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The Return of Lex Luthor 67/?

The Return of Lex Luthor

Genre: Drama
Characters: Clark, Lois, Lex, OC, Perry White, Justice League

Pairings: Clois, Lex/OC
Rating: Mostly PG but some chapters R
Disclaimer: The characters of Smallville and the DC comic universe belong to the producers, writers etc. The original character is mine but is not, I repeat, not a real person, although they are drawn from real life for the sake of realism. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidence.

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

a/n: Banner by the lovely and extremely talented [info]ctbn60 

It all started here 

Go back a step

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Lois opened the door to the hotel room, looking around for Clark. Holding the small shopping bag in her hand, she bit her lip, wondering where her husband was.


There was no answer. Oh goody, she thought, quickly walking to the bathroom. Maybe he was downstairs getting the paper.

Lois had got up early that morning to check out a local boutique, sneaking out while Clark was sleeping. They had been checking out the shops yesterday and she had seen something in the window of the boutique that she just knew Clark would like.

She quickly changed in the bathroom, listening for the sound of the door. She’d just finished changing when the door opened.


“In here babe.”

Lois opened the bathroom door and came out into the bedroom. Clark came in, holding a paper in his hand.

“Hey, there’s a luau tonight at the local ...” He stopped, staring at her, then swallowed visibly.

“You like?” Lois said, twirling around

“I think the operative word is gulp!”

“He likes it,” she said happily, looking proudly down at the teensy pink bikini. She had also bought a white sarong to wear over her hips and a top to cover herself until they got to the beach. “I thought we could go swimming or something,” she said with a grin. Clark was still staring.

“Or we could stay in,” he said, finding his voice at last.

He approached her, his eyes roving over her appreciatively. Lois loved the gleam of lust in his eyes as he pulled her to him, running his hands over her body.

“I tell you what,” she said in a whisper. “I’ll make you a deal. You come to the beach with me for, say, a couple of hours and I’ll let you do anything you want right now.”


“Anything,” she confirmed.

“In that case, deal,” he said, lifting her up and practically throwing her on the bed. Lois squealed, her squeal quickly turning to a moan as his mouth began sucking at the skin of her throat. The bikini was soon gone as Clark’s mouth explored her body.

As suddenly as he started, he stopped. Lois looked up at him, puzzled.


“Stay there,” he said. “There’s something I want to try.”

“Will I like this something?” she asked.

“Oh, I think so.”

He zipped away at super speed, but was back within seconds. Lois was startled to find her arms lifted and her wrists tied together, then attached to the headboard with a chiffon scarf. Another scarf was tied around her head as a blindfold.

“What are you...” she began, but Clark shushed her.

Something cold and wet trickled on her heated skin, making her hiss. Clark was dropping it, whatever it was, all over her.

“Yum, chocolate Lois,” he chuckled.

Lois squirmed as he began licking up the chocolate sauce, giggling as his tongue tickled her. Since her hands were tied to the headboard she was effectively helpless but oh god it felt so good to just lie there and surrender to him. She felt his mouth going lower, brushing over the curls between her thighs. She moaned as his tongue lightly touched her clit, sending sharp sensations through her body.

Heat was rising through her and the throbbing inside was becoming almost unbearable. Aching to touch him, Lois wriggled, effectively trapping his head between her thighs as he nibbled at her sex, thrusting his tongue inside briefly before resuming his teasing.

“Please, please, please,” she babbled, barely even aware that she was doing it.

She was so close to the edge now, so close she could almost taste it. But Clark was stopping. He was undoing her bonds and taking off the blindfold. Lois stared up at him, puzzled, but he didn’t answer her unspoken question, just rolled her onto her side.

She felt him settle beside her, his erection nestled in the cleft of her ass. His hand moved to between her thighs, opening her up. She turned her head and he kissed her from behind. Lois moaned as he slipped a finger inside, thrusting gently. He added another finger and she almost jack-knifed with the pleasure that hit her. Clark kissed her shoulder, his eyes appearing to question. Lois nodded and whimpered at the loss of his fingers inside her but sighed happily as they were replaced by his cock.

Lois flung her head back against his shoulder as he thrust deep inside her, crying out his name as between his cock and his thumb on her clit, he took her over the edge. Then he was pulsing inside her and all she could do was hang on for dear life.

It was an hour or so later than Lois had planned, but they did make it to the beach. She lay in just her bikini on a sun-lounger, sunglasses shielding her eyes, pretending to sleep but instead watching as her husband played around in the surf. God but she loved his body. She could watch those rippling muscles all day. And it hadn’t escaped her notice that every other woman on the beach was watching.

She was so busy watching Clark in the surf that she didn’t see the man coming to sit beside her until he sat down.

“Hi there,” he said. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone.”

“Who said I’m alone?” Lois said smoothly. “My husband isn’t far away.”

“Then he’s an idiot for leaving you out here where any guy can steal you.”

Lois laughed. “Are you serious? Do women actually fall for that line?”

The man looked a little put out. “Usually. But it’s not a line,” he tried.

Lois shook her head. It was too late for denial. She sat up and looked at the man properly.

“Look, buddy, I’m sure you think you’re God’s gift and all that, but you’re wasting your time.” She nodded toward the surf. “See that guy over there? The one with the muscles? That’s my husband. And he wouldn’t be happy to see you trying to chat me up.”

The man glared at Clark who had cocked his head, and Lois was fairly sure he was listening.

“Yeah, a guy with muscles like that has to be all brawn and no brains.”

Oh, you are so going to regret you said that, Lois thought. She grinned up at Clark as he came out of the water and over to her.

“You’d be surprised,” she told the man who stared in shock as Clark loomed over him. Lois noticed he’d put his glasses on before he confronted the man.

“That’s my wife you’re trying to flirt with,” he growled.

The guy suddenly looked very nervous. He obviously hadn’t realised how big Clark really was.

“Uh, hey, you know I didn’t mean anything by it. I just wanted to, uh ...”

“Get lost,” Clark told him. The man nodded dumbly and took off. Lois just laughed up at him.

“That was evil,” she said with a smirk. “You scared the poor guy out of his wits.”

Clark just grinned and sat on the side of the lounger. “You looked like you needed rescuing,” he said.

“I did,” she answered, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. “My hero.”

Lois knew every other woman on the beach would be so jealous of her right now. Probably enough to make them want to claw her eyes out. But she didn’t care.

Toward sunset they headed to the luau. Lois’ eyes widened at the selection of food from tropical fruits to baked clams.

“Wow, this is amazing!”

Clark nodded. “Let’s grab a table.”

A woman in traditional Hawaiian garb served them drinks. Hawaiian fruit punch with a little kick to it.

“Welcome,” she smiled. “Is this your first time in Hawaii?”

They nodded. “Actually,” Lois told her, “we’re on our honeymoon.”

“Oh, congratulations,” the woman beamed. “You make such a lovely couple. Perhaps there is a song you would like the band to play in honour of your honeymoon?”

“Can we think about it?” Clark asked.

She nodded, still smiling. “I’ll come back a little later,” she told them.

Lois turned to Clark and smiled. “I love it here. Everyone’s so friendly.”

Clark nodded. “I know what you mean.”

The band struck up a song. A cover version of an old eighties song.

Aruba, Jamaica, oo I wanna take ya
To Bermuda, Bahama, come on pretty mama
Key Largo, Montego, baby why don’t we go

“Let’s dance,” Lois said, grabbing her husband’s hand. Clark reluctantly followed her to where other couples were dancing, arms around each other.

Off the Florida Keys
There’s a place called Kokomo
That’s where you wanna go
To get away from it all

Bodies in the sand
Tropical drink melting in your hand
We’ll be falling in love
To the rhythm of a steel drum band
Down in Kokomo

Lois felt Clark tense up as he tried to move in time to the music.

“Hey, relax,” she said softly. “Just sway with me.”

“You know I can’t dance,” he said.

“You danced at our wedding.”

“That was different,” he said. “I was dancing with you. And we knew everyone there.”

“You’re with me now. Don’t worry about everyone else. Just keep looking at me.”

Clark looked deep into her eyes and she felt him relax, body swaying with the music. There you go, she thought with a smile.

They sat for hours, talking, just enjoying each other’s company. Occasionally other couples would come and talk to them and invite them to dance. Lois was happy to discover that Clark soon relaxed enough to dance without worrying how it looked. And okay, so he was no Fred Astaire, but when he did get into it, he looked to be enjoying it.

As the song they were dancing to ended, Clark took her hand and was just about to lead her back to their table when one of the band members spoke.

“I understand we have a young couple here on their honeymoon tonight. Now we asked them if there was a song they’d like us to play for them, but they’ve yet to make a request, so we came up with this. Congratulations Mr and Mrs Kent.”

Clark looked as if he was blushing as the other couples turned to look at them and clapped. Lois just grinned, giving him a kiss on the cheek and hugging him. The band struck up the song. A version of an old song once covered by Michael Bolton.

When a man loves a woman
Can’t keep his mind on nothing else
He’d trade the world, for the good thing he’s found
If she is bad he can’t see it
She can do no wrong
Turn his back on his best friend if he put her down

Lois sighed happily as they wandered hand in hand along the dark beach.

“Are you cold?” Clark asked. She shook her head. She was never cold when she was with him.

“That was a great luau, wasn’t it?” she said.

“I didn’t notice,” Clark said. “All I noticed was you. You looked so beautiful tonight Lois.”

“Sap,” she smirked.

“Your sap.”

She turned and let him pull her into his arms, kissing him hungrily. They sank to the sand, still kissing. But then Clark seemed to hesitate.

“Clark?” she asked.

“I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” he said.

“Clark, it’s two o’clock in the morning. No one else is around.”

He glanced up. She was right. There was no one else around. He kissed her again, forgetting everything else but her. Her scent, her taste, the way her body moulded to his.

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” she said, winding her arms around his neck. “Make love to me Clark. Right here, right now.”

Clark obliged, letting her set the pace as they made love on the sand, hearing the waves of the surf crash a few metres away. He rolled over so Lois was on top as she lowered herself onto him, moving up and down until they both came to a climax that was less like a tidal wave and more like a gentle tide of sensation.

The next week passed in a blur. Lois was sorry to see the honeymoon end, but she knew they had to get back to work. Back to reality.

On their first day back at the Planet, they stood in the elevator. Lois clutched a maple donut while Clark was holding a cup of coffee. She stole a glance at him, then glanced at the man standing to her left. The doors dinged and the man got out with barely a glance at them. As soon as the doors closed, she turned to Clark.

“Kiss me,” she said.

“Happy to,” he grinned, kissing her.

“Mm, tell me this is all a dream and we’re really still at the hotel in Hawaii.”

Clark sighed. “I wish I could Lois,” he said, still kissing her.

She moaned. “Ooh, how am I supposed to get through the day knowing you’re like two feet away and I can’t touch you.”

“I feel the same way, Lois,” Clark told her.

“God, Smallville, I wish ...”

Whatever she was going to say next was prevented by the lift doors opening. They barely had time to break apart. As it was, Cat Grant was standing there, waiting for the lift. She smirked at them.

“Well, if it isn’t good old Lois and Clark,” she smirked. “Have a good time?”

“Are you kidding?” Perry stepped into view. “From the look of them, I’m betting they never even left the hotel.”

Lois just smirked at her boss. “Wrong, Perry. We do actually know how to have a good time outside of the bedroom.”

Cat rolled her eyes. “Whoa, too much information,” she said. She glared at Clark. “You gonna move so I can get in the lift?”

Clark moved aside to let her in. “What’s her deal?” he asked Perry.

“Bad break-up. Don’t even go there. Glad you two are back. There’s a story brewing on Superman and I want you two on it.”

“Oh really?” Lois asked. She glanced at Clark, cocking her eyebrow. Perry didn’t even notice.

“Word is, that she-wolf from Checkmate is sniffing around again. And she’s out for blood. Superman’s blood.”

Lois and Clark looked at each other. Yep, it was back to work with a vengeance.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 25th, 2010 03:38 am (UTC)
whoa meltingly hot! Wow just wow...ugh back to reality noooo!! Can't wait for the sniffing to start! I wonder how perry got an earfull.
Jul. 25th, 2010 04:05 am (UTC)
Yeah, reality bites, huh? As for Perry, well, he is pretty close to a certain political figure who does have an insight into what's been going on.
Jul. 25th, 2010 10:31 am (UTC)
Really LOVE this new chapter!

It sure is back to work with a vengeance.
Jul. 25th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
Glad you love the chapter.
Sigh, back to reality.
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