Secret: Chapter 20 Part 2

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, a hand now coming up to run through his hair supportively.

“It’s not your fault.”

She chuckled, “Now don’t start that again. Ring around the ‘fault’ tree is a bad game.”

A wisp of a smile crossed his face.

She took a breath, “Not to be impatient or anything, but what are you planning on doing about it?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes, “You cannot leave Lana with a half fulfilled relationship. She wants the whole package and you’re not giving it to her. As much as I find her annoying, as a woman I understand that and therefore think it’s wrong that you’re not giving it to her.”

“You do? I thought you hated her.”

“That’s beside the point.”

He breathed out, gathering his thoughts.

“And I need to know too.”

Clark looked up and raised an eyebrow, “You do?”

She shifted uncomfortably under him, her eyes avoiding his, “Well, it’s just that we’ve come to the conclusion that we have physical attraction for each other, which is a problem, and I need to know what you’re planning on doing with that attraction so that I can either box the feelings up and go back to being friends or…..”

He kissed her and she, overwhelmed by the feel of his lips on hers, kissed him back numbly.

She took a breath when it was over, licking her now tingling lips, “….or we can do that.”

“I’m breaking up with Lana,” he sighed. “You’re right. It’s unfair to her. I don’t love her anymore, at least not the way I once did.”

Lois, not knowing what to say to that, blinked and tried to clear her suddenly romance filled head. It was unlike her to go there with anyone and she wanted to blame the physical attraction for it but she had been physically attracted to men before and she had never pictured…..

Well, pictured was probably the wrong verb. At the moment her mind was singing it’s own version of Natasha Bedingfield’s ‘I Wanna Have Your Babies’ at her and the only conclusion she could come to was that it must be stopped.

Unfortunately for Lois, her mouth had other plans.

“Lois?” Clark, worried about her silence, probed quietly.

“How do you feel about me?” her mouth betrayed her.

“Lois….”

“Clark, I need to know that you’re not breaking up with Lana because you just want to have sex with me. I mean, I want it too but not at that cost.”

He looked down at her, intent on easing the guilt he could see in her features. Guilt over Lana, what they had been doing….and come to think of it, probably guilt over Chloe too. Despite how much he had known she wanted to hide it, he had caught how happy his comments over her being his best friend had made her and he knew those feelings stemmed out of the most underlying feeling of all between them: that somehow she was invading on Chloe’s territory.

“Lois, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

She opened her mouth to speak again so he carried on in a rush, knowing without her saying anything that she was about to try to argue him out of such a commitment filled statement fresh out of a (or soon to out of anyway) relationship.

“It started with the corn field…the first time if I’m right. I mean, there was an attraction but between everything else I just didn’t see it. I’ve never argued with anyone like that but you were Chloe’s cousin. It might have started there between us if we had let it but….there was Lana to consider,” he met her eye, “That’s not an excuse by the way, just a fact. I was stupid and….”

“Obsessed.”

“That too. You were always different with me and I hated that at first. It made it difficult to be around you because you saw through my….” He struggled for the right word.

“Bullshit?”

“Well, kind of, I mean…..”

“If the shoe fits, wear it, Smallville.”

“Fine. You saw through my….” He gained another look from Lois as he hesitated and then moved on, “….and called me on it. It was good for me but….I can’t say I liked you for it.

He took a breath and cleared his throat, “And then Chloe died and everything changed. You went from being someone I avoided to someone I couldn’t do without because you were the only one who understood everything about me. You got the insecurities, and the balancing act and the guilt over….”

“Everything,” she interjected again, unable to stop herself.

“Everything,” he agreed. “What’s happened recently only opened my eyes to what was already there. I just….”

“Shhh,” she interrupted again. “You don’t need to say anything more.”

“Oh but I do. You need to know.”

“Clark, I do. I do because….” She swallowed hard and bit the bullet-if Clark could talk about his feelings, so could she, “Because I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

And with that statement lying between them, she kissed him again.

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How they managed to get upstairs was something Lois would look back on later and marvel over because she couldn’t remember anything past the feel of his lips on hers and the pajamas she was wearing feeling so tight against her skin that she wanted to tear them off.

They stumbled into his room and fell onto the bed, Lois’ back hitting the mattress first in a position reminiscent of the one they had just left the sofa with. Clark’s mouth hit her neck now and she groaned, enjoying this far more than she had ever enjoyed it when they were faking it.

And that was probably why she was enjoying it more, come to think of it.

She rolled them onto their sides, knowing from experience that making out with Clark was always more enjoyable when she had more space to touch him too. Under him was too limited, too….ohhh….. what had she been thinking about?”

He kissed her leisurely, his hand making a slow trail up her side before settling over the small of her back. She returned the favor impatiently, her mouth opening his and adding a little tongue.

Something she had forgotten he loved so much but she remembered now as he moaned a breath into her mouth and tightened his hold on her waist, his hand abandoning this task after a moment to settle closer to her breasts. The hand lingered there a moment but shifted south and then back north….

Lois broke away abruptly and pulled her shirt off, returning to him as soon as it was halfway across the floor.

He lifted an eyebrow.

“Just call it leveling the playing field,” she teased.

“Call it whatever you want,” he pulled her closer. “You’re gorgeous.”

She let him push her back onto the bed, “Clark, correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve touched my breasts before.”

“Yeah but I’ve never been allowed to look at them,” he kissed a trail down her neck, continuing to do the same to the sides, and then the tips of her breast.

She closed her eyes and let the new sensations he was causing course through her, “You only had to ask me.”

He looked up her body, “I’ll remember that for next time.”

He went back to kissing her and it was fine for a moment but Lois had endured months of foreplay and to have him finally touching skin with his mouth was such a sensation that it was quickly making what little patience she might have had left poised to break.

She let out a groan and pulled him up, capturing his mouth with her own as soon as he was high up enough to do so, “Second base is getting old, Smallville. Enough is enough.”

He lifted his head, “What?”

She reached down to loosen the drawstring holding up his pajama pants.

Clark clamped a hand down on hers and she caught his eye defiantly.

“Lois,” he looked down on her, leaning forward to kiss the shell of her ear. “I have been fantasizing about this moment for a long time and I’m going to last about two minutes if you go there now so….”

She slipped her hand free and undid the draw string anyway, “Who says I’m not going to last two minutes too?”

He breathed out a shuddering breath as her hand brushed against the erection he had been sporting in varying degrees since she had woken him from his dream earlier. She began to remove his pajama pants….

Clark moved to help her and soon his pants joined her shirt on the floor.

She looked him over, afraid to touch him now that he was naked in front of her.

“Lois?”

She let out a small chuckle, “And you call ME gorgeous.”

Flattered, he stole her mouth again, breaking apart only long enough to remind her that she was wearing entirely too many clothes.

She lifted her bottom half away and took off her sleep shorts all the while kissing him and then she was back, her abdomen flush against his, trapping his erection between them.

Her hand resumed its earlier journey and finally gripped him, causing him to gasp.

She massaged the tip, the small sounds he was making into her mouth turning her on more than she had thought was possible and suddenly any fear she might have been feeling about what they were about to do went away and she couldn’t wait for him to be inside her.

Clark, who was having the same idea if the rocking motion into her hand was any indication, broke off with a gasp and took her hand away, quickly leaning over her and reaching into his dresser.

“Please tell me you have condoms,” she murmured against him, “I forgot to ask.”

“Well, I can’t say I expected to be having sex tonight,” he replied apologetically, coming back to her with a small foil packet in his hand, “But, that being said….”

“You’re such a boy scout,” she took it from him and removed the foil, tossing it off the bed as she unwrapped the condom and slipped it on him. “I never used to love that about you but now….”

She trailed off with a soft exhale of relief as he moved on top of her, pushing her down on the bed. She raised a leg in encouragement, feeling him push at her entrance hesitantly.

They both let out a groan as he slid into her though and another as he moved for the first time.

“Mmfph,” she sighed into his mouth, her arms moving up his sides and pulling him closer. “That feels so good.”

He let her, reaching down to settle a leg over his hip. He groaned as the angle enabled her to take more of him in.

Lois gasped at the sudden change in angle, rocking more urgently as he touched her more deeply and pleasurably than he had before.

‘There was a downside to this though,’ he thought as Lois’ body came down on his in time to his own movements. He hadn’t been lying about this only taking two minutes. After all, they had been indulging in extended foreplay for a long time now.

Fortunately for him it looked like Lois hadn’t been lying either. He felt her tighten against him and then slow.

“Are you…..” she arched against him, her mouth kissing his throat briefly, “….close?”

Clark pulled her closer still and angled his hips away from her, a hand moving down to where they were joined, “Close enough. Are you?”

She let out a shuddering gasp as his thumb came to rest on the hood of her clitoris, “Oh, don’t do that. I’m gonna…..I’m gonna…..”

She let out a wrenching cry and buried her head in his shoulder as her orgasm overtook her.

The sight of her coming in front of him would have been enough for him to lose it on a normal day. But that paired with how close he already was and the sudden, rhythmic tightening of her internal passage on his erection and he was lost.

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Lois came to a moment later as Clark collapsed on top of her, his own orgasm draining him of all his strength. She moved a hand comfortingly over his back and was pleased to find that he returned the sentiment, hugging her tightly to him.

“We should have done that a long time ago,” she smiled.

Her words were rewarded with an exhausted chuckle, “Yeah, we should have.”