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Broken	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                Clark quietly opened the door to his bathroom, taking off his glasses as they immediately steamed up in the humid air. He set them on the counter around the sink and tossed his clothing into the hamper. Lois hadn't seen him yet, her back turned to him through the clear glass of the shower door. She was singing to herself in a light voice as she lathered her hair with conditioner. Now fully divested, Clark opened the door and stepped into the stall.
                Lois gasped as she finally realized she wasn't alone. "Clark!" she giggled. "You scared me."
                "Who else would I be?" he said, grinning. "I'm certainly not Bobby Bigmouth."
                "No," she said, almost purring the word. "You aren't." She moved closer and dragged her finger in a random pattern on his chest.
                The feel of her wet skin against his own made him shudder pleasurably. "I thought," he uttered in a half strangled voice as his throat began to constrict in anticipation, "that you might appreciate a little company."
                "My very own, personal bath toy?" she teased.
                "Sort of," he joked back. "Only this isn't a bathtub."
                "Same difference," she shot back with a shrug. "And yes, I do."
                "Good. I was hoping you wouldn't turn me away." He flashed her a crooked smile. "Now, where were you? Oh, right," he said, as though just remembering. "Your hair."
                He reached up and dragged his fingers through her hair, streaked with white from the foamy conditioner. He worked them through her tresses, massaging her scalp as he went, enjoying the sounds of her sighs as her eyes fluttered closed.
                "Feels good," she murmured.
                Tenderly, he finished lathering her hair, then rinsed the product from her scalp, luxuriating in the light berry scent that wafted through the hazy air. Then he picked up the bottle of body wash and the loofah sponge she'd long ago left at his place. He squeezed a little of the pale purple liquid onto the sponge, made a lather and gently washed her back, working his way down from her neck to her ass. She giggled a little as he washed her perfect rear.
                "Tickles," she explained.
                He merely chuckled lightly in response. Then, as the water cleansed her skin of the soap, he instructed her to turn around. He repeated the process with her front, working his way down her arms, then moving to her neck. He gave special attention to her breasts before moving down to her navel, and, finally, to the curls between her legs. There he ditched the sponge, letting it land on the shower floor with a heavy, wet plop. Using his fingers, he carefully washed the area before allowing himself to briefly tease her. But before long, Lois was reaching out to him, grasping his awakened shaft.
                "Your turn," she purred.
                Clark willingly submitted himself to the same treatment he'd given Lois, allowing her to scrub his back, ass, and chest. Putting a small dab of body wash in her palm, she lovingly washed his erect penis, stroking his length and giving him a wicked grin. Then she gently cupped his balls, washing and teasing him in the same movement. Desire shot through him, turning the small flame of arousal into a roaring wildfire. It was maddening when she moved her hand and began to wash his hair for him.
                Finally clean, Clark embraced her, kissing her deeply as the hot water splashed over their bodies. Her mouth opened beneath his. His tongue darted inside, dueling with hers. His penis bumped against Lois' stomach, trapped between them and aching for release. Conscious thought left him as he easily lifted Lois' body. He shuffled toward the wall, supporting Lois' back against the tile, though she was light as a feather in his arms. He felt her hand leave his back briefly, only to guide him into her waiting entrance. He sighed into her mouth as he slid all the way home.
                "God, Lois," he managed, breaking from their kiss to draw a breath.
                He began to move within her, thrusting his hips and sliding her body along his length at the same time. She arched her back, moaning, and changing the position of her body. Clark found himself able to penetrate her even more deeply that way, and marveled at the way she so completely trusted herself in his arms. She always had, he reminded himself. Every time they'd flown together, every caress, every time he'd grabbed her to snatch her out of harm's way, she'd always, always, trusted him to keep her safe and unharmed.
                His mouth found her earlobe and he nibbled at it ever so tenderly, eliciting a steady stream of pleasurable moans from her. He picked up his pace, thrusting with more urgency. The first time, that morning, he'd been focused on his own body. True, he'd been aware of how Lois was responding to him, but he'd been concerned mainly with ensuring that he didn't freak out in the middle of their lovemaking, rendering him unable to finish. Now, he was much more relaxed. He'd already crossed the terrifying threshold of losing his virginity. Though he wasn't naive enough to believe that he was completely cured by one successful sexual encounter, he also knew there was nothing to fear. Sex with Lois was simply the greatest thing he'd ever experienced.
                He felt as if his very soul had merged with hers. They were one body, one flesh, two hearts beating in synch. He felt himself become attuned to Lois' body, as if he could instinctively know exactly what she needed as he made love to her. A familiar tightening began in his balls. He was close to the edge now, but he fought it off. Lois was his priority. Somehow, he knew she was getting close to the edge as well. He shifted her in his arms, so that he had better access to that special bundle of nerves hidden within her inner walls. He knew he'd hit it when the sound of her moan changed, becoming deeper and huskier.
                "Oh, Clark," she choked out. "Right there. Oh, God."
                Again, he slightly increased his speed, moving now at a steady, swift pace. In seconds, Lois reached her peak and crashed over the side. Her muscles contracted around him. Her fingers dug into the wet skin of his back. She loosed a loud wail that she muffled as she buried her head into his neck.
                He came almost instantly, the very moment he felt Lois start to quake in his embrace. His seed shot forth as he took one hand from Lois' back and pressed it against the wall to steady himself. His cry mingled with Lois' as he too tried to muffle it with her skin. His heart felt ready to explode from his chest as his penis gave one final spurt, then grew still. He stopped the movement of his hips and stood there, with Lois still impaled on his reluctantly shrinking member, panting for breath.
                When he regained some composure, he set Lois back down on her own two feet. They both leaned against the wall for support. Around them, the shower still splashed, peppering their skin with hot droplets of water.
                "I may never shower at my own apartment ever again," Lois mused, placing a hand on his chest.
                "That would be fine with me," Clark replied, a wry grin on his lips.
                "I can't believe how amazing you are. I mean, I always imagined that sex with you would be good, but this..."
                "Always imagined?" he repeated. "Even when we weren't dating?" He winked at her, trying to get a rise out of her.
                She slapped his pectoral playfully. "I might have had one or two errant thoughts way back in the day," she admitted, much to his surprise.
                He chuckled, then turned serious. "I'm only as good as you made me, Lois. After what happened at the Lexor, I was sure we'd never get to this place...where we're...I'm...able to be intimate. So, thank you."
                In response, she kissed him deeply. "I've told you, Clark, you're worth it."
                Together, they silently cleaned themselves once more, each tending to themselves this time. Then they stepped out of the shower stall and dried. Both had left their clothing in Clark's bedroom - Clark because he hadn't taken out anything to wear afterwards, and Lois' sleepwear in a neatly folded pile on the edge of the bed. They were just about to get dressed when Clark heard a knock at his door. Quickly, he pulled on a fresh pair of briefs and sweatpants, and retrieved his glasses from the bathroom. He cleaned the fog from them as he walked toward the door, placed the frames on his face, and draped his towel around his neck.
                "Hi, Clark," Mayson Drake said cheerfully as he opened the door. Her eyes raked over his bare chest and lingered there. "Did I catch you at a bad time?"
                "Hi, Mayson. No, no. I just stepped out of the shower, that's all. Is there something I can do for you?"
                "I, uh, was wondering if we could go over your statements for the court case? The Harwood case, I mean. Not the Luthor case. That one won't be for a while yet. But the Harwood case is being fast tracked. Everyone wants to see it come to a close as soon as possible. The trial starts a week from Monday."
                Clark was stunned. So soon?
                "Uh, sure," he said, shrugging and attempting to act casual. It bothered him a bit to see that Mayson had chosen to come to his home rather than simply call him and ask him to swing by her office.
                Lois was right about her, he decided. She really is trying to win me over or something.
                He ushered her inside. Lois poked out from Clark's bedroom, still only in her towel.
                "Clark? Who's there?" she called, drying her hair with a second towel. She glared when she saw Mayson. "What's she doing here?" she asked. Clark wasn't sure if he imagined a bit of a hiss to her voice.
                Mayson's gaze appraised Lois' towel-clad form. "Clearly I did interrupt something," she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else, not knowing that Clark could hear every word with his sensitive hearing.
                He ignored Mayson's obvious disappointment. "She wanted to go over the Harwood case one more time," he explained to Lois. "The trial is set to start soon."
                Again, she glared at their guest. "Interesting way she chooses to go about it," she quipped.
                Clark looked apologetically at Mayson. "Just give me a second to throw on a shirt," he said. Without waiting for an answer, he retreated into the bedroom.
                He rummaged around in his dresser before finally settling on a Daily Planet t-shirt he'd gotten when he'd first been hired to work for the paper. It was slightly oversized, but he liked it for its soft feel and for the wonderful memories attached to the garment. The shirts had been part of a charitable fund-raiser for the Coates Orphanage. He'd gladly paid for his shirt, as well as one for Lois, who'd been moved by the thoughtful gesture of the novice reporter she'd been saddled with as a partner. It had helped her soften a little toward him, which had eventually helped pave the way for their friendship.
                Lois disappeared into the bathroom with her own clothes. Clark noticed that she didn't even swap out the comfortable flannel pajama pants and worn purple sweatshirt for something more formal. It made him smile inside to see Lois so secure in their relationship that she didn't feel the need to put on some kind of show for Mayson to prove she was the one Clark had chosen. He did, however, take note as she breezed back into the bedroom, that she'd put her engagement ring back on. She'd left it on the nightstand with her watch and necklace when she'd gone in to shower. He'd seen it when he'd followed her into the bathroom. That made him smile too.
                So willing to fight for me, he mused, shaking his head. Even in the subtlest of ways.
                He checked his appearance in the mirror and ran his fingers through his damp hair, styling it closer to his normal Clark Kent look. In one place in the back, the water had slicked it down. It didn't quite resemble Superman's look, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. It was not something he wanted Mayson to have even the slightest chance of thinking about. His was a dangerous secret, and the Assistant DA, though not an evil woman by any means, wasn't exactly a champion for the alien hero.
                Happy with his appearance, he entered the kitchen. "Can I offer you a cup of coffee?" he asked the blonde woman.
                "Thank you, no," she replied, a bit stiffly.
                Upset Lois has "claimed" me, no doubt, he thought, suppressing a smile.
                It wasn't that he wanted Mayson to feel hurt. He never wanted anyone to have to suffer or hurt in any way. But seeing Lois so fiercely "marking her territory," so to speak, made him feel good about himself. He knew Lois loved him, but sometimes, it caught him off-guard to see just how deeply that love ran.
                He fixed himself a cup, then one for Lois, guessing she'd want one as well. It was a pretty rare occasion when Lois passed up coffee. He brought both mugs out into the living room and placed them on the table. He sat on the couch, facing Mayson. Silence reigned for several moments, until Lois came and sat next to him. She folded her legs up beneath herself and took her coffee in her hands.
                "Thanks," she told him, before taking a long sip of the hot liquid.
                "I, uh, really need to speak with Clark," Mayson said. "Alone."
                "Whatever you have to say to my fiancé, you can say in front of me," Lois said, not budging an inch.
                Unmoved, Mayson shifted her gaze to Lois. "I'm sorry, Lois. But this involves the case. I really can't speak to anyone except Clark about it."
                Clark heard the subtle change in Lois' breathing, indicating that she was losing what little patience she had. "Can't she just stay?" he asked. "It's not like she's going to say anything."
                "That's right," Lois said, jumping to prove him right. "I'm too close to the case to cover it for the paper. And that Harwood guy is a creep. I'd never do anything to mess up the trial."
                "She's right," Clark said calmly, before sipping from his mug. "Besides, we have no secrets between us. She already knows the whole story...everything we discussed in your office."
                Mayson looked uncertain. For a minute or two, she said nothing. Then, finally, she reluctantly nodded. "All right. But nothing leaves this room. Got it? And that's only because I need to leave town until the night before the trial starts, so we won't be able to reschedule."
                "My lips are sealed," Lois said, perhaps a little more sarcastically than was called for.
                Clark could see some of the tension uncoiling in Lois and dissipating. He knew she'd been anticipating a bigger fight out of Mayson. But now that there was nothing to argue about, she seemed to relax, if even only by a degree or two. He watched out of the corner of his eye while she sipped again from her mug of coffee. He put his arm around her waist, delighting in the subtle way she shifted and the way even more of the fight drained from her.
                For the better part of an hour, Clark and Mayson discussed the likely sequence of events once the trial would start. She went over the list of questions she would be asking him personally, and speculated on what the defense attorney might ask in return. Clark patiently listened to all she said, sipping now and again from his coffee and asking the occasional question.
                Outwardly, he knew he was the very picture of calm. Inwardly, though, he was nervous. He'd always known that the trial would be coming. But until now, it had been more of an abstract knowledge. With a firm date in mind for it to take place, it suddenly became all too real for him. Too soon, he would testify. Too soon, the world would know the indignities he'd suffered at Alex's hands. Too soon, he would face his abuser in a court of law, without the guise of Superman to hide behind. It scared him, plain and simple.
                At long last, Mayson finished with all she had to say. She asked if Clark had any further questions, but he shook his head. He couldn't think of anything that Mayson hadn't covered. If one thing was certain, it was that she was well-suited to her job. She'd anticipated most of his questions and considered every angle of the case.
                "Thanks for your time," Mayson said, as Clark showed her to the door. "Again, I apologize for having bothered you at home."
                "You did what you thought was best," Clark politely replied. "I'm just glad I could help."
                "I'll see you at the trial," the Assistant DA said, extending a hand.
                "See you then," Clark said, taking her hand and shaking it in a firm, businesslike manner.
                She put her back to him and began to walk away. For a moment, he watched her retreating form, in case she turned to add anything else to all she'd gone over with him. But she didn't. He closed the door and returned to Lois, sitting beside her on the couch.
                "Sorry," he apologized.
                Lois shot a look at the door and scowled. "It wasn't your fault. I just can't believe the nerve of that woman. Coming over to your apartment during the night. Giving you the flimsy excuse that she needed to discuss the trial."
                "But...she did discuss the case," he pointed out.
                Lois nodded. "I know. But she couldn't have called? Sent a messenger? Asked to have you meet her at her office this afternoon? No, Clark, I'm sorry to be the one to break it to you, but this whole thing wasn't normal."
                "Lois..."
                "No. She thought she'd catch you all alone at home. Maybe have a chance to flirt with you some more. Shameless, really."
                Clark cracked a grin. "Well, you sure put her in her place. Don't think either one of us missed the purposefulness in which you so casually flashed your ring around...and dropped the word 'fiancé' when you mentioned me."
                Lois blushed. "Yeah...well..."
                He kissed her temple. "Don't worry, I think it's sexy how ready you are to fight for me."
                "Really?"
                "Absolutely." He shrugged. "No one's ever fought for me before. Not since my parents died, at any rate. To have you so ready to...I don't know...stake your claim to me...it's kind of nice."
                She smiled at him. "Good. I'm glad you like it. Because I don't intend to ever stop."
                "I hope not," he said, giving her a wink. He took the last swallow of his coffee. "Another?" he asked her, raising his mug.
                She nodded. "Please. And do you still have any of those chocolates left over from our stakeout?"
                "The Swiss ones? Yeah, I think so." He set the coffeemaker and turned to his fridge. "Ah, here we go." He pulled out the box and handed it over.
                "Perfect."
                The strong smell of coffee wafted through the kitchen as Clark poured two fresh mugs. As always, he fixed them in their preferred ways, then followed her back to the couch. He set down the mugs and watched as Lois selected a chocolate caramel.
                "So," she said, after chewing and swallowing the chocolate morsel.
                "So," he repeated.
                "Are you okay? With the trial coming up so soon?" she asked gently.
                He hesitated a moment as he thought it over. "Yes and no," he finally admitted. "The idea of getting up there and exposing my past...that terrifies me. It was hard enough telling you, and you are the easiest person in the world for me to talk to. On the other hand, I just want this whole thing behind me. I'll feel better when...if...Alex is sentenced."
                "He will be," she said confidently.
                "I hope so."
                "How could he not be? The evidence against him...it's pretty staggering."
                "I know," he admitted, hanging his head briefly. "But, sometimes, I worry. We've both seen it before. Seen people found guilty we were all but certain were innocent. And seen not guilty verdicts delivered in cases we thought were iron-clad for a guilty charge."
                "Yeah, I guess that's true," she conceded. "Just...try not to worry about it. Okay?"
                "I'm trying not to. But I won't stop worrying until the verdict comes in."
                "It'll be fine," she assured him. "And you'll do great on the stand."
                "I'll do my best."
                Lois popped a chocolate covered cherry into her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. Clark followed her lead and took a piece of solid dark chocolate. He let it melt in his mouth slowly, savoring the flavor, and at a loss for words. He hated dwelling on the upcoming trial, but he also needed to mentally prepare himself at the same time.
                Listen to Lois, he told himself. She's right. You'll do fine, Clark. If you can conquer your intimacy fears, the trial should be a snap. But...Lois was the one who got you through that. He mentally sighed. No, Lois will get me through the trial too. She'll be there, watching when I take the stand, he reminded himself. And she'll be next to me the entire time when I'm not on the stand.
                "Honey? Are you all right?" Lois asked, concerned, and jarring him out of his thoughts.
                "Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in my thoughts."
                "Good ones, I hope."
                "Mostly. I was thinking that you'll be with me during the trial," he confessed, though he knew he was lying about his thoughts being mostly good.
                "Every minute of it," she promised.
                "And I appreciate that. Knowing you'll be there...that's what's going to get me through this."
                She moved closer to him and he took her into his arms. For a while, they just sat together, not saying a word, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Eventually, the clock softly chimed, alerting them to the passage of time. Clark glanced up at it, surprised by the hour. He hadn't realized it was getting so late. Lois noticed as well.
                "It's getting late," she said, stating the obvious.
                "Are you tired?"
                "A little. But I don't think I can sleep just yet."
                "Did you want to watch some TV or something?"
                "I guess so."
                Clark reached to one side and grabbed the remote. He handed the sleek black object to her.
                "Your choice," he said.
                She took the proffered device. As it left his hand, Clark's super hearing kicked in. His head cocked to one side of its own accord and his vision shifted to someplace far away.
                "What?" Lois asked.
                "Drive-by shooting down in Hobb's Bay," he said remorsefully. "Two dead. Four others injured. I gotta go."
                "I'll be here when you get back."
                "I know," he said with a half-smile. "Love you."
                "Stay safe," she called as he dashed off to the bedroom to change into his suit. "And I love you."
                He heard her as he launched himself off his terrace and shot away through the night. In seconds, he was at the scene, assisting the people who'd been shot. He assessed each of the four with a glance, then gingerly scooped up the one who was hurt the worst and flew them to the hospital, after getting a nod of approval from the first two police officers who'd arrived on the scene seconds before he had. It took Clark only minutes to transport them all.
                Once he was sure that the victims were all safe in the hands of trained medical personnel, he returned to the scene of the shooting. One of the officers flagged him over as soon as he was within sight. Clark landed lightly next to the man.
                "Officer," he acknowledged, inclining his head.
                "Superman, thanks for the help," the officer said as others examined the crime scene, roping it off with bright yellow tape.
                "Anytime," Clark assured him.
                "Can you help us one more time tonight?" the man asked. "We've got a bunch of officers in pursuit of the suspects, but we could really use a hand before anyone else gets hurt."
                "Of course. Where are they now?" Clark asked, his jaw set firmly as his resolve to catch the people responsible for the shooting took root.
                "Heading due west, out of the city."
                There was only one main artery leading out of the city in that direction, Clark knew. He also knew that had to be the road the suspects were traveling. All the others simply could not allow the suspects to gain the speed they would need, if they hoped to evade arrest.
                "I'm on my way," he said to the man, touching his shoulder briefly as if to convey his sincerity.
                He took off again, tearing through the night at top speed. He kept his eyes moving, searching up ahead and checking the ground below in an alternating pattern. He kept his ears tuned, listening for the tell-tale trace of sirens in the air. It wasn't long before he found what he was looking for. The wail of sirens came to him, distant, but unmistakable. He pushed himself even faster. In mere moments, flashing blue and red lights could be seen lighting up the night. Three heartbeats later, he could see the suspect's red sports car tearing down the highway.
                Clark saw the car weaving erratically, trying to avoid smashing into any of the other vehicles on the road. If he had to guess, it was more from an effort to make an escape rather than to avoid hurting themselves or others. He changed his angle and began his decent, speeding toward the car. He easily overtook the police cars who, he admitted, were doing an admirable job of tailing the suspects. They just couldn't get an opening which would allow them to force the other car to stop.
                He aimed for the fleeing sports car. Hovering just above the roof and keeping pace without even trying, he grabbed hold of the vehicle and began to lift. He heard muffled voices inside the car as the wheels left the pavement. He heard the change in sound and in the feel of the car as the driver eventually came to realize that he had no more choice in the matter. Escape would be futile. The wheels stopped spinning as the driver pulled his foot slowly from the accelerator.
                Clark flew the car over to the shoulder of the road, listening to the steady stream of curses coming from inside the vehicle. He heard four distinct voices in all, which made sense to him. The victims of the shooting had been on both sides of the street, and witnesses had said it had happened in the blink of an eye. There had to have been multiple shooters. Once at the shoulder, he set the vehicle down again, and popped the tires with his heat vision, to discourage a second attempt to escape. Then he leaned against the front bumper, daring the men within to try to run. No one moved. At least they weren't stupid enough to try and shoot him, he mused.
                Half a minute later, the police caught up, the wheels of the cruisers crunching on the gravel and debris on the shoulder of the road as they pulled up and surrounded the shooters' car. Clark opened the driver side door, took the gun from the driver's lap, and pulled the man out of the car. He passed him and the gun to the first two policewomen who reached him. Other officers went to retrieve the other occupants, weapons drawn and ready.
                Clark was pleased to see that the other men didn't resist. They dropped their weapons on the ground and surrendered, arms in the air until the police could handcuff them. Each one was trundled off to a separate cruiser, an officer watching their heads to ensure they didn't bump them as they climbed into the back seat.
                "Thanks, Superman," one of the female officers said, extending a hand.
                "My pleasure. Sorry about the car's wheels," he apologized. "I figured it would keep them in one place."
                "Not a problem. We'll have a tow truck come bring it to the impound," the woman replied. "We really do appreciate the help."
                "Is there anything else I can do?" he asked. "I can fly the car to where you need if you'd like."
                The woman shook her head, making her blonde ponytail bounce. "Thanks, but we're fine here. I'd hate to take you away from anyone else who might need you."
                "Okay," he said, nodding.
                Truth was, he'd been so focused on the car chase, he'd managed to block out the rest of the world. Now he listened intently for a moment, but the night was quiet. He gave the scene before him one final appraisal, then slowly lifted off, back up into the cold night sky. He flew back to Metropolis with all speed. Once inside the city limits, he slowed somewhat, deciding to give the city a swift patrol before returning home. He opened up his hearing, taking in all the sounds of the city, but he heard nothing out of the ordinary tangle of sounds the city housed twenty-four hours a day. He swept over the city in his normal patrol route, keeping a sharp eye out as well, but found nothing that needed his assistance. Happy that all seemed to be well, he headed for home.
                Lois was already in bed when he arrived, sitting propped up with pillows and reading a book. Clearly, she'd given up on the television, if she'd ever even given it a chance. She looked up and smiled as he stepped through the doorway from the terrace.
                "Everything okay?" she asked.
                He bobbed his head in a nod. "Yeah. The victims are all at the hospital now. Mostly non-threatening wounds, except for one of them. Two dead though."
                "Did they get the people responsible?"
                Again he nodded, unzipping his suit in the back and tugging it off. "Yeah. Four guys in one car. The youngest couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen."
                "Gang related, you think?"
                "Probably," he said, hanging the suit in his closet. He slipped into bed. "It had all the hallmarks of gang work. All of the victims were from the Suicide Slum Lords. The shooters I recognized as being part of Intergang."
                "And Intergang has always been the Slum Lords' biggest rival," Lois said thoughtfully.
                "Right. The police have them in custody. I'm sure we'll know for certain soon. In the meantime, I'd hoped the Intergang activity would settle down a bit with Luthor behind bars."
                "Acting out of retaliation?" she asked.
                He shrugged. "I don't know. Probably not though. The Slum Lords didn't have anything to do with the bust."
                "Well, in either case, I'm glad you're home," Lois said, snuggling up into his side. "I missed you."
                "I missed you too," he said, holding her close.
                Lois yawned, though she attempted to hide it.
                "Let's get some sleep," Clark suggested, carefully situating them further into the pillows and bed sheets. "It's been quite a day."
                "A good day for you," Lois reminded him, her hand darting down to the front of his underwear and giving him a light squeeze through the thin cotton fabric.
                Clark moaned happily. "The best day," he corrected. "For both of us."
                "And it's only going to get better," Lois said. "I promise."
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