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The Truth About Men and Women 41/74

Author: Phoenixnz
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romcom,Drama, movie knock-off, AU
Rating: R (for innuendo, although there may be smut later)
Pairing: Clark Luthor/Lois Lane
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, not even the AU ones, or the movie this one is based on. Some situations from the movie The Ugly Truth are borrowed for effect, but with a Smallville spin on them.
Feedback: Yesh pleash
Art: dream_infinity0

Summary: Lois Lane is a dedicated journalist. So dedicated in fact that she has trouble with relationships. She is mortified when cable show host and womaniser Clark Luthor joins the Daily Planet as a columnist and he begins teaching her the truth about male/female relationships. From his angle anyway.


Chapter Forty-One

Lois woke some time in the middle of the night. Clark was snoring softly beside her, his arm snugly around her waist. She lay watching him for a moment. Moonlight peeked in from a gap in the drapes, shining white on his face, giving it a glow. He seemed so peaceful in that light.

Her gaze traced the shadows on his face, the aquiline shape of his nose, his full, utterly kissable lips. Her body tingled at the memory of what that mouth could do to her.

Sliding out from under his arm, Lois slipped from the bed, careful to wake him and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor where she’d tossed it earlier. She pressed it to her face, taking in the scent of his cologne. A woody scent that was subtle yet she knew to be very expensive. She’d once gone shopping for a birthday present for an ex-boyfriend with Chloe and they’d sampled every cologne in the store.

Underneath that scent was one that was all Clark. It was a smell that reminded her of fresh, open air and something that was just so unique to Clark.

She put on the shirt and padded quietly into the ensuite bathroom, closing the door with a soft click before switching on the light.

As she finished her ablutions, she stared into the mirror, wondering what it was that Clark saw in her. She didn’t doubt that he believed she was a beautiful woman. She had enough confidence in herself to know that she was attractive to men. But what was so different about the way Clark saw her? That had made him fall in love with her?

Lois walked back into the bedroom, seeing that he was still asleep, and moved quietly out along the hallway to the kitchen. She hunted for a glass, trying to be as quiet as possible, and grabbed the pitcher of juice from the refrigerator. She had barely taken a sip when arms slid around her waist, making her jump.

Clark nuzzled her neck.

“That’s my shirt,” he said.

“Yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” she asked, leaning back against him, her head on his shoulder. Clark was swift to take advantage of the position, capturing her mouth in a hard kiss.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he drawled.

Lois was spun around so fast she felt dizzy. Clark took her mouth in a kiss that was as possessive as it was hard; claiming her, owning her. Lois whimpered under the assault, finding herself pushed against the counter. The rim dug into her back and she whimpered again.

Clark must have realised what was wrong as he let her go, easing the pressure behind her, then slipped his arm under her knees, lifting her up to sit on the counter. It was then she realised that Clark was completely naked.

He grinned, picking up the glass of juice and taking a long drink. Lois glowered at him and his grin became wider. After drinking half the glass full, he handed it to her. Lois tipped the glass up to her lips and drank the rest of the cool juice.

As soon as she put the glass down, Clark put his hands under her butt, pulling her closer, coaxing her thighs apart as he moved in-between them. Lois looked down at him from her perch, wondering what he was up to. The counter was at just the right height for Clark, by all appearances, but Lois guessed from the look in his eyes that he had something else in mind than what she was thinking.

Clark lifted the t-shirt up over her head, pulling it off and dropping it on the counter. Lois wrapped her arms around his neck as he moved as close as possible, taking her right breast in his mouth. Lois closed her eyes, letting her head fall back as Clark’s tongue swirled around her nipple, making it quickly harden into a point. Heat pooled inside her and it was all she could do not to let out a loud moan.

He moved on to the other breast, gently biting, just enough to send a sharp jolt through her, and she gasped, clutching on to handfuls of his hair. She was barely aware of the counter-top underneath her as her arousal grew.

Clark lifted his mouth from her body.

“Look at me,” he said softly.

She opened her eyes and looked at him, aware of her heart pounding and the dull flush creeping up her body as his gaze raked over her. Then Clark pushed her gently but firmly down on her back on the counter top. His hands began tracing every part of her body as if he was mapping her, his gaze so intense that Lois was lost.

He grasped her waist, making her arch her back and she moaned again. His lips were cool against her belly as he kissed her navel. He flattened his hand on her abdomen, applying light pressure, moving down to her sex. Lois arched her back again as he stroked her.

Clark chuckled and she looked at him.


“You’re purring,” he said. “Just like a cat.”

“Well, you are stroking my ‘pussy’,” she shot back.

“Ooh, nice,” he answered. “I’ll have you talking dirty in no time.”

Lois sat up, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“You want dirty talk?” she whispered in his ear before nibbling on his lobe. “How’s this for dirty talk? I want you. Right here, right now. I want to ride you so hard you won’t be able to see straight.”

He shuddered, making almost an animalistic grunt. Then he carried her to the other side of the kitchen, pushed her up against the wall and took her mouth again in an assault that had her breathless and dizzy. Lois could feel his arousal pressing against her and she reached a hand down to guide him inside her.

Clark pressed his hands against the wall, obviously for balance, as she clung on to him, moving up and down, riding him. But it still wasn’t enough. As her passion grew, so did her need to do exactly as she had told him she would. Trouble was, the angle just wasn’t quite right.

Lois pulled away, conscious of Clark’s puzzled frown. Then he smirked as she pushed him down on the floor and straddled him.

“Well, you did say you liked to be on top,” he quipped.

Lois growled at him, leaned over and kissed him, before catching his bottom lip in her teeth and pulling on it. She sat up and lowered her body, impaling herself, grinding down hard on him, eliciting a harsh grunt from him. Lois began to move faster and faster, taking him deeper inside her. The ensuing climax built slowly, starting with a slight tingle within her to full-on spasms that had her crying out. Clark’s hands moved to support her at her waist as her rhythm sputtered and she collapsed in a heap over him.

They were both panting as they lay together. Clark put what felt like shaky arms around her as she lay on him, still trying to recover.

“God,” he moaned. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”

“Uh-huh,” she answered. “Sorry, can’t ... guh! Brain fried.”

Clark chuckled and it occurred to her to wonder how he could even manage that in his own current state of post-coital euphoria.

With a groan, Clark stood up, still holding her in his arms. Lois clung to him, tucking her head into his chest. She felt Clark lift her legs around his waist and she let him carry her back to bed.

She settled against him with a soft sigh, nuzzling his chest.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned.

“Who says I’m starting something?” she said innocently, letting her hand creep down to his groin. He was already half-hard.

“Don’t even think about it,” he told her.

“Spoilsport!” she snorted.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered.

“Kiss me first,” she demanded.

Clark grumbled something about demanding girlfriends and she giggled, lifting her head for his kiss. He obliged with a soft kiss that was clearly designed as a final word. But Lois was still determined to have her way.

She slid down in the bed, grasping his shaft with a firm hand.

“What are you doing?” Clark asked.

“Kissing Clark Junior goodnight,” she said, chuckling to herself at how corny it sounded. With a grin, she placed a soft, chaste kiss on the head, feeling him swell in her grip. She pushed her hair back with one hand and bent her head more, trying an experimental lick, just to see what Clark would do.

He was still clearly trying not to react. Chewing on her lip, Lois licked from the hand around him up to the top.

“You’re asking for it,” he told her.

“Asking for what?” she asked, grinning up at him, bending down again to take him in her mouth. She could feel the quickening pulse against her tongue as the blood rushed to the shaft.

Clark grunted, his body tensing, and she heard the sound of his headboard banging against the wall as he shifted in the bed, clearly fighting for some sort of control. Lois continued to tease him with her tongue, alternately taking him in deep, then backing off. Clark moaned, his hips thrusting up, demanding more. Lois began bobbing up and down on him, taking as much of him as she could. It wasn’t long before he was coming with a harsh cry.

Lois sat up and grinned at him. He lifted his head and looked at her, his gaze unreadable in the moonlight.

“Get up here, you little minx!” he told her.

Laughing, Lois did so, moving easily into his arms.

“Like that huh?” she said.

“I think the word is Duh!” he said, and she punched him in the shoulder. His eyes glittered at her. “Of course, you realise you’ll have to punished for that trick, don’t you?”

Lois suddenly felt very nervous. “Uh ...”

“Nope. Do the crime, you do the time, missy!”

She felt Clark’s hand move down between them, stroking her abdomen at first, then increasing the length of his strokes to her pelvis. Lois had an idea what he was going to do and she didn’t even try to stop him. Turnabout was fair play, after all, she thought.

Sure enough, he began stroking her, pressing his thumb on her swollen nub, while his fingers teased below. Lois clung to his bicep, feeling the shockwaves through her entire body.

I’ll say one thing for him, she thought. He definitely knows which buttons to push.

She gasped when he inserted one finger, being gentle at first, but then his strokes became more aggressive.

“Lois,” he said softly, and she opened her eyes fully to look at him.

“Clark,” she said breathlessly. “God!”

He inserted a second finger, stretching her, changing the rhythm of his strokes. She squeezed her thighs together, virtually trapping his hand in-between, trying to get more friction. Clark stroked harder and Lois threw her head back, losing herself in the sensations as the fire built inside her. And suddenly it was as if she was hit by a tidal wave, drowning her in its intensity.

Lois wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but she woke up to find light streaming in through the gap in the drapes. And she could feel what was unmistakably ‘morning wood’. Clark was spooning behind her and she guessed she had rolled over at some point.

He was kissing her shoulder, nipping her skin lightly.

“Hi,” he murmured.

She turned her head and smiled sleepily at him, letting him capture her lips in a soft kiss.

“What time is it?” she asked.

“Around six,” he answered. “You won’t be going in to work today.”

“I won’t?” she said.

“Nope. Told Lex I planned to chain you to my bed for the next three days.”

Lois giggled. “Oh, really? I didn’t know you were so kinky, Luthor.”

“You have no idea,” he said, deadpan.

Lois squirmed in his arms, and his body tensed.

“Remember what I said last night about not starting something you have no intention of finishing?”

Lois pretended to ponder the question. “Actually, I think what you said was ‘don’t start something you can’t finish’.”

“Semantics,” he drawled.

“Well, who said I had no intention of finishing?” she returned, rubbing her backside against him.

“Lois ...”


She might have only just woken up but her body knew what it wanted. And what it wanted was him. Any way she could have him. She writhed against him, trying to make her intentions clear to him. But he still seemed resistant to the idea.

Finally, Lois decided she had to take matters into her own hands and she took his large one, thrusting it in-between her legs.

“Please,” she said, moving almost wantonly against him.

“God Lois, you drive me crazy,” he murmured into her hair. But he began to move, stroking her, opening her up with his fingers. Then he guided his shaft inside her, lifting her leg over his as he slowly entered her.

Lois drew in a sharp breath. At this angle he was able to thrust deep inside her, his shaft hitting her sensitive inner walls, heightening her arousal. She captured his lips in a kiss, tongues mimicking the movement below and she cried out sharply as a hard thrust took her over the edge.

Breathless, she lay in his arms, her head cushioned by his arm underneath her. Clark slipped out of her, stroking her gently until she calmed.

“You’re amazing,” he said softly.

Lois rolled over to kiss him, loving the possessiveness in his touch and in his gaze. She had never felt like she had belonged to anyone, until she’d fallen for him. And the way he acted around her, it seemed to be a mutual possession.

She felt as if she’d only just dropped off to sleep again when the phone rang shrilly. Lois opened one eye a crack, scowling at the offender. Clark reached over and picked up the receiver.

“Yeah?” He frowned. “Lex? What’s going on?”

There were screams in the background that were audible even over the phone.

“No! I won’t!” Lois could hear Lex’s voice as well. He sounded stressed.

“Sorry, Clark, I know you and Lois wanted some time to yourselves, but I don’t know what else to do with her. She had nightmares all night and she won’t stay with the housekeeper. I told her it was only for the morning, but ...”

“I thought she was okay after her day with the Kents?” Clark queried.

“Yeah, I thought so too. I’m starting to wonder if I should take her to see a therapist.”

“No, don’t do anything. Bring Lena over here.”

“Okay. We’ll see you in about twenty minutes.”

Lois sighed as Clark hung up. “What’s wrong with Lena?” she asked.

“Beats me,” Clark sighed in return.

Lois rolled over and started to get out of bed. “We better hit the shower and get dressed.”

She glanced at Clark and could see he was looking at her with a contrite expression. She knew he felt guilty for spoiling their plans for the weekend, but this was his niece and she had been through a great deal in the past week.

She leaned over and kissed him.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I really don’t mind. Now, come on lazybones. Up and at ‘em.”

“Hmph! Who was it jumping my bones at one o’clock this morning?”

She grinned at him. “Hey, all I did was go out and get a glass of juice. You’re the one who woke up and followed me.”

“Well, it was lonely in the bed without you,” he grinned back.

She stuck out her lower lip. “Oh, poor baby,” she said in mocking sympathy.

Clark practically leaped out of bed. “Oh you are so looking to get punished, Ms Lane.”

Twenty minutes later, Lois was showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a white blouse which Clark had obviously gone to her townhouse for. Clark was in the kitchen making breakfast; French toast with cinnamon.

The doorman had called up to say that Lex was on his way up with Lena and Lois was sitting at the table drinking juice. The door opened and Lena came running in, making a beeline for Lois and throwing herself into her arms.

“Hey,” she said, stroking the girl’s hair. “What’s happened?”

Lena just held her tighter, shaking her head, burying her curls in Lois’ chest. Clark turned from the stove and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

Lex quietly closed the door. He was dressed in a suit, ready for work.

“Sorry,” he told them apologetically. “I have a board meeting this morning that I can’t get out of, otherwise I would have stayed home with her.”

“Did she tell you what the nightmares were about?” Clark asked, with a glance at his niece, who had crawled into Lois’ lap.

Lex shook his head. “No. She just woke up screaming between one and two and I couldn’t get her to calm down.” He sighed. “You know, just between the three of us, I’m starting to wonder if I should have stayed in Europe.”

“Don’t say that,” Lois said, still comforting the girl by rubbing her back.

“I hate to say this, Lex, but you can’t protect her forever. Not even the Blur can. And who would look after Luthorcorp?”

“You could,” Lex said, grinning at his brother.

“Hell would have to freeze over first,” Clark retorted. “Have you guys had breakfast?”

“No, we had a late start this morning.”

“Well, I can make more.”

“I really need to get to the board meeting,” Lex insisted.

“It’s not even eight o’clock,” Clark said. “You can at least eat something. I mean, surely you’re not starting the board meeting at eight thirty?”

Lois grinned as she watched the two brothers. She knew Lex was very bad when it came to his meals. The man lived on coffee.

“Okay, fine,” Lex said, giving a grumbling sigh. “I’ll have some breakfast.”

Lois looked down at the little girl.

“Lena, do you want some breakfast? Uncle Clark’s making French toast.”

Lena shook her head.

“I think I have some Cap’n Crunch here,” Clark said, going through the cupboards. “Would you like that instead, Lena?”

She looked up at her uncle, then nodded. Clark found the cereal and poured some in a bowl for his niece. Lois continued to rub the girl’s back, watching as Lex sat down at the table.
Clark had finished cooking and he dished out the meal on plates, bringing them out to the table.

“Lena, come sit here beside me,” he said as he sat down, tapping the chair beside him.

She did so reluctantly, pouring milk into her cereal. Clark watched her as she dug into the cereal.

“What was your nightmare about, honey?” he asked.

Lena ate a spoonful and looked up at him.

“I dreamed that Daddy went away, like Mommy, and I was all alone.”

Lois bit back a gasp. Had Lena really dreamed about her father dying? She waited while Lena continued.

“A bad man like Uncle Lucas came and hurt Daddy and I was screaming and I couldn’t stop it.”

Lex dropped his fork and pushed his chair back, going to his daughter’s side.

“Sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me that was what your dream was about?”

“I was scared, Daddy.”

“Lena, look at me,” he said. “I’m not going to go away and leave you. Ever. I have Mercy watching out for me, and Uncle Clark. They’ll always make sure I’m safe.”

“But Mercy couldn’t help Mommy,” Lena said, clearly biting back tears.

“I know, sweetheart,” he said, gathering her in his arms. “They hurt Mercy. But I promise you I will never let it happen to me.”

Lois winced. Lex was making a promise he couldn’t possibly keep. No one knew what was around the corner, and some madman could try to hurt Lex, or worse. She understood that he was trying to soothe his daughter’s fears, but she wasn’t sure this was the way to do it.

“You know,” she said, “when my mom died, I used to worry about my dad too. He was always going away on missions, and we weren’t allowed to go with him. And I used to get really scared that he wasn’t coming back.”

Lena looked at her curiously. “What did you do?” she asked.

“Well, I prayed, sometimes. But there was this lady on the base who I could talk to whenever I felt lonely or scared and she would just listen.”

Clark smiled down at his niece. “And you can always come talk to us if you feel like that. Or even Uncle Ollie.”

Lena paused, looking thoughtful. Then she nodded slowly.


“Finish eating your breakfast, sweetheart,” Lex said. He glanced at his watch. It was a curio that Lois had been meaning to ask him about. The watch face was a Napoleon franc. Lex got up. “I really need to get going.”

“Finish your breakfast first,” Clark told him.

“I don’t have time.”

“Make the time,” his brother said, almost sharply. “You barely eat as it is. And worst case scenario, I can always fly you to the office.”

Lex glowered at him. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

Lena was watching them, biting her lip. Lois could see that Lex was thinking about rebelling, but he also wanted to be a good example to his daughter. He sat down again at the table, then leaned over and ruffled Clark’s hair.

“Get off!” Clark grumbled.

“Since when did you become big brother?” Lex teased.

“Eat your breakfast,” Clark ordered.

The two of them started to volley mock insults back and forth for a while.

Lois glanced at Lena, who was trying not to laugh at her father and uncle’s antics. She began to break out into giggles herself. Lena lost the battle and began giggling. The two men looked at the two of them with puzzled expressions.

“What’s so funny?” Clark asked Lena.

“You are,” Lena giggled.

“Look who’s talking, funny face,” he retorted.

Lena scrunched up her nose, making a face at him, poking out her tongue. Clark crossed his eyes and poked his tongue right back at her. Lois couldn’t stop giggling as the two of them began trying to outdo each other in making faces.

“Clark,” Lex complained. “Act your age.”

Lena and Clark both turned on Lex and made faces at him until he was forced to laugh as well. He shook his head.

“You two could drive a man insane,” was all he said.

“Too late,” Clark retorted.

“Watch it, baby brother, or I’ll shove Kryptonite where the sun don’t shine.”

“You and what army?”

Lex left shortly after, giving his daughter a hug and promising he would call as soon as the board meeting was over to let them know he would be there to pick her up. Clark had hit on the idea of taking Lena to the zoo and Lex promised to meet them there.

Lois helped Clark load the dishwasher while Lena did her bit by clearing the table. She seemed happier. Lois guessed part of the reason was knowing that no matter what, Lena still had people who cared about her.

Lois could understand the girl’s fears. Maybe she hadn’t seen everything, but she had seen enough to know what Lucas’ men had done to her mother. And Lena was smart enough to know that her father was a public figure, which made him more vulnerable than most.

Jonathan had said yesterday that she would bounce back. And she would. Just not overnight. She was bound to have more nightmares until she was reassured in her own mind that nothing bad was going to happen to her family.

Lois was drinking coffee on the terrace, leaning against the concrete barrier and looking out at the view, when Clark came out, sliding his arms around her waist and leaning his chin on her shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked.

Lois put her cup down on the ledge and turned in his arms.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I was just thinking about Lena.”

“It’s been a tough few days,” Clark responded. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“You know I love Lena,” she answered. “In a lot of ways, we’ve got a lot in common. Both brought up by a single parent, workaholic father. I mean, I know Lex has a lot of demands on him but children her age don’t always understand that. So if I can be here for her, in whatever capacity, then it’s all for the good.”

“You are an amazing woman, Lois Lane. Not every woman I’ve known would be so willing to take on a child the way you have with Lena.”

“Well, she is a sweetheart,” Lois said. “And one day I hope to have a little girl just as sweet as she is.”

“I hope we get that lucky,” Clark answered.

Lois detected a note of uncertainty in his voice.

“You think we won’t?”

Clark bit his lip. “The truth is, I’m not sure if I can. I mean, being Kryptonian and everything.”

“But you look like a human,” Lois reasoned. “Surely your physiology can’t be that different.”

“To be honest, I don’t really know. I’ve never been checked out by a medical doctor, since I’ve never really been sick. Jor-El’s analysed me from time to time, especially after I’ve been exposed to Kryptonite, but I’ve never really looked into it.” He studied her thoughtfully. “You want kids?”

“More than anything. I mean, I know the past few years I’ve kind of buried myself in my work. I guess I take more after my dad than I thought. But yeah, I do want to be a mom.”

She studied him, getting the feeling that he would be devastated if he couldn’t have a child of his own. For all his arrogance, all the walls he put up, she had seen enough of the way he was with Lena to know that he would make a wonderful father. But biology didn’t make someone a parent.

“Hey,” she said, touching his cheek. “Even if it means we can’t have a child biologically, we can still adopt. Even I know that it takes much more than blood to make someone a good parent.”

“I know that. I just ... I do want to be a dad, and it would be great if I could have one that is, you know, half me, half you.” He smiled softly. “Especially a little girl who looked just like you. God, you’re so beautiful, Lois. How the hell did I get so lucky to end up falling in love with you?”

“Feeling’s mutual,” she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.



( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 14th, 2012 01:45 am (UTC)
Wow if the last chapter melted my monitor the whole processing unit went with this one! Very hot and very sexy honey! I'm glad they are all there for lena. She will need all of them. Great addition hon!
Feb. 14th, 2012 01:51 am (UTC)
ROFL - I do love it when I get a reaction like that. I also like to have a balance between the smut and the family life. I'm so glad you liked this one.
Feb. 14th, 2012 10:14 am (UTC)
Such hot chapters!!!

AWESOME new one sweetie!
Feb. 14th, 2012 06:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon
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