By Sheryl Olson
Summary: Clark tells Lois how he feels about her dating Dan Scardino — with interesting results. A steamy little story.
Lois opened the door to her apartment to find him standing outside.
"I think we need to talk," he said simply.
"Yes, I suppose we do," she said as she opened the door, allowing him to enter.
Lois closed the door behind him, slowly turning to face him. But before she could move away from the door, he cornered her against it, placing both of his hands on the door on either side of her head. He still stood at arm's length, but she could feel the heat of his body. Lois could have moved away if she had wanted to, but she found that she was satisfied to remain where she was.
"Don't date Scardino," he said firmly.
Normally this kind of command, especially coming from a man, would enrage Lois. But she looked into his eyes, seeing a determination there she had not seen in a long time. The resolve coming from this mild-mannered reporter was not only unexpected, but highly intriguing. And more than a little arousing.
"And why not?" she asked, haughtily. "It's not like I've had any better offers lately."
"I'm offering," he said.
"What? What are you offering?" she asked impatiently, staring into his eyes.
"Myself—everything I am—to you. We were meant to be together."
"Really?" she said skeptically, though she knew he was right.
"Prove it," she dared, part of her hoping that he wouldn't, that he'd back off, because maybe she wasn't ready for this after all…
But Clark moved closer, removing his hands from the door behind her. Their bodies were not yet touching, but Lois could feel the electricity between them.
He gently touched her neck with his index finger, stroking the curve of her throat. "Has anyone else's touch ever made you feel like this?" he asked seductively, moving his finger down her throat to the glimpse of breastbone showing between the folds of her blouse.
Her body instantly responded to his touch; she could hear the blood pounding in her ears. Her breath quickened, but she remained silent.
"How about this?" he asked, placing his silky lips to her throat and nuzzling her briefly before kissing her there—fleeting kisses that felt more like feathers tickling her skin than flesh. She could feel his hot breath on her throat.
"Or this?" he whispered, grasping her by the nape of her neck and gently pulling her forward. His lips touched hers only briefly before his mouth opened, drawing her in, not quite against her will.
"No," she finally admitted in a strangled whisper, between kisses. She had not meant to say it aloud, not meant to let him know the power he had over her. But even without words, Clark would know it by her body's potent response.
Lois pushed him away from the door, twirling their bodies around so that it was now Clark pressed up against the door. Her body had a will of its own; its entire length was pressed against Clark, pushing into him harder and harder. Her lips drove into his, urging him on.
Finally, her mind took control and she managed to tear herself away from him. She stared at him for a moment while she regained her composure.
"Your offer is very appealing, Clark. But it's just words. Show me you mean it." She turned away from him, walking to the middle of the room, where she turned to face him once more. "Since I've first met you, I've felt you've been keeping something from me. Share that secret now, Clark. Bare your soul to me," she finished, sardonically.
His eyes shifted. She saw that flicker of panic in his eyes and knew that she was right.
"I love you," was all he said.
She laughed. "Nice try, Clark. I know that's not your biggest secret. Though by the way you've been acting lately, it certainly was _one_ of your secrets," she added snidely.
"I'm sorry about that." He seemed sincere.
She stared at him. "Well, what's the real secret?" she demanded.
"Maybe I don't want to tell you, until I know how you feel about me."
"It should be pretty obvious how I feel about you after that," she said, nodding towards the door.
"I want to hear you say it," he said, moving closer.
"I want you, Clark. I want you now. I want you like I've never wanted anyone in my life," she said, jokingly at first, but by the time she had finished, she knew that she was dead serious.
He moved toward her, ready to fulfill her desires.
She put her hand up, stopping him. "First, the secret."
Something Completely Different—Part II
Clark stood there, shifting uncomfortably. He looked at her, then at the door. He reached up to adjust his glasses. It was obvious he was planning his escape.
"You talk a very good game, Clark. But when it's your turn to play, you suddenly have something better to do," Lois said, her voice tight with barely controlled anger and hurt.
"I'm not leaving," he said, apparently resigned to the situation.
She waited a moment for him to continue. "I'm listening," she finally prompted.
"I'm afraid to tell you."
"You have no choice," she said coldly, without hesitation, her eyes hard. "Tell me, or there can be nothing more between us."
Her face burned with the knowledge that her promise was a lie. She would never be able to stay away from him. His touch, his kisses, had seared her skin, branding her forever.
But she knew that Clark felt the same way about her, and she could use that to her advantage. Lois walked slowly to where he stood.
"Could you live without this, Clark?" she asked, continuing his game, as she stroked his hard chest. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her hands moved up to his neck. Grasping the back of his head, she pulled him toward her, and her lips went to his neck.
"How about this?" she said, mockingly, as her tongue explored the curve of his throat and the underside of his jaw. "Could you live without my love? Could you live without having me in your bed?" she whispered.
Clark responded instantly; he tilted his head down in an attempt to kiss her mouth. Lois, her body responding quickly to his, forgot her objective for a moment. She had lifted her head up, prepared to answer his invitation, when she caught herself. She pushed him away even as the hunger inside her begged to be sated.
"No," she gasped, trying to catch her breath while she held him at arm's length. "Tell me now, or leave."
"I'll tell you if you promise not to see Scardino again," he offered, his jaw set with determination.
"Fine." Scardino meant nothing to her. Clark meant everything. She crossed her arms in front of her, and waited, her heart racing; she didn't know what to expect.
"I'm Superman," he said simply, taking off his glasses.
Her first impulse was to tell him to get out, that she wasn't going to take any more of his evasiveness, any more of his games. But as she glared at him, she could see that he wasn't lying. All of the pieces fell into place. Clark was, ironically, the only man who could compete with Superman in her eyes. Now that she knew they were the same man, she knew her fate was sealed. There would never be anyone else for her.
But she was still angry. Angry for the deceit, his reluctance to tell her, and the embarrassment of his knowing what a fool she'd been.
A thought came to her. Clark didn't have to know how much she had been duped. He had lied to her—turnabout was fair play. After all, it would only be to save face, she told herself. And there would be plenty of time for the truth later. She laughed throatily. "I can't believe you finally got up the nerve to tell me."
He looked as astonished as she had ever seen. "You…knew?" he finally stammered.
"Of course. Do you think I'm stupid?" she replied, with a smirk.
"How long have you known?" he asked cautiously, as if he didn't want to know the answer.
It was time for some quick thinking. Ah, yes… "Remember the Diana Stride affair? Well, she got me to thinking, and soon all the pieces fell into place." Well, they should've fell into place, she thought disparagingly.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"I was waiting for you to say something. For you to trust me enough to say something. I can't believe it took Scardino to finally get the truth from you. I would have thought Superman was above jealousy," she said, the sarcasm dripping from her voice, disguising—she hoped—any of the hurt that might be heard there.
"It's not that I didn't trust you," he said, ignoring the jealousy barb. "I was afraid. Afraid of your reaction. Afraid that I would lose you forever."
"So, you would have rather lost me to the arms of another man."
"No, never!" he replied angrily. He quickly looked around, as if surprised by his own outburst. He continued, softly, "I told you, we were meant to be together…I'm sorry, I just couldn't find the words to tell you."
Lois was silent. She was tired of speaking of this. It was becoming harder for her to continue the charade. The guilt from lying to him was welling inside of her, and she wanted to end this before she blurted out the truth.
His secret was out now, and there was no point in wasting another minute apart from him. Yes, she was angry with him, but she was also relieved that his disappearances weren't because of her. She knew the anger would pass, and right now, she had other things on her mind. There was simply no point in postponing the inevitable—they had wasted too much time already.
"Don't worry, Clark. I forgive you, for now," she cooed, taking a step towards him.
He turned his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "You do?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes," she replied, her anger quickly turning to desire. She grabbed his tie, pulled one end out of the knot, and pulled it from his collar. "Do you wear the suit under your clothes?" she asked innocently.
"Sometimes." He smiled uneasily.
"How about today?" she asked as she started unbuttoning his shirt.
"No, not today…"
She put her mouth to his ear. "Good. It would've just gotten in the way," she whispered, then continued unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his bare chest. She caressed it with her hands, enjoying the feel of the hard muscle underneath her palms.
Clark wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. His mouth attached eagerly to hers. The taste of him was intoxicating. Lois gasped as another wave of excitement coursed through her body.
"You didn't know, did you," Clark whispered, between kisses, catching Lois completely off-guard. He had said it like it was a statement of fact, not a question she needed to answer.
She drew back anyway, and looked into his eyes. "No," she sighed. It was no use hiding anything from him—he knew her better than she wanted to admit.
That last secret between them gone, there were no walls between them; they were now free to share everything. Lois' hand moved up to the back of Clark's head, and she drew him towards her, opening her mouth hungrily. Their lips met, and Lois explored his warm moistness within—but only briefly, as she was interested in sampling the rest of him. Her mouth moved down his chin, his throat, and onto his chest, which she began exploring with a new urgency. Her body ached for him; she could wait no longer. She pulled herself away, looked at him with a wry smile, and walked wordlessly to the bedroom.
Clark followed. After all, they were meant to be together.