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Broken	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Here's to Lois and Clark! The hottest reporting team in Metropolis!" Perry praised, as Lois and Clark entered the bullpen. He held aloft the morning's edition of the Daily Planet.
                The rest of their coworkers stopped their tasks and applauded politely. Clark blushed, still uncomfortable being the center of attention, particularly in his true persona of Clark Kent. As Superman, it was different, being the object of people's focus, because they weren't really looking at him, not really. They were seeing a mask, a costume, someone who didn't really exist. He waved and tried not to blush a second time.
                "That was some bust you two made," Perry continued in a softer voice as they neared Clark's desk, where he was standing.
                "Thanks, Chief. But the credit goes to Clark. Mostly. He's the one who really pushed for us keep at this story," Lois said.
                "Did Lois Lane just refuse to take credit?" Clark teased.
                She swatted his chest playfully. "Don't get used to it."
                "Who would have thought?" Perry continued. "Lex Luthor. A criminal." He shook his head. "And here I thought I'd seen everything."
                "Not just a criminal," Lois corrected him. "The head of the biggest criminal circuit in the state."
                "He and his wife both," Clark put in.
                "I've got to say, if it wasn't for that video footage, I never would have believed it possible. The Luthors are two of the city's most respected and valued citizens. They've done wonders for Metropolis and given so much to charities all over the country."
                "It was a good facade," Clark agreed, shrugging, though a few run-ins between Lex Luthor and Superman had always made him feel ill at ease around the man.
                "And a brilliant scheme," Jimmy put in, from his desk, which sat next to Clark's.
                Clark nodded. "It was."
                "I mean, here's a guy who looks like a saint. He donates a huge chunk of cash to a worthy cause and makes himself look even better. Then he gets his inside man to steal that cash. Luthor looks like the victim and he still gets his tax break on the eighty grand. Only he funnels the money into his illegal dealings, which, in turn, only spur on the further growth of his legal ventures. It's brilliance." Jimmy shook his head, in disbelief or in amazement, Clark wasn't sure.
                "I wonder how many times he's done that in the past," Lois wondered aloud. "With smaller, less conspicuous amounts of money."
                "Who knows?" Clark replied. Now it was his turn to shake his head.
                "I'm sure the police will sort that all out," Perry assured them.
                "The sooner, the better," Lois agreed. "I'm looking forward to seeing him go to jail for a long, long time."
                "Too bad his sentence will be served in one of those 'country-club' prisons," Jimmy said with a sigh.
                "Either way, I'm just glad to see the money returned to Safe Haven," Clark said. "That money will really make a difference in what services they can offer and how many people they can help."
                In truth, he worried about the future of the charity. The eighty thousand dollars would only take them so far. With Luthor almost certainly facing jail time, the shelters would be losing one of their major donors. And the Superman Foundation couldn't give any bigger of a percentage to the organization than it already was. All of the proceeds were already spoken for, and he hated to ask for the numbers to be reshuffled, because that only meant that another worthy cause would be denied funds they too desperately needed.
                He was glad, of course, to see Luthor behind bars. He was glad to see the head of Intergang - both heads he reminded himself, with Arianna being just as deeply involved as her husband - cut off from the rest of the organization. He hoped, like a decapitated snake, the body would wither and die without the head, though he didn't really think that would be the case. Who knew who else Luthor might have installed as a temporary leader in case of such an event?
                "So, glad you gave us a few extra days now?" Lois asked, arching her brow and teasing their boss.
                Perry nodded. "I never doubted you two would crack the case," he tossed back easily. "I'm just glad it didn't take any longer than it did. Mr. Stern was about ready to have my head over the hotel bill!" He chuckled. "Look, ah, you two were up all night on the story and with the police. Why don't you take the day?"
                "Thanks, Chief, but I was going to do a follow-up piece on the story," Clark said. "I'm sure I can get someone at Safe Haven to talk to me."
                "Overachiever," Lois mumbled. Clark merely shot her back a grin.
                "Okay, well, after that, go home, get some rest," Perry instructed before turning back toward his office.
                "Will do," Clark called after him. He looked at Lois. "You want to go? I can catch up with you later."
                Lois stifled a yawn and shook her head. "I should stay with you."
                "It's okay, really. I don't mind. You didn't sleep much longer than I did last night. Even I'm a little tired. You must be exhausted," he said.
                It was true. He was feeling a little fatigued. And he knew that he didn't require as much sleep as a normal person.
                "Okay," she relented after failing to stop herself from yawning again. "I guess I really won't be much good on about two and a half hours of sleep."
                "Go home. Get some rest. I'll be by later, okay?" He kissed her forehead tenderly.
                "Okay," she repeated.
                "Love you."
                "Love you."
                Lois left, sulking, Clark could see. Admitting that she needed sleep instead of chasing a story didn't sit well with her. It made him mentally laugh. He'd expected nothing less from her. When she reached the bank of elevators, Clark turned his attention back to his desk. He picked up the phone and dialed, drumming his fingers on the desk as he waited for someone to pick up.
                An hour later, he finished typing his small sidebar article up and printed it out. He brought it to Perry's office, happy to make any contribution he could to the paper. Perry looked up as he approached and beckoned him in. Clark held out the sheet of paper.
                "One sidebar article," he said cheerfully.
                Perry took the proffered paper and read it over. "Nice work. We'll run it in this evening's paper."
                Clark nodded.
                "So, uh...everything going well with Lois?" Perry asked in a fatherly manner.
                Since starting at the Planet, Clark and the editor had become close friends, despite their employee/boss relationship. In some ways, the Chief had become a surrogate father to the young reporter.
                "As well as it can be," Clark said, the same cheerful note in his voice.
                "That's good. I've never seen that girl quite so happy as she's been since she met you."
                "That's all I want. To make her happy," Clark admitted.
                "Get anywhere with the wedding plans?"
                Clark shook his head. "Not really. It's been a little rough lately." Then, correcting himself before Perry could ask any prying questions, he added, "I mean, with us being sick and the stakeout and everything. We haven't really had a chance to discuss much, let alone finalize any plans."
                "Well, son, believe me, don't let the job get in the way of your relationship. I did, and it cost me dearly."
                "I know," Clark said in a lowered voice.
                "I love this paper," Perry continued. "I've eaten, breathed, slept, and bled the Planet for over thirty years. But what I wouldn't do to go back and change things. To free myself up so I could have enjoyed my marriage. It fell apart before I even knew what was happening. And then, when I finally came to my senses, Alice was just about ready to serve me divorce papers. My marriage is living on borrowed time."
                "I won't let that happen to Lois and me," Clark vowed. "She's the brightest spot in my universe."
                Perry cracked a smile. "That's good." He looked down at the paper in his hand again.
                "Any changes?" Clark asked, following the man's gaze.
                "It looks fine. I'll have Jimmy run it to printing in a few minutes. Now go, get some rest."
                "Thanks, Chief."
                Clark shut his computer down and headed out of the building. The idea of having the rest of the day off was both welcome and appealing. Sleep would be good, he thought. Sleep in a warm patch of sunlight to recharge. He'd sleep on his terrace if he had to.
                He found an unoccupied alleyway, changed clothes, and took off. Taking a cab or walking would be too long. He just wanted to get home to his apartment as fast as possible. The sooner he slept, the sooner he would wake. And the sooner he was awake, the sooner he could be with Lois.
                Before he knew it, he was home again, landing on his terrace and opening the door that led inside to his bedroom. He stopped short as he closed the door behind him, seeing Lois there asleep in his bed. Confusion filled him, while his heart ached with joy to see her. He quietly changed out of his uniform and crawled into bed beside her, opting for a thin t-shirt and a pair of soft sleeping shorts. She stirred as he settled in next to her.
                "Clark?" she asked sleepily.
                "Who else?" he teased.
                "What time is it?"
                "Just ten now. Plenty of time to get more sleep."
                "Ah, okay. Sorry I didn't call to tell you I'd be here." She yawned and stretched a little.
                Clark smiled, though her back was to him. "It's okay. It was a nice surprise to see you here. But...why? I thought you were going to your place."
                "I did. And had eight messages from my mother on my machine. All about the wedding. And she called while I was there. I let the machine get it."
                "So...you're hiding," Clark said with a laugh.
                "Not hiding. Just..." she faltered for a moment, thinking. "Buying some time," she finally decided on.
                "Hiding by any other name..." Clark teased again.
                "Shut up, Flyboy," she said gently. "Shut up and hold me."
                Clark did as she'd commanded. He kissed the back of her head. "Get some more rest," he told her.
                He hadn't needed to. Within minutes, her breathing changed, signaling her arrival in dreamland. Clark held her close and dropped off to sleep as well, content to have Lois in his arms and strong sunlight spilling into the room through the windows, fueling him even before his dreams claimed him.
                He awoke a few hours later feeling refreshed and extremely aroused. His groin was pressed against Lois' behind. He could feel the heat of her body through his shorts and the knowledge only strengthened his erection. He found, to his surprise, that the hand he'd once had around her waist had traveled on its own to cup her breast, while the rest of his body had been asleep. He groaned lowly in his throat, not wanting to move but knowing that to stay put was only going to cause him further discomfort. Lois must have heard the groan and woke.
                "Hi there," she said, and he could picture the grin on her face. "Mmm, someone's pretty happy, isn't he?"
                She wiggled her ass against the bugle in the front of his shorts. A shockwave of pleasure rolled through Clark's body.
                "You have no idea," he managed to choke out, noticing, for the first time, that Lois hadn't worn any bottoms to bed as his leg met her own. He wondered, for a moment, if it was just a habit of hers or if it was her subtle way of telling him that it was okay to attempt intimacy, if he so desired.
                He gave her breast a gentle squeeze, giving her, he hoped, a taste of her own medicine. She groaned in response. He bit back a chuckle as his thumb grazed her nipple, already taut, through her shirt.
                "You better be willing to finish what you start, Flyboy," Lois said, her voice a sigh. She ground against his pelvis for good measure.
                "Don't have to ask me twice," he growled in return, knowing that, even if he could not actually make love to her, he could bring her to release in other ways.
                He continued to fondle her breast, his hand slipping beneath the shirt after a few minutes. He kissed the back of her neck and enjoyed the way she squirmed against him as she became more aroused. And he knew that she was. The way her heart rate changed tipped him off, as did the distinctive smell as she moistened in readiness for him.
                "Oh, God," she moaned as he nibbled at her earlobe.
                He slid his hand away from her nipple and down over the length of her torso, inching even closer to her ass. His fingers found bare flesh beneath their investigative touch. Lois shivered a little in pleasure as he gave her upturned cheek a squeeze, just as he had with her breast. Clark raised an eyebrow at the contact with her skin, having expected to find cotton panties, or perhaps lace. He lightly caressed her skin, finding a thin waistband, and was puzzled.
                "What's this?" he whispered, his tone light and airy.
                He could almost hear Lois rolling her eyes. "Not much experience with thongs, huh?" she teased.
                "Only because you've never worn one before. That I know of," he added quickly.
                Lois laughed. "Lucy convinced me to try it. Said they are so comfortable."
                "And are they?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
                "Imagine a piece of dental floss," she replied. "Now imagine it wedged up your butt all day long."
                Clark laughed. "So, why continue to wear it?"
                Lois shrugged. "I promised to give it a real try."
                Clark kissed her neck. "Sexy, if you ask me."
                "I'll keep that in mind," she replied.
                "Mmm," was all he could respond.
                His hips jerked against her rear as he turned his attention back to her neck, kissing just below her earlobe. A low moan was his reward. Encouraged, he made a trail of feather-light kisses down her neck and pushed away the scoop of her shirt's collar, kissing her shoulder. His fingers felt their way down Lois' creamy thigh and between her legs. He pushed aside the tiny scrap of cloth which barely barred his way to his goal. Lois shifted, spreading her legs, as he found the bundle of nerves there.
                "Oh, Clark," she gasped, as he stroked her small mound.
                He smiled, delighting in the way her heart rate quickened at his ministrations. His other hand, motivated by what he was doing, moved to the front of his shorts and stroked his length through the material, though the very head remained firmly placed against the parted flesh of Lois' cheeks. He did not continue to touch himself for long though. His erection throbbed almost painfully and he knew that if he kept up his touch, he would bring himself past the point of no return and shoot his seed into his briefs. And he was determined not to let that happen. He wanted Lois to be the one to bring him to release, and not to orgasm by his own touch.
                She was wet and ready for him when he finally pushed a finger inside. Her whole body bucked at the intrusion and she writhed against him. Thrusting the digit in and out in a languid motion, he could feel her arousal intensify. He curled his finger against her inner walls, stroking her even more intensely. Her moaning changed and became almost a plea.
                "Oh, God. Please," she cried.
                Clark too was creeping closer to release, even without the encouragement of Lois' touch - or his own. His pelvis ground against her body of its own volition. He wanted her - wanted her more than anything in the world.
                "Lois," he breathed, pleadingly.
                She seemed to know what he was asking with that one simple word. "Yes," she encouraged.
                He didn't allow himself to think of what he was doing. To think about it was to allow himself an opportunity to get spooked, to become paralyzed by his fears, to let his scars render him useless. He merely withdrew his hand, eliciting a whimper from Lois. Quick as a flash, he pulled his shorts down, dragging the briefs beneath down along with them. His hand was slick with Lois' wetness; he used it to coat his shaft, moving his hand up and down his length only once. Then he was positioning himself at her entrance, once more pulling aside the thin string of the thong.
                "Please, Clark," Lois begged. "Make love to me."
                The very tip of his penis brushed against her opening and pushed inside. He stopped there for a second while he placed another kiss on her neck. She shifted, drawing him further in, so now the entire flared head rested within her.
                Slowly, Clark cautioned himself.
                He was nearing the edge of his control. Being this close to Lois - this close to making love to her - it was almost enough to drive him over the edge. He was determined not to let that happen - to try and enjoy being with her for as long as he could before his control melted away or his fears resurfaced and spoiled the moment.
                He pushed in a little more, going slowly so as not orgasm prematurely, as well as to make sure he didn't hurt Lois. Even now, he was aware of his immense strength and power, and how one small moment of lapsed care could be devastating. So, bit by agonizingly slow bit, he sheathed himself fully within her. Finally, he was buried to the hilt within her moist cavern.
                "Are you all right?" he asked, half fearing the answer.
                "I'm fine," she reassured him.
                "I haven't hurt you?"
                "No. You feel amazing."
                He chuckled. "Ah...thanks. You too."
                He kissed her neck again, then started to move within her. He went slowly at first, needing to prolong the experience, needing to make sure he didn't accidently harm her. He didn't think he was in danger now of losing his erection, though some small part of him acknowledged that nothing was out of the realm of possibility. He shoved the thought aside and focused only on Lois. The scent of her skin. The feel of her around his aching shaft. The sound of her breathing, faster and heavier than normal.
                Gradually, he became more confident. His languid thrusts became more urgent. He picked up speed. Lois responded. Her breathing quickened, as did his. Her heart pounded in time with his own. Both of them moaned as they raced toward their pleasure. Dimly, Clark was aware of how deeply embedded he became, each time he thrust into her. His greater knowledge was simply that he was finally, actually making love to Lois. Where his fears had gone, he could not say. Where this sudden boldness had emerged from, he did not think he would ever know. All he knew with any certainty was how grateful he was that his mind and body were cooperating with each other, that he was joined intimately with Lois and swiftly approaching the edge of orgasm.
                Five more times, he withdrew nearly all the way. Five more times, he slid back home into her. Then he was lost. His orgasm ripped through him almost violently. He cried out, his voice hoarse and husky in his ears. His penis pulsed and spilled its load deeply into Lois. His hips continued to buck of their own accord. He knew nothing but the pleasure that seared through his mind like a flash of lightning, though it lingered and suffused happiness and a sense of calm into every cell of his body, even while his heart continued to hammer fiercely in his chest, smashing itself against his ribs.
                If he had called out Lois' name, he couldn't remember. Looking back later, he supposed it had only been one long cry of pleasure, unintelligible and directionless. He did know, however, that even as his powerful orgasm began to recede, Lois reached her peak and joined him. She too cried out, his name sounding strangled within the greater wail of release. He felt her inner muscles grip him and contract around his slowly retreating member, now spent and deflating. For a second or two, he felt himself grow slightly rigid once more, but then the moment was gone. Lois stopped convulsing around him and grew more still. He heard her breath shutter as she exhaled.
                "That...was amazing," she said, and Clark could all but hear the afterglow in her voice.
                "You said it," he agreed. "Better than amazing actually. It was perfect. Beyond anything I'd ever imagined or dared to hope for."
                "Congratulations," she said. "You did it. You conquered your fear."
                "I did," he said, nodding in awe of that knowledge. "Thanks to you. I couldn't have done this with anyone else. I love you so much."
                "You know I love you too. But don't thank me. You did this on your own. You're the one who figured out how to conquer your fears. What changed for you?"
                Completely spent and flaccid now, he felt his penis slip fully from her. He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow. Lois moved as well, flipping over and facing him. He stroked her arm with his fingertips.
                "I'm not sure," he admitted sheepishly. "All I know is that I wanted this - wanted you - more than anything I've ever wanted. I guess I just sort of shut down, mentally. I didn't let myself think. If I had thought about what I was doing - what I was about to do - it would have been a repeat of that night in the Lexor. I would have freaked myself out. So I didn't think. I just felt and did. I let my body take over."
                "And it worked."
                He nodded. "It worked."
                "So you think that was it? The end of Alex's hold on you?"
                Clark thought a moment before answering. "I hope so. But I'm not really sure. I guess," he added, teasingly twitching his eyebrows, "we'll just have to keep experimenting to find out for certain."
                Lois giggled. "That can be arranged." She reached down and gave his flaccid, slowly drying member a gentle squeeze. "So what's Superman's recovery time?" she asked playfully.
                Clark chuckled. "Careful with that. It may be faster than you can handle."
                Lois, as he'd anticipated, rose to the challenge. "Oh yeah?" She arched one eyebrow. "You might just find out that you're the one who can't handle me."
                "Guess we'll just have to find out together."
                "I guess so."
                Lois' stomach growled loudly, breaking off their good-natured banter. Clark gave her a wicked grin.
                "Hungry?" he asked as she swatted his chest.
                "Maybe a little."
                "Okay, let's get up. I'll make us some lunch."
                They each rearranged their clothing as they got out from beneath the sheets of Clark's bed. Clark felt lighter as he moved into the kitchen and began to prepare lunch. For so long, the thought of having sex had terrified him. Even once he'd begun to date Lois, he'd wanted to put off intimacy for as long as he could. Just the thought of being joined with her had dredged up the painful memories of being raped, night after night, by Alex. Self-pleasure had been difficult enough, always making him feel dirty. Too often, he had remembered the unwanted feel of Alex's hands on him, stroking him, making him orgasm, the drops of semen falling onto his stomach like drops of his own shame brought to physical form. He had hated himself then for reacting to Alex's touch. No, not hated. Reviled.
                But now, under Lois' gentle and patient care, he had shed many of the bad associations he had with sex. He had learned to be more comfortable in his own skin. He had discovered the difference between the rough, humiliating touch of a sadistic rapist who only wanted him to come as a way of further degrading him, and the loving, warm, careful caress of a lover who wished to see him enjoy the blissful pleasure that only an orgasm could bring. He'd seen the chasm between sex as something used to make him a submissive victim and sex as a way to bridge two souls into one mutually loving unit.
                He knew, of course, that even so, his scars would never heal, not truly, not fully. He would forever bear the memory of what it was to be the victim of a rapist. He would forever feel a certain kinship with other victims he helped, both as Clark and as Superman. And, he thought wryly, he would never be bold enough to try anal sex. Though he knew many couples engaged in that, and that it was considered acceptable and normal, he would never do that in his lifetime. He simply had no interest in it. Though he had not felt actual pain the times when Alex had forced himself, without the benefit of lubrication, onto Clark, Clark had been able to feel the awkward discomfort that having Alex's member inside of his anus had caused. Never would he put Lois through that. Never.
                The rest of the day passed too swiftly for Clark's liking. He enjoyed the days and nights when he and Lois were free from work. But they always flew by, nearly at super speed. Though he and Lois were together on just about every story at work, it wasn't the same. Not really. They couldn't relax and snuggle together to share an ice cream, for example, while they were at work. And rarely did Lois show her softer, more vulnerable and playful side while at the Planet.
                When dinner time rolled around, Clark opted to cook them a meal, rather than flying in takeout. Personally, he was getting a little tired of takeout - a cardinal sin in Lois' eyes to be sure, so he said nothing to her about it. He defrosted some chicken breasts with his heat vision, and prepared a simple meal of chicken cutlets with diced carrots, mashed potatoes, and gravy. He got Lois as involved as he could, persuading and guiding her as she breaded the chicken and cut the carrots. It was a vast improvement over when Clark had first met her, and she'd viewed anything more complicated than microwaving a frozen meal with serious contempt and suspicion. Still, he could see she wasn't yet comfortable in the kitchen, so when they cooked together, he took on the more complicated tasks. He smiled a little to himself as he thought about how much progress Lois had made so far.
                "What?" she asked, looking up into his face as she wiped her hands on a dishtowel.
                Clark speared a chicken cutlet with a fork and turned it over in the pan. "Nothing much. Just thinking about you."
                "Oh yeah?" she challenged.
                "I was thinking about how, when we first met, you barely trusted yourself to put a frozen waffle in the toaster," he said playfully. "Now look at you."
                "I'm hardly an Iron Chef," she quipped back, grabbing two plates and setting them on the table.
                "That's okay," Clark said, checking another cutlet. Satisfied with its doneness, he fished it out of the hot oil and set it on a plate lined with paper towels. "I love cooking for you. But, it's even better now that I can cook with you."
                "It is nice," Lois admitted, now putting out the silverware. "It's strange, when I think about my life before you. I used to love my lifestyle. I think I'd even managed to half convince myself that I didn't need anyone to share my life with. Now I look back and wonder what kind of an idiot I was."
                Clark chuckled and pulled the last of the chicken out of the pan. "You weren't an idiot, Lois," he said, shaking his head and carrying the chicken to the table to join the rest of the meal. He sat. "I tried to do the same thing, once. I knew I was different, as well as damaged. I was lonely, but didn't dare hope my life would ever improve. So I tried to think like you did. That I didn't need anyone. And then I met you."
                The rest of the meal found their conversation much lighter in tone. They laughed and joked together, as easily as they always had. When they were done, they cleaned the table and the kitchen together, Lois insisting on washing the dishes while Clark casually dried them with his heat vision. Afterward, Clark settled in on the couch to watch a game on his television while Lois snuck off to the shower. He was immensely glad she would be staying the night. He didn't know if they would continue what they had begun earlier with their first successful foray into sex, but he was now more than willing to give it a try. A grin spread over his face as he came to a sudden decision. He flipped off the television - his team was taking a beating anyway - and stripped as he moved toward his bathroom.
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