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  Kal-El remembered everything. Every little detail that his senses absorbed (and his senses never failed to absorb everything) stayed in his mind indefinitely. He knew when people were lying, when they were happy, when they were sad. He knew more intimate details about the lives of complete strangers than he knew what to do with. Most of the time, he was disinterested in dwelling on what he learned about others.
            But he remembered kissing Lois, and he remembered her reaction, and try as he might, the details just weren’t going away.
            Kal had certainly kissed women before. He’d had sex before. And aside from a few horribly embarrassing instances dating from his teenage years—which would have been plenty awkward enough without his learning to cope with and control his powers—things had gone quite well, considering. He knew he could please a woman without a doubt. One time a girl who’d had a history of inconsiderate lovers had faked an orgasm, and he had immediately flipped her over and worked himself in her and plied her body with mouth and fingers until she came over and over, screaming and sobbing her pleasure into his shoulder.
            But for all that, all he could think about was Lois.
            When Perry White brought him to Lois to introduce him as Clark Kent, newest reporter at the Daily Planet, he saw the recognition immediately race over Lois’ face. Her pulse quickened, she trembled ever so slightly as she shook his hand, and though she was determined not to let on to anyone else that she recognized this man, he could see her excitement, her nervousness, and her anticipation. As he walked away from her desk with Perry, continuing his tour of the offices and introduction to other co-workers, he heard her sink into her chair and exhale a shaky breath. He smiled.
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            His first day passed so quickly, what with all the paperwork and getting his press pass and desk, that Lois didn’t see him again before she left for home. In fact, for the next week, they were both so busy that she rarely got more than a glimpse of him at the end of a hall or disappearing into an office. Her productivity had declined in a shocking manner, simply because she had become so jumpy and flustered that she couldn’t concentrate. Every time she heard footsteps approaching her desk, she would tense up and whirl around, expecting him to be looking down at her with his soft smile and heated eyes. And every time, it turned out to be someone else, and Lois experienced the crash of disappointment. It was so unlike her, too; she was normally recklessly confident, even with men. She felt like a teenager with a bad, bad crush, and she was more than a little ashamed of herself.
            Another Friday had rolled around, and Lois was getting nowhere fast with her latest article. Frustrated and distracted, she rolled her shoulders, then got up to stroll to the break room for her fifth cup of coffee that day.
            The counters were filthy, and the coffee still sitting in the pot more resembled sludge than a palatable beverage. She yanked open the cabinet above the coffee maker and grabbed the can of crappy coffee they kept for employees, and then found the package of filters, empty, laying innocently in the cupboard.
            Grumbling to herself, she slammed the cabinet shut and stomped down the hall to the supply closets, a trio of tiny, cramped rooms that flowed into each other, packed with a disorganized mess of half-full boxes stacked up to the ceiling. She edged her way into the first closet and passed through the second closet to the one at the end. Her shoes crunched on sugar spilled from a box containing little packets of sugar and dry creamer, and she started shifting boxes around, looking for the one containing the extra coffee filters.
            As she stretched up to move a box that was teetering precariously atop a stack, she felt a sudden tingle shoot down her spine. She froze, all senses on alert. Someone had come in the door of the front closet. Could it be…
            She slowly lowered her arms and turned around. He was there, leaning against the jamb of the door to the hallway. He’d removed his blazer and rolled the cuffs of his white shirtsleeves up. He was watching her, with that same quiet smile she’d had in her mind for a week and a half.
            “Need some help?” he asked innocently.
            A red-hot blush instantly swept Lois’ face, and she said shakily, “No, I’m just…uh…I’m just getting some coffee filters.”
            “Can you reach it?” he asked, eyes darting up to the still-swaying box on top of the stack behind her.
            She shrugged and turned back around (a perfect excuse to hide her blush from his all-seeing gaze) and stretched up once again. “Sure, eventually…it’s not heavy, just have to give it the right push—”
            And just before her hands managed to grab the box, large, tan hands came from behind her, over her head, and quickly moved the box from the top of the stack to the floor beside them.
            “I could have gotten it, you didn’t need to—” she protested, turning towards him, then stopped abruptly when she realized exactly how close he was to her. He stood less than six inches from her, if that, and it looked like he had no intention of moving.
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            Kal looked down at Lois, who was staring straight at his chest and was absolutely refusing to look up and meet his gaze. He wasn’t smiling anymore—he couldn’t, not when he could see her pulse quickening, her breathing becoming uneven, and—Christ almighty—he could smell her, growing wet. He was instantly fully erect, rigid and rock-hard. His mouth parted, and he leaned down, slowly, to breathe in her ear, “Lois.”
            She jerked, but still wouldn’t look at him; her gaze was frozen straight ahead. Her lips were parted and her breaths were shaky.
            “Lois,” he breathed again. “I’ve been hoping to see you all week. And now I have you alone in the supply closet.”
            A smile began to tease at the corner of her mouth, and she glanced up at his face. But he wasn’t smiling at all—and the look in his eyes instantly wiped her smile away.
            “What do you think should happen now?” he breathed. His hands rose to lightly grasp her hips, and he began to slowly maneuver her closer.
            Lois’s lips parted on a gasp as he brought her against him, and she could feel his erection against her stomach. She began shaking, just slightly, and Clark felt an incredible determination overwhelm him. Without another word, he picked her up—effortless, as though he’d picked up a feather pillow—pulled her legs up so they were wrapped around his waist, and turned to brace her against the wall. He was gentle in his movements but the swiftness stole Lois’s breath away, and then his lips were on hers, devouring her, and she was lost.
            Dazed, she gripped his shoulders tightly, then gave a strangled cry as his lips left her mouth and found their way to the spot just below her ear. She shuddered wildly at the heat of his breath, and the sound of it in her ear, as he nuzzled her there.
            “I want to do something to you, Lois,” he murmured softly. “I want to make you come. Will you let me make you come?”
            Lois shivered at the thought, but hesitated; this was not exactly a private place, and anyone could walk in at any time…
            As though he had read her mind, he said, “I’ll hear long before anyone comes in here, Lois. If anyone even comes into the hall I’ll know. No one will find us, sweetheart, I swear to you.”
            She nodded shakily, and he pulled back to search her eyes. “Yes?” he asked, and she nodded again. He smiled slightly and released her legs, slowly sliding her down so she was standing against the wall. His hands drifted down to the front of her slacks, and with one flick, he had undone both the button and the zipper, and slid them down to her thighs, and his warm fingers were dancing against her stomach, while his other hand settled against her hip.
            “I wish you were wearing a skirt,” he said softly, sliding his fingers slowly lower on her abdomen, towards her center. “I could pull it up to your waist, and put your legs over my shoulders, and feast on you. I know you would taste so good, sweetheart, and I would lick and suck and make you come all over my tongue, over and over again…” His fingers slid slowly into her underwear. “But you couldn’t make any noise, Lois, no matter how hard I make you come…you’d just have to hold it in, no matter how good it feels, no matter how much you want to scream. And I wouldn’t stop until you were shaking and sweating. And then I would stand up and wrap your legs around my waist, and I would pull out my cock…” His fingers brushed against her, so softly, and she gasped.
            He paused and took a shaky breath. “You’re so wet,” he said quietly. Lois quaked, desperately wanting him, needing him inside her, to soothe the ache deep in her core. She felt like she would die if he didn’t continue. He took a deep breath, then resumed.
            “I would pull out my cock,” he said again, and his fingers returned to her, “And I would slide it here, right here, and push into your heat, deep into your wet cunt,” and two fingers breached her, sliding into her tight cavity. She cried out, and he smiled before saying, “Shhh, remember, you can’t make any noise, sweetheart, no matter how good I feel…sliding into you, slowly, inch by inch, all the way to the hilt…and I would hit against you here,” his fingers curled upwards inside her and brushed against her G-spot. She gasped and bit back a moan. “That’s right…you can’t cry out, no matter how good it feels…hitting against you, again and again, as I start to pump inside you…you can feel it, can’t you, you can feel my cock inside you, so big, so good…you’re so warm, sweetheart, so wet, and I can feel you pulsing around me as I thrust into you, again and again, faster now…and every time I would brush against you here,” and his thumb began to rub her clit, sending shockwaves through her. She bit her lip against another moan, and he watched her intently.
“You’re close, aren’t you. I can feel it, I can feel you spasming against me. I know you’re so close, Lois. Please, let me make you come, it’s going to feel so good…I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise, just let go for me…oh, God, Lois, that’s it, yes…” His free hand flew up to cover her mouth as her head fell back against the wall and she bucked her hips against him wildly, eyes glazed over. She cried out into his hand, over and over, and he could feel her internal muscles clenching around his fingers as she shuddered through her orgasm. For a moment, he considered ripping her slacks all the way down to the floor and plowing into her like he’d just described, feeling her cunt spasm around his cock instead of his fingers, consequences be damned…but as hot as he was right now, there was no way he’d be able to stop, even if he heard someone coming. So he took a deep breath and pulled his fingers out of her dripping heat. He leaned down and kissed her as she leaned against the wall, panting, face flushed and hair disheveled. She opened her eyes and he pulled away, smiling.
            “So…you free tonight?”
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