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The Seduction Plan 14/21

seduction plan Pairing: Kal/Lois
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Characters: Perry, Lex, Kal, Lois
Feedback: Yes please
Genre: Drama, romance, AU
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. Just taking off a few parts and changing them around and giving them new ones. Will put them back when I'm done.

Summary: Total AU where Kal grows up a Luthor and becomes publisher of the Daily Planet only to meet and decide to seduce its star reporter, Lois Lane.


Previously

 

Part Fourteen

Lois felt better after a hearty meal. Martha had made an imitation Irish stew which she said was good for convalescing patients. It reminded her a little of a stew that the army cooks had often served up, only Martha’s was definitely a lot tastier. And Lois ate as much of it as she could and settled on the couch afterward.

Martha left shortly after, giving Kal instructions on how to heat the leftovers. There was also chicken soup which Lois just needed to heat in the microwave. She had insisted on making Lois something more nutritious than the microwave meals she’d been used to eating.

Kal turned on the tv and they watched whatever was on, arguing good-naturedly about the merits of one sitcom as opposed to another.

“I still can’t believe you watch sitcoms,” Lois remarked.

“I’ll leave the news fetish to Lex,” Kal returned.

“Fetish? You’re working in journalism,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Don’t you think it’s important to know what’s going on in the world?”

“I deal with the news for ten hours a day. Why would I want to come home and watch it?”

“I guess,” she said dubiously. “Although I kind of get a kick out of knowing there might be a story that I’ve covered first.”

“What else do you get a kick out of?”

“I like knowing that in a small way, I’ve made a difference.”

“Spoken like a true romantic,” Kal sniggered.

She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. “Why does it have to sound like romantic nonsense?” she asked. “I mean, if I wanted fame and fortune, I’d be out there trying to sell myself as a news anchor. It’s not like I earn a huge salary.”

“No, that’s true,” he admitted. “And I know how much you earn, since I’m the one who signs your pay cheque.”

“I thought Lex did that?” Lois asked.

“Well, technically, Lex’s accountant signs the cheques. We just both sign off on the approval for them.”

“Technical, shmechnical,” she snorted.

She sighed and leaned against him.

“Tired?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted. “Not feeling like going to bed just yet. Speaking of which, are you planning on going home sometime soon?”

“Trying to get rid of me?” he asked, with a gleam in his eye. She turned and looked at him, her hand on his chest.

“Well, uh, there is only one bedroom, and this couch isn’t exactly comfortable. I mean, it would be for me, under normal circumstances, but I mean, you, you’re a uh, big guy and everything and you wouldn’t exactly, uh, fit, you know ... uh ...”

“Lois?”

“Mm?’

“You’re babbling. And don’t worry about my comfort. I’ll work something out.”

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate you wanting to take care of me, but why did you bring me home? I’m betting you have a much bigger place.”

“Because I knew you’d be more comfortable in your own bed.”

“Speaking of which,” Lois said, stretching and looking thoughtful, “it is quite a big bed.”

“Just made for two,” Kal said, leering at her.

She shoved him. “Stop it.”

“You stop it,” he returned.

She sighed. “Look, all I’m saying is, I’d hate for you to be uncomfortable. And if you’re so set on this babysitting gig ... I mean it’s not like you haven’t seen everything there is to see anyway, not that this is meant to be a come on in any way, because, you know, I’m not letting you off the hook yet, but only if you want to ...”

She was babbling again. Kal decided to let her down easy.

“Lois,” he said softy. “It’s fine. I can sleep on the couch. I know you want to take things slowly and while I appreciate the thought that you want me to be comfortable, I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or under pressure in any way. And if I slept with you, as in slept in the same bed with you, I don’t think I could go the whole night without at least holding you.”

“I do want to take things slowly,” she admitted. “I mean, we’ve only known each other two weeks and it’s so weird that I can know someone that short a time but already have done so much with them. The thing is, all this has happened so fast and I just would really appreciate it if we could just step back and, you know, really get to know each other properly. I mean, there might be things about you that I might not like, you know, like you might have some really bad habits.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe grinding your teeth, or picking your nose, or something.”

“Luthors don’t have such bad habits,” Kal told her, quoting his father. “We’re leaders, we can’t be seen to be doing such low-brow things.” As he said it, he spoke in a rather snooty tone which had her laughing.

“Ooh,” she said, hand on her torso over the wound, “don’t make me laugh too much.”

“Believe me,” Kal said, his tone more serious, “if I’d had anything like that when I was a kid, my father might have beaten it out of me.”

“He wouldn’t, would he?” Lois asked, immediately concerned. Kal just shrugged.

“When I was little, I used to think my Dad was like a lion. It wasn’t just the name. He used to growl a lot and lose his temper and I once saw a picture of a lion and told my mom that was Dad.”

Lois snickered. “I can see the resemblance,” she said, her eyes twinkling.

Kal loved that look in her eyes. He loved that he could make her laugh, even as hurt as she had been by him. There was something about this conversation, as odd as it might seem, that was implying an intimacy that he had never felt with any girl he had dated before. If dating was the word.

Lois was looking tired.

“You should go to bed,” he told her.

Lois looked almost as if she wanted to argue, but then thought better of it. She pulled away and struggled to her feet. Kal stood up to steady her.

“Do you need some help?” he asked softly.

Again there was that moment where she seemed to be considering the question. She was stubborn enough to say that she didn’t need any help. That she didn’t need a babysitter. But Kal hoped she would realise that it was okay to ask for help. That she didn’t have to be that staunch Lois with him.

“Please,” she said softly, after the moment passed. “I could use a little help.”

He put an arm around her and walked with her to the bedroom, pulling back the covers. Lois sat on the bed and slowly began to strip off. She winced as the movements pulled at the stitches of her wound.

“Would you mind, uh, getting me my pyjamas?” she asked. “They’re in the third drawer.”

Kal turned and went to the bureau, getting the pyjamas out and bringing them over. Placing them on the bed, he helped her strip the pants off, then her underwear, before putting the pyjamas on.

Lois looked up at him, eyes wide as he slowly buttoned the top. She wanted him to kiss her. It was all she could think about. He’d seen her naked, helped dress her, and hadn’t made a single move. Okay, she thought, so I’m wounded, but still ... Kal was looking at her, a question in his eyes and she tilted her head, trying to convey what she wanted without having to verbalise it. She couldn’t verbalise it. The words just stuck in her throat.

He seemed to understand anyway, lowering his head to kiss her gently. It wasn’t passionate. It was soft and sweet and just a taste of what he could give her. And she was so tempted to put her arms around his neck and pull him down to the bed with her. But she was the one who had decided to take things slow and slow was all he was going to get.

She felt him push her gently down onto the bed, helping her lie back, pulling the covers over her. He kissed her again, just as softly.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he said.

She lay back against the pillows as he walked out, closing the door quietly behind him and sighed in frustration. She’d got what she wanted with him, but now it felt like she didn’t want it. She wanted more.

And she really wanted to believe him when he said he loved her. He actually showed it, in the tender way he looked at her. In the way he cared for her. A man like Kal didn’t need to do that with women. At least, a man with his reputation. If his goal had been to just get her into bed, well, he already had that, she decided. He could have ended things there. He did end things there, but then she’d been shot and he’d felt responsible, and she just knew that someone who felt all of those things wasn’t the same kind of person she’d believed him to be.

And all this thinking was doing her head in, she moaned quietly to herself. It was making her crazy. She needed to let go. To just relax and stop putting so much pressure on herself. Let this relationship just happen. However long it took.

With another sigh, Lois fell asleep.

Kal sat on the couch, working on the laptop. Part of him wanted to patrol as the Blur, but he decided the best thing he could do right now was stay in case Lois needed him. He figured if he did patrol, he couldn’t be sure how long he would be out there, and he wanted to make sure she was okay.

He had thought long and hard about telling her he was the Blur. And he would tell her the truth. He just wasn't sure how to broach the subject. And then there was the issue of how to get her to trust him.

Just two weeks ago his plan had been to seduce Lois Lane into bed. Now he had another plan. He was going to woo her. He was going to romance her like she had never been romanced before.

As he checked his emails, he saw one from Lex.

You need to read this,” his brother wrote.

It was an article, written by a local shock jock DJ who was commenting on the slowly emerging group of superheroes like himself. While he had discussed the idea of a league with Oliver, they hadn’t really made any firm plans. But still, Green Arrow had been making his presence known in Star City and Kal had to admit that the emerald archer did make people nervous, mostly because of the mask he wore.

The article asked what superheroes were trying to hide behind masks, or in the shadows, and Kal had to admit the writer had a point. As he scrolled down to look at the accompanying comments, he realised that a lot of people agreed with the shock jock.

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. It was a problem. And one he should probably talk to Lex about. Right now, he was tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. This was something that could wait until morning.

Kal was fortunate that he was invulnerable to almost everything except Kryptonite, because Lois had been right about the couch. It was every bit as uncomfortable as she’d said. It was too narrow, too lumpy, too short, and he tossed and turned for a couple of hours until he gave up and decided to sleep on the floor. He was still on the floor when Lois’ door opened and she came out.

“What’s with the pretending to be a rug?” she quipped.

Kal blinked at her sleepily. He might be an alien with super-powers but even he had difficulty waking up at the best of times.

“Cute Lane.”

“I did warn you about the couch,” she sighed.

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

“It’s seven-thirty. And I was hungry.”

That was a good sign, he decided. He pushed back the blanket, uncovering his naked chest. He’d worn only his boxers to bed. Lois was staring at him, a look of definite interest on her face. Then she seemed to realise what she was looking at and averted her gaze.

Kal got up, going to the kitchen.

“I think there was some oatmeal or maybe Martha got some cereal. What are you hungry for?”

“Oatmeal sounds good,” Lois said, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv. The local morning show was being broadcast. The perky blonde presenter was doing her best to flirt with her guest.

“So, it’s been all over the net. And people are saying you’re right about these superheroes.”

Kal ignored the television, looking for the oatmeal. Martha had supplied him with instructions on how to make it and he set about doing just that. The oatmeal turned out lumpy but edible and he handed Lois her share. She was absorbed in the show.

“Can you believe this guy? After all the Blur has done for the city, you’d think this jerk would let up, but no.”

“Well, maybe he’s got a point, Lois,” Kal argued. “I mean, maybe the problem isn’t so much that these guys have super powers but that they hide in the shadows.”

“I cannot believe you’d take his side,” Lois sniffed, eating her oatmeal and not even commenting on its texture.

“I’m not taking his side,” Kal told her. “I’m just saying he might have a point. I mean, be honest, what would you think if the Blur turned out to be someone you knew? How would you feel?”

“Well, I don’t really know, but I guess I would ask him why he thought he should hide it from me, but then I would say that I understand the burden he has. That if people did know his true identity then they might get hurt because of it. And I would tell him that I believe that what he’s doing is to help people, not because he wants rewards, but because it’s the right thing to do. And I’m okay with him being in the shadows. I mean, think about it Kal. If people knew the true identity of the Blur, then his life would be a media circus. And if anyone understood that, it would be you.”

Kal nodded. He understood more than she knew. It was the one reason why he’d stayed out of the limelight.

“So ... you wouldn’t ... hold it against him?”

And if there was ever a moment that should present itself it was now, he decided.

“Lois, I ... there’s something I need to ... uh, you know, if we’re going to ...” Oh hell, why was this so hard, he wondered.

Lois looked at him. He seemed so nervous and she wondered why. It just seemed so out of character for the confident guy she knew. She watched as he slumped his shoulders, sighing, and got up, walking to the other side of the room.

“You know how we were talking last night about taking things slow. Getting to know each other.”

“Yeah,” she said, eyeing him, feeling a little puzzled by all this.

“Lois there are things about me that you don’t ... a different side of me that you haven’t seen.”

“That’s kind of a given,” Lois said. “There are sides of me you haven’t seen either.”

“Lois, I’m not just talking about me being a Luthor, okay? You know I was adopted, right?”

She remembered him telling her this story. How Lionel had found him in Smallville during the meteor shower. How his biological parents had been killed in that shower.

“My parents didn’t exactly die in the meteor shower, Lois.”

Lois decided to keep silent. It felt as if he needed to get this out, so she just let him say what he needed to say.

“In fact, they weren’t anywhere near the meteor shower – technically speaking.”

“Where were they?” she said, finally breaking her silence, and her resolve to keep that silence. “Are they alive? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

Kal came back to sit beside her on the couch. He took her hand.

“No, Lois. They died before the meteor shower.”

“Then how could they ... how could Lionel have ...”

He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. “Lois, the meteors that fell that day were the remnants of a doomed planet. They weren’t just random space debris.”

“A planet? What happened to it?”

“It blew up. At least, from what a scientist I met years ago deduced from what he’d learned in his studies on the meteor shower.”

“Who’s the scientist?”

“His name was Virgil Swann.”

Lois blinked at him. Virgil Swann? The famed philanthropist? The man dedicated to proving there was life on other planets? That Virgil Swann?

Kal nodded, and she wondered if she’d asked that aloud. He went on.

“I met him through Lionel. Actually, I knew about him long before I met him. When I was about four, I heard my father and Virgil Swann arguing about me. Only I didn’t remember that until years later. Anyway, my father and I travelled to New York when I began learning the language of my people.”

Lois waited for the punchline.

“I’m from that planet, Lois. It’s called Krypton. And it blew up because of a civil war that had been going on for centuries.”

“You’re an alien? Kal, are you trying to tell me that you’re the Blur?”

He nodded. “Yes, Lois. I am the Blur.”

Lois was silent for a long while, processing the information. He was the Blur. And not only that, he was an alien to boot.

“Well, for an ET, you sure don’t look like him!”

“Like who?” he said, frowning.

“ET. Green skinned, long neck, the works. I mean, I would have at least expected the Vulcan ears or something.”

“I hate to disappoint you there, Lane. I walk, talk and look like every other man, except for the powers.”

“Darn. And here I was hoping you might have hidden tentacles or something,” Lois answered, the absurdity of the situation suddenly hitting her. She laughed.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Well, here I was thinking the Blur was just some meteor freak, but then you go and, well, instead of pulling a rabbit out of a hat, you pull out something ten times better.”

She saw his face and realised this was a big deal for him. She touched a hand to his cheek.

“Hey, I get it, okay? It’s like I said. I understand how big a burden this is for you. And I know just how big a deal it is that you’re telling me all this. It means a lot that you felt you could tell me.”

“I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, Lois. If we’re going to have a real relationship, then I wanted you to know the truth about me. Everything about me.”

She loved him for that. For his honesty. It had obviously taken a lot for him to tell her. Lois didn’t know how to make him feel better about this. So she demonstrated instead, by kissing him gently. He responded just as gently.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “For telling me. And it doesn’t change one iota how I feel about you.”

Kal stared at her, clearly not quite comprehending what she was saying.

“It just makes me love you more,” she clarified for him. “Because now I understand why you keep people at arms’ length. Why you feel you have to. And the fact that you told me means more to me than you will ever know.”


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Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Oct. 18th, 2010 11:30 am (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter honey! You're doing great! I totally love it so far! Can't wait for more from your talented mind!
phoenixnz
Oct. 18th, 2010 04:19 pm (UTC)
Coming from you, hon, that means so much. :D
ctbn60
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:26 pm (UTC)
Totally wonderful. Wow kale really came right out and told her all about himself I cant wait to see where you go with this. I loved lois's reaction.
phoenixnz
Oct. 18th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC)
Lois is going to play a key role in him becoming Superman.
jlvsclrk
Oct. 20th, 2010 09:45 pm (UTC)
Woohoo! That was very brave of Kal - to let the secret out so soon in the relationship. It must be love!
phoenixnz
Oct. 21st, 2010 05:22 am (UTC)
This version of Clark is obviously less guarded about his secret.
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