Shaken

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman that I ever seen
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin' me out with those American thighs
-AC/DC, You Shook Me All Night Long

Clark Kent was a scary man when he was angry. Same was true when he was horny. Lois wasn’t ‘innocent’ in the classic sense. She had experience with men, some good, some bad, but even the worst man she’d ever been with hadn’t been capable of the look of pure, dangerous lust that was in Clark’s eyes right now.

The Daily Planet bullpen was empty. The two of them had been working late on a health food store selling poisoned vitamin suppliments, when idol conversation had strayed into relationship territory. It had all seemed so innocent, their talk of favorite ways of kissing, horseplay, the little games that lovers played when they were feeling frisky. Nothing that would really embarrass a couple of platonic friends.

Then Clark had put a toe over the line, asking her favorite sexual position, and sure as you please she went with her instinct to flirt and said she liked it from the back, preferably looking in a mirror, so she could see it all happen.

It wasn’t difficult to flirt with Clark. The man looked like someone straight out of GQ when in a suit, which he wore to work as a standard uniform. She was used to good old farm boy Clark in the plaid, or that stupid blue or red jacket and jeans. Not in a suit. Not looking so damn…fine. He was leaning back in the chair, those big hands clasped behind his head, his long, lean body stretched languidly out in the task chair which groaned under his considerable weight. Even under the shirt and undershirt, Lois could see the rippling muscles of his abs. She’d once thought they were honed and cut from years of hard work on a farm, but the truth was, she’d recently learned, that Clark was an alien from another world, and muscles just came with the total package of amazing abilities.

Now Clark was peering out from those impossibly long lashes, his green eyes looking oddly red, his full red lips were curved in what could only be called a smirk.

“You’re looking at me like I’m a piece of candy,” Lois said, and laughed nervously.

“You are sweet, Lois,” Clark countered. His smirk peered out a little more from his otherwise still, cautious face.

“Well, we’re finished with this story,” she said, saving the article on the main server so it could be looked over for editing and then printing. She closed her computer down with shaky fingers and reached her purse. Clumsily, she knocked it from the desk.

It never hit the floor. Clark was suddenly kneeling beside her, holding the purse upright, nothing spilling from it.

“Wow,” she said. Well…whispered. She couldn’t quite get enough air past her vocal cords for actual speech, and her mouth was as dry as dust. She’d do anything for some water. “What a catch.”

“I like not having to hide who I am from you,” said Clark.

She reached for her purse, her fingers brushing against Clark’s. Lois could swear there was a literal spark when their skin touched. It raced straight to her heart. God, such a reaction from just a touch…

There was a veritable jolt that rocked Lois to her core when Clark’s hand brushed against her face, moving a lock of hair from her cheek.

“We have mirrors at home,” he said suggestively.

Lois had moved in with Clark a few months ago so Chloe and Jimmy could have the apartment over the Talon. They’d been perfectly platonic up to that point. Then tonight…

“Clark, uh…I think we…should…”

“Yeah, I think we should too,” he said, taking her the wrong way. Or perhaps he’d understood she was about to object and was having none of it. Not without trying. How could a simple farm boy she’d never noticed before have such a powerful effect on her?

There wasn’t much distance between Clark’s lips and Lois’s now. All she had to do was say something, tell him no. Move back. Turn her head. Do something. Anything. He’d stop. It’d be over and neither of them would have to complicate their lives or their friendship with sex.

But Lois did nothing. She didn’t want to stop Clark.

Closing the gap, Clark’s lips smothered Lois’s, his tongue explored the moist, soft recesses of her mouth, and his hands roamed boldly over her body, coming to rest behind her bottom and pulling her forward. Her skirt rode up, exposing the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs and he leaned into her, eliciting a moan of pleasure when his hardening length pressed against her.

Lois wondered, in the back of her mind where she was still capable of conscious and deliberate thought, if she and Clark would be able to hold off long enough to make it to a mirror at all.

Clark set Lois down on her feet in the women’s restroom just off of the bullpen, and across from the main bank of elevators, facing the mirror.

“What if someone walks in?”

“I’ll solve that little problem.”

He blinked out of existence, with the door flying open seemingly of its own accord. Before it could close, Clark had reappeared, wedging a rusty metal bar under the door handle so that it couldn’t be pushed open from the outside. He returned to her, pulling off his jacket. Lois turned away from the mirror to face Clark.

“Don’t you think we’re moving a little fast, Smallville? I mean, we’ve never seriously flirted before tonight. It’s just such a leap to have sex when…well…”

Clark set Lois on the sink and wrapped her legs around him, where he stroked her hips playfully.

“You’re right, we are moving fast. Or maybe we haven’t moved fast enough. Have you never thought of us before?”

Hell yeah, I’ve thought about it, Lois though to herself. How could she not? Clark may be a simple farm boy, but he was undeniably sexy. She’d have to be blind not to see how gorgeous he was.

But she’d been blinded by looks before, and they’d always led to big mistakes. She said as much to Clark.

“You know me, Lois. I’m not like the other men who’ve ever let you down.”

“I know, Clark,” she said hesitantly. Lois felt shaken, and uncertain. She wanted to trust, she wanted to believe, but long experience had taught her that doing so only led to disappointment.

“We don’t have to have sex tonight, Lois. I just want to be near you, close to you.” He leaned in and kissed her deeply. “I want to be more than just your buddy ‘Smallville.’”

Lois eased down from the sink and turned back to the mirror. She gazed at Clark, who towered above and behind her. He made a great friend, but would he make a great boyfriend? Would he hurt her as too many others had in her past? She’d been let down before, by her father, her boyfriends…why should she trust Clark Kent to be any different than say, Oliver Queen? Hadn’t they both had secret identities they hadn’t trusted her enough to tell her about?

What if Clark is different, though? What if he’s the one? Lois thought, enjoying the feel of his hands gently stroking her arms, light enough to arouse gooseflesh on her arms, but too heavily to tickle.

He was good with his hands, that’s for sure.

“I know what you want most, Lois. You want to be loved. You want to feel safe that you won’t be abandoned. Let me love you. Let me make you feel secure.”

Lois nodded once. It was all the communication they needed between them. Clark’s big hands gently pulled her skirt up, bunching it around her waist. She had great thighs. Strong, athletic. Lois Lane wore beauty with the same ease and grace that Elizabeth wore her crown. It was natural for her to be lovely, to be both strong and delicate at the same time.

He slid one hand into her panties, flimsy white bikini panties that she had soaked through in anticipation. His fingers found the hard nub of her clitoris where he began to stroke with the utmost of ease, ever aware of his superhuman strength. She gasped, and threw her head back as he rubbed her. God, she was beautiful when she was aroused, with her eyes closed, her teeth biting lightly her upper lip, a thin sheen of sweat forming on her brow…watching her, hearing her light whimpers of pleasure made Clark’s cock harden painfully. He wanted to sink into her right then.

Lois leaned forward, rubbing her round, supple bottom suggestively against the aching length of Clark’s erection. He closed his eyes, unseeing the light smile that curved his lover’s lips. She reached behind herself, unzipped his fly, and took Clark into her hand. They stood there, struggling to keep their feet as they stroked one another towards climax.

Clark had to do something fast, or he was going to cum before he got the chance to feel himself inside of Lois. Lois leaned forward even more and planted her feet squarely on the floor, giving Clark an incredible view of her long legs. Runner’s legs, so strong and perfectly formed. He found her entrance and slowly, gently, pushed forward until he was sheathed completely within her. Her body hugged his tightly, warmly, and Clark had to take a few moments to get himself back under control.

Clark looked at Lois’s eyes in the mirror, withdrew until he was almost out, and then slid forward again. Lois had a look pleasurable torture in her eyes as he moved agonizingly slow.

“Don’t tease,” she whispered, moving away from him as he pulled out. He thrust with a little more force, careful not to lose control so that he hurt her. He put a little more force behind each thrust of his hips until he fell into a rhythm that suited them both.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Travel by superspeed was strange, but convenient. One moment Lois was setting her clothes straight in the bathroom at the Planet, the next Clark was scooping her up and whisking her away to Smallville, and the house they shared on the farm. For the first time he took her to his room, where they undressed and climbed beneath the covers. Lois was tired from the long day, and the intense lovemaking she’d shared with Clark.

“We should move into the master bedroom,” Lois said. Clark wrinkled his nose. “I know, but that feels like my parents’ room, still.”

“We could always get our own place together,” Lois said. “Or, I could move into this room. If you want—”

“I want,” he said quickly. Lois laughed.

“You know, I’ve got a good feeling about us,” Lois said.

Clark kissed her lightly on the forehead, and then on the lips.

“I’ll never let you down.”

Lois had never really believed in destiny, but there was something about Clark that gave her faith. Somehow she knew, deep in her heart, in her soul, that she’d finally found the one. Lying in Clark’s arms, she drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. It was the sleep of a satisfied lover, the sleep of a woman who felt loved, and safe. The sleep of a woman who knew she would never be abandoned again.