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The Return of Lex Luthor 53/92

The Return of Lex Luthor photo thereturnoflexluthorbanner.jpg Genre: Drama
Characters: Clark, Lois, Lex, OC, Perry White, Justice League
Pairings: Clois, Lex/OC
Rating: Mostly PG but some chapters R
Disclaimer: The characters of Smallville and the DC comic universe belong to the producers, writers etc. The original character is mine but is not, I repeat, not a real person, although they are drawn from real life for the sake of realism. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidence.
Art: ctbn60

Summary: Lex Luthor returns with a few surprises. And he seems to be a changed man. Can Clark trust him? Should he?

Go back a step
Chapter Fifty-Three

“Come on guys.” Julia stood beside the limo, door open, waiting for Lois and Clark. Clark was dawdling, as usual. Julia rolled her eyes at her friend. “You know, now I understand what your mom said about you being slow as molasses.”

“Hey!” he said with a frown.

“Well, Mom’s got a point, Smallville,” Lois grinned. She glanced up. Across the street was a van with the logo of the local television news station emblazoned all over it. “Great,” she said.

“Ignore them, Lo,” Julia said. “They’ll soon find something more exciting than the dull story about a divorce between a housewife and her crazy, but stubborn ex.”

“You’re more than a housewife, Jules. And ... actually, I think I might have to agree with you there. About the crazy and the stubborn.” Clark looked across the road at the van. It appeared they were recording the conversation using a parabolic microphone.

“You know, I’m starting to feel like a Hollywood starlet,” Julia joked. She tossed her long hair back and affected an exaggerated pose. “I’m ready for my close up Mr de Mille,” she said in a breathy voice. Then laughed.

“It’s not funny, Jules,” Lois said.

“Oh, come on, guys, laugh. I mean, what the hell else am I going to do? Cry? I have done enough crying over that man. Now come on. There’s a couple of places I want to check out and if we don’t get out of here, Alfred’s going to get a ticket for double parking.”

Lois and Clark looked at each other. She was being bossy again. But that was just her way of dealing, they supposed. They’d spent the morning after Julia had left Perry’s office discussing the story with their boss. They had been surprised that Julia had demanded that Perry write the story, and that he had not objected. They had also been surprised that she had told him everything.

“Now I know we need hard facts,” Perry told them. “She’s right. It’ll never stand up in court and the paper could be sued for everything under the sun. But there’s going to be a lot of people curious about why she left him. And rag or not, people are going to believe the Inquisitor.”

“Chief, Julia isn’t having an affair with Bruce. She would never do that.”

“I know. If there’s one thing I can tell about that little lady, she’s almost too good to be true. And as honest as the day is long.”

“She is that, Chief,” Clark agreed.

“So, kids, what’s our cover going to be? We’re going to need something a bit more than irreconcilable differences.”

“Chief, I don’t know what to tell you,” Lois sighed. “When we all know that Lex isn’t as altruistic as he claims to be.”

“But we did see quite a few times how Lex could get possessive.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Lois agreed. “He was always trying to control what she did and who she talked to. They had a lot of fights over it.”

Perry nodded. “Sounds like something we can work with. Now, what’s the story with Corelli? She mentioned overhearing Lex talking to him.”

They’d talked at length about the possible link to the local crime families, but it was still something they couldn’t prove and Perry knew it.

They sat in the limo as Alfred drove to the first venue Julia had found. She clearly didn’t want to talk about Lex, or the divorce, so kept the conversation to the wedding. There were just over six weeks to go and they were all conscious of how much planning there was to do.

The first garden they checked out didn’t have a proper reception hall and they were all a little disappointed. But the second had them looking about in wonder. Each garden had a theme and Lois was in awe.

“This is beautiful,” she said.

“I like it too,” Clark agreed. He looked at his fianceé and he could see the happy glow in her expression. “Is it available?” he asked the manager.

The woman nodded. “I can book you in now if you wish. We also have a reception hall if you’d like to see that. We often have weddings here.”

“Let’s see it,” Julia ordered. Lois grinned at Clark as they followed Julia. He just shook his head, chuckling, ignoring the glare from Julia.

The hall was perfect. It was huge, with enough room for tables surrounding the dance floor. Lois squeezed Clark’s hand and leaned against him, sighing happily. They had their venue.

Eager to use her culinary skills, Julia decided to cook dinner for them all later that evening at Lois’ apartment, which was bigger than Clark’s. Alfred chose to stay at the hotel, loving the idea of having some ‘quiet time’.

Julia and Clark worked together, leaving Bruce and Lois to chat in the living area.

“Hope they’ll be okay,” Julia said as she began chopping vegetables for the salad.

“Lois and Bruce? They’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, right,” she said. Clark grinned. They both knew just how well Lois and Bruce got along. Which was not at all.

Bruce was his usual taciturn self at dinner, until Julia started teasing him relentlessly about his brooding. Clark hid a smile as he watched the two of them, realising that Lois was right. Bruce had fallen hard for Julia, which was a feat in itself. But he’d always admired Julia’s sweet nature and her gentle way of drawing people in. It was so easy to love Julia. He was glad to see her becoming more assertive and more sure of herself. Bruce had been good for her.

Bruce finally began asking questions about the afternoon.

“You should see the gardens, Bruce,” Lois said. “They’re so beautiful. I can’t believe we didn’t think of it ourselves.”

Clearly the two of them had decided to try and get along for the sake of harmony.

“Well, sometimes I think it’s helpful to see it from a different perspective,” Bruce offered. “Have you found a dress?”

Lois shook her head. “Actually, we probably should go shopping,” she told Julia. She sighed. “Sometimes I wish my mom was still here. My mom had this beautiful ivory dress when she married my Dad. But, you know, with all the transfers Dad had to different bases, Mom’s dress ended up being sold.”

“Is there no way of tracking it down?” Bruce asked.

Lois shook her head again. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin looking. I did ask my Dad and he said one of his junior officers bought it. It’s probably stored in somebody’s attic now.”

Clark squeezed his fiance’s hand. “Whatever you find, I’m sure you’re going to look beautiful,” he said. He started to stand up and clear the table. Lois stopped him.

“You two cooked. Bruce and I will do the dishes,” she added, with a look at Bruce.

“KP Duty again,” he complained good-naturedly.

Julia watched silently as Lois and Bruce began gathering the dirty dishes. To her surprise, Bruce leaned down and kissed her on the cheek.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“Can’t a man say thank you for a delicious meal?” he said.

She blushed hotly. “You’re welcome. Although, you know, Clark also cooked. And I don’t see you thanking Alfred when he cooks.”

“Alfred isn’t a beautiful woman,” Bruce grinned as she blushed even harder.

Clark was chuckling as he and Julia went to relax on the sofa.

“I never thought I would see it,” he said.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“You’ve got Bruce totally wrapped around your little finger.”

“Oh, I do not. Don’t exaggerate.” She looked up toward the kitchen where Bruce and Lois were busy loading the dishwasher. “So, uh, have you actually seen Lois’ parents’ wedding picture?”

“No. Why?”

“Uh, nothing. Never mind.”

She was quiet as Bruce drove back to the hotel.

“What are you up to?” he asked.

“Nothing!”

“Yeah, right. You’re never this quiet unless you’re scheming something.”

She didn’t answer, but as soon as they entered the suite, she went to her room. Picking up the phone, she dialled a number.

“Hello?” said a gruff voice on the phone.

“General Lane? My name is Julia Luthor. I’m a friend of Lois’. I apologise for calling so late, but I was wanting to ask you a favour.”

***

Lois came out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth. She was wearing a simple satin negligee which ended just above the knee. Clark, sitting up in bed, whistled when he saw her.

“Wow. Gorgeous.”

“You’re biased,” she commented.

“Hey, you know I love red.”

Lois rolled her eyes, then chuckled as she got into bed beside him. “Yes, I know you love the colour. Why do you think I got it?”

Clark pulled her into his arms. “You are an evil woman, Lois Lane. You could tempt a saint.”

“Good thing for me you’re not a saint then, huh Smallville?”

Clark growled low in his throat, pulling her down to kiss her hungrily. Lois returned the kiss, winding her tongue around his. Slowly, he slid the straps of her negligee off her shoulders, his mouth moving down, tracing the lines of her jaw before burying his lips in the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Lois moaned as he bit gently, then licked the bite mark. She clung onto his shoulders, fingers clenching.

“Clark,” she whispered.

His hands were on her hips now, pushing up the satin to get to the skin underneath. They were so hot, almost burning her skin. The heat was spreading through her body and all she wanted was to get closer to him. Almost as if she wanted to crawl inside him.

She let him roll her over onto her back as he began kissing between her breasts. She clasped her hands behind his head, curling her fingers in his soft waves, arching her back as he continued to lave her breasts. Her nipples were growing almost painfully hard with every touch – even the briefest touch of his tongue.

And she felt the delicious ache inside, the slight burning and throbbing that told her that her arousal was slowly reaching its peak. His hand was stroking her thigh, getting closer to that area that craved his touch.

Then he was rolling them in the bed again so she was once more on top. Lois slid down his body until she could feel his own arousal beneath her. Giving him a brief but deep kiss, she smiled, then began placing light kisses along his jawline until he moaned, muttering her name. Sliding further down, she began exploring the hard muscles of his pecs with her tongue, tasting him.

“Lois,” he hissed and she knew exactly what he wanted. Any other time, she would torture him, knowing it would get him even more het up. Clark might be Superman and have incredible stamina, but he could only take so much.

His hands in her hair, Lois let him guide her to where he wanted her mouth and she took his nipple in her mouth, biting gently. He gave a slight shudder and she felt the nub tighten in arousal.

She could feel the hardness of his shaft beneath her and her aching walls begged to be filled. Clark was clearly feeling the same as he suddenly let go of her head and moved his hands down to her waist, pulling her up. She looked into his eyes, pausing for just a second before she lifted herself up, then let him guide her down, impaling herself on his cock.

Slowly she moved up and down, riding him gently until he took up the rhythm, hands still at her waist, controlling the momentum. This was what she loved. That there were times when he could take her hard and fast, and other times when it was so slow, allowing it to build gently to its peak. Those were times when they wanted it to last. They had been through so much to be together that they could now afford to enjoy the moments like these.

Clark was rolling her onto her back once more, taking her deeper, filling her, and she clung to him, arching her back as if that would bring him closer. One hand clasped hers, grip tightening just enough to provide reassurance. She looked up at him, trying to convey how much she loved and trusted him with her eyes and it seemed he got the message as he smiled tenderly down at her. Then she was crying his name as the first wave of her orgasm hit and she tightened around him. He grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic and he was spilling himself inside her.

With a sigh, she rolled on her side as he lowered himself to the bed beside her, snuggling into his chest. She had never thought of herself as a snuggler, but then again, she hadn’t been a lot of things before she’d fallen in love with Clark. She closed her eyes as he planted a light kiss on her forehead and whispered.

“I love you.”

She muttered an answer and drifted off, secure in his arms.

Comments

( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Jun. 17th, 2010 09:50 am (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter honey! Loved the teaser sentence too.
phoenixnz
Jun. 17th, 2010 09:54 am (UTC)
Hee, I'm loving picking up good lines from the stories for the cut. It just draws you in, doesn't it?
eternal_moonie
Jun. 17th, 2010 09:57 am (UTC)
It totally does!
ctbn60
Jun. 17th, 2010 02:12 pm (UTC)
So much fun looking for a wedding venue! I'm glad Julia is going to try and find the gown. That's sweet! I also liked her and bruce at dinner. Him kissing her was romantic. Lois and Clark are totally hot and smoking! Nice chapter honey.
phoenixnz
Jun. 17th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
Bruce? Romantic? Hehe. He's in trouble now, that's for sure. He really has fallen hard. But it won't be an easy road.
Julia, of course, started scheming the moment she heard the sadness in Lois' voice - she will do anything for her friends.
And yep, Lois and Clark together are very hot. That's why I love 'em.
jlvsclrk
Jun. 21st, 2010 07:11 am (UTC)
Yum!

And I love the way Julia's taking control of the wedding - she's going to try to track down Lois's mother's dress, isn't she?
phoenixnz
Jun. 21st, 2010 07:34 am (UTC)
Of course she is. That's our Julia - she would do anything for her friends.
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