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The Truth About Men and Women 63/74

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: Yes please
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 Sixty-Three

Jonathan and Martha smiled at Lois as Maddie let them in. She went to hug the older couple, then their son, who had come in behind them.

“Hi sweetheart,” Martha said, kissing her on the cheek.

She watched as Jonathan shook Clark’s hand, smiling broadly, then looked around.

“This is a nice place you have here, Clark.”

Clark shrugged modestly. “I like it.”

“Awesome view of the city,” CK said, looking out over the terrace. The cat, which had been sleeping in the sun, came in, shooting a glare at CK for disturbing him, then wound around Clark’s legs. Clark picked him up, scratching him behind the ears. Lois could hear the cat purring even from where she was standing.

“Looks like the cat’s adopted you,” Martha smiled.

“Yeah, he never lets me pick him up,” Lois complained, although it wasn’t totally true.

“Maybe I just have the magic touch,” Clark grinned.

“Nah, I just bet he smells the chicken on your hands,” she replied.

Martha watched Clark with the cat for a while with a fond smile. She’d once told Lois that she could always tell if a man had a good heart by the way he was with animals. Clark had always been good with her cat and he was so gentle with Lena’s kitten, which was beginning to fill out more and was now almost twice the size she was when Lex had brought her home for his daughter.

“What’s his name, anyway?” CK asked.

“Um, you know, I never really gave him a name,” Lois answered. “He’s always been just Cat. Or Kitty. He just showed up at my townhouse one night and never left.”

“Yeah, cats have a way of doing that,” Jonathan said. “We used to get a few strays on the farm. If we fed them they’d never leave. Still, they were good for catching mice and rats, so we didn’t mind so much.”

CK nodded, wrinkling his nose. “We had this neighbour. Mr McNally. Every time he found a cat on his farm he’d shoot it.”

Clark looked at him, putting the cat down when he began to make it clear he wanted to get loose.

“Why would he do that?”

“Jed always hated cats,” Jonathan answered. “I heard that when he was a child he was scratched rather badly by one.”

“Still, that’s no reason to shoot them,” Clark replied, looking horrified at the thought. He watched the cat for a moment as it went to its bowl on the balcony, which was empty, then looked up at him in disgust. “You know, when I was little, my brother tried to adopt a cat that wandered onto the grounds but as soon as our dad found out about it, he had Mrs Palmer call the animal shelter. Lex was so upset. Even our mom couldn’t comfort him. He was still sick after what happened in the meteor shower and it was really lonely for him for a while.”

Martha nodded understandingly. “I bet it was.”

Maddie, who had been watching quietly, looked at CK.

“We should go. We don’t want to be late for the movie.”

Lois had forgotten that Maddie had made plans to go to the movies and a late dinner with her friends. She was glad that the teen had begun making a few friends and was going out more. She watched as the younger couple said their goodbyes. Jonathan and Martha smiled fondly at their son and the teen. It was clear they not only knew about the budding romance but were also happy about it.

Clark had gone back into the kitchen to find the cat food and had dumped some in the cat’s dish. Cat stared up at him, narrowing his green eyes as if to say: ‘that’s what you’re giving me? Where’s the real food?’

Lois turned to the older couple. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked.

“What do you have?” Jonathan asked.

“Beer,” Clark answered, coming back inside. “Or wine, if you prefer.”

“Beer sounds great,” Jonathan smiled, while Martha chose a glass of wine.

They all sat around the glass-topped table on the terrace.

“I’ve been reading your series on Slade Wilson and everything that’s been going on,” Jonathan commented. “I was interested in what your source was saying about the drug smuggling.”

Clark nodded. “Yeah. I picked up this book a couple of weeks ago from this guy who writes a lot of conspiracy theories. He claims that the war in Vietnam was some kind of cover up so Americans could get into the drug trade over there and smuggle the product into the country.”

“Do you really believe that?” Martha asked.

“I don’t know, but the government officials we talked to said that they had been investigating something to that effect, although they wouldn’t go on record as saying so.”

“I guess it’s like them saying that the Gulf War was just a cover for them getting their hands on oil reserves,” Lois answered.

The older couple looked at her. Lois just shrugged. A couple of years ago she had been sent a package from a man who was a known conspiracy theorist, although he had been dismissed as a crackpot because he claimed there was some kind of chip in his television which allowed the government to bug his house without him knowing about it. The package had contained so-called evidence, from Kennedy to the alien autopsies at Area 51.

Little had the man known that there was actually a real live alien who had been living among them and helping them for years.

Clark got up. “I’m just going to go check on dinner and add the cherry tomatoes.”

“Do you want some help, honey?” Lois asked. “I can make the salad if you want me to.”

He bent and kissed her gently. “No darling, you stay out here and enjoy your drink. I’ve got this.”

Lois watched him go inside with a smile, then turned back to see the smiles on the older couple’s faces.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Martha said. “It’s just nice to see you so happy.”

“Not to mention Clark. I have to admit I thought he was a little, uh, uptight, when I first met him,” Jonathan answered. “It’s nice to see him so relaxed.”

“I guess he is,” she said softly. “Then again, so am I.”

“So have you started making wedding plans?” Martha asked.

“Um, no, not really. I mean, we’ve chosen the date and everything, but it’s been so busy at work that we haven’t had time to decide on where we’re having the ceremony or anything. We did talk about it briefly when we first got engaged. Clark just wants something simple. You know, with us, his brother, his best friend, Chloe and the two of you.”

Jonathan glanced inside toward the kitchen then back at her, canting his head.

“He wants us there?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, he knows you mean a lot to me and well, he’s come to think a lot of you too.”

“What about your sister?”

“I talked to Lucy a couple of days after we got engaged. Well, I guess she heard about it anyway, since it was in the Daily Planet, and of course she’s going to be my matron of honour. I couldn’t not include Lucy.”

“How is she, anyway?”

“She’s doing great. The baby’s just learning to crawl and getting into everything. Lucy loves being a mom though. She and Ron are talking about having another baby in a year or so. She’s really excited about coming down for the wedding.”

“You know, when Jonathan and I got married, we had a small ceremony in the chapel in Smallville. Mind you, we didn’t have a lot of guests.”

“That’s because your father hated me,” Jonathan answered.

“Well, you did punch him,” Martha told him with a little smile.

“Wait, what?”

“My father didn’t want me marrying Jonathan and refused to come to the wedding. So Jonathan went to his office in the city to try to change his mind. They ended up having a shouting match in the middle of the office and then ...”

“Then I hit him,” Jonathan admitted sheepishly. “Socked him right in the jaw.”

Lois winced.

“Of course, when we adopted Clark, we managed to get him to visit a couple times a year, but he still thought I’d made a mistake by marrying a poor farmer rather than going on to study law like he wanted me to.”

Clark had come back out and sat down, sipping his beer as he quietly listened to Martha.

“It wasn’t to say it was ever easy,” Jonathan said.

“No, it wasn’t,” Martha agreed. “My first year or so I made a lot of mistakes. I really began to wonder if perhaps my father had been right and I should have listened. I took a job as a law clerk for a while and it helped pay the bills, but I was commuting from the city to Smallville and it made things a little tense between us for a while. Anyway, this one rainy night I came home and the river had burst its banks. So I put on boots, I went out and I joined Jonathan and several of our neighbours to put sandbags down. We worked all night and by the morning, the sun came out. I got to tell twenty families they could go home again.”

Jonathan put a hand over his wife’s and squeezed gently.

“That’s an amazing story,” Lois told her softly. Clark nodded his agreement.

“I could never picture Lionel doing something like that,” he said.

Jonathan’s expression turned slightly sour. “There are a lot of things your father did that I’m not too fond of. Closing the plant was one of them.”

Clark swallowed. “You know, if we could have, we would have found a way to stop that. It’s just ... if Lex had stayed, there’s no telling what Lionel would have done to Lena if he knew or even suspected she might have inherited some of Lex’s meteor ability.”

“Clark, sweetie, we’re not blaming you, or Lex. You are not responsible for your father’s decisions.”

“Still, I feel bad that Smallville suffered because of our little war with our father.”

“That was your father’s doing, not you,” Jonathan said firmly. “From what Gabe Sullivan once told me, he sent you and your brother to Smallville as some kind of object lesson.”

Clark sighed. “When I was little, after my mom died, I used to wish that my real parents would suddenly turn up and they’d take me home.”

“What happened to them?” Martha asked gently.

“They died. Not long after I was born.”

“Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry. Was it an accident?”

Lois glanced at Clark. This was the opening he needed to be able to broach the subject of his other-worldly origins.

“Um, not exactly,” he said. He cocked his head to one side. “Sounds like dinner’s ready. I just heard the timer go off.”

He got up again and Lois glanced at the Kents before joining him inside. He was trembling as he stood at the counter. His hands were curled into fists and his knuckles were white.


“I’m okay, Lo, I just ... the things Lionel did ... they just make me so angry sometimes.”

She put her arms around him, hugging him.

“I know, baby, I know. Just as I know that if you could have found a way to fight him and save Smallville, you would have. It’s not your fault. You heard them. They don’t blame you.”

“They did once,” he sighed. “Or at least Jonathan did.”

“That’s because they didn’t know you then. They didn’t know what Lionel did to you. Or to Lex.” She pressed a kiss to his lips, which were slack and unresponsive. She frowned. “Hmm, I’m beginning to think I should get a trade in. This model seems defective.”

“Not funny,” he told her, but his lips twitched as if he was trying not to smile.

“Got a smile out of you though,” she said, turning to get the dinnerware from the cupboard. Clark refused to let her go, kissing her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. She moaned, then sighed when he broke away.

“Not fair,” she pouted.

“Dinner first,” he told her. “I’m hungry.”

“You’re a bottomless pit,” she retorted.

He grinned unrepentantly. “Ahh you love me.” He went into the kitchen and opened the oven, pulling out the baking dish. “Grab the plates honey.”

“Sure sweetie.” She took the plates and the bowl of salad, picking up the silverware from drawer on her way out. When she rejoined the Kents, she noticed Martha looking concerned.

“Sweetie, we didn’t mean to upset him, talking about his father ...”

“He’s okay. Just ... you really have no idea the things Lionel did to him and his brother. It makes him mad sometimes.” She pasted on a bright smile. “Anyway, Clark’s cooked a delicious meal and I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”

“You cooked too, Lo,” Clark said, holding a wooden board with the baking dish on top.

She snorted. “Please. All I did was chop up a few ingredients. You did all the hard stuff.”

Jonathan raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re cooking?” he said. He patted Clark briefly on the shoulder. “Son, I don’t know how you do it but it seems you’re a miracle worker. Martha gave up trying to teach Lois to cook years ago.”

Clark broke out in a wide grin, snickering as he sat beside her, then waited to allow the older couple to help themselves first.

“Oh, it’s nothing, really,” he said.

“Oh darling, don’t be modest,” Lois said. “Anyway, I kind of like us cooking together.”

“Well, you should be proud,” Martha told him, sampling the chicken. “This is delicious.”

“Where did you learn to cook, Clark?” Jonathan asked curiously.

Lois noticed he avoided mentioning the fact that it was unusual for a man brought up as the son of a billionaire to know something as basic as cooking, since it was something that servants would usually do. Lex still didn’t cook, but all he had was a housekeeper.

“When I finished college I decided to travel around a bit and I worked in a lot of different places. I did lumberjacking up north and I met a guy who made the most amazing flapjacks. He taught me how to make them.”

“I remember your flapjacks,” Martha said. “They were delicious.”

Clark smiled at her, then nodded. “I began taking an interest in the local cuisine and learned how to make various dishes. I’m no Master Chef, but I like doing it. It’s all healthy fare too. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do eat junk food occasionally, but I like knowing what goes in my stomach.”

“We had an organic farm in Smallville. Grew our own vegetables and made sure our pesticides and fertilisers were completely natural.”

“I remember,” Clark nodded at Martha. “Lex used to get your produce delivered to the mansion.”

“You have certainly led an interesting life, Clark,” Jonathan commented.

“Maybe. I caused my fair share of trouble when I was a kid, but most of that was to annoy my father. When I realised just what kind of man he was, there wasn’t any point to it.”

“Maybe it’s none of our business, son, but what did happen between you and Lionel?”

“Uh, I think that’s a conversation for inside,” Clark said, glancing around.

Lois understood. While they were fairly high up, there was always a chance one of their neighbours might hear what was being said and he didn’t want the truth getting out.

“It’s sort of the reason why we asked you here. Lois and I have been talking this over and there is something very important we need to tell you.”

Jonathan frowned, but nodded. He cleared his plate and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Seeing that everyone was finished eating, Lois got up and began picking up the plates. Martha got up to help her.

“Martha, don’t be silly. You’re our guests.” She gestured toward the living room. “Why don’t you go into the living room and make yourselves comfortable. We’ll just clean up and put on some coffee.”

It didn’t take long for them to clear the table and rinse the dishes, putting them in the dishwasher. Clark quickly made the coffee, closing the sliding door to the terrace, then sitting down in the armchair. She carried the tray out, sitting on the arm beside him, her hand on his thigh to let him know she was supporting him.

She could see the couple were curious, but decided to stay quiet, letting Clark talk in his own way.

“Jonathan, do you recall the other day telling the story about how the Blur stopped the robbery at your grocery store?”

The blonde man nodded. “I said I’d like to shake that man’s hand.”

“What would you say if I told you you could? That you already have?”

Jonathan frowned. “I’m not understanding you.”

Clark took a deep breath. “I’m that man.”

The pair looked at each other for a long moment. Martha’s mouth was open in a silent gasp. She turned back to Clark.

“You’re saying ... you’re the Blur?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Why are you telling us this, Clark?”

“There’s something I need. A favour, if you will. It’s something I cannot trust just anyone with, but I really feel like I can trust you. You’ve become good friends to Lex and I over the past couple of months and it means a lot that you’ve been able to overlook the things my ... Lionel did to people.”

“You are not your father, Clark,” Jonathan said quietly. “And we’re honoured that you would consider us friends.”

Lois squeezed gently, sending her fiancé a reassuring smile as the couple began asking questions. Clark answered them , telling them exactly what had transpired between him and Lionel to make him turn his back on his father, and why Lex had left the country. They’d known part of the reason was Lena, but they hadn’t known in so much detail.

The Kents were alternately horrified then angry when they learned exactly what kind of man Lionel was. Martha had once told him she admired him for his courage in walking away, but she truly hadn’t known the extent of it.

Then came the big moment, when Clark told them the truth of his origins. Again the couple looked at each other.

“You know, if we’d taken Route 9 that day, we would have ended up driving past Miller’s Field,” Jonathan said, when Clark told them where the ship had landed. “We decided to go to the feed store in Granville instead.”

Lois immediately understood what that meant. There was a possibility they could have found Clark instead of Lionel’s people. Clark would have had a completely different life if he’d been raised by the Kents.

“Why did your father name you Clark?” Martha said.

“Actually, it was my mom who came up with the name. She said it was through a friend of a friend. Pamela. She was Lex’s nurse when he was little. Anyway, Pamela had a friend whose last name was ...”

“Clark,” the redhead finished. “Not Pamela Jenkins?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Dear God. I knew Pamela.”

“I don’t ...”

“My maiden name is Clark,” Martha said. “That’s why we named our son Clark.”

The conversation finally turned to the favour Clark had wanted to ask.

“I know it’s a lot,” he said quietly, “but Lois says you’re a talented seamstress and like I said, this isn’t something I can trust to a total stranger.”

He handed Martha the pages of designs he’d come up with. She looked it over, then nodded.

“I can understand why. Of course I’ll do it, Clark.”

Jonathan glanced at the sketch, then back up at Clark.

“I’m curious about something. What does the ‘S’ stand for?”

“Actually, it’s not an ‘S’,” he said. “It’s my family crest on Krypton. It means ‘hope’.”

Lois sat on the edge of the hot tub, watching as the jets stirred the water, turning the bubble bath into foam. She plunged her hand into the warm water, drawing lazy circles as she thought idly about the evening’s conversation. It had gone much better than she had anticipated. Both Martha and Jonathan seemed not only happy to help, but honoured that Clark had trusted them with his secret.

She looked up, hearing footsteps on the tile as Clark padded barefoot into the bathroom.

“Hi,” he said.

He was dressed in a dark blue bathrobe, the belt tied loosely around his waist, giving her just a glimpse of skin underneath; enough to make her see he was naked.

“Hi yourself. Almost ready.”

“Good, ‘cause there’s something I’ve been wanting to do all night.”

“Oh really? And what would that be, may I ask?”

He grinned and pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her.

“This,” he said, kissing her deeply, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Unlike his previous kiss, this was meant to titillate and tease her to the point where she almost felt like she was having an out-of-body experience. His kisses tended to have a way of making her feel like she was floating on a cloud of bliss.

“Umm,” she said as he finally broke away. “That was some kiss, Mr Luthor.”

“Glad you liked it, Miss Lane.” He slowly slipped the silk sleeves of her bathrobe down her arms, untying the sash so the white fabric pooled at her feet. He stood back, studying her as one would study a work of art.

“Clark?” she said.

“You are so beautiful, Lois. I mean, dressed you’re completely gorgeous, but like this, you’re ... I don’t have words to describe it. You’re perfect.”

She smiled lovingly at him. “I think that says it all.”

She reached for him, undoing the belt of his own robe, letting it fall open. He was already aroused, his thick shaft at full mast, rising up toward his belly. Lois licked her lips, sinking down to her knees as she wrapped one hand around his hardness and took him in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting him, hearing the hiss escaping from his lips as he struggled to stay standing.

Determined to make him come apart she slowly began to take him in, or as much of him as she could handle, bobbing her head up and down. She could tell he was fighting the urge to thrust, clearly wanting to give her all the control and she increased her movements, feeling his pulse quicken. She urged him on, her hand forming a tight tunnel around the base, while her other hand sat at his hip, trying to keep him from bucking.

“God, Lois,” he moaned, his hand curling in her hair. “Don’t stop.”

She had no intention of stopping, she thought. She began pumping with her hand, hearing his strangled cry and felt the warm gush of liquid in her mouth. It clearly hadn’t taken much to bring him to the edge, not that she minded that at all, she decided with a grin as she got back on her feet.

He kissed her again, then lifted her up, stepping into the tub and sinking into the warm, frothy water. She clung to him, loving his gentleness as he lowered her. It always amazed her that such a big man could be so gentle when he wanted to be.

The tub had an outer edge which had been cushioned. Lois leaned against the edge, her arms around Clark’s neck as they kissed, their tongues duelling. Clark’s hands explored her body, sending what felt like fire through her veins every place he touched. Finally, one hand settled between her thighs, gently stroking until she became desperate enough to push herself against him.

She broke away long enough to beg for more.

“Clark, baby, please!”

She supposed he could have teased her, refused to give her what she wanted until she was literally sobbing for relief, but instead he answered her pleas by thrusting a finger inside her, then adding another, working her to a frenzy, making her go wild beneath him. His other hand supported her back, keeping her from thrashing too hard against the edge of the tub.

She opened her eyes to see him watching her as she came apart in his hands. He’d told her often enough that he loved to see her face when she came. Hell, he loved everything about her and Lois loved that he was secure enough in himself and his feelings for her that he could admit that.

Her body froze and she felt the telltale rush between her legs. Clark withdrew his hand and began slowly licking his fingers, his eyes on her the entire time.

With a grin, Lois pulled away, moving to the other side of the tub, sending him a look which dared him to come and get her, imprison her in his loving embrace. His eyes flashed with lust as he pursued her and it became a game to them. Lois would just let him get close enough to touch then she would slip away, making him chase her. The tub wasn’t huge, by any means, but large enough for her to be able to move just out of his reach.

Finally, he grabbed her ankle as she tried to pull away again. Lois laughed breathlessly as he captured her. His expression of triumph reminded her of one of those old B movies where the villain would cry out triumphantly as he captured the heroine of the story.

“You’re mine now,” he told her. “I’m never letting you get away.”

“And you’re mine,” she told him.

He kissed her deeply so she was even more breathless when he pulled away, stroking her hair.

“Always,” he said softly. “Always and forever.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Clark, I need you.”

“You have me.”

She arched against him, feeling his hardness against her throbbing sex.

“I want you,” she moaned.

He kissed her briefly, then pulled away. Lois stared at him, puzzled, until he gently rolled her over so she was almost floating on her stomach in the water. He took her hands and set them on the cushioned edge, then moved behind her, almost laying over her, his hand parting her legs.

“Oh, oh yes baby,” she said as she felt him guide himself inside her. She braced herself against the edge of the tub as he slowly breached her, moving forward until he filled her, his hand on her sex, stroking in rhythm with his thrusts.

She reached behind her, fingers scraping his thigh as she clung to him, wanting to feel him deeper inside her. Clark’s arm curled around her chest, keeping her a willing prisoner in his tight embrace. She pushed herself back against him, one hand on the cushion for balance as his thrusts became harder. She cried out as his strokes on her sex roughened and it seemed like it was going to be a race between them to see who could come first.

Lois bared her throat to him, feeling him bury his mouth in her neck. She gasped as he bit down, just enough to bruise. He seemed to enjoy marking her for everyone to see, but she didn’t mind. She liked the world knowing she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her. The only shame of it was she could never mark him. Not physically, at least, but as he often told her, the mark was in his heart.

Clark’s body froze and he trembled as he reached overdrive. Her inner muscles clamped down on him and she leaned back into him, tremors shaking her own body. Finally, they lay in the water together, catching their breaths. Or at least, Lois was. Clark didn’t need to breathe as much as she did. Still, she could feel his pulse rate, higher than was normal, even for him.

Clark grabbed the loofah sponge, soaping it up with the lightly scented bath gel and began rubbing gently over her body. She lay back against him, loving the attention he gave to every part of her.

“Are you feeling better about Lucas, honey?” she asked.

“I think so. I think you’re right, darling. We just need to find a way to discredit him. It won’t be too hard. His mother, Rachel, has been in an institution for most of the past twenty or so years.”

“What’s wrong with her?”

“I think the doctors diagnosed her with paranoid schizophrenia. I don’t know. I think Lionel must have had something to do with that.”

“You think he might have had her diagnosed to keep her locked away?”

“I don’t know,” he said again. “I met her once, when she came to Smallville. She was adamant I was Lucas, even though there was no way I could be. She just wouldn’t hear any alternative. She kidnapped Lex to get Lionel to admit to it, but of course he wouldn’t.”

“Stubborn bastard! Sounds like he always put his own interests above yours or Lex’s.”


Clark was silent as he continued to bathe her and she understood he didn’t really want to talk about his father. She decided to change the subject.

“So, funny story. You know the other day when you were filming at the studio?”

He was still filming segments for his show, although he was winding it down, since he no longer had the time or the inclination to continue it. There just didn’t seem to be any point in it for him, especially since he had fallen for her. The shows were still funny and informative in their own way, but they were beginning to lack the spark that had drawn the viewers.

“Tell me,” he said.

“Perry sent me out to do a fluff piece,” she said.

“You? Mad Dog Lane? Fluff piece?”

“Watch it,” she said, elbowing him in the ribs. He yelped and she turned to glower at him. “Don’t even pretend that hurt, Luthor.”

He grinned at her. “Guess I’m in trouble now, especially if you’re calling me Luthor.”

“Damn right you are! No one gets away with calling me Mad Dog Lane. Not even you!”

“Even if it’s true?” he asked, his eyes glinting mischievously.

“Ooh, you are so going to get it,” she said, shoving him away. She rinsed herself off, then stepped out of the tub, wrapping a large fluffy towel around her, pulling out the clip that had kept her hair up, letting the chocolate-coloured waves cascade down her back.

Clark got out and turned off the jets, wrapping his own towel around his waist.

“Lois, come on. Tell me your story.”

“Nope, not until you say you’re sorry for calling me Mad Dog Lane.”

As she walked out of the room, she heard him grumble.

“Women! Earth women!”

She smiled to herself, deciding she would let him grovel for a while. She knew they called her Mad Dog at work and secretly got a kick out of it. Of course, she would never reveal that to Clark in a million years. She had to have something she could hold over him.

In the bedroom, she turned the sheet down. It had been so hot at night that even the air conditioner wasn’t helping and they only used the sheet to cover themselves. Lois began to dry herself off, loving the softness of the towel. Clark had admitted to her that he might not care about having the finer things in life but one of the few things he hadn’t skimped on was the linen. Sure, he was invulnerable but even he appreciated soft towels and even softer sheets.

Her mind drifting, she was unaware of Clark coming in and taking the towel from her, slowly drying her off, each movement a gentle, loving caress. She watched as he rubbed her down, even down to each of her toes. Then he tossed the towel toward the ensuite bathroom, watching her with half-lidded eyes. God, she loved this man!

She let him lower her to the bed, surrendering to his kiss, curling up with him.

“So, tell me this funny story,” he said softly as they lay together.

She had been sent out to do a fluff piece on an elderly woman who had been celebrating her one hundredth birthday. In spite of the fact it was a ‘fluff’ piece, she had enjoyed talking to the old lady who, unlike some centenarians she’d met, was fully in charge of her faculties. Lois only hoped that when she reached the same age, she looked just as good and had a brain just as sharp.

The lady had invited her to stay for the birthday party and Lois felt she couldn’t say no, since Clark wasn’t going to be home for a couple more hours. It was while she was at the party that a man about her age, who she later learned was the old lady’s great-grand-nephew, began flirting with her.

“You know, my fiancé wouldn’t like you flirting with me,” she said finally, getting a little annoyed at the man’s persistence.

“Aw, come on, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

She bit her lip. “Um, do you even know who I am?” she said.

“No, but I’d sure like to,” he grinned, winking at her.

“Lois Lane.”

The man almost dropped his cup in utter shock. “Um, L-L-Lane? The reporter who, um, just got engaged to Clark Luthor?”

“Yup. That’s my fiancé.”

He turned white as a sheet and winced visibly, looking as if he suddenly needed to find the men’s room.

“Um, I gotta go.”

“Who is this guy?” Clark growled.

“Nobody, honey. Anyway, it doesn’t matter, since he went running for the hills as soon as he found out who you were.”

“Well, good, because nobody flirts with my girl.”

“Poor guy,” she chuckled. “He looked so scared. I could have told him he didn’t have to be afraid of you. I mean, you’re just a big teddy bear.”

“Teddy bear?” Clark didn’t sound like he liked that at all. Lois laughed at him. “You’re not intimidated by me in the slightest, are you?”

“Nope,” she said, rolling over to lie on top of him. “That’s because I know you love me and you would never, ever do anything to hurt me. I mean, look at you. You’re probably the strongest man in the world.” She took his hand. “You could break me with just a finger but you don’t. You wouldn’t. It’s not in you.”

He kissed her gently. “What did I do to ever deserve you, Lois Lane?”

“You love me,” she said simply, as if that could explain everything. To her, it did.

She fell asleep in his arms, secure in his love for her. She had no idea what time it was when the phone rang, disturbing them both in their sleep. Clark mumbled, sounding barely awake.

“Wha? Lex, it’s ...”

She could just hear Lex on the other end.

“I know it’s four o’clock in the morning, Clark, but I figured you needed to hear this before it hits the wires. There’s been an attack at the jail.”

“Wha ... who?”

“Lucas. He was attacked. They’ve taken him to Met-Gen in critical condition.”



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 15th, 2013 08:24 pm (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter!!!!!
Sep. 16th, 2013 07:53 am (UTC)
Thank you honey.
Sep. 16th, 2013 10:08 pm (UTC)
Fantastic chapter as usual honey! I love how the kents took to clarks story!!! Wonderful and really hot at the end! Sorry about Lucas tho! :( well not really ;-)
Sep. 17th, 2013 05:50 am (UTC)
I'm glad you like the way I had Clark tell Jon and Martha. And the smut afterwards. As for Lucas ... couldn't happen to a nicer guy. lol.
Sep. 18th, 2013 08:27 pm (UTC)
Most excellent! On to the next I go... :)
Sep. 19th, 2013 06:04 am (UTC)
Thank you *g*
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