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Stroking Desire

Pairing - Clois
Disclaimer - Any recognized characters belong to those who created them.
Rating - NC-17
Genre - Smut

Summary - Clark helps out a friend. Set around early season 8 time-line. (Lois and Clark are friends / Clark works with her at the Daily Planet / Neither are involved with other people)

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"Ow."

That's how this was started. A simple word, accompanied with a small hiss of pain. Clark thought back to his evening, how he had ended up here, in this place. Contentment filled him, an emotion he rarely experienced in it's full glory.

He wasn't a master of seduction, he wasn't even a pervert on most occasions, but his inhibitions had... fled him. And he was far from shameful. A grin lit his face as he shifted, pressing the soft naked body closer against his chest.

Four Hours Earlier

"Was it really necessary to wear... that?" They were walking up the flights of stairs to Lois' apartment as Clark brought up Lois' choice of attire for their latest reporting endeavor. She'd been wearing some sort of teddy, posing as one of the dancers. Older memories had resurfaced, of a similar event.

Lois wearing that insanely revealing sailor costume.

"Yes, Clark. I was just doing my job." Her job had included a few swings around a pole. He'd been hard pressed not to be distracted at the time.

But now it was over. They had the information they needed for their next story and it was because of the spectacle Lois had made. "Anyway, you said you wouldn't mention it...ever." Her narrowed gaze landed on him as she put her key into the lock of her apartment door.

She turned the knob, pushed open the door... then stopped short. "Ow." Her hand went to her back as she released a soft hiss. Already, Clark was taking the key from her, guiding her into the apartment.

"Are you alright?" The concern was plain on his face, his brows drawn, his soft gaze meeting her own. She tried to shake it off, the brief moment of soreness.

"Just... shouldn't have used the pole. Now I'll be making a visit to the massage therapist." Though she could use a little rub down, Lois wasn't particularly comfortable with the idea of a stranger touching her.

The price you pay for a story, she thought.

"I could rub your back for you." Clark was shutting the door, the concern still there. His friend was hurting and if he had the capabilities to take that away he would give it a shot.

"Like a pro? I think not." She snorted, tossed her purse on the counter, even as a part of her considered the offer.

He held up his hands, wiggled his fingers. "Don't underestimate the power of a Kent massage. Why don't you change and let me do the work?" She should have said no, but the offer was too tempting. At least it wasn't a stranger... and she trusted Clark. She must have been standing there for too long because Clark arched a brow at her, waved her towards the direction of her bedroom. "I'll be there in a minute."

Lois walked to the bedroom her hand still touching her lower back. It hurt, which only reinforced her decision. You trust him. Her thoughts wandered, leading her towards the place where Clark's hands stroked her skin... intimately. No, he's your friend. That's been established 100 times over.

A friend who was about to do a very nice favor for her. She grabbed a towel and a small bottle of lotion from her bathroom, heading towards the bed. It was the only logical place, unless she wanted the floor, though that didn't appeal to her.

She'd get her massage and then she'd get some sleep. Yea. That was the plan. A few minutes later she was topless, resting on the towel in the center of her bed. She'd opted for a pair of gym shorts, comfort over class.

"Clark?" Her voice didn't have it's usual strength, with her back hurting and the temptation of sleep.

"Right here." His voice behind her was low and she cracked an eye open, just as he placed a knee on the bed, his hands reaching for the lotion. He'd removed his jacket and tie, the first button undone on his shirt. She felt the bed dip under his weight and she brought her arms in to her sides, more for modesty's sake.

He'd just suggested giving her a massage, not with the intention of getting a glimpse of side boob. She laughed at her own thought. "What's so funny?" The corner of his mouth twitched, trying to get in on the joke.

Not wanting to explain she said, "Be careful or I might have you do this more often." She closed her eyes, waited.

"Whenever you need, Lois." Clark poured the lotion onto his hands, rubbed them together. Her skin was flawless, but he could see the occasional twitch in her muscles. You're just doing her a favor. Relieving the soreness.

His hands hovered over her bare back, contemplating where to begin, whether he should begin. And then she moved, arched her back slightly, an indication for him to start. With a long exhale he touched his palms to her shoulders, the silky flesh warm on contact.

His body tightened, but he pushed aside the response. This wasn't... sexual. Just helping a friend. The heel of his hands kneaded, moved down in long strokes. He heard her soft sigh of contentment, smiled. "Good?"

"Very." Lois almost moaned, his hands working magic. Tension that had been building from work, far before their recent endeavor, was fading, replaced with warmth. Some of his caresses were tentative, but only initially.

He worked on her shoulders first, spending a good twenty minutes on the area, then moved down to her lower back. Clark could see Lois visibly relaxing until he gently touched the small of her back with his palms. "Easy." He knew he'd have to be gently first, ease into it. A soft stroke across her back, followed by one more firm. Clark drew circles with his thumbs, finding an area knotted with tension.

This time Lois did moan, right into her mattress. Clark went still at the sound, lifting his hands from her. "Did that hurt?" The concern was still there, she could hear it in his voice.

"No." A quick breathy whisper and he was moving again. He was seated beside her, and though he could maintain this position for a while, Clark still started to move. He wasn't about to straddle her, but his hand went to her knee.

Her whole body jerked. "Sorry. Just moving." She never lifted her head, but she opened an eye, watched as he moved to his knees on the bed. One, his left, landed right between her own, the other went to rest beside her hip. It put him on his knees above her and when his hands returned to the task she was glad he had moved.

Clark forced himself to remain calm. It was her skin... casting some sort of spell. They weren't intimate with one another, they weren't close. She was his friend, one of his best friends. But with each caress he felt his body responding, heating from the inside out.

And then there were the noises she was making. A soft moan, a pleasurable moan. He could no longer feel any tension or knots in her back. His job should have been complete... but he couldn't tear his hands away from her.

His palms slid up, from the small of her back to her shoulders, spreading out towards her arms. One hand on each he stroked down, the upper arm, to the lower arm, which were still against her side.

His thumbs brushed her breasts, though he wasn't sure if she had noticed, her actions showing indifference. Another sweep up. There. Extra-soft flesh, brief contact against his outer thumb. For a split second she tensed, something he wouldn't have noticed had his entire focus not been on her.

He wondered if he had crossed a line, if it could be shrugged off as innocent. Clark searched for a distraction, his eyes roaming her back, even as his hands still moved against her upper arms. Then his eyes drifted down, to the gym shorts she wore, to her legs.

And her perfect feet. He'd always appreciated the beauty of the female body, but Lois' was... exquisite. Incomparable. Abruptly his hands left her arms, only to grasp her left foot. It required him to move down the bed, but she didn't voice any concerns.

He'd been at this for over forty-five minutes, and Lois wondered if he was getting tired. The only part that could have been considered inappropriate was when he'd been massaging her arms, when he'd inadvertently touched her breasts. Not that it had been his intention.

Now he was rubbing her foot. And that feltamazing. She should tell him to stop, tell him that he'd done a wonderful job and her back had never felt better, but she couldn't muster the words. Added to the fact that each time she opened her mouth sounds escaped her.

His hands were powerful tools and now she understood how close to the truth she had come. I might have you do this more often. More like every day. As he put her foot down and switched to the other one, she turned her head, cracking open one eye to look at him.

His body was tensed, his eyes focused on the foot he held in his hands. Lois wondered what he was thinking that had his eyes narrowed, his mouth tight.

He wanted her. It struck him hard. It wasn't about love, he knew, but it was about connection. He'd brought her to this state of bliss, had enjoyed every moment, every touch, every sound. And he wanted her fiercely.

His pants were uncomfortably tight, but he didn't seek to relieve it. He would do that later, after he had said goodnight, but before he left he was going to relax all the muscles in her that he could get his hands on.

Within reason.

He wouldn't compromise their friendship because of lust, but... he also couldn't take his hands off of her.

Finished with the foot he moved up, to her calf. It was tight, toned from exercise, but despite it's precise cut it was just as silky as the rest of her. Another sigh escaped her as he cupped the back of it, ran his hand firmly, up and down.

It was the most beautiful calf he had ever seen. Ten minutes... Clark attempted to keep his breathing under control as he started on her thighs. Her legs shifted, the most subtle of movements, widened so he could move to kneel above her, again one of his knees was braced between her own, the other by her hip.

Clark was transfixed on the spot where his hand slipped up her thigh, under the gym shorts, back down. His exploration became bolder, his hands rising higher... until his thumb was less than an inch from her sex.

It's not worth the risk. His hands moved back towards her knee. It was then that he heard her moan once more.

And he swore it was born from disappointment. Clark stilled, unsure if he was misinterpreting Lois' breathy moan. His head tilted as he switched legs, focused on the one distinct sound that would prove... or disprove his belief.

Her heart was racing... far from the relaxed pace it had kept earlier, before he'd moved to her feet. Was she nervous? Did she want him to leave? She hadn't said anything, hadn't indicated her dislike of his actions.

His hands slid up her left thigh until he was there, his palms just under the supple curve of her buttocks. His hands rotated, the side of his index finger a hair away from her panties.

He was rock hard, stuck in that one position, still listening to her heartbeat... which was faster than ever.

She was holding her breath, undetermined.

Lois had never felt so aroused. She was certain that he would stop, wouldn't pass the boundaries of her friendship, but dear God, she wanted him to.

She wanted his hands on her, stroking the flames that he was so close to caressing. He was trembling and she wondered if he shared the need she felt.

A simple favor had become so much more. It's just physical. But it felt like more.

He rested on the brink, unsure, driven by a powerful force One millimeter away from what was sure to be heaven. His hand twitched just as he took that final step. One shift of his hand and his thumb rotated, sliding onto the thin barrier of her underwear.

The material was soaked. There was no longer any doubt of what her body desired, no longer any doubt of his intentions. Her moan was drowned out by the harsh groan he released. What have I done? His thought, but it didn't stop the slow motion of thumb.

She was so wet... for him. No,because of him. Clark moved then, the other hand that had been clamped on her thigh moving to rest against her back. It kneaded the muscles there as he stepped further down the unknown road.

His thumb was replaced by his palm. He couldn't see her, the shorts hiding the view of his hand cupping her sex. Her hips were moving, but his hand pressed on her back, restricting her movements. There was no way she couldn't know how much pleasure it brought him to caress her.

And it was the most erotic thing he had seen when she pushed herself against his hand. "Lois." His voice was hoarse, rough as sandpaper. A warning, a plea, a question... he wasn't sure as his middle finger searched across the material of her panties.

At the first touch against her clit she cried out, "Clark, please!" He seemed to know what she was asking for, his hand delving under the barrier, touching skin. Bare skin. She shaves. If he had thought he couldn't get any harder then he had been lying to himself.

Two fingers found her center, slick with her moisture. He thrust them in without warning, felt her clench around them. Friends don't f*ck each other. But he couldn't stop now. She needed release, even more than he did.

The hand that had been resting on her back moved to her stomach, pulling her off the bed, almost abruptly. Now she was on her knees rocking back, tempting him to increase the friction. Clark wasn't sure how they had ended up there, his fingers still moving within her.

As she gasped his hand that was resting on her stomach moved up, palmed her breast. At the feel of silky skin against his palm he dropped his forehead to her back, trying to regain some of his senses.

This was Lois, for crying out loud. He'd crossed that line and tomorrow she'd probably never want anything to do with him. But there's still tonight. And her need was too great for him to deny. Please her.

Clark intended to. His fingers found her nipple, toyed with it. She liked that, pushed harder against his hand. "Lois." He wasn't sure why the only thing he could say was her name, but she didn't seem to register it.

The barrier of her shorts and panties had to go, he thought, but it would require that he remove his fingers. Which brought him full circle to.. What am I doing?

You're fingering Lois! Knuckle deep in her and she is enjoying it immensely. Decision made he withdrew from her. There was a moment when he wondered if she would come to her senses, slap him, shove him off the bed, but she didn't do any of those things.

She let him guide her onto her back, quickly, without resistance. He removed her shorts, her underwear and tossed them onto the floor by the bed. Then he met her gaze.. for the first time in what seemed like eons.

Permission, comfort, love. He could see it there, plain in her expression. And Frustration.

His hand went back to her sex, stroked, teased, and for the first time he saw Lois in all her glory. "You're beautiful." He rasped, his eyes riveted to the bare triangle between her legs. Without realizing it he was already lowering himself, his hands braced on either side of her hips.

What have I done? Lois thought, as she felt the warm breath against her already heated skin. She had let this happen, had invited this. It hadn't been sexual.. not at first. But with each bold caress she had found herself desiring his touch against other areas.

Because she trusted him, because she loved him. He didn't know it, was oblivious to the feelings she had for him, which was why she had wanted to ensure their friendship remained intact.

Would that change now? If it would then it was already too late.

His mouth touched her, a gentle kiss against her sex, and all her thoughts vanished. Pleasure replaced doubt. Fire replaced confusion. He licked her, one strong stroke across her opening, and then he was focused, on the nub that needed attention, craved it.

Clark was lost. He knew he had been since the moment he had noticed her arousal. His own rock hard sex was twitching, and on occasion he even found himself thrusting against the bed.

But now her taste, her scent drowned out all his other senses. He wasn't exceptionally experienced, but he knew.. he knew how to bring a woman to orgasm.

And his mouth latched onto it, sucked, licked. Lois was writhing on the bed, her back arching, her hips reaching for release. God, he wanted her to cum. Her body was quivering from unfulfilled need. Without preamble he moved his hand back to her, slipped two fingers inside.

She cried out... his name, clutched his hair and experienced euphoria. He could feel her thighs shaking against him, could feel her core clenching around his fingers and he let her ride the orgasm until he slowly moved away from her.

Off the bed. What have I done?

He ran a hand through his hair, paced the room. Lois was still lying on her back... recovering. He'd launched a full assault, touched her, teased her, made her cum and yet...

He didn't feel like less than her friend. "Clark?" Her voice was shaky, reflecting how he felt. Unsure, panicked? "Was that.. the power of a Kent massage?" Clark's gaze finally caught hers and his wide eyes stared in wonderment.

He didn't know if she was joking, if it was a challenge, or if she just didn't know what to say and had pulled the first thing that had come to her mind.

I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but tonight.. tonight is ours.

Moving at near super-speed he was back on the bed, braced over her. His hands cupped her face and for the first time his lips found hers. She responded instantly, her fingers threading through his hair to pull him close... or rather keep him from leaving.

With no warning her hands left his hair and he felt her fingers working on his slacks. Just as he was about to stop her, say that it wasn't necessary, she decided to forgo removing them. Instead she slipped her hands past the waistband, past his boxers and right to the prize.

"Lois!" He shouted, due more to the sheer pleasure of her grip rather than surprise... though both had been factors. Her hand was wrapped around him, tightly, pumping in sure strokes.

The sheet was clutched firmly in his fists, his eyes drifting shut as waves of pleasure racked him. "I'm going to.." He trailed off. Because he'd been on edge for the past hour and a half it wouldn't take much. He knew that, was going to warn her.

Lois didn't need a superpower, her sheer femininity was enough to keep him under control. Her hands left him, ripped open his shirt. "Now, Clark!" What? She had just
cum... there was no way she could be ready again..
But she was opening his fly, even as she remained on her back beneath him. Shock kept him still, had him hesitating, just long enough for her to accomplish her goal. Which was to free his sex from the confines of the slacks, wrap her legs around his waist, and pull him deep within her.

His body started to move of it's own accord, instinct giving way to thought. Deeper, harder. Friends don't f*ck each other. But they weren't friends. They were so much more. And it had taken Clark being buried inside of her to see it.

His hips thrust and his eyes bore into hers. "I love you." It escaped him before he could stop it, before he could contemplate whether she returned the emotion. He wouldn't wait for her rejection, his thumb finding her clit with ease.

One rotation, two, three. And then she was arching against him, impaling herself further onto him. Her sex clenched around his own and he couldn't fight the force of his orgasm. Her name fell off his lips, an oath, a curse, a promise.

We'll always be friends.

His body trembled, his strength waned. She was just as powerful as Kryptonite...

He had been propped up by his elbows but with a shaky sigh he collapsed to his side. Hell, he was still dressed. His mouth dropped open, ready to form the words, but he wasn't sure what to say.

She solved his dilemma, "You said 'whenever you need'... right?" Wide eyed, he stared at her. She was Insatiable.