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Be Not Echoes	By : Isabelle_Jennings Category: DC Verse Comics > Justice League Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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PART 4: LOIS AND CLARK
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--- J'ONN (continued) ---
A half hour later found Lois waiting to be seated at Marco's, a nice, mid-priced up-scale Italian restaurant. Clark came in the door, rushing. He made it just in time not to be late. Typical Clark, Lois smiled. Always rushing off here or there. Not that she was much better.
"Hey Clark." Lois went over and hugged him experimentally.
"Um, hey Lois..." Clark replied, returning the hug after a beat. "Been waiting long?"
"Mm, about three minutes." She answered, internally kicking herself for being so accurate. Martians had an innate knack for keeping track of time's passing in their minds, it was effortless, and, of everything, still tripped her up a little pretending to be human.
"That's good..." Clark smiled as their eyes met, his hands on her arms, her hands on his waist. They moved closer and kissed. Lois closed her eyes and felt a thrill go through her. She moved closer to him. The energy just seemed to pour out of him in waves, an energy that wasn't that different from her own actually. A lot more similar to a Martian than a human at least, though definitely... not Martian. More like... sunlight... His scent was like that too; like the best of a hot summer's day.
A waiter coughed discretely, and they parted. Lois looked at the man expectantly.
"Your, uh, your table is ready, Ms. Lane." He offered. The place was very busy, and other people were waiting besides them.
"Thanks." She answered him. She looked at Clark and saw he was a little dumbfounded. "Clark?" She smiled.
"Huh? Um, oh, yeah. Table's ready. Um, let's go." He smiled.
Lois smiled back. "Some kiss, huh?" She observed as they followed the waiter.
"Some kiss." Clark echoed, looking at her in a new way, like he was just seeing her for the first time a little.
An hour or so later, their food was gone. The waiter had given them a desert menu, but they were too involved in their conversation to consider desert one way or another at the moment. "I think governments will always make a mess of things as long as people keep letting them be run by the people who want to run them, is what I think." Lois told, gazing into Clark's eyes. The conversation had turned to areas of social injustice, which Clark was heavily interested in. Lois, herself, didn't really much care. Or, she did, she just didn't think it was her place to interfere or stand in judgment. After all, Martian government had been much more merit-based that Earth governments were--much more social equality, no poor or disenfranchised citizens to speak of--and yet their society had ended in virtual extinction all the same.
"So, you're a meritocrat, is what I'm hearing?" He assessed. They were both flirting shamelessly back and forth by now with their body language and social cues and Lois was very much thinking she had a good chance of getting him into bed tonight.
Lois shrugged. "I guess. I don't really like to get into that sort of thing."
Clark smiled. "Which is why you'd be perfect for it?" He teased.
Lois's smile widened. "Exactly." She answered. "Just don't tell anyone. I so don't want that responsibility."
Clark just shook his head a little. "Secret's safe with me."
"Yeah, um, hey, Clark, can we get out of here? Some of the staff's giving us dirty looks. I think they want the table." She observed.
"Yeah, probably a good idea." Clark agreed, standing up and motioning to a nearby waiter to bring them the bill. He paid it and Lois didn't object. She knew the real Lois probably would, but Lois wouldn't date Clark in the first place and she honestly didn't care, more thinking of saving up her money for that penthouse apartment with the swimming pool than anything--and a free dinner was nothing to sneeze at.
A few minutes later, they walked out from the building's lobby onto the street. "So, your place or mine?" Lois asked.
"For what?" Clark asked, a little distracted.
"Sex. Your place or mine, for sex, Clark." Lois smiled, turning to him and taking his hands in hers. "I want to make love with you tonight, okay?" She explained softly.
Clark opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head a little and smiled. "I'm not sure that's a good idea." He answered, meeting her eyes. "I want things to work out with you, Lois. I don't want to rush things... I think we really might have something good between us."
"Me too. Why would making love be a problem for that though? Trust me, Clark. The best way for things not to work out between us is if you turn me down. Sex, making love, it's important to me, it's how I'll know if this is really meant to be with us, or if, if we should just be friends." She told him honestly, She hadn't been planning on forcing the issue like this of course, but Clark had really gotten to her and she wanted to be with him intensely right now. "I want to feel your skin next to mine tonight... If you make me go home alone, we're done." She told, looking intensely into his eyes to let him know she was serious about this. Because she was. Besides her growing attraction to Clark, the fact that Cat was probably getting married soon had her feeling this aching kind of needy for some reason. The idea of not having someone while Cat did, it was torturous. And she really did want to have Clark as a lover, not just a friend. The idea of having to wait through another dinner like tonight, looking at him across a table like he was food and she was hungry, without being able to touch him, it was just not something she wanted to do. She'd rather just commit to Erica right now if that was her choice, she realized. At least then it would be done with.
"Lois..." Clark pleaded.
"I mean it, Clark." She told. "I like you a lot, but I don't feel like playing a waiting game, alright?"
"If you really wanted me for me, you'd be willing to wait." Clark replied softly.
Anger flared up in her. "Fine! Be that way." She answered, turning around. "Goodbye Clark, thanks for dinner. Hope it was worth it." She stormed off, her emotions roiling inside. She felt really horrible, hurting. Maybe she'd try again with him some other time if things didn't work out with Erica, but right now she just wanted to fly off somewhere and be alone for a while until Erica got back from Spain so she wouldn't be a danger to those around her. Fuck, she really wanted Cat to be at home waiting for her right now. It was driving her a little crazy, she knew it. She wanted her so much, but she couldn't have her. Not like she wanted.
"Lois... Lois, wait damn it!" Clark came rushing after her hand grabbed her arm.
She looked at him and felt like she might hit him if he said something stupid again. "What." She spoke, oddly more a statement than a question somehow.
Clark just kissed her. Lois stiffened up at that at first, still mad at him, but then she relaxed and let herself enjoy the kiss, kissing him back with enthusiasm.
"Either one's... Ether one's fine." Clark told her.
"Either one what?" Lois asked, happily looking into his eyes and having been thinking of the fastest way to get him undressed.
"Your place or mine." Clark told meaningfully.
"Where do you live?" Lois asked.
"Brookline." Clark answered.
"Mine's closer." Lois smiled, the victory feeling stupidly good to her. Despite knowing how foolish it was, his rejection had stung a lot. "Come on." She dragged him over to the street. "Taxi!" She called, feeling like a weight had been lifted.
Clark laughed a little as one came over and Lois practically dragged him in with her. He landed a little over her and she smiled at him and pushed him up so they righted themselves. "Driver?" Lois told him her address and proceeded to take Clark by the collar and kiss him.
--- KAL ---
Lois had climbed onto his lap and was kissing him, taking her time. It was sensuous and exciting, he felt like... he belonged with her somehow. He felt himself get hard a little and pushed her away. "Lois, please..." She was so easy to talk with, but, he was getting the idea that being in a romantic relationship with her was going to be a lot more stormy if he wasn't careful. And, honestly, he wasn't the type of guy who liked stormy all that much. Adventure, fun, excitement? Sure. Stormy? No.
"Huh? Mm, whatever." She asked, snuggling up to him. "This is good too."
He put his arms around her and tried to think this through. Something else was going on here besides just him and her, he could tell that easily enough. He was a little apprehensive about saying anything though. Right now though, he really felt like he should. "Lois, what's this about? Really? I can tell something more than me wanting to wait has you upset."
"That's true." Lois admitted. "My best friend's getting married soon." She told him.
"Okay... and why's that a problem?" He asked.
"It's not. Or it shouldn't be, I guess. The woman she's marrying is great, I really like her..." Lois started to explain.
"But... you wish it was you, don't you?" Clark ventured, understanding finally coming. He was even more sure sleeping with Lois was a bad idea now; but really, he was smart enough to tell she was way too stubborn. If he said no right now, she'd probably refuse to give him another chance with her, for a good while at least, out of pride or something. By then, she might find someone else and it would be too late. Or she might just deicide that men were a bad idea altogether, and that would really shut the door. And, well, it wasn't like making love to her would be some big sacrifice on his part. Part of him thought he was kind of being a farm boy in the big city about this. Even having traveled so far and wide and done so much, he still had a little insecurity about that. About people seeing him as naÃ¯ve because of where he came from and what his values were. It bothered him a little. One thing was for sure though, his heart just wasn't willing to let him give up on the idea of being with Lois Lane.
"Honestly? Yeah. But it's almost certainly not going to happen. I just... I don't want her to have someone while I don't. It would hurt too much." She explained. "But don't think that means I'm just settling for you or something, that's not it at all. I really like you, Clark. I think I could fall in love with you so easily for some reason... I've got to be honest with you though, I am dating someone else besides you now, Erica Del Portenza, and it's kind of serious. But, she knows about you, so it's not cheating."
Clark lay his head back on the seat, "Great..." He remarked. "I'm really not that okay with this, Lois, I have to tell you."
"So tell the driver to let you out of the cab, Clark. No one's forcing you to be with me." She countered. "I know I have issues and baggage, I'm not pretending otherwise. It's your choice."
Clark was silent. This was crazy. But he still couldn't bring himself to do what Lois dared him to and tell the cabby to stop. He smiled and looked at her. "Well, I must have baggage and issues too, because I'm not going anywhere." He answered somewhat reluctantly, kissing her and feeling that instant chemistry between them go through him. He didn't know how to explain it, Lois just felt so right to him. Even just talking with her over dinner, or walking down the street and not saying anything, they just clicked so much. He felt like he could talk with her for hours. Lana was the only other person that had ever been true for, but Lois definitely wasn't Lana. Lois wasn't like anyone he'd ever met before. Although, come to think of it, she did remind him a little of his cousin for some reason. Not that they had similar personalities, just something about being around them felt... similar. Weird.
Lois smiled. "Good answer." She snuggled up to him and kissed his neck softly, under his ear. He felt a little shiver go through him, and suddenly sharing a bed with her seemed like the only thing in the world he wanted to do right then. He moved up off the seat a little and captured her lips in a kiss. She kissed back immediately and he felt like he was losing himself to something that was growing between them, and he really didn't mind, he just wanted to be kissing her.
--- LORI ---
Lori smiled as she watched Cat talking with a group of socialites, including a CEO and a congresswoman, and getting on like they were all old friends. She'd joined in on the socializing as best she could for the first hour or so, playing the dutiful/adoring plus one, but when Janice Covington started talking about her collection of antique vases at length, she'd politely made her excesses and decided to take a break to clear her head before heading back into the fray. It -also- afforded her the opportunity to engage in one of her favorite pass-times of late: watching Cat. Oh, she was sure she probably looked rather dreamy eyed and maybe even head-over-heels in love to anyone who noticed, but that was a cross she was willing to bear.
She was feeling thirsty again though, so she went to get a refill on her water glass--one of the perils of being a mermaid out of water, that you had to make sure to stay hydrated all the time or you could very easily find yourself with a case of something close to what heat-stoke was like for a human (really not fun, in other words).
As she switched out her glass for another though, she noticed a couple making a late arrival, and she could hardly have failed to recognize one of them--Ron Troupe. Her eyes narrowed and she felt tension come over her. She knew it wasn't really justified... or it was for the fact that he was her girlfriendâ€™s ex, but not for why she was really uncomfortable--because of her own bad experience with her own ex. Human psychological theory termed it 'transference', she knew that, knew it wasn't really about Ron, but about Ronal (the two names really were far too similar for her tastes)--knowing that didn't make the pit of tension and anxiety in her stomach feel much better though. She couldn't help it, she saw him and she just thought: threat, danger, escape. She stubbornly put a rein on those thoughts though, set her shoulders, and went over to say hello to the late arrivals. Because--good guy who wouldn't hurt a fly or not, she wanted to know why Cat's ex, whom Cat had told her once didn't like going to these sorts of parties at all, was here.
She walked over to Ron and his date. "Hello, fancy meeting you here." She greeted Ron, trying to keep the weary suspicion from her voice.
"Lori... I, hello." He greeted in return, casting a look around the room--looking for Cat, Lori had to assume.
"Hell, I'm Lisa, Lisa Harrington. Pleasure to meet you?" His date greeted.
Lori caught the look in her eyes and swallowed, a little frozen in place a moment. The look was gone in an instant, so fast Lori half-wondered weather she'd actually seen what she'd thought she had. "Right, pleasure..." Lori replied, looking at her skeptically somehow. There was definitely something off about this woman. For some reason, she was now sure she had more to worry about from her than from Ron Troupe, and that was definitely worrying. On the surface this Lisa woman was polite, solicitous, and beautiful enough to look at, but there was just something... not right there.
"Everything okay over here?" Cat asked, coming up next to her.
Lori smiled, relieved to have Cat with her again. "Um, yeah, I guess so..." She glanced uncertainly at Lisa Harrington again a moment, then sort of shook herself out of it a little. She didn't normally use her telepathic abilities on someone else without a reason, mostly because she usually didn't like what she found out, but she was tempted to use them on this woman now. Somehow though, she got the definite feeling that would not be a good idea at all--she couldn't exactly tell where that feeling came from, but she felt she should respect it and not try.
"Ron, gotta say, I certainly never expected to see you at one of these things again. But then, I never would have pegged you and Lisa Harrington as a likely match, either. What happened there?" She directed this to both of them.
"Oh, Cat, you know me. I'm never predictable, even to myself, right?" Lisa replied.
"Yeah, guess so." Cat replied. "Anyway, I'm... I'm happy for you Ron, for both of you." Cat told them; she, apparently, not sensing anything amiss about Lisa Harrington at all. They seemed to know each other in fact--which shouldn't have been a surprise of course; it seemed like Cat knew almost anyone with any sort of notoriety at all in this city (and this being the world's largest city, that was certainly saying something).
"Thanks... That means a lot, Cat." Ron replied.
Lori had met Ron twice before now, and, while she wouldn't describe him as at all warm towards her, or even towards Cat especially, Lori didn't doubt that Ron meant what he'd just said. It was plain to see after all, that, though whatever feelings of romantic love had existed between the two were firmly in the past... burred right along with their dead son, she supposed... that there was still a bond there--they still cared for one another, even though they couldn't really much stand to be around each other for very long anymore.
Cat smiled. "Well, yeah. Um, anyway, I'm afraid I had an ulterior motive for coming over here: I need my date back; there's some people I've promised to introduce her to, and I do love showing her off, you know." Cat explained to them, flirting with her a little in the process, which was appreciated, but not so much as was the excuse to disengage from this very awkward seeming situation she'd somehow found herself in.
"Oh, well, don't let us keep you... I'm sure we'll have the opportunity catch up very soon, Cat. I just have a sense about these things, you know?" Lisa replied.
Cat smiled and shook her head. "Yeah, but that's usually only after you've had a few." She joked.
"Oh, that's the old me. I'm turning over a whole new leaf these days, you just wait and see." Lisa spoke as they departed to go meet up with whomever it was Cat had been referring to when she'd said she'd wanted to introduce her to someone. She sighed--she might have known it wasn't just an excuse to save her. Oh well, such were the perils of dating a society columnist, she supposed.
An hour or later though, as they were leaving the party and getting into an elevator to take them down to the parking garage, Lori couldn't help but broach the subject of their encounter with Ron and Lisa with Cat. "I don't know how to describe it exactly... I guess I just felt like... I'd crossed paths with a shark maybe."
"Lisa Harrington? A shark?" Cat asked a little incredulously. "Lori, she'd fifth generation cotton money. Her mom's an heiress who doesn't even bother with running the company she owns anymore and her dad doesn't even bother running the airline -his- family owns. She's never had to earn a paycheck a day in her life, and she hasn't tried it as a hobby either. If she saw a real shark? I think she'd probably faint. We can't be talking about the same woman."
Lori shook her head a little. "Trust me, Cat. She's dangerous somehow. Trust me on this." She replied, somehow not at all swayed by Cat's assurances that her fears were unfounded.
"Yeah, well... I have to admit, there -was- something kinda different about her tonight..." Cat admitted. "And it's not like we really stay in touch much anymore. We used to run in the same circles more than we do now... I guess she could have changed. And I do trust your hunches Lori. If you really think she's dangerous somehow, I'll try to steer clear or stay on my guard around her from now on, promise."
Lori felt relieved to hear that. "Thanks..." She replied softly, leaning against Cat's shoulder as the elevator stopped at the second floor for someone to get out. "It matters a lot that you have faith in me, you know."
"I'll always have faith in you." Cat told her, moving to kiss her. "Always." She repeated softly after the kiss ended.
Lori melted a little inside and sighed happily. "I love you." She pledged.
"Love you too." Cat said moving in to kiss her again.
Lori felt her body ease into place against her lover's without conscious thought, letting herself thoroughly enjoy just being kissed by the woman she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.
That lasted until the elevator delivered them and another couple who were in the elevator with them, but both pretty out of it from having a few too many, to the sub-level parking garage. Lori smiled and broke the kiss, taking Cat's hand and exiting the elevator with her, the two of them heading over to where Lori's car was parked. "You know, despite the whole Lisa Harrington oddness, I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you." Lori told her honestly. And it was true--true also that it did get to be a little much for her every now and then, but mostly just true that it was also fun, and really nice to have the woman she loved ask her out on the town all the time. She particularly enjoyed the dances.
Cat giggled a little. "And you really mean that, don't you?" She replied happily.
"Yeah, of course I do." Lori replied.
"That is just so... nice!" She explained. Stopping and turning towards Lori, just having come within sight of her car. "Everything about you is nice, perfect even. As far as I'm concerned at least..." Cat told her, caressing her face and hair gently with one hand and looking into her eyes; love, warmth, and trust showing so clearly in those pale blue depths. Cat's eyes always reminded her of the ocean somehow, of everything good and wondrous about where she'd came from. They also reminded her of the open sky, too...
Lori moved in and kissed her, in a nicely unhurried but very, very enjoyable way. She hummed as the kiss broke. "Mm, likewise." She replied, feeling good all over. Like she'd finally found someone she completely belonged with.
They gazed into one another's eyes a moment more, before heading back over to the car by mutual consent. Lori considered the back seat thoughtfully, because she was definitely in the mood to work out some tension, and definitely, definitely in the mood to be amorous. Still, as she opened the passenger side door for Cat and kissed her again before allowing her to sit down inside, she decided against suggesting it. It was passably comfortable, but awkward; especially with dresses and heals to contend with, not to mention the possibility of someone passing by and noticing them (an idea which did -not- appeal in the slightest), so she sighed and decided it was probably better to just wait until they got back to Cat's place, and hope Lois wasn't there alone and in the mood for conversation or something (she liked talking with Lois, but not nearly as much as she enjoyed having her way with Cat).
"Um, you know... Lois suggested something to me the other day..." Cat began as Lori got into the driver's seat and was buckling her seatbelt.
"Mm, what's that?" Lori asked absently as she searched her purse for her keys, finding them easily.
"That we could maybe, um, you know, get a place together. A bigger place; you know, with a pool and..." She trailed off looking over to her a little uncertainly, trying to gauge her reaction probably. You could tell she was uncertain because of the way she was talking (kind of like a nervous teenager)... She did that when she was unsure of herself, Lori had learned (she thought it was kind of cute; adorable actually).
"So, we'd all be roommates then." Lori ventured, finding the idea odd. Obviously. Her people didn't do that sort of thing, and she wouldn't have thought surface-dwellers did either, as a rule (though she'd never actually thought about it of course). Still, off the top of her head, she couldn't think of a reason why it would be a bad idea... beyond the obvious one of course--that Lois was still kind of in love with girlfriend.
"Well, yeah... um, like, once she settles down with someone. Either Clark or Erica I guess, that we could double up that way... It's unusual I know, but... the more I thought about it, the more I... really liked the idea." She admitted.
Lori studied her silently a moment, a little at a loss. "Okay... well, I don't think it's a horrible idea or anything. Is it, um, is it okay if I take some time to think about it?" Lori asked, going over it again in her mind even as she spoke.
"Of course! Take all the time you want." She answered comfortingly.
Lori smiled to her to let her know everything was okay, then started the car.
"I like the idea of having bigger pool though." She spoke, thinking out loud that it would definitely be a plus to be able to afford a bigger one than the one she had--it always made her feel a little cramped. The weekend visits to the Ocean that she took, lately with Cat and sometimes Lois in tow, the only thing that made it really manageable. She'd tried to tempt Lois to shape-shift into a mermaid once, so she'd have someone to really swim with again, but she'd turned her down, saying she had to keep her shape to keep up her ruse, on the chance it could still help locate Lois... though privately, Lori thought it was probably a lost cause by this point (still, she hadn't said that to her of course).
"Knew you'd like that at least." Cat agreed.
"...Do you really think Lois is going to settle down with one of them though?" Lori asked.
"Sure. I mean, why wouldn't she?" Cat ventured.
Privately Lori wondered if Cat really didn't know the answer to that--that maybe Lois was still holding out hope for her.
"Well, Erica Del Portenza is a catch, no doubt..." Lori answered instead. "Can you imagine the kind of place we'd be living in if she was our roommate? Of course, then I'd have to tell her about being a mermaid. I really don't know much about her, besides what's in the papers and stuff. Have you met her?" Lori asked.
"Oh, sure, a few times. She seems nice enough; definitely has a way with women, I can tell you that much." Cat informed, recalling that look Erica could give you that had really actually made her feel like she might swoon when she'd been on the receiving end that once. She'd been married to Ron at the time though, so she hadn't given in to temptation... even though she'd definitely thought about it. "But what about Clark?"
Lori shook her head. "He's a male." She responded simply, hedging against having to explain what she meant by that.
Of course Cat wasn't going to let her get away with it. "What's that got to do with it?"
"...I thought we agreed about this?" Lori asked.
"About what?" Cat asked back.
"Men just aren't good mates for women... I really believe that." Lori told her honestly.
"Oh... well, I guess I can see why you'd think that..." Cat quietly conceded.
"You don't?" Lori asked, a little confused about that. She'd thought they'd talked about this and that they thought the same way.
"Well, I know a man isn't right for me as a mate. I know it was a... it was a mistake marrying Ron like I did. Even though I... I wouldn't have wanted to have never have known our son... But I don't, I just don't know if that's true for everyone. It's like... how could I know that? And, um, Clark seems nice. I like him."
"I'm sure he is..." Lori replied quietly. She really didn't like talking about this very much.
Cat sighed. "Sorry, can we maybe talk about something else?" She asked hopefully.
Lori smiled over to her. "Yeah, I was thinking that too." She agreed with relief.
--- J'ONN ---
She led him into her and Cat's apartment by the hand, only letting him go to hang up her coat, put down her purse, and lock the door. She went right back to him and took his hand again. "Bedroom's this way." She smiled to him.
He followed along silently, their eyes holding one another's. Once she led him into her room, she shut the door behind her and leaned back against the door, looking at him. "Take off your clothes, Clark." She told him.
He smiled, starting to do just that. Lois tried to watch some as she got out of her own clothes, but she was in a hurry to be naked with him, it was like there was a magnetic pull coming from him, telling her to touch him. Once she was undressed, she pushed him on the bed and helped him take off his pants. "Too slow, lover." She admonished playfully, getting on top of him and kissing him once he was as naked as her. She felt his sex get hard between them and it did make her excited; it was something new, she hadn't ever experienced this before. Martian sex was really far removed from what it meant for humans, so there really wasn't too much comparison. She remembered her one time in college, Lois's one time at least, but that had been bad, and she remembered Cat's sex life too, but she wasn't Cat, didn't want to be that passive with Clark, she wanted to own him somehow, make him hers.
Physically, they were a good match. He was an inch or two taller and a little bulkier, probably from all that farm work she thought internally with a little amusement, but they were close to the same generally, besides gender and hair length, and she was finding out as he rolled over to be on top of her, that they seemed to complement each other. His eyes were stormy but so bright and magnetic to her, and his skin was kind of all golden in a way she'd never seen in humans before. Like sunlight lived inside him and wouldn't let him be any other way. She rolled him over on his back again and held him down, kissing his neck. The length of his sex was pushing up against her crotch like a pole now and she liked how it felt, she ground against him, stroking his arms and nipping at his skin.
"Lois..." He spoke her name.
Lois moved up and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. She didn't want to talk anymore, they'd done enough of that at dinner, now was the time for love, touch; non-verbal communication in other words. It was a struggle to keep her mind in check though with him, his thoughts were like a siren--bright, rushing, vivid, beautiful. It required a lot of concentration on her part to keep her mind from going into his, when she wanted to dare it's speeding brightness and plunge in, know everything of him, share everything of herself. But that wasn't to be tonight. "Don't talk, just look into my eyes, say what you want that way..." She whispered to him, getting up a little and meeting his gaze. It was like a spark. An electric circuit closing between them. Nothing of words or thoughts, just a... nameless understanding. Lois got up further and slid her sex over his, experimentally at first, then driving him deep into herself. She cried out and heard him moan, but she stubbornly kept her eyes focused on his, smiling as she began to move with him. She moved her hands from holding his arms to holding his hands, and just moved over him, with him. She had been so right, that shy-guy routine of his was definitely all an act. The way he was moving in bed with her, yielding when she asked for it, yet sure of himself; strong, yet so graceful and giving... in other words, pretty damn close to perfect...
Her mouth opened more, her back arched, and she cried out as he came inside her and she came with him. It was such an effort to keep eye contact, but she did, and he did too. She smiled to him as she came down from that intense wave of pleasure. He smiled back. "Okay, so we're compatible." She admitted. "And then some..." She added more softly.
"I'll say." He smiled an laid back, closing his eyes.
She slipped herself off of his sex and lay down over him, snuggling up and starting to kiss him. He held her and kissed her back. She brought her hand down to his sex and noticed it was still fairly aroused, wet with their fluids. She stroked it and smiled. "I like the stamina." She complemented softly.
"I have plenty of that." Clark answered just as softly. "Do you?"
Lois smiled and hummed a little. "Plenty."
--- KAL ---
Some time later, Clark found his face between Lois's legs, giving her oral sex. He had one leg bent up and Lois was sucking on his sex at the same time, and it was driving him wild how good it felt. How good it all felt. His mind was awash with sensations--emotions swirling around--and something, he could feel coming from Lois, something... she was holding back from him, something big. He could tell, she hadn't really let herself go all the way, even during orgasm. He couldn't guess what it was, but he could hardly cast aspersions, as he had been doing the same thing. Holding back his strength and power. His body was running hot, but he kept it cooler; he wanted to just let go, but he knew that would kill her. She was in no danger of that though; it was like flying for him, or driving a car for a normal man maybe. Intellectually, it would be such a small mistake to run into a building, run your car off the road, but practically, you just wouldn't do that. And it wasn't a hard thing not to do for him, even when making love. It was just instinct. It shouldn't be possible, but it was. It shouldn't be possible for him to do a lot of things, but it still was somehow.
This was... different... somehow though. Easier, like he was somehow, instinctually, just not worried about that with Lois. Every time he felt like he might be exerting just that little bit too much pressure here or there, the micro-movements in Lois's body language didn't respond somehow, like she genuinely didn't notice at all. And how she'd held him down before, there was nothing he could put his finger on about it, but it was just... powerful. Her presence was like that for him most of the time--intense, powerful, yet she made him feel so at peace in the final equation. So at home with her. In a way he didn't even quite feel with Kara or her daughter, who were his actual related-by-blood family.
He felt himself coming in her mouth, so hot and wet. She was sucking him, then licking him off next, and he rolled her over and spread her legs more, intent on pleasing her in return. It didn't take much more. He could tell she was holding back her orgasm to make the pleasure last longer, but now that she wasn't so intent on him, she soon could hold back no more and was coming for him... She tasted amazing, too. And her scent... and that shock of thrill that went through him at hearing her cry out for him in pleasure, of that play of energy between them...
Lois was on him again all too quickly then, rolling him over and kissing him again. He loved kissing this woman though, he could do it for hours, he was sure. Soon, her hand was on his sex again though, and he brought his hand to hers, playing inside her. Time just seemed to blend together--he couldn't tell how soon it was, but they were coming together again before too long. Breathing hard, he held her, and she held him. He felt so deeply satisfied like he'd never completely felt before.
More lazy kisses. "Tell me something about you?" Lois asked softly, nipping a little at his ear.
"What do you want to know?" He asked, happy they were talking again. He kind of got the idea that Lois had still been kind of upset with him for refusing her initially, but now she seemed to have gotten over it enough to really talk to him again. He hoped the talking would get them back to where they were at the restaurant, as far as that easy rapport between them. It was a certain kind of trust that he wanted back, especially now, after... making love so beautifully...
"Anything you want to tell me, Clark. I just want to know more about you... Where you grew up, who you love, what you want for the future... Anything." She explained softly, laying her head next to him on the pillow and snuggling up to him.
He smiled. That feeling of trust was coming back, even stronger than before, he could feel it in how she touched him somehow. "Well, I guess if someone really wanted to know about me, the first thing they'd need to know would be that I'm an orphan, twice over in fact." He admitted softly.
"Tell me." She offered.
"...I never knew my parents, my birth parents. Sometimes I think I can remember things about them, but really, I was only a baby. I... found pictures of them, later in life." He explained, his voice soft and far away, even to him. There was so much... loss... in him. Mostly, he tried to just... set it aside, and live anyway. But, when he really thought about it, like now, it was... kind of overwhelming to him. He felt almost like a child again, in the face of it.
"And your adoptive parents?" Lois asked gently.
"Also dead, when I was eight. Them, I remember clearly." He smiled. "Jonathan and Martha Kent. Two kinder, more good-hearted people you're not likely to meet." He related, his accent slipping a little on the folksy side without him intending for it to have. "I remember my dad, my adoptive dad, I remember him carrying me on his shoulders and telling me I could be anything I wanted in life. My mom would say, 'so make sure you want something you'll be happy with' and rubbing my hair."
Lois ran her hand through his hair, rubbing it a little. It made him smile. "She wasn't quite as gentle about it as you." He told.
Lois really went to town, messing up his hair as thoroughly as possible, the both of them laughing as Clark tried to get back at her and they just ended up kissing more. He sighed as Lois moved away and snuggled up to him again. He held her and hummed a little.
"That was fun." Lois spoke softly, affectionately.
"Yeah, it was, huh?" Clark replied. "So, what about you, Lois Lane? Have anything you want to tell me back? About you... Where you grew up, who you love, what you want for the future... Anything?" He echoed her question with a little of a smile.
She pushed at him a little and nipped at his ear.
"Fair's fair." Clark pointed out.
"Fair is far." Lois echoed, getting up so she was directly over him and kissing him then skootching down a little and looking into his eyes, chin supported by her hands, supported by his chest. "I'm... I'm half an orphan, I guess. My... my mother died when I was young. I had to mostly raise my sister, Lucy, myself. My dad was military. Big, bad, General Lane. Could shake the walls with his voice when he wanted, but he never did with us, not until I was older and decided to give up on my designs on being a fighter pilot or a navy seal in favor of being a reporter and a civilian. Air force or navy? Bad enough. But press core?" She laughed. "He got over it though I think. Mostly."
"So, he was a good father then?" Clark asked.
"He was great, kind of, well, as far as he was able. He wasn't really cut out for it, is what I think. Being a dad? Especially to two girls. One of who was constantly challenging him whenever she thought her opinion was right and his was wrong... I'm talking about my sister, Lucy, when I say that, obviously."
Clark laughed. "Oh, obviously." He played along.
"No, yeah, that's me--rebel with a cause. More than one cause usually. But, you can relate to that, huh?" She touched his lips with her fingers.
He nipped at them a little and sucked one into his mouth. She hummed happily and watched him. "I can." He answered, letting go.
"Hmmm... You are so hot for a boy." She joked.
"Oh, is that how it's going to be?" He asked, mock-offended, able to tell there wasn't some underlying truth to what she'd said for her, that she was just playing with him. "I guess I'll just have to work on being so hot for a girl then, won't I?"
"I wouldn't complain." Lois smiled playfully, kissing him. "I could totally dig you in a little pink skirt and stuff, actually."
"Um, right; maybe for our second date." He joked, having no intention of following through. "So... um, what happened to your sister then? Fighter jet pilot?" Clark asked, not quite ready to stop talking.
There was a noise from the apartment that was Cat and Lori doing something. They'd gotten back a while ago. "Mm, no, she's a lobbyist for a defense contractor now. Though she does belong to the national guard. He's proud of her. Me? Not so sure." She smiled, though he could tell it still hurt her just a little to think about that.
He smiled. "He'd have to be blind, illiterate, and an idiot not to be." He answered confidently, kissing her.
"Mm..." She smiled. "Let's make love again, okay?" She kissed him back.
He hummed. "Okay with me." He agreed softly as she pulled him on top of her. He smiled. "Spread for me?" He asked in her ear, running his hand over one of her legs.
"Mmm..." She captured his lips and spread her legs, drawing her knees up. He was hard and ready so easily, sliding his sex into hers. They were a perfect fit. He exhaled and felt pleasure flush through him as he buried himself deep in her, his sex growing so hard. She wrapped her legs around him and wrapped her arms around his back, her hands, fingers, trailing over his skin in slow, blissful motions. He kissed her and she kissed him back passionately, hungrily. And then he started to move into her and she met him, they fell into a rhythm so easily, matched each other so well. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her legs tightened around him and he felt a thrill go through him. He stopped kissing her ear and lifted his head up to meet her eyes. She smiled to him and met his gaze as they made love and climbed their way towards climax.
He saw it in her eyes and felt it in his sex that she was about to come and so he thrust into her one final time and felt her start to come just as he started to come into her. They kept eye contact, and it was about the most deeply erotic feeling he'd ever felt just looking into her eyes like this when they were so exposed to one another. The intimacy was intense, but in her eyes it looked so easy for her, like she wanted even more of him, to have even more between them. He had very good intuition usually, and that feeling he had that Lois was holding something back was even more strong now. Still, he ignored it and kissed her, his sex still inside her as the orgasm wore off.
She squeezed him with her legs again and kissed him back, rolling them over so she was on top, then breaking the kiss and getting up to straddle him, his sex still buried in hers. She started to move and he felt like his whole body was electrified, little sparks going off under his skin. She moved harder and he felt his sex grow longer and fuller again inside her. He brought his hands to her hips and she ran her hands over his chest, forward and back in deliberate, sensuous movements. She smiled at him, their eyes locked, and he saw that smile so bright in her eyes, he couldn't help but smile back as she ground herself onto him, starting to move harder. He felt himself moan in complete pleasure. It was so amazing, the energy he felt from her. Like they could do this all night.
As it turned out though, a half-hour later, Lois was snuggled up to him, her hand stroking his sex a little and then moving up to his hair. She kissed him. "Time to sleep, I think." She spoke. Snuggling up to him. "You want to go a gallery or something with me tomorrow?" She asked softly.
A smile spread over his lips. "What kind of a question is that? Of course I do." He answered, kissing her chastely. "I want to know you, Lois Lane. A lot more than I already do." The way he was feeling right now, he meant that so much. He felt like he'd do just about anything for this woman, follow her anywhere she asked him.
He was pretty sure he'd fallen hopelessly in love with her, in fact. The last thought he had before he fell asleep cuddled up close with her was of a sharp feeling of pain when he thought of Erica Del Portenza laying like this with his lover this way. And he realized, he felt jealous. Territorial even. He didn't think he'd ever felt that way before.
--- D'KAY ---
D'kay D'ranzz was in bed with Ron Troupe, on her hands and knees over him, watching in fascination as he slept. "You're a strange, lost sort of thing... I understand feeling lost. I feel it too... Would you like me to show you?" She asked him, digging deeply into his mind again with little care for the trauma it was causing him. It was fun for her, a way to keep herself occupied, learning what made humans tick. Being with them, if only for the short times they could tolerate her full attentions...
There had been a number of gruesome murders in Ron's neighborhood recently too, that demonstrated other ways that she liked to dig through humans, dig into them to keep herself occupied.
She'd been lost for so long, you see. In this world of humans. Often, she was able to convince herself that she was one of them--not a Martian at all. Live a life, find some measure of peace, of happiness--To feel for a while like she belonged. But that escape was lost to her now, because she wasn't the last Martian. There were at least two others. The one that had woken her up from the dreams she'd liked to lose herself in was too good at hiding from her, it seemed like. But this one... J'onn J'onzz... She'd taken that name from Catherine Grant tonight.
She knew that name. A manhunter. A male. A champion. He would be strong; formidable, if it came to a struggle between them. She didn't like to think it would. She wanted to think that J'onn would love her... be with her... and they would have children together--a new Martian race--and she would have a family, a home again.
But... she had tried that before, with Cay'an M'raya, and had been rebuffed... violently... Cay'an had fled from her, shunned her. She would be a fool to think J'onn J'onzz might not think of her the same wrong, hateful things that Cay'an had. She did not want to take the chance of that happening a second time. She did not want to experience the pain of a rejection like that again. And she only had two potential mates now. If J'onn would not accept her, then she would have no more chances.
She could try to force the issue of course, but would prefer not to. It was no sure thing weather it would succeed or not. No... her best chance, it would be to woo him... 'Her' now though, wasn't it? Woo her. J'onn had transitioned to a female--perhaps she should become male then? Or, perhaps J'onn would prefer another female? She really did not know. Did not know enough.
She would have to insinuate herself into her life somehow. Study her, find her soft points, find a way to win her... seduce her...
There were obstacles though. The female from the water for one--named Lori Lemaris. She was a more advanced life form than were humans--a telepath; potentially not unformidable either, though she doubted there was much chance she would lose to her if it came to a contest. The sense she had gotten from her told her that Lori would probably back down if challenged in such a way. That was not the problem. The problem was one of discovery.
She would not be able to take the place of anyone close to J'onn without her intended mate noticing it. That was why she had taken the place of Lisa Harrington and mentally forced Ron Troupe to be her date earlier tonight. To begin to assess things from afar without taking too much of a risk. Without getting close to J'onn herself. No, she could not make her mind convincingly human enough to fool a fellow Martian, a manhunter especially. Perhaps she could be successful imitating Lori Lemaris... but no, it was still too much of a risk. Lori and Cat where J'onn's friends, he cared for them. It would not endear her to her to slay one of them. Besides, she had been able to tell that even Lori had suspected her of being other than she'd claimed. If she could not play a role well enough to convince even her in even casual circumstances like that social gathering, she had to assess her chances of fooling J'onn, even while imitating another telepath, at poor at best.
No... she would need to take her time with this. Find the best way in... Oh, but she was so restless, felt so alone... She returned her focus to Ron beneath her and went into his mind with careless force again--reordering it and changing it at whim, until his mind looked prettier to her inside, or orderly and peaceful. And then she woke him up and he saw her for the Martian she truly was, and he smiled to her with devotion and love... there was still fear there too, she couldn't erase that in him completely, but, in a disturbing way, that somehow made it all the more sweet.
"Tell me you love me, and I will show you pleasure...?" She offered him.
"Yes... I love you D'kay... with all my heart..." He told her, touching her face with his hand in a lover's caress.
She felt temptation to tear the hand, the arm off... Looked down on him and wanted to see what he looked like inside, merge with him, body and mind... if only for a fleeting second or two, before he would die from it... but she resisted the urge. There were others to use in that way. She still might need this one. So she made a sound that was half way between a purr and a growl and she kissed him, spread herself over him, around him, in him. Went into his mind and connected with brutal, overwhelming force. He gasped in pleasure and called her name before she went down his throat, through his nose. She took care to breathe for him, give him the oxygen he needed to survive...
It was not a fellow Martian, he was incapable of reciprocating as she longed for, but it was better than nothing. Having a mind to commune with like this, it did take the edge off of her loneliness, didn't it?
It would not be enough. This was nothing more than simple, brutal rape after all. There was no real love, and the connection they had was a false one, too weak to really matter to her much at all... A part of her was even quite disgusted with herself for the act...
But the truth remained, that, sad as it was, for her, it was a better choice than being alone...
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