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Broken	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Man, you are one lucky guy, CK," Jimmy said, as he and Clark stood together before the small group of gathered family and friends. "Lois is a good woman."
                "I know," Clark said, whispering back. "Sometimes, I still can't believe my luck."
                "You know I couldn't be happier for the two of you."
                "I appreciate it."
                "Nervous at all?"
                Clark shook his head. "No way." He smiled at his friend. "Why would I be?"
                "She could decide not to show up," Jack teased him, from where he stood next to Jimmy.
                In the short few months since the trial, the young man had finally been able to start working at the Daily Planet. Though he'd been rough around the edges at first, and had driven Perry almost crazy with his irreverent attitude, he'd slowly softened and become an invaluable employee. And though Perry still good-naturedly complained about Jack, Clark knew that his boss had accepted the teen as part of his "family." Just as Lois, Clark, and Jimmy were all, to some degree, Perry's adopted "children," so too had Jack been accepted into the fold.
                Seeing Jack at work every day had allowed a fast friendship to sprout between Clark and the teen. As with Jimmy, Clark felt as though he'd gained a new brother. Several times, he and Jack had taken off after work to hit the park for a game of basketball, or to see a movie, or just to talk. Jack and his brother, Denny, still faced their own uphill battles, but they had adjusted well to the halfway house the Superman Foundation ran. Both boys were catching up on schooling they had missed through a specialized program the Metropolis Board of Education had recently started. Denny sometimes accompanied his brother when he and Clark spent time together after work, but the boy's ordeal with Alex had left him distant. Clark hoped the sessions with the halfway house's staff therapist would help heal the scars that had been left behind. He dreaded to think that Denny might one day face the types of internal battles Clark had once faced.
                Jimmy elbowed Jack, hard. "Not cool, man."
                Jack shrugged. "What? It's true."
                Clark knew the younger man was joking with him. Still, waiting for Lois to arrive was torture. Every minute felt like a week.
                "Thanks, Jack," he replied dryly. "Good to know we've got all the possibilities covered. Jimmy, you've got the rings, right?"
                Jimmy patted his breast pocket. "Safe and sound."
                Clark nodded. One less thing to worry about.
                "So, are you ready for this?" Jimmy asked, making small talk.
                "I was born ready," Clark replied.
                Despite his initial misgivings about his ability to be a complete husband to Lois, he'd always felt like he'd been born to love her. He'd been all over the planet, seen millions of faces, met thousands of people, both as Clark and as Superman. No one had ever captured his fancy or his heart. No one but Lois. It was as if loving only her was coded directly into his DNA.
                "That's what I like to hear," Perry chimed in, from his place behind them.
                After talking with Perry about their tentative wedding plans, just after Alex's sentence had been passed, Lois and Clark had discovered that their boss was a minister ordained with the First Church of Blue Suede Deliverance. At first, they hadn't quite believed him, but he'd shown them the paperwork. They were stunned to find that not only was that a legitimate church, but that it was legal for their boss to marry them. Touched by his offer to officiate for them if they wished it, and figuring that no one else knew them half so well as their boss, they had agreed that he should be the one to do it. Now he stood behind Clark in the cramped, old stone chapel, waiting for Lois to arrive so that he could begin the ceremony.
                Clark looked around the chapel, taking in all of the details with his keen vision. It was very old, but well kept, though the evidence of the passage of time was still evident. Tapestries depicting angels lined the walls, helping to absorb the sound so that it didn't echo off the exposed stone. In the far back, beyond the rows of pews and in an out of the way niche, candles burned merrily, lit by the faithful in the memory of deceased loved ones, or perhaps as offerings to the saints in exchange for a bit of heavenly intercession.
                "It's a beautiful place, CK," Jimmy commented after a moment. Clark wondered if Jimmy had been watching as he'd eyed the place.
                "It really is," he said softly. "Lois' great-grandparents were married here."
                "Really? That's sweet," the photographer said, smiling.
                When Jimmy fell silent again, Clark stretched out his hearing. He went only so far as the street out beyond the doors of the aging chapel. He glanced at his watch as he did so. Lois was already five minutes late. He hoped everything was all right. He knew she couldn't possibly have cold feet over the wedding. She was the one who had streamlined the entire thing, wanting to marry him as quickly as she could. Still, it had taken a few months before they could get an opening at the chapel, so they had been forced to wait until May, which had been their original plan to begin with. Getting married in that chapel had been the one thing Lois had absolutely set her heart on.
                Finally, Clark heard what he was searching for. Lois' voice, talking non-stop with her father.
                "It's fine," he heard her saying. "But this is why I wanted to leave earlier. Those red lights cost us time. Poor Clark must be going out of his mind, wondering where I am."
                "I'm sure he's fine, Princess," came Sam's weary voice. Apparently Lois had been going at it for more than a few minutes.
                "You don't understand," Lois said in reply.
                "I do, believe me. Your mother was almost twenty minutes late on our wedding day. I thought she'd changed her mind."
                "So, you do know what it's like."
                "Yes, but we're barely five minutes late," Sam argued.
                Lois huffed. "I really can't even discuss this right now."
                Clark heard the click of her heels on the sidewalk as soon as the car pulled to a stop. "Come on, Daddy. Hurry."
                "I'm coming," Sam replied with a grumble. Then, in a softer voice, "You must really love this guy. I remember a time when you swore you'd never marry."
                "I really do. Clark's the best thing that's ever happened to me. And, if I hadn't met him, I probably would have stuck with that promise and never married. No one else can possibly make me feel the way Clark does."
                "Well, I'm happy for you, Princess. I really am."
                "Thanks, Daddy."
                Clark cut back to his normal hearing range as he heard them mount the final steps and begin to open the door. Even without his enhanced hearing, the creak of the ancient doors was unmistakable. Everyone turned at the sound, knowing that the bride had finally arrived. Clark's eyes were riveted to the back as the doors swung open.
                This is it, he thought to himself, letting a smile play across his lips.
                The doors finally opened fully. Father and daughter entered the chapel, arm-in-arm. Clark's breath caught in his throat as he looked at Lois. She'd kept her dress a strict secret from him, refusing to give him any details about it, other than that it was "white and pretty." Clark didn't think "pretty" did it any justice. The gown she wore was stunningly gorgeous. Satin and form fitting, it showed every curve of her body perfectly. Rhinestones glittered as she moved and they caught the light.
                Each step she took nearer to him made his heart pound faster. She locked eyes with him and shared his smile. Clark's mouth went dry and he had to remind himself to swallow and breathe, so caught up in the moment as he was. Finally, mercifully, she reached the small altar. Sam lifted her veil, kissed her cheek, then placed her hand into Clark's. Together, Lois and Clark faced Perry.
                "Dearly beloved," Perry began, his soft Southern drawl echoing mildly in the stone space, despite the efforts of the tapestries to deaden the sound. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of Clark Kent and Lois Lane, in the sacrament of holy matrimony. Now, I've known Lois for many years, since she first came into the Daily Planet as a college student looking for an internship. I remember being struck with her determination, her diligence, her confidence, and her intelligence. Clark here - I don't know him as long. Just about two and a half years now, give or take a couple of months. What I do remember is, when I first paired him with Lois, how he, out of everyone on my staff, could hold his own with Lois. He refused to be sidelined and gave as good as he got."
                There was general laughter from those gathered. It was no secret that Lois had built up so many defensive walls in those early days, that she had been hardened and bitter toward others and the world in general. Lois blushed, but did not look upset at the Chief's joke.
                "What I remember most though, is thinking that there'd never been a finer pair," Perry continued, smiling at them both. "Both professionally and casually. Not only did they make a killer reporting team, but I got to witness a beautiful friendship develop between them. And that friendship became a perfect romance. Now, it is my great honor to join them in marriage."
                Perry opened the thin binder in his hands and began the ceremony in earnest. Clark's heart was racing. It was a struggle to keep from floating as they drew nearer to their vows. And then, suddenly, it was time to say the words.
                "Clark, Lois," Perry said, looking from one to the other. "I understand you've written your own vows." They nodded. "Clark, you want to go first?"
                Clark cleared his throat and looked deep into Lois' eyes. The rest of the room ceased to exist for him. There was only Lois. He took her hands in his own.
                "Lois," he began, his voice slightly trembling with excitement. He cleared his throat again softly, then went on.   "For a long time, I was lost. Totally and completely lost. I was alone and hurting, never feeling like I belonged anywhere. My sense of home was shattered.   And then I met you. In that instant, I knew that I finally belonged. I regained my sense of home. In that instant, I knew love."
                He paused for a moment, pushing past a lump in his throat. "But I was still, in many ways, a broken and incomplete man. You changed all of that. You healed the broken parts of my life. You made me whole. You made me see beauty in the world that I had long forgotten existed. You are the other half of my soul and my heart. I love you, Lois. Now and for always. From the second I first laid eyes on you, you held my heart. I've always trusted you to keep it safe, and you have. I promise that I will spend the rest of my life loving you and trying to make you feel as good as you make me feel. Everything that I am, everything that I have, is yours. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life at your side as your husband."
                He could see the glimmer of a tear in Lois' eye as her voice faltered for a moment before she could say her own vows.
                "Clark, you are my best friend. I never really knew what that meant until I met you. I'm just glad you gave me a chance and that you never gave up on me. I, too, was broken before you came into my life. You healed those damaged parts of me, starting from the moment Perry introduced us. It just took me a little while to realize it." She smiled tenderly at him.
                "I didn't have much of a life before I met you. I'd walled myself off from the world. But you knocked those walls down with nothing more than a kind word, a listening ear, and unfailing manners. You say that I held your heart. The truth is, you've always held mine too, even if I didn't realize it at the time. You made falling in love with you the easiest thing in the whole world. I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you. I love you, Clark. I always will. And I will do everything in my power to be there and support you with all that I have, all the days of my life."
                Perry smiled at her. "The rings?"
                Jimmy fished them out of his pocket. "Here," he whispered, putting them in Perry's outstretched palm.
                Clark picked up Lois' ring and slid it over her finger. Repeating after Perry, he said, "With this ring, I thee wed."
                Lois took Clark's ring and did the same, repeating the same words. As the ring passed over his skin and came to rest at the base of his finger, he felt his heart nearly explode with happiness. He was now forever bound to Lois as her husband.
                "Clark, Lois, by the power vested in me by the state of New Troy and the First Church of Blue Suede Deliverance, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Clark, you may now kiss your bride."
                But Clark hadn't waited. His lips sought out Lois' before Perry was even finished speaking. Dimly, he was aware of a few delighted chuckles from those gathered, but he didn't care. All that mattered was that he was kissing his wife. He was a married man. He was truly complete.
                "Ladies and gentleman, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Kent!" Perry proudly proclaimed, just before thunderous applause rocked the intimate stone setting.
                Clark was barely aware of anything more than Lois. Later, he could only provide sketchy details of leaving the chapel with his bride, and of tumbling into the waiting limo, which whisked them away to the reception Ellen Lane had planned. Lois hadn't really wanted much of a party, just a few family and close friends to celebrate with, but Ellen hadn't wanted to hear about it. She'd gone ahead and planned the reception she'd always wanted her daughter to have. Instead of fighting, Lois had given her mother free reign, choosing, instead, to spend her time with Clark, finding a new place for them both to live. They had only just moved to their new home on Hyperion Avenue a week before.
                At the reception venue, they were quickly swept away by Jimmy, who'd offered his services as their photographer, then into meeting and greeting their guests. By the time the first course was being served, Clark's head was spinning. All he wanted was a moment alone with his wife. Shortly before dinner, they managed to sneak off to the private bridal suite that had been set aside for them. Lois looked as relieved as he did to finally get away from the party for a few minutes to be alone.
                "What a day, huh?" Clark said as he sank into the white leather couch in the room.
                Lois nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Mom really went overboard. I'm sorry, Clark. I should have kept more control over this whole thing than I did. I know you hate being the center of attention like this."
                "It's okay," he assured her. "If you're happy, I'm happy. And, honestly, would it have been worth the fights you and Ellen would have inevitably gotten into?" he asked with a wry smile.
                Lois laughed. "Guess not. Still, it's nice to get away from everything for a couple of minutes."
                Clark nodded. "Yeah."
                "Think we can sneak off early?"
                "Why? Not having fun?"
                Lois shook her head. "It's just that I'm a little anxious to get to the honeymoon part of this night."
                Her words had an instant impact on him. He, too, had been daydreaming about their wedding night. Even though they hadn't stopped making love in anticipation of their honeymoon, the way some couples did, he was looking forward to being with his wife, not his fiancée.
                "Looks like I'm not the only one," Lois observed, looking at the bulge that was steadily taking shape in the front of Clark's rented tuxedo pants. She strode across the suite and clicked the lock on the door shut.
                "Lo-is," Clark said. "What are you doing?"
                "How long do you think we have before Mom finds us?"
                Clark knew what his expression must have looked like. "What? You don't mean...here? Now?"
                Lois gave him a sultry smile. "Don't pretend you don't want it," she teased.
                God, did he want it!
                Lois walked back over to him and sat in his lap. She nibbled at his earlobe, further inciting his desire. Then she whispered in his ear, sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body.
                "I want to make love to my husband," she said.
                Clark didn't care if it was the appropriate time or place. Not anymore. His need to be one with Lois was too great. Already, he felt the immense pressure in his balls, begging for release. He kissed Lois' neck and slid his hand up her dress, bringing the satin material with him as he moved.
                "Oh, Lois," he moaned into her neck.
                He fumbled for his fly, found it, and unzipped it. He was about to reach in for his straining member when a knock pounded at the door. Both his and Lois' concentration snapped.
                "Lois? Lois? Are you in there?" Ellen demanded from the other side.
                Lois rolled her eyes. She didn't look like she was going to answer.
                "Lois? Open this door!"
                "What, Mom?" she finally said, not moving from Clark's lap.
                "Dinner's served. Do you think you'd like to come and rejoin the party? I mean, after all, it is in your honor. You and Clark. Is he in there with you? I haven't seen him around."
                Lois stood and smoothed her dress. Clark felt his face flush.
                "Yes, Mother. Clark's here. He just..." she fumbled for a moment, looking for a lie. She motioned for Clark to straighten his clothing. "Spilled some pasta sauce on his jacket," she finally settled on. "We'll be out there in a couple of minutes. Okay?"
                "Well...just hurry up, okay?"
                "Yes, Mother," Lois said, rolling her eyes.
                "Great," Clark groaned as he listened to Ellen's retreating footsteps. "Now your mother probably thinks I'm a slob as well as an un-pedigreed loser."
                Lois could see he was joking. "Better than the dirty little man who was about to get lucky in the bridal suite," she joked back.
                Clark laughed at that. "True. So, I guess we have to rejoin the party, huh?"
                Lois nodded reluctantly. "I guess. Either way, she kind of killed the mood."
                Clark nodded. "Yep." He reached for the doorknob.
                "Wait," Lois said, ushering him toward the private bathroom in the suite. She wet a paper towel and rubbed at an imaginary spot on his tuxedo jacket. "There. Now Mom won't be any wiser of why we were really in here."
                The rest of the night passed by too slowly for Clark's liking, yet later, it felt all a blur to him. He wanted desperately to get out of the limelight. With the exception of Superman, he wasn't comfortable being the center of attention - and with Superman, it was simply a matter of necessity that made him tolerate all the watchful eyes on him. That, and he'd long since accepted that Superman was an object of curiosity, as well as a figure people had adopted as a role model.
                Finally, the cake was cut and he and Lois had their chance to slip away. All their guests had been greeted and thanked for their attendance at the wedding. The Lanes thought they had an early flight to Hawaii to catch in the morning, when, in actuality, they would be flying Superman Express. It was only natural for the bride and groom to cut out of the reception a little on the early side.
                "I'm glad that's over," Clark confided as he opened the passenger side door of Lois' Jeep, which Jimmy had driven over to the reception hall for them.
                "Me too," Lois confessed as she sat down in the seat.
                Clark jogged around the car and got into the vehicle on the driver's side. "Now we can finally move on to the most important part of the night." He looked over at Lois and waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
                "Mmm," Lois hummed, grinning at him.
                Clark put the car in gear and began to drive back to their new home. "Jimmy and Lucy seemed to be having a good time tonight. They were dancing together most of the night."
                "I saw that," Lois said, smiling.
                "Maybe there's another wedding in the Lanes' future," Clark commented.
                "We'll see. They'd make a good match, I think. Lucy could use the stability in her life and Jimmy could use a little of Lucy's wildness."
                "Could be," Clark agreed. "So, how does it feel to be a married woman?"
                "Amazing," came her immediate reply. "How's it feel to be a married man?"
                "Like I'm finally complete," he said. "I've waited my whole life to feel this way."
                He turned down a side street. From the overcast sky came a rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning. He frowned at the weather.
                "Not sure flying to Hawaii tonight is the best choice," he said, mostly to himself.
                "It doesn't matter," Lois said, shaking her head. "All that matters is that it's our wedding night."
                "I do love the sound of that," Clark said, grinning and driving just a little bit faster.
                It didn't take too long to reach their house. Clark parked right up front. He dashed around to Lois' door to open it for her. An ominous peal of thunder rolled in the heavens. Clark could smell the moisture in the air, could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up in the charged air. It would be a matter of minutes, probably, before the rain would come. He opened Lois' door and helped her out, then swept her off her feet while she nearly shrieked a giggle. Carefully, he carried her to the door and, after a casual glance around to make sure no one was watching, he supported her weight with one arm while he unlocked it. Then he carried her over the threshold.
                "Welcome home, Mrs. Kent," he whispered in her ear.
                "God, I love the sound of that."
                "What? Home?" he teased.
                She slapped his chest playfully. "I meant the Mrs. Kent part, lunkhead."
                Clark chuckled. "Shall I take you to your room, my queen?"
                "You can take me to our room," she instructed.
                Clark kicked the door shut behind him and started for the stairs. He mounted them two at a time in his haste to get his bride to the bedroom.
                "In a hurry, are we?" Lois asked, giggling and playing with the collar of his shirt.
                "You have no idea," he replied, giving her a lopsided grin. "But it's your fault. Getting me all riled up in the bridal suite earlier."
                They reached the landing and Clark carried Lois into the bedroom, where he gently placed her down on the bed.
                "Have I mentioned how stunning you looked today?" he asked, gazing at her with absolute wonder and awe.
                "Only about a dozen times," she teased.
                "Well, then let me say it again," Clark said, leaning over her and kissing her lips lightly. "Because you were absolutely stunning today. As always," he added, giving her a wink as he pushed away from the bed again.
                "And so were you," Lois replied. "I even heard Cindy complaining to Cat about why can't she find guys as 'hot' as you. Her exact choice in wording."
                Clark took off his jacket and bowtie, hanging them on hangers to keep them neat. "Oh yeah?" he asked.
                Lois nodded. "Mmmhmm," she hummed in agreement. "And Cat was eyeing you like a piece of meat, all night long."
                Clark chuckled. "With Cat, I'm not surprised. Still, I didn't notice. There was only one woman I had eyes for, and she was in the white dress."
                "You've always treated me like the center of the universe," Lois said, giving him a loving smile.
                "That's because, to me, you are," he said. He toed off his shoes and socks, kicking them to one side. Then he moved toward Lois again. "You are the center of my universe, Lois."
                "And you are mine," she said standing and embracing him.
                Outside, a rumble of thunder rent the air and the rain started to splatter against the windows.
                "Looks like we made it home just in time," Lois observed.
                "Looks like it," Clark agreed. "Isn't rain on your wedding day supposed to be good luck though?"
                "I think so. Either way, I can promise you that you are about to get very lucky," she said, giving him a wicked look.
                Clark involuntarily growled, deep in his throat. He reached for the zipper down the back of Lois' gown. He deftly unzipped it and let the material part. Since it was strapless, the satin immediately fell away to pool at Lois' ankles. Clark took a brief moment to take in the lacy white strapless bra and the satiny panties.
                "What is that?" he asked, chuckling a little.
                The rhinestones glittered from their place on her panties, carefully placed to make Superman's famous S shield.
                "I thought they'd be cute," Lois said with a shrug as she unsnapped the hooks of her bra and let it fall away to join her gown on the floor. "After all, I am part of the House of El now, as much as I am a Kent."
                "I hadn't thought of it that way," Clark admitted. "You are way too cute, Lois."
                She shrugged again. "I try. Now, are you going to take off that shirt, or am I going to have to tear it off, loaner or not?"
                Clark chuckled and hastily obliged in unbuttoning the offending fabric. He hung that up as well.
                "Better?" he asked.
                "Getting there," she said, stepping before him and grabbing hold of the waistband of his pants. "But not quite there yet."
                She deftly unbuckled his belt, then worked the button open before moving onto his fly. Again grabbing at his waistband, she pulled him toward the bed. The back of her legs hit the side of the bed and she allowed herself to fall back onto the comforter. Clark landed awkwardly atop her. She smiled seductively as she cupped the front of his briefs through the access point she'd just made. He was already growing hard, he knew that. Lois seemed satisfied.
                "Hello, husband," she said.
                "Hello, wife," he replied before landing another kiss on her lips.
                "I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of hearing that," Lois said when their kiss ended.
                "Good. Because I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of saying it," Clark said.
                Lois gave him a gentle squeeze, sending an immediate surge of blood to his groin. "You can keep saying it later," she said.
                Clark moaned in reply as Lois manipulated him through the cotton briefs he wore. He pushed the tuxedo pants down past his hips and let them slide down his legs to his ankles. Then he stepped out of them, climbing onto the bed as he did so. Together, he and Lois moved toward the pillows, resting their heads there for a moment.
                "I love you, Lois," Clark said as he held her to him.
                "And I love you, Clark."
                "Thank you, for the most amazing day of my life."
                "It's not over yet," she reminded him.
                She kissed the sensitive spot beneath his ear while reaching for his manhood, still trapped as it was within the confines of his underwear. She sought out the opening in the front and reached inside to touch him, skin to skin. He groaned in pleasure as the rest of his body responded. His own hand went questing as well, finding the apex of her thighs and rubbing her through the satin barrier of her bejeweled panties. She gasped into his neck when he first found her swollen and sensitive nub.
                For several minutes, they silently played with one another, each stoking the fires of the other's passion, each waiting for the moment when the other might break and beg for the next step. Clark was the first to break, his steel willpower naught but dust while under Lois' touch.
                "Please," he begged.
                He caught her wrist with his free hand, then extracted it gently from within his briefs. He brought it to the waistband. Lois got the hint and shifted so she could get a better angle, then she slid them from his hips, leaving him completely nude before her eyes.
                "I'll never get used to how handsome you are," she said, giving him a lingering look.
                "Funny, I feel the same way about you," he replied in earnest.
                It was his turn now to finish undressing his wife. He placed a trail of kisses down her body, from her lips, down over her neck, between her breasts, to her stomach, and finally stopping at the edge of her panties. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs beneath the satin at her hips and tugged them downward over her long legs. He could tell by the way she was writhing that it was borderline torture for her. But nothing was going to make him rush. Not tonight. Tonight, he intended to make sure that everything was perfect for her. Of course, he'd always done his best to ensure that their lovemaking was as perfect for Lois as possible, but there had been, on occasion, frantic quickies before work or on lunch breaks.
                Not tonight.
                Tonight he would take it slow and steady, even if it killed him. And, judging from the raging ache in his manhood, he guessed that was a real possibility. Still, if it killed him, he would at least die a happy man.
                He finally slid Lois' panties past her ankles, freeing them from her body. He tossed them over his shoulder, hearing them fall to the floor as they landed. He smiled as he gazed down at her naked form. But Lois soon reached for him, stroking his hard and aching length.
                "Are you going to join me or what?" she asked playfully.
                Clark moaned in response, trying to find his voice. It appeared to have fled him, along with the ability to think, at her touch. Her touch, her presence - it was all so intoxicating for Clark, now more than ever, knowing they were truly husband and wife.
                "Just lay back," he instructed her, before placing another butterfly light kiss on her stomach. "Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel."
                He knelt before her and spread her legs apart to give him access to his goal. He bent his head and kissed her sensitive nub. He could hear the sharp intake of her breath as he made contact, but the sound was one of pleasure. Encouraged, he kissed her again, before poking his tongue out of his mouth to tease that bundle of nerves.
                "Oh," Lois gasped above him. "Oh, God, Clark."
                He stifled his smile and concentrated, instead, on his task. When Lois began to writhe on the bed, he knew he was hitting all the right spots. He lapped at her mound for a time before moving slightly so that he could thrust his questing tongue within her waiting entrance. Again he heard her gasp. This time, however, it sounded like a mix between surprise and pleasure. It made him stiffen further to hear it.
                Clark reached down with his right hand and took hold of himself, languidly stroking as he worked at Lois. When he could no longer stand to be parted from her, and when he thought she was ready for him, he broke off his silent worship of her body. Again he positioned himself so that he was kneeling between her legs. With his knees, he gently spread her smooth legs a little wider, before grabbing hold of himself once more. Slowly, he lowered himself atop her, supporting his weight with his knees and free hand.
                Finding her waiting entrance, he guided himself into his wife and sank himself until he was fully encased in her slick passage. His hand, now free, went to join the other in keeping the majority of his weight off Lois. He was forever conscious of how he might inadvertently harm her during their love making.
                He stayed as he was for a moment, content to be one with Lois and looking into her eyes. He wished he had the words to tell her just how much he loved her. But even as he thought, his instinctual need propelled his body into motion. Without so much as a conscious thought, he began to thrust, deeply and firmly, at a pace that fell somewhere between casual and urgent. He could feel the pressure steadily growing in his balls and each time he slid home, he brought himself closer to the edge. He tried to push such thoughts from his mind, tried to focus only on Lois.
                His body, however, would not cooperate with his intentions. Closer and closer it crept, seeking the bliss of release. His consolation was that he could sense that Lois was growing nearer to her orgasm as well. He bent his neck and licked one perky, hardened nipple, making her cry out in ecstasy. Then he fastened his lips on hers, knowing she could taste herself on his lips. She kissed him back just as eagerly and wrapped her legs about his waist, forcing him to penetrate even more deeply with each thrust of his hips. He felt her lock her ankles at the small of his back.
                That was too much for him. He let out a cry that became muffled in Lois' lips as he came hard. His hips continued pump as wave after wave of satisfaction washed over his body and his seed continued to shoot into her depths. Breathless, he broke his kiss with Lois and tossed his head back a bit as the last of his orgasm began to fade. Then he all but collapsed on top of Lois, still thrusting into her, his manhood sated but not yet ready to leave her.
                Not until she had joined him in bliss, he promised himself.
                Panting and with his heart hammering wildly, he continued to move within her. By degrees, her breathing changed. He could hear the whimper in her throat as she inched toward her climax. Then, suddenly, it took her. Her inner muscles clenched and pulsed around Clark's shaft. Her back arched and she cried out into the night, picking up where a rumble of thunder left off.
                When at last she was still, Clark felt himself going limp and slipping from his home within her. He begrudgingly rolled off her and lay to one side, cuddling Lois to his naked body. He kissed her again, this time, a chaste one, as he still struggled to bring his breathing and heart rate back to normal.
                "That was...wow," he said after a couple of minutes, during which, only the rain had broken the silence.
                "Yeah," she agreed.
                "Best I've ever had," he continued. "I mean, it's always fantastic with you, Lois. You know that, right? But tonight? Just...wow."
                "Me too," she replied.
                "I guess maybe it's because now we're finally one. Not just two joined bodies, but two hearts made one in marriage. I've never felt this way before. Until today, when we said our vows, it never really seemed like a real possibility for me - to be married, to have a family of my own. And now, here we are. Husband and wife. A new and perfect family."
                "And when the time is right," Lois added, snuggling deeper into his chest, "we'll add to that family. But, for now, I agree. We're a pretty perfect family of two."
                Clark heard Lois yawn. He couldn't blame her for being tired. It had been a very long, busy, and exciting day. Even he was beginning to feel the Siren call of sleep calling to him, despite his wish that he could spend the entire night making love to his wife. It didn't take Lois long to drift off to dreamland. For a time, Clark lay awake, listening to the rhythmic patter of the rain on the windows and the ever more distant sounds of thunder.
                When he finally drifted off to sleep himself, he did so with a smile on his face. He'd beaten the odds and overcome his fears. He'd finally freed himself of the mental chains he'd been limited by, ever since the night he'd turned sixteen and found himself at Alex's mercy. Lois had patiently and single-handedly repaired the damages the other man had made, had filled the gaping wounds in his heart and in his mind.
                Now, Clark was at peace. He was whole, unbroken, and married to his soul mate.
                It was enough.
                The End.
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