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The Return of Lex Luthor 10/?

Author: Phoenixnz
Title: The Return of Lex Luthor
Genre: Drama

Characters: Clark, Lois, Lex, OC, Perry White, Justice League
Pairings: Clois, Lex/OC
Warning: Spoiler, season seven
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.

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

It all started here

Go back a step

a/n: The chapter you've been practically salivating for. Yes, Jen, this means you! So I'm dedicating it to you.


Chapter Ten

Sam Lane had one rule and one rule only when it came to any type of mission. Strategy, strategy, strategy. Lois had followed that rule to the letter. She had made sure that Clark would not be distracted by mundane things, or have to make some lame excuse as he always did. At least, she hoped he wouldn’t get distracted. She had called Chloe, knowing that half the time it was Chloe who called him away. The other half – well, she had yet to figure that one out.

The restaurant she’d ordered the food from would be delivering in a few minutes. She had it timed down to the minute. Clark would arrive shortly after that. Just giving her enough time to get rid of the evidence. Although she doubted Clark would even care. He knew she couldn’t cook. But she wanted this to be perfect. The way to a man’s heart, after all, was through his stomach.

She had planned tonight so carefully. Even burning a CD of some nice, romantic mood songs. No Whitesnake. Not that he hated it. But it just wasn’t going to create the mood she wanted. After dinner, they would relax, listen to music and hopefully begin with making out. And then it would lead to other things. She hoped.

As there came a knock on the door five minutes later, Lois took a deep breath. Operation Seduce Smallville was about to begin.

Lois checked her reflection again. She was wearing a red dress that she knew Clark liked. Well, he hadn’t actually said he liked it but the look on his face showed his appreciation. She went to the door and opened it.

“Delivery for Lois Lane?”

She nodded and grabbed her purse, taking out the cash she needed and handing it to the delivery boy.

“Keep the change,” she said as she took the bags.

Phase one was complete.

Working quickly, she set the food out on plates and got rid of the bags and the containers. The food was piping hot. Perfect!

Another knock on the door. Clark. Lois practically ran to the door, despite the fact it was barely ten steps away and flung it open.

“Clark!” she said breathlessly.

He was looking cool and casual in a red shirt and jeans. He loved that colour. She had to admit it looked good on him. And it wasn’t plaid for once. Not that she minded that either. In fact, she had a plaid shirt buried in the back of her closet somewhere. One she’d stolen from him long ago.

She threw her arms around him and kissed him.

“That’s, uh, quite a welcome Lois.”

“You’re just in time,” she said. “Dinner’s ready.”

“What’s the rush?” he said, letting her pull him into the apartment.

“I’m not rushing,” she protested. “I just thought you’d like it while it’s hot, that’s all.”

He canted his head, looking at her oddly. But said nothing, following her lead and sitting down to eat.

“This, uh, looks ... delicious Lois,” he said as he eyed the food with what she could see was trepidation. Hey, she knew she wasn’t a good cook – okay, she was lousy, but there was no need for him thinking she was about to poison him!

He seemed surprised when the food actually tasted good. Lois noticed he was looking around, squinting a little.

“Why aren’t you wearing your glasses?” Lois said.

“Huh?” He looked up at her.

“You’re squinting. Surely that means you should be wearing your glasses. It’s not good for your eyes if you squint like that all the time.”

He frowned, as if he didn’t quite get what she was going on about. Then his eyes widened.

“Oh, yeah. Well, you know, I really don’t like wearing them.”

“And you know I never minded that little bump in your geek factor.”

“I don’t have a geek factor. I told you once I don’t consider myself a geek.”

“I’m just saying, Smallville. I said I don’t mind.”

“Oh, well, I left them at home,” he said sharply, looking down at his plate.

Phase two is a washout by the look of things, Lois thought. But then Clark sighed. “I’m sorry Lo. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. The truth is, there’s some other stuff going on and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“Maybe it would help if you talked about it,” she suggested. And maybe she could salvage this.

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I can’t get it straight in my own head.”

Lois got up and went to him, sitting in his lap. Clark seemed a little startled by that, but he soon adjusted, putting his hands on her waist. Lois cupped his jaw.

“Whatever it is, I’ll listen,” she said. “I’m here.”

He smiled gently down at her. “I know. I appreciate that.” He kissed her on the cheek. “And I appreciate the effort you’ve made here. Dinner really is delicious.” He smiled again and Lois got the impression he knew she’d bought restaurant food. But it didn’t seem to matter.

She looked at his plate.

“You haven’t finished,” she said plaintively.

Screw the general’s planning strategy, she thought. She could be spontaneous.

“You’re right,” he said, looking at the chicken still left on the plate.

Lois grabbed his fork before he could and speared a piece of chicken, holding it up to his mouth.

“Lois, what are you doing?”

“Feeding you,” she replied. Well, she’d seen it somewhere and thought it would be romantic. Or at the very least, make him laugh.

His shoulders were shaking and his eyes were twinkling with amusement. Yep, that worked.

“You’re up to something,” he said. But he took the mouthful she gave him and chewed.

“Why do I have to be up to something?” she said.

“Because I know you, Lois. You’re scheming something.”

“Oh please!” she scoffed. She continued to pick food up from his plate and feed him. Clark took it without comment.

She was beginning to grow warm in his lap. And was he ...? Oh yeah, her plan was definitely working.

But a few minutes later, Clark gently pushed her off his lap. Lois looked at him, disappointed as he started clearing the food away. She moved over to the CD player and put it on. Soft music came through the speakers.

Absence make her heart grow fonder
While I’m conquering the last frontier
Lately I’ve found myself wondering out loud
Wondering what I was doing here
One day you’ll understand how much you have me
One day you’ll realise we have it easy
I can’t offer you the future – I don’t know it myself
All I can offer you is me
I’m all I can offer you right now

Clark looked up. “That sounds nice.”

“One of the girls at the Planet put me onto this band. They’re from New Zealand. She heard about them from a friend she talks to online.”

“They sound great,” he said.

“I wonder what New Zealand’s like,” Lois mused. “I hear it’s beautiful.”

“Me too. Maybe one day we can visit it.”

We? Lois glanced at Clark under long eyelashes and he seemed to realise what he’d said. “I mean, uh ...”

Lois went to him and put her arms around his waist.

“I know what you meant.”

Clark turned from the counter where he’d been busy rinsing the dishes and pulled her into an embrace. She lifted her head for his kiss and he obliged. They stood there, locked in the embrace for a long while. Lois loved the feeling of warmth and security she had in his arms.

The next track on the CD began to play.

Look into my eyes, you will see, what you mean to me
Search your heart, search your soul
And when you find me there, you’ll search no more

Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do - I do it for you

Lois pulled away slightly and tilted her head to look up at him.

“Dance with me?”

He frowned. “What? Here?”

Lois bit back the sarcastic retort she wanted to make and pulled at his hand.

“Lois, I can’t dance.”

“No, you won’t dance. There’s a difference. And besides, it’s a slow song. If I remember correctly, you danced with me at Chloe’s wedding.”

Oops, sore spot, Lois thought as she saw his face. He still blamed himself for what had happened to Jimmy. But it wasn’t as if the creature that had crashed that particular party had been his doing. She bit her lip, but then Clark seemed to relax, smiling gently down at her.

“Now I know you’re up to something,” he said with a little snicker.

“Can’t I spend a quiet evening with my boyfriend without wanting something?”

“You really want me to answer that?” he returned.


Oh, this was so unfair. He was not co-operating. Damn the general anyway. He knew more about fighting wars than he did about relationships.

“Come on, please?” Lois cajoled.

Clark relented, letting her lead him to the little area in front of the sofa where she made him put his arms around her and they swayed gently in time to the music. With a sigh, Lois leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. Clark kissed the top of her head and she smiled.

Find me here, and speak to me
I want to feel you, I need to hear you
You are the light, that’s leading me
To the place, where I find peace, again

You are the strength, that keeps me walking
You are the hope, that keeps me trusting
You are the light to my soul
You are my purpose, you’re everything

Clark stopped dancing and pulled away. His eyes did an odd little dance as he looked at her.


It was the moment of truth. “Clark, I ...”

“I thought you wanted to take things slow,” he said.

“I did,” she whispered. “But then I realised something. That the reason I kept finding excuses to go slow was because I got scared. Clark, I want this to work. I want us to work. And I don’t want to waste any more time.”

Clark led her to the sofa and they sat down.

“Lois, what are you afraid of?”

“Well, you know how I dated Ollie, and then Grant. Only I was with Grant to forget Ollie, only I couldn’t, not then, and then I broke up with Ollie and it really broke my heart, you know, but you were always there, and I started to see you as more than just ... well, you know, and I know I’m babbling. I never babble.”

“Are you kidding? You’re a brook.”


“Never mind,” he said, shaking his head. “Lois, what do you really want from me?”

“I think I’m in love with you,” she said. “And I’ve never felt this way about anyone, not even Ollie. I mean, you know how I was always going out with Mr Wrong and then your Mom once told me that she went through a lot of, you know, the wrong guy before she found the right one – your Dad, and she said that sometimes you have to go through a lot of them before you know it’s right. And the thing is, I’ve never felt this was more right. You and me. It’s like we’re ... um, Wild Cherry sauce and Vanilla ice-cream. Like two very different things but put them together and they make a sundae.”

“We’re an ice cream sundae?” Clark sounded amused.

“It’s an analogy, Smallville!”

“I know that sweetie.”

Lois stared at him for a moment, startled by the endearment. But she let it pass. She continued, wanting to at least try to get out what she had been feeling.

“I mean, when you kissed me that time, I know I ran, but I was confused. I’d just sort of realised how I felt about you, and it’s so funny, you know, because ever since I’ve known you I’ve always thought you were this annoying geek, and I know ...” she said, putting a finger on his lips before he could say anything. “The thing is, I always liked it, you know, the whole you and me thing because you’d say something to push my buttons and I’d push right back and I always thought it was because we were friends. But I knew when Lana left that last time that you had realised she wasn’t the one and I hoped, maybe just a little that you saw me that way. And then you kissed me and I realised you did and I got scared. I’ve never felt something so ... intense ... before. Not even with Ollie. And I’m sorry for the long monologue, I really am, I just ...Maybe you should just shut me up.”

“I can do that,” he smiled, leaning over to kiss her senseless. And there it was. The kiss that always made her toes curl and want to kick her foot up. And oh, his lips were so soft, and even with the little bit of stubble, his skin felt amazing. Then he was burying his lips in her throat and she felt the slight scratch of his stubble.

“Oh Clark,” she sighed. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. This was what she wanted, what she needed. His lips on her skin, raining kisses, making her squirm beneath him, desperate to get closer.

Lois moved over, sitting astride his lap. It felt almost as if she could just crawl inside his skin, the need for that closeness burning inside her.

Clark’s hands were roving over her back, making her body tingle. How did he do that, she wondered. She let her own hands wander down to his waist, pulling the shirt out of his jeans. And oh god, bare skin. She could feel the warmth of his skin underneath her hands and it felt like silk over steel. His torso was flat and perfect and she had never felt anything like it.

She barely noticed Clark pulling away.

“Lois,” he said finally. Loudly. She realised he’d been trying to get her attention.


“I don’t want to get carried away here,” he said. “We could end up doing something we might regret.”

She shook her head. “No we won’t,” she insisted. “I want this.”

He looked seriously at her. “Are you sure, Lois? Because it could change everything.”

She nodded. “I’m sure.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Psyching herself up for this, she told herself. “Make love to me Clark.”

He seemed to hesitate and she was afraid that he would reject her. He was thinking hard about something, that much she could tell. But just when she thought he would decide to get up and leave he nodded slowly.

Then he was standing up, picking her up in a bride’s carry, moving to the bedroom. He laid her gently on the bed and Lois reached behind her to pull the zip of her dress down. Clark shook his head.

“No. Let me.”

Lois turned her back to him so he could slowly unzip her dress. He was leaning over her, so close she could feel his breath on her neck, sending slight shivers up and down her spine. As the zip slowly went down, she felt his hand on her back. Just the lightest touch but it sent shocks through her.

He was sitting on the bed when she turned her head to look at him, her dress open. She leaned back against him, rubbing her nose along his jaw. His hands, resting at her waist, tightened slightly. She tilted her head, inviting him in, and he took the invitation, his lips closing over hers. Tongues engaged in a gentle clash, not so much a battle as a mating. Intertwining.

Lois let go of the last vestiges of control she had, falling to the bed, feeling him falling with her. She wanted to cry out, call his name as his lips found the silken skin at her throat, but she was so overwhelmed with her desire that she couldn’t have verbalised any more than a grunt. As it was, Clark didn’t seem to be faring any better. The occasional moan was all he could muster.

Somehow – Lois didn’t know how – she’d become naked in the last few seconds. Well, almost naked. She still had her panties on at least. And Clark had taken his shirt off. Lois gasped as his mouth found her breasts – her naked breasts. Lois wanted to giggle at that but god, he was so good, anticipating her desires before she’d even expressed them in her head. Gentle when she wanted gentle, rough when she ...

“Oh!” she gasped again as his finger found its way beneath the elastic of her panties and was quickly making its way to ... Bullseye!

“Oh god, yes,” she cried out.

She opened herself to him, giving him room to get in as he slowly kissed his way down her body. He was thumbing her clit. Lois was dizzy with the incredible sensations, her body shuddering. She lifted her hips as his other hand slid beneath her butt to remove her panties. Lois lay back on the pillows, scarcely able to believe that this was finally happening. She’d dreamed of this moment. Wanted it for so long but had always been too afraid to admit what she’d wanted.

The first experimental lick of his tongue had her screaming, her body bucking in response. Clark stilled her, his large hand on her belly, gently but firmly keeping her down.

“Please,” she muttered. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her mouth was dry, her face was flushed and she was going to die if she didn’t have him right now.

Clark left her for a few seconds and Lois was almost sobbing, unsure whether it was from the desire, or whether it was because she didn’t feel him near her. But then he was back and she looked up at him, hearing the crinkle of the foil from a condom packet. He was ripping it open and putting it on. Lois sat up and pulled him down to her, not even pausing to look at his naked body. She didn’t care how he looked right now, although she knew from that one experience several years ago that he was incredible to look at.

Clark paused as he leaned over her, green eyes looking deep into her own hazel ones. She reached up and kissed him, feeling him nudge her entrance.

And oh, he was big! But he took it slowly, watching her reactions as he pushed his way slowly inside her, until he was deep within her. Lois felt the stretch, but it didn’t hurt. He’d been so careful. She had the impression that he was trying to control his strength. She always knew he was strong. Lifting hay bales on a farm would do that to a person.

He began to pull out then thrust back in, this time a little harder, a little faster and she cried out, egging him on, wrapping herself around him so he went deeper, harder until her body tensed and she came calling his name. One more thrust and he joined her, almost frozen in place.

When he pulled out, Lois could feel the stretching of her muscles. She would be sore in the morning, she gathered. She lay there, getting her breath back, while Clark removed the condom and threw it in the trash can. Then he was back in her arms. She kissed him.

“That was amazing!” she said.

He kissed her shoulder. “You’re amazing,” he whispered back.

“No you are,” she told him. “Clark, I ...” Was she ready to say those three little words? It didn’t matter, because he looked as if he wasn’t quite ready to hear them.

They curled up together, falling asleep within minutes. But when Lois woke she was alone. Clark had gone.

“Oh my god,” Julia gasped. “Why did he leave?”

“I don’t know. I mean, we had such an amazing night, but ...”

Lois was shocked to find her eyes filling with tears. It had been nearly a year, but she could remember that night, and the morning after.


“That’s the night Chloe was murdered!”


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 31st, 2010 09:58 am (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter honey!! But I didn't like that last line.

Edited at 2010-03-31 09:59 am (UTC)
Mar. 31st, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
Well, there had to be a reason why he pulled away and that was it. I didn't want to do it, but it had to come.
Mar. 31st, 2010 01:50 pm (UTC)
WHOA! What a hot intense experience for the two of them and then it was chloes murder!!!!! god clark must have felt awful. I'm sure he isn't forgiving himself in regards to that!! THEN not being able to tell lois why he left. good lord poor clark.

My monitor melted my dear! hot stuff!
Mar. 31st, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
They'll both be blaming themselves for it even though neither one of them could have predicted the outcome. There had to be a catalyst for Clark pulling away from her.

Hee, your monitor melted huh? Then I guess my work is done! It's funny, it took me three days to write this chapter, which is so unlike me, but I wanted the whole 'Operation' to be funny and hot.
Apr. 11th, 2010 06:13 am (UTC)
*squeeeee!* My, oh my, that was fabulous - well worth the wait. But what an evil cliffie! The best thing about reading this late is that I know you'll have posted the follow up already. I'm off to find it!
Apr. 11th, 2010 07:13 am (UTC)
Hmm, I'm probably going to disappoint with the follow up but I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter.
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