her feel so good. And, he noted distractedly, his heart wasn't the only organ to swell. Lois noticed as well, as she shifted to get more comfortable and brushed against his erection.
                "Wanna move this to the bed?" she asked, giving him a wicked grin.
                "That...that could be good," he grinned back. "Such a big bed, after all."
                Clark got out of the tub first and reached for one of the towels nearby. He wrapped the fluffy white towel around his hips, before reaching down to Lois to help her out of the tub. Then he wrapped her in the second towel and hugged her close. He placed a series of kisses on her neck and nibbled lightly at her ear, making her moan. She tried to twist in his arms, but he wouldn't let her, enjoying the opportunity to shower her neck and shoulders with feather-light kisses. Then he picked her up, making her laugh. Carefully, he brought her across the room and deposited her on the bed, before lowering himself down next to her.
                His towel, so hastily wrapped around his waist, came loose. And Lois, never one to miss an opportunity, took advantage.
                "I don't think you really need this," she said, grabbing at the damp terrycloth and tossing it aside.
                "Then you don't need this," he said as he returned the favor and snatched away Lois' towel.
                "Hey!" she said, pretending to protest.
                Clark wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Turnabout is fair play," he joked, defending himself.
                Before she could reply, he moved over her and kissed her. Her mouth opened beneath his and his tongue darted inside to explore. Her tongue moved to caress his, making him groan in pleasure.
                Some undetermined amount of time later, he pulled his lips from hers and rained kisses down her neck, stopping just above the twin swells of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered open, immediately locking her gaze with his. He gave her a silent, but questioning look, seeking her permission to touch her in her more intimate places. She nodded her encouragement and Clark thought he saw a kind of raw, hungry look in her eyes. She wasn't doing this for his benefit. She truly wanted him to kiss, stroke, and caress all the parts of her body.
                He gave her a tiny, lopsided grin, then bent his head again to kiss the top of first one breast, then the other. He worked his way down to one pert nipple and kissed it. A pleasurable shudder went through Lois' body - he could feel the vibrations in her skin, could hear the tiny hitch in her breathing. That, in turn, made Clark feel fantastic. Making Lois happy was his top priority in life.
                He kissed the same nipple again before drawing it gently into his mouth. He sucked lightly on the nub of flesh, delighting as it grew taut with his ministrations. When he had lavished significant attention to the one, now fully aroused, pebble of flesh, he switched to the other, giving it equal treatment. Beneath him, Lois writhed on the bed, grabbing his head and running her fingers through his ebony locks.
                Clark slipped out of her grasp, feeling bolder than he ever had before. He slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses from the center of her cleavage, down over her bare stomach. She giggled a little as he kissed her bellybutton, before he came to a halt just above the tangle of dark curls adorning the apex of her thighs. Again, he looked for her permission before going any further, secretly hoping she would give him the okay, as well as hoping his mind would allow him to continue, without breaking into the cold sweat which usually gripped him at the thought of intimacy.
                "Please," she breathed, once she realized that he was again waiting for her to allow him to continue. "Please, Clark."
                Inexperienced though he was in the realm of sex, he wasn't naive. He knew full well what techniques could be used to give pleasure to a woman. He inhaled through his nose and growled lowly in his throat. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable and intoxicating. He bent his head to her skin. She yelped in surprise and pleasurable lust when he gave her aching nub a quick lick.
                "Oh, God," she gasped, her tone pleased and encouraging him further.
                He didn't need the encouragement, already putting his tongue into motion. It wasn't often that he could render Lois completely speechless, but for the moment, it seemed she became incapable of forming words. She merely growled and moaned in ecstasy as Clark lapped at her sensitive mound. As he worked her with his tongue, he could not quite believe how wet and ready she was, how much she physically wanted him. Floating just enough to shift his body without disturbing Lois, he changed the way he was laying on the bed. Gently, he lowered himself down again and moved his right hand.
                Slowly, carefully, so as not to hurt her, he slipped one finger into her waiting depths. She gasped again as his finger entered and he leisurely began to thrust. Working in tandem, his tongue and finger stroked her, both inside and out. Clark's sensitive hearing heard the increase in her heart rate as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. He picked up his pace and added a second finger into her warm center. He curled both fingers slightly and knew from the sounds Lois made when he found that most sensitive of places within her.
                When her orgasm hit, it was a powerful thing. Her inner walls gripped and pulsed around his fingers. Her whole body shook from the force of it and her back arched. A primal cry bubbled up out of her throat. For several long moments, Clark felt her ride the wave of her pleasure, before it finally subsided. Only then did he dare to withdraw his digits from her and halt his tongue's mission.
                "Oh, God, Clark," she said, minutes later, when her heart rate had once more begun to even out. "That was incredible."
                He blushed. "Thanks. Glad it was okay."
                "Okay? Okay?" she asked in disbelief. "Are you kidding me? I've never once met a man so...in tune to exactly what I needed. Where did you learn that?"
                Clark chuckled and lay down next to her on the bed, laying on his side and stroking her cheek with one hand. "Well, I walked in to the locker room late after football practice one night, after just about everyone else had gone home...of course, this was back in Smallville, before everything happened. Anyway, I walked in on my friend Lana getting quite the ah...treatment...from one of the senior guys."
                "Nice," Lois said, rolling her eyes at the thought of two sweaty high school students exploring sex education on the locker room benches.
                He shrugged. "Lana was a bit..."
                "Loose?"
                "To put it mildly."
                "Well, be that as it may, I think I owe you one," she replied, changing the subject and raking her eyes over his naked form. Her gaze rested on his aroused and throbbing member. "Lay back and relax."
                Clark did as he was told, shifting from his side to his back, and pulling a pillow beneath his head. Lois got on her knees before him and leaned over his body. Stretching, she placed a brief, chaste kiss on his lips, then scooted back down and positioned herself at his erection. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out, skimming along the smooth skin at the head of his penis. Clark sucked in a surprised breath, reveling in the sensation. Lois swirled her tongue around his tip several times, then moved on to lap at the underside of his shaft. Clark groaned his appreciation, unable to form words. Almost without thinking, he folded his hands beneath his pillow, getting them as far away from interfering with Lois' work as he could.
                Again and again Lois ran her tongue along that most sensitive spot just beneath flare of his tip. Finally, mercifully, she took him into her mouth, sliding him in with excruciating slowness. It drove Clark crazy with desire like he'd never experienced before. He nearly lost his mind before she'd sheathed as much of him within her mouth as she could. The warm moistness of Lois fueled his erection further. He could almost swear that he grew harder, if that was even possible. Then she began to move, sliding her mouth gently over his shaft, up and down his length.
                "Oh, Lois," he moaned, surprised he could formulate words. "God, honey."
                Up his member she went, nearly expelling him from her depths. Down again she plunged, taking him almost fully within her. Pressure mounted in Clark's balls - a familiar sensation as he sped closer and closer to his orgasm. For a moment, he considered spilling his seed down his fiancée's throat. But he didn't want it to end that way. With a superhuman effort, he brought one hand to the top of her head, stilling her. Sheer willpower kept him from climaxing as she slowed and stopped.
                "Lois," he rasped out, his voice sounding tense and hoarse to his ears. "I want...I need...I want you, Lois."
                Lois pulled her lips from his aching penis. "I want you too."
                She straddled him and looked him in his eyes, in an effort, Clark thought, to reassure him. Again she kissed him, then started to lower herself. The head of his penis rubbed against her outer lips. Lois rocked herself back and forth, rubbing him further in a teasing manner. Clark closed his eyes briefly, eager with anticipation.
                This was it.
                The moment he'd shied away from his whole life.
                The moment he'd dreamed about sharing with Lois.
                He was finally about to make love to the woman he who held his heart.
                Panic shot through him; an irrepressible, crushing wave that washed over him. His blood seemed to freeze in his veins. His heart started to race uncontrollably. Cold beads of sweat sprouted on his forehead, the back of his neck, and his palms. Even his breath seemed to catch in his throat.
                And, worst of all, he felt his erection deflating with a speed he hadn't known was possible.
                Lois noticed as she grabbed hold of his shaft, in preparation to guide him inside her. Instead of finding the stiff, eager rod of flesh it had been a moment before, she found only a limp, shriveling member. Embarrassment flooded Clark as she relaxed her grip. Embarrassment fused with self loathing. He guided Lois off him.
                "Clark?" she asked, as he sat up.
                Perhaps she expected him to stroke himself in an attempt to regain his erection. But Clark knew it to be a lost cause. He was too keyed up. Too angry at himself. Too abashed at his short coming. He shook his head no.
                "Sweetie?" she tried again.
                Clark dressed swiftly, using a fraction of his speed, even pulling on his shoes. He strode to the living room, Lois hard on his heels.
                "Where are you going?" Lois asked, half pleading with him.
                "Out. I can't stay here," he mumbled, not trusting his voice, which threatened to crack with his despair.
                "Please, don't go."
                "Why? And further embarrass myself? No, Lois. I need to get out of here. And, you might as well cancel our wedding. I'll never be able to be a husband to you."
                With that, he opened the door, stepped through, and slammed it behind him.
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