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The Truth About Men and Women 37/74

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 Thirty-Seven

Flying in Clark’s arms was incredible. Magical. When he’d first taken her up, she had closed her eyes, a little daunted by how high they were, and the fact that the only thing keeping her in the air was his strength.

She had expected him to take her back to his apartment, but certainly not this. As she turned her head, looking down at the ground hundreds of feet below, she really wasn’t sure where they were. Most of it was just a blur to her, although she suspected Clark was flying slower than normal.

She clung to Clark, trusting that he wouldn’t drop her, but still not as confident as him that things couldn’t change within a second.

Clark began to slow his speed and Lois looked around her. All she saw was a world of white, and it was difficult to tell where the horizon was. She frowned. When they’d left Metropolis, it had been evening, the shadows lengthening into night. But here it was as bright as day.

“Where are we?” she asked. “Why is it so bright?”

“We’re in the Arctic, Lois,” Clark told her as he descended. His flying speed was slow enough now that she could hear him over the wind in her ears.

Lois could have smacked herself on the back of the head for that. Of course. This time of year, it was possible to have daylight the whole twenty-four hours, depending on how close they were to the North Pole.

As her eyes adjusted to the light, she could make out a huge crystalline structure, which appeared to be Clark’s destination. Within a few seconds, they were landing inside the structure. Clark gently put her down. Lois felt the chill. It was well below freezing and she immediately began shivering.

“Jor-El, raise the temperature to adequate warmth for a human,” he called out, his arms around her. Lois sank back into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his own body temperature.

An accented voice came out of nowhere.

“It is done, my son.”

“Thank you,” Lois said, still looking around for the source of the voice. She glanced at Clark. “Who was that?”

“My birth father. Or a representation of him, really.” He took her hand. “Come on. I’m hungry. There’s a place we can eat.”

She followed him into an inner chamber. It really did seem warmer here. She wondered how that worked, considering the cold outside. Wasn’t Clark afraid the ice would melt underneath?

He looked at her and smiled.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “The structure is insulated so it doesn’t affect the conditions outside. And it’s environmentally controlled.”

“What is this place, Clark?” she asked as he sat down beside a small crystal platform which looked remarkably like a table. She watched as he set out the food.

“Dig in,” he said. He looked around him. “I call it my fortress of solitude. This is what my home planet was like. Well, the dwellings anyway.”

“So was Krypton a cold place? I mean, this is beautiful but ...”

“But what?”

“It just seems a little, um, cold.” And that sounded so lame in her head, but it was the easiest way to explain the impersonal feeling she got from the structure. To her, this wasn’t a home. A home had warmth, and emotion.

But she supposed that Clark felt comfortable here, given that it was part of his heritage. Not to mention the fact that he’d grown up in a household devoid of warmth and love. The general hadn’t been perfect, but she knew he’d loved his daughters.

“Well, I can’t speak from experience, but from what Jor-El has told me, Krypton had a red sun, and yes, it was cold. Colder than here.”


She helped herself to some of the food and began eating. It was still piping hot and delicious. Lois ate silently for a while, feeling a little awkward. She kept looking around her, checking out the surroundings. It really was beautiful, but so imposing. She wondered if Clark had ever brought anyone else up here, but she had no idea how to ask.

Clark frowned slightly at her.

“I can see that brain ticking over from here,” he said.

She grinned at him. “Clark, have you been x-raying my head?”

“Yup. It’s ticking over like clockwork. I can see all the little dials turning.”

Lois laughed. She loved that he could be silly when he wanted to.

“Come on, what is it?” he asked, sobering.

“I was just, um, wondering, have you ever, um, brought anyone else here?”

“Like another woman, you mean? No. I did bring Lex here a couple of times and, well, you could say Lex had a major attack of the geek.”

Lois chuckled. “Somehow I can’t imagine Lex geeking out on anything.”

“Oh, trust me, Lex is a big geek all right. He and Jor-El had a conversation that even I couldn’t follow.”

“So, what was Lex like as a kid?”

“Shorter,” Clark laughed. “No, seriously, he wasn’t too much different. Sure, he had fewer responsibilities and he did rebel against our father. He was a lot like me back then. Going out clubbing ‘til all hours, drinking, using drugs. I guess you could say he was trying to get the old man’s attention, and it worked, just not in the way he wanted. I mean, it was hard for him, you know? Knowing that the old man was more interested in what I was doing than what Lex was doing. I never wanted it.”

“But you know why Lionel was more interested in you. He wanted to exploit you.”

“Try explaining that to a teenage boy who only ever wanted his father to love him. Something which I doubt Lionel was ever capable of.”

“So, how did Lex end up in Smallville?”

“Well, you know, Lex had a juvenile record. But when he was twenty-one – actually it was his twenty-first birthday – he went to a local club to party and he took some drug; I can’t remember what it was, and he overdosed. It very nearly killed him.”

“Oh my god!” Lois gasped.

“He was in the hospital for three days and the old man had to bribe a few cops as well as the club owner to hide the scandal. Lionel didn’t care what we did as long as we didn’t get caught.”

“But this time ...”

Clark nodded. “So Lionel told Lex he was being sent to Smallville to run the crap factory. Lex raged for days, but he still went. And then I decided to skip out of school at Excelsior and went to Smallville, just in time to stop Lex from dying when he ran his car off a bridge. Well, Lionel came down and told me I was going to spend my senior year of high school in Smallville, and Lex was going to babysit me. Lex was so mad, he didn’t speak to me for days.”

“But you two get along so well now,” Lois pointed out.

It was true. She could see the love between the two brothers. They cared about each other deeply.

“We do,” Clark confirmed. “It’s taken a few years and a few fights but we’re friends as well as brothers. I mean, it’s not to say we hated each other growing up. Lex was kind of like my hero when I was a little kid. But now, I guess it’s more that we had a mutual hatred of our father and we learned to respect each other’s differences. And I don’t mean the physical ones. I mean, sometimes I still do things that Lex doesn’t like, but he’s not afraid to call me on it. He doesn’t cut me any slack and instead of getting angry at him for it, I know he only does it because he cares about me.”

“It’s like that with me and Lucy,” Lois said. “I mean, there was a time when Lucy was ‘the good one’.” She used air quotes for emphasis. “I used to resent her because she got the opportunities I was never given. Like boarding school in Switzerland. I was always the responsible one. And, you know, the general ran the household like he ran a platoon of men. But it turned out Lucy wasn’t as good as we both believed. Anyway, she’s married now, with a baby, and she’s really happy. And we get along better now than we ever did when we were teenagers.”

Clark put his hand on hers and smiled gently.

“I guess we all have our crosses to bear.”

Lois had had cause to wonder in the last few days how Clark and Lex had ever grown up sane in the Luthor household, given the way their father had treated them. But she now understood. They might have had their fights, their own mutual resentment, but deep down they had loved each other and, as she and Lucy had always done, had been able to turn to each other when they’d really needed it. That, she thought, was the difference between Lucas, who was clearly psychotic, and Lex and Clark.

“So, would you like a tour?” Clark asked. “I mean, there isn’t much really, but ...”

“I would love a tour,” she said softly, letting him pull her up.

He showed her the control console, which was made up of several crystals. Each could be pulled out to activate various functions, rather like a computer.

“You said the voice I heard was a representation of your birth father,” she said, touching the cool crystals.

“It’s an artificial intelligence. My father programmed it with all the knowledge of Krypton, including its history, and his memories. Unfortunately, it didn’t include his personality. So it was kind of cold when I first heard it.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, looking at him curiously.

“Well, I first knew about it when my ship activated. And it told me I was meant to ... hmm, how did he put it, ‘rule them with strength’. I thought that meant I was here to conquer Earth. That’s what Lionel thought too. I guess that’s why he was afraid of me when I really started getting my powers. Because he thought he wouldn’t be able to control me. He was right, too. He wouldn’t have.”

“But you’re not, are you?” Lois said, feeling a little anxiety creeping in.

“No,” he laughed. “I think Jor-El meant it as teaching the people. Guiding them, so Earth doesn’t make the same mistakes that led to Krypton’s destruction.”

“Oh, well, that makes more sense. So, why aren’t you? I mean, sure, you’re the Blur and everything, but ...”

“I guess I just haven’t felt ready to yet.”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean, remember Slade? Mr I hate vigilantes?”

Clark nodded.

“I guess, I just feel that maybe the Blur needs to come out of the shadows. So people like Slade are less of a threat.”

It was one thing that had been gnawing at her ever since she’d realised Clark was the Blur. That someone like Slade Wilson would do their level best to force Clark to do what they wanted, to follow the government agenda, rather than what Clark wanted to do.

Ever since the Blur had come on the scene, Lois had listened. She’d heard enough to know that Clark was an inspiration to other people. That he made others take a good long look at themselves. More people were out there trying to help thanks to the Blur. And Clark couldn’t do that if he was the government’s puppet.

Lois firmly believed that if people knew who the Blur was, or at least could put a face to the name, then his star might rise enough so the government could be forced to answer some serious questions if Clark suddenly disappeared. Or became the poster boy for some anti-terrorist crusade.

Clark took her hand and led her to another part of the fortress. Lois wondered why he’d called it his Fortress of Solitude, but she supposed she could understand why. He’d explained that the fortress was undetectable by Earth technology, including satellites, and it was so far north that there was little chance of anyone coming across it accidentally.

There wasn’t much to see of the fortress really, she decided. As Clark showed her another chamber that looked almost exactly like the one they’d just left, she turned, putting her arms around his neck.

“So, is there like a ... bedroom in this little hideaway?”

Clark grinned. “Are you trying to seduce me, Ms Lane?”

“Yup. Is it working?”

She didn’t even have time to take her next breath as Clark whipped her off to another chamber, setting her down on the floor. She looked around to find a huge bed, bigger than even a king size, in the middle of the chamber. It was covered in a large red comforter which looked incredibly bright against the white walls of the chamber itself, bringing out pink tinges in the crystals.

Lois bent down and touched the comforter. It felt almost like fur, it was so soft. She cocked her eyebrow at Clark.


“What’s wrong with red?” he asked.

“Nothing at all.”

She pulled him closer, tilting her head up for his kiss, tasting the sauce from dinner and something so uniquely Clark that left her wanting more. Clark’s arms were around her waist, holding her securely, but not too tightly. His tongue begged for entry and she granted it, opening her mouth to allow him inside. Her tongue slid delicately alongside his, tracing the shape and they moved together in a gentle rhythm, soft sighs escaping now and then.

Lois moaned as his hands began exploring her body. His skin was so hot to the touch, scorching in its intensity as he pulled her blouse up to touch the bare skin at her waist. His blunt nails just had enough of an edge to them to send goosebumps up and down her spine as he lightly scratched.

She moved her hands down, splaying them over his chest, feeling his warmth through the silk of his shirt. Lois fingered the buttons, slipping one out of the buttonhole so she could push the shirt open. She began stroking his skin, marvelling at how soft it was, yet his muscles were so firm. It was like silk-covered steel.

“Lois,” he began, but he seemed to hesitate as her hand managed to slip further inside, fingers catching on his nipple. His body jerked as if he’d been burned.

She kissed him again, running her tongue along his plump bottom lip, tasting him.

Slowly, Clark began undoing the buttons of her own blouse. His fingers were trembling just a little, which seemed a little odd to her, but she guessed it could be due to the intensity of his feelings. Her own fingers shook as she tried to undo the buttons on his shirt to give herself more access to his hard pecs.

One shirt and one blouse fell to the floor and strong arms pulled her even closer as lips descended once more on hers. Lois whimpered beneath the onslaught, her mind reeling as Clark’s touch claimed ownership of her. Body, heart and soul.

He was gently pushing her down to the bed and it was just as soft as she had thought it would be. He moved over her, still kissing her, while Lois’ hands roamed over his torso, loving the feel of his body over hers.

Clark began laying feather-soft kisses over her cheeks and jawline until she whimpered. He rolled over so she was now on top, his tongue licking at the juncture of her neck and shoulders. She felt a brief tingling sensation as he bit down gently, just nipping her.

She sat astride his waist, feeling evidence of his arousal beneath her, desperate for some friction to relieve the pressure of her own arousal. Her sex was already throbbing. They had been building up to this moment for so long and now that it was here, she couldn’t wait for release. She wanted him so much and she knew she wasn’t going to last very long.

“Shh,” he whispered against her neck. “There’s no rush.”

“I need you,” she whispered back.

“Lois,” he answered, strain in his voice. She could tell he wanted her just as badly.

“Please, Clark,” she moaned.

His hand flicked the hooks of her bra, releasing her aching breasts from captivity, and slid the straps down her arms. He rolled over so he was once more on top, leaning over her. Lois opened her eyes fully to look up at him and smiled. His own smile was full of love for her, his gaze one of passion and so intense she could burn under it. He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue in-between their joined lips, still being so gentle.

Lois reached down to his pants, undoing the button and sliding the zip down. Clark stayed her hand, getting up to remove the pants, along with his boxer briefs. Lois’ mouth watered as she saw his member, erect and hard. The tip was almost an angry red, wet with pre-cum.

She reached for him, finger touching the tip of him and he looked down.

“That’s what you do to me, Lois Lane.”

Feeling mischievous, Lois swiped her finger over the tip, wetting it with the fluid leaking from him and lifted her finger to her mouth. Clark made a strangled kind of grunt as he watched her sucking on her finger and she grinned up at him.

Enough teasing, she thought, seeing how turned on it made him just watching that and she sat up to pull the zipper down on her skirt. Clark stopped her, the bed dipping as he lay beside her, rolling her onto her side so he could slide the zipper down, then remove the skirt. Lois whimpered as he slowly slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her panties, just barely touching her. His hand pressed down on her sex as he watched her face and she could see a wicked grin forming.

“Don’t tease,” she growled.

“It’s my turn,” he answered.

“Damn it, Luthor, don’t you dare!” she said fiercely.

His grin widened. “I love it when you get all riled up.”

She glowered at him. “I’ll show you riled up!”

She sat up, and rolled over, pushing him onto his back on the bed, straddling his chest. He laughed, clearly enjoying the game. Lois knew damn well that she could never make him do anything he didn’t want to do, and he was certainly no pushover. But it didn’t mean she had to play by his rules.

Clark grasped her by the waist, pulling her up so she was practically sitting on his face. She frowned, wondering what he had in mind, but that question was answered as he pressed his nose to her satin-covered pussy. Lois squirmed above him as he continued to tease her.


She did not squeal. No, she did not!

Clark laughed at her, a deep rumble in his throat that went straight to her sex. His finger was playing with the elastic of her panties, pulling on it and letting it lightly snap back. Lois glared down at him, wondering what he was planning on doing.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned.

The warning came just a micro-second too late as he broke the elastic and ripped the panties off.

“Hey!” she said. “That was mean!”

Clark just laughed harder, so Lois decided she needed a little revenge. She pulled herself up, kneeling above him so he would have to either pull her down or lift his head at an awkward angle to get at her.

“See how you like that, Luthor!” she told him.

“I can still getcha,” he bragged.

“Oh yeah?”

Lois pushed herself completely off him and away from the bed, backing away. Clark grinned evilly at her.

“You’ll have to do better than that Lane,” he said.

Lois turned tail and ran, forgetting that she was completely naked. It was a good thing that these inner chambers were insulated though, she thought as she ran for it. She wouldn’t have relished the thought of running in snow.

Clark was still chuckling, his laughter echoing through the crystal chambers. Lois ran full tilt into something solid and realised he’d used his superspeed.

“Hey, that is cheating mister!”

He picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder and carried her back into the bedroom, tossing her on the bed.

“I hate you!” she growled.

“Sure you do,” he returned, pushing her onto her back. He leaned down and kissed her again, leaving her breathless and so dizzy with desire she forgot what part of the game they were playing.

“Clark!” she moaned.

“I’m here, baby,” he said.

She opened her legs under him, feeling him pressing against her.

“Please! No more teasing!”

His expression sobered and he nodded. Lois reached for him, pulling him down to her as he slowly began to breach her. Then he stopped and looked at her.

“Shit! I forgot! Are you ...”


“Well, I don’t want you to get pregnant. Not yet, anyway,” he added with a little grimace. “I mean, I’m not sure if I can but, still ...”

“You want to know if I’m on the pill? And you’re asking me that now?” She hit him on the shoulder.

“Ow!” Lois rolled her eyes. Like that really hurt him, she thought.

“Big baby! Yes, I’m on the pill. Clark, please!”

“You’re killing the mood here, babe!”

God, the man could try the patience of a saint. Lois reached for him, locking her legs behind him so it pushed him further inside her. She cried out, her body not used to accommodating someone as big as he was.

“God, Lois, you’re so tight!”

Clark pulled out and gently began to push in again, keeping his weight off her. Then he slowly began to increase his thrusts as her body adjusted. Lois held him tightly, feeling him fill her. Her body began to pick up his rhythm and they moved together.

Clark rolled over, and Lois began to move her body above him, impaling herself deeper and deeper on him, leaning down to kiss him. He brushed her hair away from her face, his expression tender and loving even as she undulated on him. And they became lost in the dance, their bodies moving in unison.

Lois woke a while later, not even sure what time it was, feeling snug and warm. Clark had pulled the comforter up at some point as she lay sleeping, her head on his chest.

She lifted her head and looked at him. He looked so peaceful, his face smooth in sleep, and younger than his age. His breathing began to change and she knew he was starting to wake up.
She began to press little kisses over his chest until his arms tightened around her. She looked up once more and grinned at him.

“Hi,” she said.


Lois went back to kissing his chest, her mouth on his nipple. She bit down gently, taking the nipple in her teeth and pulling just hard enough to make him gasp.

“Playing with fire there, Ms Lane,” he told her.

She grinned, worrying at the other nipple.

“Going to punish me?” she asked.

“Considering it.”

Lois ignored him, slowly exploring him with her mouth, tasting the salt of sweat on him. She found his navel, licking around the rim. Clark snickered.

“That tickles.”

Lois grinned. She’d found something he wasn’t invulnerable to. Oh, this was going to be fun, she thought. Her long hair brushed his skin as she slowly moved her way down, her chin bumping against his cock which had slowly hardened.

Lois wrapped her hand around the bottom of his shaft, lifting her head to glance at him.

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

“Think about what,” she said innocently.

“Don’t you play Miss Innocent with me, Lane,” he retorted. “Or else I might just have to do what I threatened.”

She sat up, her hand still on his hard shaft and looked at him with an evil glint in her eye.

“Ooh, trying to be macho man,” she grinned. “Bet you can’t take me.”

“Yeah,” he said, glowering at her. “How much are you willing to bet?”

Lois did not like that look in his eyes. She started to move away but he sat up and grabbed her ankle, pulling her in toward him until she was practically straddling his waist.

“You were saying, Ms Lane?” he said, his hand crawling up her leg, setting her nerves on fire.

“Clark, no fair!”

“Wanna talk about what’s fair?” he retorted. “How about army brats thinking it’s fun to tease?”

“Nooo!” she squealed as his fingers found the ticklish spot just below her ribs. She squirmed, trying to get away from those big hands, but he was relentless. Before long he had her writhing on her side, laughing her head off even as she tried to get away from him. “Clark, stop! Please! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Noooo!”

He lifted her, kissing the protests out of her, rolling her onto her back as he entered her again. Lois wrapped herself around him as he began to thrust inside her. His hand clutched hers.

“I love you,” she said, panting.

“I love you,” he answered.

“Clark, god! You feel so good!” she moaned as his thrusts became harder.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Her nails raked down his back and she tightened her hold on him, knowing he could take it. Her muscles squeezed him inside until he groaned, calling out her name. Lois came in what seemed like an explosion of stars. Clark stiffened, his seed filling her, then he collapsed beside her.

Lois rolled onto her side, kissing him as his hand stroked her, slowly getting her breath back. He brushed her hair back, kissing her again gently. With a soft sigh, Lois settled against him, closing her eyes.



( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 5th, 2012 12:45 am (UTC)
Awww they said it!! I love you! So sweet! You were right it was a hot time! They were lucky it didn't melt the fortress from the inside! Hot and wonderful chapter honey!!!
Feb. 5th, 2012 12:48 am (UTC)
Hee, yeah, and these two are just going to get hotter and hotter. I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter Carol
Feb. 5th, 2012 05:07 pm (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter sweetie! <3
Feb. 5th, 2012 06:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon.
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May. 19th, 2012 09:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks - it was tough trying to keep it R-rated, but I think it worked.
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