So, I know this is grossly overdue, but life decided to beat on me for awhile and writing was low on my list of priorities. Plus, I wanted you guys to have plenty of time to enjoy the awesome summer fics…you believe me, right? ;D

Okay, enough of that. I have to give a rating warning. I don't think I'm a hard core smut writer, but I would still put the highest rating on this chapter...I think it qualifies. So, younglings need not apply and all that jibberish . If you don't like that sort of thing…well sorry.

A special thanks to all you who have taken the time to drop me a note (it means a lot!), waited this out and are still interested…you guys rock! Hope you enjoy!

Previously:

Lois turned back to the closed door, leaning her forehead against the cool grains, hand on the knob. She immediately wanted to undo it, run back and pull him to her, but she had to think. The bite of his deception still fresh on her mind. Besides their friendship, she had to consider how she felt about him playing vigilante – Lois had been around the block with heroes before. But this…this was different. This was Clark. Did his powers change how strongly she felt? How he had somehow slipped into her heart and possess her without her even realizing what was happening?no.

She answered her internal question instantly and without hesitation,

God, she wanted him: heart, body and soul. Her head lost the battle to her rapidly beating heart. She took a step back and jerked the door open sharply, determined to go after him. She yelped and jumped back spryly as the hulking frame of the object of her desire fell in towards her. He grunted as he hit the floor at her feet, looking up at her with sparkling blue eyes. A startled giggle escaped her.

"Smooth, Smallville."

Chapter 6:

Lois gazed down at her prostrate partner frozen below, her own shock at his sudden crash through her door embedded a slight shake in her light laugh as giddy surprise widened her eyes.

"When they say to throw yourself at a woman's feet I'm fairly certain they don't mean it quite this…literally." They shared a sarcastic, insincerely tight lipped grin and Clark rolled his eyes in resignation. He knew he should get to his feet because Lois already had enough advantages between them, it seemed, without him adding being sprawled on his back at her feet to the list. And she certainly gave no inclination of intending to move, continuing to loom over him and looking altogether too satisfied with their relative positions.

"Thanks for the tip, Lois. I don't think I could have figured that one out without you," Clark shot back the embarrassed tinge receding from his cheeks. He clambered awkwardly to his feet, hands smoothing his disheveled jacket. Lois' eyes never left him, tracking his fiddling with superior interest.

"One save at a time, Smallville."

Her arms came to rest across her breasts and the reality of their situation returned all at once. Her consuming need to chase Clark down not a minute before washed back over her, effectively wiping her smile away cleanly, leaving an anxiety twisted brow in its stead. Now that he was there in front of her the worry and nerves were back in knee buckling force, clenching her stomach like a vice. If only she were better at expressing her feelings through words then this conversation would be volumes easier. Her hands ran nervous circles across her stomach and drawing herself up, shoulders ruler straight, she fought the urge to brush this all away and retreat to emotionally safe territory in double time. But no, she could face this thing. Face him.

I can!

The silence stretched and he fidgeted, shifting his weight from side to side. If Clark were one to sweat he would have been dripping. Lois' mood had darkened so dramatically, so quickly, and she was standing so silently that he had no idea what was running through her complicated head. But it was never a good thing when she was this quiet, and straight up frightening when it lasted this long. He drew on his courage, resolve and growing concern, stepped closer, and laid his hand lightly on her shoulder. Her eyes flashed up in near confusion. She seemed so completely lost in some private internal debate that she had all but forgotten him standing right in front of her.

"Is everything okay, Lois? You're awfully quiet…frighteningly so." His voice was low and warm. Her only discernable response was a slight lift of the chin as she worried her bottom lip and looked penetratingly beyond his exterior to somewhere deeper, apparently trying to decipher his innermost thoughts. Her face remained stoically unreadable, a mask of vacillating apprehension. More time slipped by and still she was silent. Unconsciously, his thumb sketched small circles across her clavicle. "Lois, you're beginning to scare me here. I never thought I would see the day that I had to beg you to speak."

She snorted, one lid squinted half shut derisively as she looked at him sideways, but he knew her too well and could see how her eyes danced playfully under a single raised brow.

"I'm fine, Smallville. As fine as I can be considering we...y-you. It's just…just-" she sighed deeply. Organizing her thoughts would be exponentially easier without him touching her in such a distracting manner, but then who was she kidding, Clark touching her in any manner had proved distracting these days. None the less, she took a step back and he wordlessly let his hand fall. She pivoted sharply on her heel and, stilettos sinking into the bedroom's thick carpets, she strode away, taking up a lookout position at the glass door that let out onto the expansive high-rise balcony. Her eyes traced the dark cityscape, but the butterflies buzzing frantically around her stomach seemed oblivious to the calming nature of its intrinsic beauty. She felt more than heard him glide up to loom behind her, looking over her shoulder and sharing the inspiring view, not to mention the unsettling butterflies.

"Yeah? Just?" He prompted encouragingly in hopes of keeping her talking now that she had begun, if a short broken beginning it was.

Her hand rested on the smooth silver handle pressed against her hip and after a silent contemplative moment pushed down, absently swinging the door away, and followed it out into the cool night air. Invigorated by the breeze, chilled and carrying a discernable dampness as it rolled off the ocean, she turned back in time to see Clark step after her, determined.

"What are we doing, Clark?" She asked so abruptly he flinched.

"Hmm? Standing at the top of Star City," he waved his hand across the horizon theatrically, "getting a fresh breath of brisk Pacific air and appreciating the view Ollie was so thoughtful to provide." Smile oozing charm in his attempt to defuse her tension, he chuckled. He was not so naive as to misunderstand the meaning of her question, and realized his rather poor attempt at disarming her worry fell flat as she shook her head angrily at him. He was still poised to break into a nervous sweat at any moment, but he was just so relieved that she was actually opening this line of discussion with him that he felt lighter than he could have possibly hoped after having her door shut in his face.

"Don't do that! This is really not the time. I'm being serious." Her brow furrowed and she pinned him intently with solemn hazel eyes. "You didn't agree earlier…you know about…a-about my theory on things. So, tell me, Clark. What are we doing? What the hell is this thing, this…spark between us? Because, I have to admit, I'm at a bit of a loss." Well, that was not completely accurate. She had a pretty clear picture what was going on…the dilemma that left her dazed and confused was what exactly she – they – should to do about the miasma of attraction crowding thickly about.

The deep vulnerability he read in her every gesture sobered him. Profoundly touched by a supremely rare glimpse into this open facet of Lois that she only showed to the very select few, he considered his words with deliberate care. Calculated fingers messaged his neck a moment, and then he drew nearer her as carefully as he would approach an easily excitable, cornered creature. Discarding all sarcasm, he bared open honesty.

"I don't know, exactly. I won't claim to have all the answers. But I do know it's strong, and not the result of one day or night. No matter how amazing or stress filled." His legs carried him a span closer, voice dropping into a gravely baritone.

A lump stuck in her throat, taking two long swallows to clear. "Yeah, well, we are…I mean…how long have we been friends?"

"Secret or acknowledged," he teased kindly. She punched his shoulder with accustomed playfulness but gave him another 'be serious' look. "Okay, ok." He raised his hands in surrender. "A long time, Lois. Some really – great doesn't adequately describe it but - great years during which we grew out of those kids who couldn't seem to find an inch in common, outside of our agreement to argue about every other thing, into a man and woman whose lives have grown together in practically every facet. We work together. We play together." He gave her his highest watt smile and she felt the corners of her mouth twitch in spite of herself, as well as an increased beat of those damn butterfly wings. "And how could I leave out all those bad guys we-" he coughed interjecting, "- you - find with whom to get us into hot water together, making nights like tonight that much more interesting."

"Tonight was all your fault. Thank you very much," she glowered defensively.

He laughed. "Granted. But I would call it the exception and not the rule. Wouldn't you agree?"

Instead of dignifying his question with an answer, she evaded smoothly, "You know you love me when I latch onto a story and refuse to stop chasing it short of uncovering hidden truths in the name of justice, even when losers like Berker throw themselves in my way as a human roadblock." Her impassioned rebuttal drove her feat a step in the direction of his darkened starlit form.

"You're right," he acquiesced without hesitation, reaching for her waist and pulling her towards him. "I find your tenacity very…endearing." His suggestive tone hinted strongly at a severe understatement belied by his word of choice. Heated eyes glued to hers and voice dropped, his hand slipped up her silky back. She shivered. The gentleman in him misinterpreted her reaction and quickly released her, pulling off his jacket and settling its oversized width around her delicate shoulders. "Better?"

"Um…yeah…t-thanks."

She was immediately surrounded, swamped, by his scent, clouding her senses in a near delirious haze, and she buried her chin in the high neckline – indulging herself and taking him all in. As support for suddenly elastic knees, her right shoulder slumped against the high glass safety wall that kept hotel patrons from falling from these twisting heights to the unbending street below. The wind whipped an unruly strand of hair across her eyes and, before he could think twice, Clark moved on instinct; tenderly his middle finger brushed the brunette locks behind her ear, stroking her cheek as he went.

Lois' thoughts were raw and bare, regressing to their most basic beginnings. All ideas of powers, trust or lack thereof, and deception so far from thought, she might have wondered if they had ever truly held precedence in her mind, had she been capable just then. His blue eyes were dark, holding her rapt as though his world had reduced to her and only her. Pupils, dilated to the point of midnight black pools, consumed her. She felt herself leaning into his deliciously warm hand as it came to rest in the crook of her pliant neck, and acceded willingly when he gently tilted her chin up to better meet his conspicuously descending mouth.

Clark felt like he was flying high on the only earthly drug he had come across able to slip through his steel control and cloud his stalwart immunities, Lois Lane. He could see the bright, full moon, clearly reflected in her upraised eyes, dancing along the green like spun silk throughout her multihued orbs. At some point, of its own volition, his hand found its way to her chin – possibly acting on his innermost desires before he could consciously acknowledge they even existed. Thumb lightly tracing the entrancing dimple on her face - so openly displaying desire – he lifted her chin, wanting nothing more than to ransack those pouting lips.

His heart was working faster than a racing piston, seemingly attempting to beat its way to freedom straight through his chest, and all remaining thought tangled into a thick, snarled mass of Lois. He held himself back, refusing to move further without some sign from her. He waited, searching her features. As if she could read his mind, her eyes darted to his lips before returning sluggishly up. Their gazes mirrored an identical urge to jump farther into the burgeoning newborn dynamic which neither could currently classify nor resist.

The pull to share the depth of all he felt drove him heedlessly forward, but words inconveniently failed him; though, he knew one sure way to express just how much he needed her, how deeply he cared. He was slipping towards her once again when her voice broke through the fog miring him as surely as desert quicksand.

"Clark." His name, spoken just so, caressed him much like a lover's kiss. "What about our friendship. I can't lose you," the little girl in Lois admitted to him sweetly if a touch breathless.

"Never. You'll never lose me, Lois. I promise; I won't let that happen. And about our friendship, I'm told the best ones always start this way." His voice never shook or faltered, and his eyes never wavered in their steel surety.

"Are you sure?" She mentally cursed herself for asking, for needing to ask, voice floating away impossibly weak – stricken by insufferable vulnerability and a fear that nagged at her like a recurring cold. He meant too much to lose because of a hasty or ill advised decision. No matter how he made her heart race, she wouldn't throw away all they had for a romp in the sheets. She had to be sure, didn't she? After all her bad relationships, bad choices when it came to men, and being left behind was it so inconceivable that she hesitated here?

Lord, she didn't know how she would gracefully disentangle herself from the awkwardness that would invariably spring up between them if he did in fact change his mind now, lips poised, frozen so near their final destination. Her hands, moving in direct contradiction of her voiced uncertainty, slid up his chest, nails dragging behind leaving invisible scores, and fisted his shirt, affectively anchoring herself to him.

A growl rumbled deep in his thick chest, "God, yes, Lois. Let me show you. I'll give you any and all the proof you need, but we can't let fear be the means of keeping us apart. If you never risk anything, you won't ever gain anything, and that is no way to live. Trust me."

He knew he had promised himself to never include her in the dangers involved with his double life and that meant he was also strictly forbidden from having a romantic relationship with her either, but his own words rang true for him and he knew he couldn't walk away from her this time. He couldn't hide from her or how he felt for the rest of his life…couldn't let the fear that something might happen to her if she was too close to him cripple him. She felt so right in his arms, and when he kissed her the world grew brighter. Surely, he could be selfish just this once and get what he truly wanted. Besides, she somehow managed to find trouble what seemed like every other day. What marginal difference would the additional weight his alter ego brought to the picture be?…maybe just maybe if he were around more often he could actually keep her out of most of her dangerous encounters. Wouldn't that make it all worth it…serve to balance the scales?

His confidently deep voice tickled her lips, and in only moments she relented in his grasp. He felt the last of her resistance melt away like the remnants of morning's due under the sun's steady rays and swiftly drew her to him, bringing himself down to her inviting lips, finally prowling their scarlet planes.

Clark brushed her lips, slowly. She responded in kind, unhurried in pleasantly measured gentle strokes, bringing the white hot sparks to a fury in them both. Lois sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, steadily deepening the kiss till both were near shuddering from the hum of current buzzing between them. Pulse racing at his neck, he pulled her flush against him, eyes rolling back as she arched into him and grazed teeth across his lower lip with deliberate softness.

As close as she was, he wanted more. His tongue played along the crease of her lips, courting entrance as his fingers whispered under the jacket and down her spine to possessively press her hips sharply into him. A wave of electricity shot outward from her stomach. A sharp intake of air hissed through her teeth. She opened up, her own tongue welcoming his searching member in a wet caress, finally engaging him in a sweeping dance.

A sound Clark had never heard himself make before came from somewhere deep as their salacious dual grew more fervid, frantic and impassioned. Control was completely lost to him and he backed her quickly up against the brick wall facing. Her lungs burned for air as Clark sandwiched her forcefully between his body and the wall, but she refused to give in to their demands, lost to far stronger ones. Instead, threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled his head down hard with crushing force. The kiss turned desperate, hungry; tension built over years broke all levies and lust flooded to the fore, madly trying to appease its appetite with every indulging taste their lips greedily took.

Moments later, she lost the war of wills she was waging with her lungs and broke their kiss, gasping for air, head flung back, eyes blearily tracing the stars. Clark didn't lose a beat, trailing wet open mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. His ragged breath washed against her neck and his lips found her pulse point. Teeth joining the enterprise to drive her insane, he nipped lightly along the smooth bare column. She moaned as he found a particularly sensitive spot and felt her core heat, molten fever rising – she muttered his name in a rough whisper.

Clark grasped his jacket's lapels and in a single, jerky motion rid her of the cover, letting it fall to the ground without a second thought. Fingers lost in raven depths, she forced his head away from her neck and captured his mouth once again. His hand ran down her side and under her left thigh. Her mouth worked over his in what he could only describe as magic and the thing she was doing with her tongue worked on undoing him. Lacking apparent mercy for his sanity she did it again; he groaned, knees sagging, and forcefully pulled her thigh up onto his hip, stepping fully between her legs, pressing them intimately together. In perfect rhythm she snaked the leg around him, drawing him deeper.

Her itching palms left their high perch to wander the expanse of his chest, working on memorizing every hard inch. He was so sculpted and she loved the feel of him under her hands, but she needed to touch him – skin on skin. Nimble fingers deftly released to top button of his shirt from its sheath. Breathing heavily, they broke apart and stared transfixed at each other, swollen lips from furious kisses framed by red excitement flushed cheeks. They just stared for the count of ten.

Clark dipped down to gently make a sweeping pass over her full lips once more – one more hit – like an addict. Moving back, he soaked her up with his eyes, memorizing every detail. Heart erratic, heightened color in her cheeks, hair trying to break out of its upsweep, she had never looked more beautiful to him and he couldn't force his eyes away. She smiled up at him, impishly, from under chocolate lashes in a special way that told him to stand still. Licking her lips and biting the side of her cheek, one hand worked painfully slow down the black buttons, freeing them and exposing more taut, tan skin with each flip of the wrist. Her other followed behind, a solitary manicured nail engraving a fiery path down his chest as it worked his shirt open and set his blood boiling – stomach clenching on the point where pleasure bordered pain. He stood perfectly still, submitting to her study wordlessly. Those hands froze him in a state of rapt fascination, eyes following them down his front automatically. Every few seconds he snuck a look at her expression – becoming more glazed and lidded.

Tuxedo shirt laying wide open, her hands swept in to graze him from collar to belt. He swallowed roughly and had to clench his fists and force them to his sides to keep them off of her as she continued to trace each ripple and muscle, insatiably.

"Lois," he groaned. "You're killing me." She chuckled darkly and bent to kiss the skin she had just so laboriously exposed to the steady rays of the moon standing guard overhead. His chest came alive with tingles, everywhere her fingers and lips went they followed.

Finally, the strain of keeping his hands at his sides became too much and his restraint shattered. Clark bent and scooped her up – one arm under her legs the other her back. She yelped in surprise and flung her arms around his neck to steady herself in his strong arms.

"Why, Lois, did you just scream. Hmm, I'll keep that in mind. You have faced down murderers, meteor freaks, and terrorist with that Lane cool as chill as the underside of the pillow, but all it takes to make you squeal like a girl is me sweeping you off your feat," Clark teased flirtatiously, grinning down and tightening his arms around her; he hugged her closer. She relaxed and smirked back as he turned to step into her room.

"Squeal? I did not squeal. Really, don't get –" she nuzzled his neck and grazed her teeth across his earlobe sending shivers down his spine and tightening his stomach further. He mewled and, barley reaching her bed, sat down hard on the edge. She shifted, purposefully, settling herself more comfortably on his lap. His forehead lolled against hers at the friction. Except for the devious humor in her tone, she continued nonchalantly, "- don't get cocky, Smallville. Because you wouldn't want to see me make you squeal like a g-girl."

She ended in a stutter because Clark quickly decided to busy himself while she taunted. He slipped the black strap of her dress off her shoulder, slowly traced the curve of her neck with the backs of his fingers, along the ridge of her shoulder, and inched down her arm, leaving a trail of prickled skin. Their eyes met at the same moment, holding. They swallowed loaded gulps of air, attempting to temper their racing hearts and delving deeply into the face staring back – seeing a myriad of emotions, flickering and shifting.

The darkness in the room crowed the two motionless figures and was only interrupted by strings of shady celestial luminance slipping through the open door and large windows. Clark pulled back and sighed deeply. The burden of responsibility and obligation that he always carried, but that she had been able to chase from his constant thoughts, was back as his mind finally registered exactly what they were doing and how far he had let it progress already.

She immediately felt when his mood shifted. Brows drawn down, concealing his eyes behind shields of shadow, he refused to look her in the eye, instead studying the floor with unearned interest. She cupped his chin and coaxed it up.

"What's wrong, Clark? Are you okay?"

Her concern only made the guilt already multiplying at rabbit rapidity increase. He had been so ready to throw her down on the bed and shut everything but her out till morning, but how could he do that when she didn't truly know him – she couldn't possibly understand what she was getting herself involved with and that wasn't fair to her. He had lied about himself to her once again that very night. Now he felt sick to his stomach. He couldn't believe he had lost all control and been so careless. He never meant for things to come this far, but he was discovering that Lois could exhume a passionate side of him that previously lay dormant in untapped regions. Certainly, no one else could make him act so impulsively – just letting himself go. She had very liberating affects on him.

"I know you're not going to be pulling a filibuster anytime soon, but come on, Clark…talk to me. What's wrong?" To her irritation his head fell again. She pulled it back up. "Not that the bobble head imitation doesn't have the potential for comedy, but let's just agree to keep those eyes on me while we talk, okay? Okay! Because we are talking, even if, as usual, you aren't holding up your end," she ribbed, but to her disappointment he didn't smile. She thought that Clark could give a cemetery lessons on being grave.

For the life of her she couldn't say what had come over him so suddenly. One second he was demonstrating the sinful capacity his attentive lips hid from the world and the next he had regressed into a classic Clark brood session. Seriously, what was his problem all of a sudden?

He better figure it out quick because if he thinks he can pole vault us across our carefully defined 'friends line' and then, just when it's getting interesting drop me flat on my face without the luxury of a safety net, he has another thing coming.

He finally spoke, tone ripe with bitterness. "I'm sorry, Lois. This is all my fault. I…I lost c-con… That is…when I kiss you I just can't think straight. And when I'm not thinking I always stumble and make a mess of things." Her frown was growing to epic proportions. He realized that this was all coming out wrong and by the looks she was shooting him, the situation was steadily growing worse with each additional word. In a panic fueled by fears of losing her with the placement another wrong verbal step, he began back peddling. "Not that I'm saying I'm sorry about this," he motioned between them. Running a frustrated hand through his hair, he continued, "God, how could I be? Lois, it's just that there is so much you don't know…that you deserve to know. But as things stand, I just feel like a jerk…like…I don't know, like I'm taking advantage of you."

Lois' incredulous laugh came out more like a bark. "Oh, Clark." She felt the makings of a headache laying dormant behind her eyes. The pained pinch of his face tugged at her heart and she reached out to sooth him. "You sure have some funny ideas sometimes, I swear. I guess I shouldn't complain. There are way too many jerks out there, but you don't happen to be one of them. For the record, you really can't claim to be taking advantage of me when you're lucky I left you with your shirt." Her fingers ran down his bare chest.

He just shook his head ruefully and replaced her strap, covering the smooth skin of her shoulder and shifting his focus to cooling his body; he summoned images of anything that might successfully distract him from the warm body perched on his lap: a long cold shower – on second thought a dip in the Arctic with an iceberg for a floaty might be better, puppies…hmm, or maybe something more distasteful like mucking out horse stalls.

Feeling marginally more composed, he returned his attention to Lois and tried to recall what she had just told him. She was frowning at him again, no doubt displeased with his lack of response. How was he supposed to explain himself?

"No, you don't understand. I have…secrets. I haven't given you the chance to say no, to change your mind." His head fell, forehead hiding on her shoulder.

She laughed again. She couldn't help herself. He was cute…rip your hair out in frustration cute, but cute.

"Listen, Clark. Everyone has secrets. If people waited around till they were secret free to get together, our species would have been extinct eons ago." He guffawed, rubbing his cheek against her, and shifted them back farther on the mattress. Beginning to understand the source of his frantic ripping of the emergency brake, she considered how to alleviate his guilt and stay true to herself at the same time. "I'm not saying that you should keep them forever, but at the beginning of a relationship it's all but inevitable for secrets to exist. Besides, if you keep up with this crazy talk about taking advantage, I might just have to set the record straight by showing you what it really looks like," she told him boldly in a painstakingly suggestive tone.

He looked up, finally, with a wide smile – a secret glint in his eyes.

"Why are you grinning at me like that, Smallville" she huffed, picking at a loose thread peeking out from behind the button at his neck, and compressed her lips, undecided whether she should be happy he was smiling or annoyed at his unpredictable shift of emotions.

"You think this is the beginning of a relationship?" If anything his smile widened.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but that had not been it and she fumbled to respond, suddenly self conscious. She had used the word relationship, hadn't she? And he had sprung on it like a carnivorous wildcat. When had she made that decision? "U-um…well. Hmm…y-yeah…I guess so, yeah." He pulled her closer, but she hardly noticed because she was nettled with nerves again. "I mean, do you want it to be?"

"No, Lois…I always end my night in some random woman's bedroom after a high society functions. It's sort of my thing." She hit him, not appreciating his sarcasm, and waited impatiently for him to answer her seriously. She didn't have long to wait. "I can't think of anything I want more than to be with you," he provided honestly, voice cracking with emotion, and stretched down to kiss her. It quickly grew passionate once more.

Their hands flew over each other with renewed energy as though the interruption never happened. Their lips played - tongues dueling and teeth nipping. Lois shifted trying to face him, but the material of her floor length gown restricted her from fully turning in his arms; though, her experimental repositioning had quickened Clark's pulse and he moaned softly, hands flashing to her hips.

She pulled back an inch almost giggling. He surged after her, but she evaded him smoothly.

"At least we know one thing you are not keeping secret," she said, far too knowingly to be taken innocently.

She regretted opening her mouth immediately when his entire body stiffened. He went from pliable to stone in an instant. She felt like she was resting on a hard Clark shaped granite block.

Oh, good job, Lois. You just had to make a smart comment and send him running for the hills again. When will I learn when to just swallow my tongue?

"Lois…" his voice came out so softly she leaned toward him unconsciously to hear better. "I need to tell you some things about myself. I need to…and, for the first time, I really want to. I want you to know me…really know me. I wanted to tell you so badly earlier, and a hundred times before tonight. But I have always kept myself in check because in my own way I was trying to protect you and I suppose because from my earliest memories my parents impressed upon me the absolute need for secrecy. Until keeping that part of myself separate and hidden grew from practice to habit to nearly unbreakable compulsion. I've never told anyone else what I'm about to tell you because I wanted to. And if anything I say changes the way you see or feel about me," he paused and tried to clear the sudden blockage in his throat at the idea she wouldn't want him anymore once she knew everything. Pressing on with determination, he continued, "…I will understand."

If she hadn't already known what he was struggling to tell her, she would have been extremely worried and probably scared half out of her mind. But as it was all she could think was: He is going to tell me. Oh wow, he is really going to tell me. Clark is the Red and Blue Blur. Of course he is, Lois. You already knew that! But, omg, Clark is the freaking Red and Blue Blur. The knowledge still blew her away. No doubt it would take some getting used to, but the tone of doom he was applying thick as honey made it seem like he expected her to run screaming from the room, tossing furniture between them to slow any possible pursuit, as soon as she knew.

He opened his mouth to continue when an epiphany of sorts struck her. "Lois, I am mggf", she muffled further speech with a finger over his lips. He looked at her, startled and clearly confused, unsure why she had stopped him.

"I want to know everything about you. I do. Or at least everything you want to tell me…in time…when you're ready to share. But one thing I won't stand for is you being pressured into telling me. And sitting here thinking about it just now, the idea of you telling me under these circumstances – because we might sleep together…well, that seems like the worst possible type of pressure. Soooo, don't tell me now. Tell me when the time is right…when you feel comfortable and ready."

"But, Lois, I want-"

She talked over his interjection, voice rising higher. "And just for your peace of mind, there is nothing you can tell me that will change the way I feel about you. Nothing that can change how much I want you to kiss me…" She rose off his legs, brushing her fingers across his lips as she withdrew. His body slumped in disappointment at her loss, but a moment later she was back dress pulled up so she could place one leg on either side of his, straddling his waist. "…how much I want you to make love to me."

Clark's heart beat a deafening staccato in his ears as he heard everything he ever wanted to hear – acceptance at the highest level – and his heart swelled with an abundance of love. When she looked at him, he could see it in her eyes without doubt and in crystal clarity, she saw Clark Kent. The real Clark Kent. Not what he could do with his mythical strength, but the man behind the blue t-shirt and red farm jacket. A man who wasn't perfect but had flaws – which she had endless delight in bringing up at the most inconvenient of times, such as one of their many verbal jousts – as well as estimable attributes, but ones he didn't need super powers to live up to.

"You can't be sure of that. That there is nothing about me that would change your mind," he argued.

"Yes I can," she said, succinctly.

He didn't move to stop her hands when they slipped under the edges of his shirt. He was entranced and struck immobile as the soft material gave way, inch by tiny inch, to her purposeful fingers. Unhurried, she pushed it off his shoulders, letting the cloth slowly slide down his back and arms. Hazel eyes replaced it as a covering. Every nerve ending awakened, he threaded his fingers with hers.

"How can you be sure?" Doubt battled desire as he breathed shallowly. Her light fingers making thinking a difficult task and concentrating on anything other than the way she brought his body alive a real challenge.

She captured his eyes before answering, trying to drive each point home with a pointed look. "Because anything you tell me is just a topping on the cake. It won't change who you are in here." She ran their connected digits over his heart. "It won't change the fact that you are the best man I know. You are kind, gentle, caring, compassionate, brave, loyal, and so much more. And I know that whatever else there is to tell won't change or negate those things. And they are what I love. They are what makes you you."

"Thank you, Lois. You can't possibly understand how much hearing you say that means. You are absolutely amazing, you know that?"

"Yes," she said, laughing.

He would have replied smartly, but his mouth was drawn to far more enjoyable duties; her neck to be precise. Her head rolled back to give him better access, and he wasted no time dragging his thick bottom lip the length of the her bare column and nipping her earlobe. She gasped. A moment later her hair encased them, and he realized she must have released it from its tentative restraint. He took deep breaths through his nose, enjoying the delicate fruity fragrance of her shampoo.

She was running her nails down his back in random isometric patterns. He stifled a throaty moan against her skin. His lips moved steadily downward, sampling her neck all the way to the tops of her breasts before, to his displeasure, running out of available skin.

She scooted off his lap, leaving him gape mouthed, eyes heavily lidded and hugging empty air.

"W-what's wrong?"

A devilish smile was her silent response. She chewed her lip, eyes traveling a scorchingly slow circuit up then down him. He looked too damn sexy for his own good, or maybe hers, sitting there shirtless with tousled hair and blue eyes brim with lust. He rocked back, returning her appreciative stare. She watched him with traces of amusement. Lois' hands rose to her shoulders, her devilish smirk redoubled its intensity and she began slipping the dress straps over her shoulders.

Clark watched thunderstruck as the black garment slipped away, baring more and more of her until it ended in a pool around her feet. He had to make multiple tries to finally breathe past the tightness swelling his throat shut. It made sense, yet he was still surprised, pleasantly, to discover no bra covering her perfect breasts. He couldn't have looked away from her if a circus troop had materialized out of thin air, breathing fire and pounding on resounding drums.

He took his sweet time letting his hungry eyes devour her sleek curves. Her waist looked tiny enough to fit between his two hands without a great stretch. The black lacey lingerie hid practically nothing, and his already tight groin twitched. He grew even more rigid at the way those high heels shaped her calves and he was on his feat with his arms around her quickly enough to spin her head.

"You are so beautiful," he nearly groaned. He dipped low, claiming her lower lip and pulling it away from its mate. Caving to the desire that flared as soon as her dress fell, his hands twisted between them and cupped her full breasts. His thumbs circled her pebbled nipples, ripping a harsh gasp from her.

He backed her towards the huge bed with every intention of tossing her summarily atop it. She had other ideas and when she felt the back of her knees touch bedding she turned them sharply, giving Clark a strong push to the chest which landed him on his back crossways on the king mattress. She stood over him archly, hands resting on lace clad hips, pulling off a level of dignity not entirely consistent with her level of undress.

"Here we are again, Smallville. Me on my feet and you on your back. This is beginning to become a pattern."

Striking quite positively the cockiest pose she had ever seen him adopt, he propped his head up on both arms to look her over deliberately and tried to dazzle her with a toothy grin. "What can I say…the view is better from here."

"Scandalous Mr. Kent. Who knew you had a seedy side tucked away behind that all-American farm boy exterior. I can't wait to see what else you're hiding in there." Lois stepped out of her shoes and, padding the few steps towards the motionless man, she crawled on top of him. Fingers tracing the outseam up his pants, she slipped a hand under him. He lifted his hips and she released his cummerbund, tossing it over her shoulder.

"I have no real defense. Except, you bring out unexpected sides of me." He ran his hands through her long hair, holding it back from her face as she leaned over him, dropping open wet kisses up his thickly muscled abdomen.

"Good to know," she mumbled.

His jaw moved to speak but fell open instead as she worked her tongue over his protruding nipple, flicking her tongue expertly. She sat back on his thighs pleased with the shudder that shook him. She zeroed in on his belt and began working it loose. She had it off in record time and turned her attention to the zipper.

Her vision blurred and she blinked rapidly, realizing her back was now pressed into the richly soft bed and she was staring into two blue eyes the owner of whom was looming over her – heat rolling off him in palpable waves. She pulled his head down, lips locking and tongues fighting for dominance. She wrapped her legs around him. He ground their centers together and she moaned his name so he did it again. Frustrated, her hands reached for his zipper again.

"Lose the pants, Smallville," she commanded.

"Yes ma'am," he agreed dryly. He shifted off her and before she could feel the loss of his heat he was back, covering her completely.

The Red and Blue Blur indeed, she couldn't help thinking.

Clark's head nestled in the curve of her breasts. His mouth moved from one to the other, making her gasp in bliss and lock her fingers behind his head, urging him closer. His teeth worried the left, velvety lips and tongue remedying in their wake, and his hand gently massaged its twin. He was steadily working her into a frenzy. His touches and the feel of his body covering her more thoroughly than she imagined possible had her near panting.

He wasn't faring much better. She was unbelievably soft – he couldn't stop touching her – and their bodies seemed to align, feeling so perfect like they belonged together. The legs locked around his waist stoked the fire in his stomach and he rolled his hips into her, pressing his erection against her. Panties the only thing standing between them, he teased the bundle of nerves ill concealed. They both groaned, simultaneously, Clark's free hand stroking up and down her thigh.

Her legs dropped away as he moved down her stomach, tongue mapping the ridge of her bellybutton before diving to the bottom. Hands still buried in his hair, she tugged, drawing his questioning eyes.

"I need you, Clark. Now." The truth was that she had never needed anyone like she did him. His every attention intensified the hot liquid at her core – the more so because her heart was chock full of him meaning she felt every brush and kiss twice as much. A predominately ignored corner of her mind wondered if this was what love truly felt like.

He nodded, slipping the delicate lace down her silky legs, reverently. He paused, kneeling between her legs.

"Are you sure?"

Her hand grasped him by the base, applying two leisurely strokes along his length.

"God yes." His eyes squeezed shut sharply as she ran him along her entrance, his powers springing to life perilously and he suddenly feared burning down the hotel around them.

He stayed his instinct to bury himself in her and croaked in a shaky voice, "I don't want to hurt you. I don't know where I'll find the strength, but if you tell me to stop I will."

"If you do, I'll have to hurt you! I'll be fine. We'll be fine," she reassured him, noticing his eyes clamped shut and a strained tightness around the corners. She stroked his brow, smoothing the tense wrinkles. "I want to be connected to you in every sense and look into your eyes when ecstasy takes you."

Said eyes opened. "Me too." He grasped her hips, positioning himself over her. He sunk down slowly, slipping his arms under her as he rested his upper body on his elbows. A collective sigh was released into the darkness as he filled her. He paused, breathing deeply to control himself, and their gazes locked. A silent conversation transpired, deep emotion and feelings neither knew any other way to express just then flew between them.

He started moving very tentatively above her, not fully over his worry of hurting her. She submitted to the pace for a short time, but soon her body demanded more and she moved up, hips aggressively meeting his, pressing the tempo. He told himself he should be holding back, but she wouldn't let him. And soon he was matching her wild abandon, their hearts racing in tandem.

He could feel the pressure building ominously. He claimed her in another kiss, loving how right she felt in his arms. She fit there so perfectly, soft curves in all the right places. He never wanted to leave these arms now that he was in them.

She had always known Clark was a tall broad guy, but he had never seemed as large as he did rocking above her and enveloping her easily in big strong arms. She was not a small woman, but he made her feel incredibly petite…delightfully so. She felt safe in his arms, as though nothing could touch her here. His head fell against her shoulder and she smiled at his soft loving murmurs.

She nudged him, flipping herself on top. She moved faster on him; hands on his middle she braced herself, nails digging in. The change in angle bore him deeper and she moaned his name. One hand on her hip and one stroking her chest, he followed her more fully into a passion induced haze. He felt himself nearing the end and let his hand fall to the juncture of her thighs. He sat up, not missing a stroke. He kissed her neck and his thumb circled her clit. She swore, loudly. Pulling his head back, she stared into his blue eyes. He thrust up twice more before she came apart in his arms. He held her to his chest as she shook, clamping down harder on him. His strength gave and he followed her into oblivion.

He fell back onto the bed eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. As his breathing finally descended from gasps and his heartbeat from redlining, he felt her shift slightly on his chest. He loved the way she lay bonelessly atop him and a cocky grin pulled on his lips.

"Wow," he said, brushing her temple with his lips.

"Mmmm," she hummed. It was still too soon for intelligible thought not to mention words.

Another few minutes slipped by with Lois drawing shapes on his chest. "Have I told you yet how glad I am you decided to come to Star City this weekend," he asked, rubbing his hands up and down her back, soothingly. She laughed against his chest, planting a stray kiss or two.

"What do you say, Smallville. Highlight of your life," she teased.

"Hell yeah. And I have to say, if I had known this is what going out of town with you would be like, I absolutely would have gone with you to that convention a few months ago when you said I should."

His chest rumbled with a laugh against her cheek and she smiled. "I'm telling you, one of these days you will learn that I'm always right!"

"I don't know. I might need a few more lessons like tonight to really be sure."

"Huh. Anything is possible. Who knows…you might just get lucky."

He picked her up and stood, pulling the skewed covers back and settling them under them. He pulled her close again, wanting her as near as possible.

"Trust me, Lois. I feel lucky…the luckiest guy in the world."

She grinned widely from under raised brows. "Hmm, well we might just have to test that theory." Her neck stretched to kiss him. Her appetite for him rewetted already. He pulled her up, losing himself once more in her.

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A/N: I have to admit that writing smut is very nerve racking for me. And if I'm completely honest I'm never really sure it's any good, but whatever there it is – for better or worse!

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