Basic Instinct
By Bren Ren

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Summary: Frustrated!Clark & Jealous!Lois, a phone booth, and raging hormones.
Rating: T, Teen for innuendo content
Disclaimer: Bridging the gap between what y'all wrote & what the fans really want to see. At least you got paid for your part. All we lowly fic-writers get are heaps of praise and thanks for fixing your screw-ups!
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"Lois. Lois, wait!"

"What? Oh, sorry to rain on your orgy, Smallville. I think I scared off your date."

"Where'd she go?"

"Probably to find you two a motel room."

"You don't understand."

"What's not to understand? You were pulling a "9 1/2 Weeks" in the elevator. I mean, it may not get you a membership in the mile-high club, but, hey, you got to start somewhere."

"Just calm down."

"I am calm! I am perfectly calm! Why wouldn't I be calm? Dial down the ego, Smallville. I don't care what you do with your love life." Lois spins on her heel and stalks away, but just before she can turn to stomp up the staircase, Clark covers the length of her upper arm in a single-handed vice-grip. In one swift spin, he swings her inside one of the Planet's phone booths and closes the door behind them.

"What the hell?"

"Lois, you don't understand, it's her. She's the one—

"I understand just fine. I just don't care. Congratulations on finding you're other half. She looks to be a classy one."

"Lo-is. She's the person responsible for the string of deaths-by-endorphin-rush. I don't know how, but I think it might be something in her kiss. And if you really don't care, why are you so angry?"

"It's not anger, it's disgust."

Clark tilts his head to one side as he pauses for a moment's appraisal. "I think you're jealous."

"Have you lost your mind? Succubus back there suck all your brains out?"

"You are." The corners of his lips creep upward into a slightly smug bit of a smirk.

"You're delusional." He's pretty sure her protests are starting to lose the fighting edge, and he just can't resist the urge to provoke her further. There was something about her crumbling resolve that he found terribly sexy… and his brain is definitely still clouded with the haze of those elevated hormones, though the latter won't occur to him until much later.

"I know one way to prove it."

"Forget it! There's nothing to prove."

"Bet you'll reconsider after this." Clark grabs her by both shoulders, pulls her in close, and promptly kisses her senseless. It's almost a full minute before he lets her up for air. "Well. That was definitely not platonic."

"That was definitely not fair."

"So you admit you're jealous?"

"I admit nothing."

"Come on, Lois, you can at least admit you enjoyed it."

She stares at him long enough to make him fidget just a little. "It was… great," she finally concedes with great begrudging. "Lots of practice under the bleachers, Mr Quarterback Star?"

Clark chuckles. "Nope. All natural talent. Not nearly as much, uh, practice as you might imagine."

Lois's eyes widen a fraction. "That was an out-of-practice lip-smack?"

"It only gets better," he teases in his dark super-sexy voice.

"Well…" Lois pauses in feigned contemplation. "I know one way to prove it."

And prove it they do. It isn't long before the glass in the phone booth's door is thoroughly fogged up.

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