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"Six hours away?!" Clark quietly yelled, mindful of the busy morning rush in the bull pen. "You can't go alone, Lois! You don't even know the area."
Lois rolled her eyes, fixing loose papers on her desk mindlessly as she stood, promptly ignoring his concerns. "This is the article that will get me a Pulitzer, Kent, I just know it," she explained, shutting down her computer and gathering her belongings. "I would do anything for this story, so butt out, 'kay?"
Clark frustratedly huffed and followed behind her, quickly gathering his things as well, slipping into the elevator before it shut. Disregarding her annoyed expression, he reiterated, "Lois, you don't know where you're going. They don't report on crime, which likely means it's far too high to even warrant reporting. You can't go six hours away without at least one other person there— the nearest police station is hours from it. What if something happens-"
"Clark, I don't need a bodyguard. I'm perfectly capable of-"
"Taking care of yourself, yes, I know," he finished. "Still doesn't mean you shouldn't take someone with you. If it was close by, then, fine, but six-"
"Hours away, yes, Clark, I get it, it's far," she, too, finished, promptly walking out the now open elevator doors, Clark trailing behind. "But, I don't exactly see a line up of beach goers this time of year. So, unless you find me one— one that I can stand— then be my guest. Otherwise, I'm out of here. Gotta get there before evening and pick up a bikini on the way."
Clark grabbed her arm, swiveling her around to a stop before she could exit through the revolving doors. Staring down her growing irritation, he swallowed his own distaste for what he was about to say, offering, "Take me."
That seemed to surprise her. "What?"
He shrugged, loosening his grip just a smidge. "We've worked together before— I won't take space in your byline. Just... Let me make sure you get there safe."
Lois chewed the inside of her cheek, eyes flitting between both of Clark's, genuinely seeming to consider it. "I said find me someone I can stand," she grumbled, but Clark heard the sarcastic underlay, sporting a small smile at that. "Alright, fine, Smallville. But you're paying the bus fare."
Clark's smile simply grew.
***
Roughly past noon, the two wound up in front of the supposed location of the beach, though said 'beach' wasn't appropriately named. It appeared to be some measly lake with fake white sand and large rocks encompassing the view. It seemed deserted, trees, leaves, and greenery leading a narrow strip of a normal looking shoreline— they knew better, though.
Shuffling through her beach bag, Lois pulled out a crumpled map she'd printed before they left and examined the area, looking back and forth to see what they were missing. "A-ha!"
Clark came up behind her and followed where she pointed, just southeast of where they were. "Makes sense," he said as they wasted no time and made their way through the bushes, Clark insisting to walk ahead but Lois settling for, at most, side by side. "Wouldn't be so covert if it were out in the open."
Lois absentmindedly hummed, focused on examining their surroundings for anything that wasn't on the map, as well as anything that could guarantee that their cover wouldn't be blown the second they stumble upon their destination. And, sure enough, she found one. "Clark..."
"Yeah, Lois?" But, Clark wasn't paying her any attention, still treading forward. The hand on his chest, though, got him to stop, confused green eyes meeting her wide, frantic ones. He tilted his head and followed her gaze, his expression quick to match hers. "Oh."
Lo and behold, the beach was closer than the map said and, as they were now fully aware, it was far, far from normal.
"You took me to a nudist beach?!" Clark shrieked and averted his eyes from the countless men and women flouncing around in their birthday suits, some shamelessly making out and getting it on in positions that should not be humanly possible.
He was enlightened of his flaming blush from Lois' amused smile, but her typical aggressive tone kicked back in full force as she grumbled, poking his pecs, "Hey! I didn't know what I was walking into, but you're the one who insisted on coming. So, you got two options here: you go undercover with me, or you stay guarding our stuff while I get my information. Your choice."
Lois didn't wait for his reply to start undressing, tossing her bag to the floor as she shrugged off her tank top and shorts, just about to untie her bikini top before Clark grabbed her wrists, stopping her. "Lois," he lowly shamed, flush grower a deeper shade. "Look, I get that you would do anything for a story, but this is ridiculous! What- What if someone recognizes you, or takes a picture of you— does something that will come back to haunt you."
Lois groaned and tried to get free, but Clark wasn't letting go, forcing her to say, "I understand that your small-towned mind can't comprehend the idea of a man and woman being naked together, but it's how we used to cohabitate back in the day. Being shy in your natural skin is a social construct that these people don't see fit to humiliate. Safer to be strutting my stuff around here than in any man's bedroom any day... Plus, I'm not camera shy. In fact-"
"I don't need to hear that," Clark grumbled and, begrudgingly, let her go. He sighed, glancing between her and the gathering, thinking. "I can't let you go in alone."
Lois rolled her eyes for the millionth time today and said, "I don't know what's with your hero-savior complex, but the only way to get in without sticking out like a sore thumb is to get loose, alright? So, you in or what?"
Eyeing her cautiously, hand on her hip, Clark decided resentfully, "Fine."
Raising a brow, she couldn't help but tease, "Fine what? Fine, you'll stay here like a little baby, or, fine, you'll show the whole world itty, bitty Clarkie junior-"
"Lois." Clark snubbed her glee and shed his blue tee at once, stuffing in haphazardly into his own bag, pausing after untying the drawstring to his red swim shorts. "This isn't a show."
Clearing her throat, Lois pretended like she wasn't staring and scoffed, "As if, Smallville." She then deftly removed her top, Clark's mouth running dry at an instant, trying and failing to look away. She was quick to remove her bottoms, too, and Clark suddenly couldn't breathe. "Double standards much?"
Coughing, Clark numbly shimmied off his shorts, doing everything in his power to not get unwillingly and uncomfortably hard, eyes trained directly below him, avoiding her at all costs. Packing everything neatly away was a good enough distraction for the time being, but it came to the point where he couldn't evade her any longer. With a deep breath, he met Lois' hazels, both sharing the same fear which oddly comforted them, thus enabled both to bounce back from the awkwardness and get to the mission at hand.
"So, we just waltz in there? What if we need an invitation or something?"
Lois led the way through the trees, scouting the area before answering, "No, doesn't seem like it. I think the location and theme wards off any unsuspecting visitors. Luckily, they don't know the name Lois Lane yet."
"Or Clark Kent, apparently." The two paused behind a tree that would be the welcome gate into the party. "You ready?"
Straightening her back and adding some visible confidence, Lois nodded. "I was born ready, Kent. Just follow my lead."
Clark took her outstretched hand, lacing them together as they nonchalantly entered the open space. Couples were the abundant standard, a few littered by a concrete waterfall, making out and preforming other dubious acts in and around it. Some of the others were on picnic tables, but most were lying on the sand, all up in each other's business. The only few stragglers were mingling in the water and under the pavilion, making passes at each other, some polygamous but majority male/female.
"I hope you have a plan," Clark whispered in her ear, playing it off like he was murmuring dirty nothings, as they reached the only building in sight— a small and semi-abandoned shop, outhouse attached.
Nodding inconspicuously, Lois said, "If anywhere's going to have the files, it's here. Now, we just need to get in without being spotted-"
"Hey, hey!" A random man greeted drunkly as they were about to circle around. "Boring shit's in there. The fun's over here," he said and pointed to the water where there was an almost perfect line of people doing, well, each other. "My chick's waiting for me— hey, look, she's waving. Hi, Macy!"
"Hi, Fred!" the woman excitedly yelled back, hand flailing for him to join.
Fred's lopsided grin turned into a teasing growl, cat scratching the air at her and shouting a promise to be there soon. But, facing back to Lois and Clark, Fred said, "Hey, you should join us. We've got plenty of room next to us if you're not into the whole sharing thing, which, hey, I get it. Don't love sharing my Macy all that much."
Lois forced a smile, smacking Clark's ass to warn him out of his grimace, and replied, "Thanks for the offer, Fred. Maybe a little later, though. Hunky and I like to freshen up first, if you know what I mean."
Fred laughed, surfer-dude like, and said, "Ay, that's my people right there. Don't take too long, buh dum tshh. We'll save you the spot."
Clark, sporting a tight-lipped smile, muttered, "Thanks, Fred."
"Anytime," he clicked and sauntered off to Macy, swaying only a little in his sprint.
Both letting out a sigh of relief, they exchanged glances, words not needing to be said as they now worked their way around the building.
Finding the door was simple enough, but getting Lois to pretend to be lookout as he jimmied the lock took more effort than necessary. Regardless, they finally made their way inside, the only lights being the sun that filtered in through the small cracks in the old, crumbling infrastructure.
Clark kept Lois close to him, surprised at her lack of protest, but didn't take the time to over analyze. Instead, they ventured forth, searching together for another door within the small maze that was the building. Clark attempted to x-ray, but discovered the walls to be lead-lined. So, they both were blind, but he refused to let it be a deterrent.
"Door!" Lois exclaimed only to be shushed by Clark. "What?"
Opening the door, Clark shoved them inside and silently retorted, "There might be people in here."
Lois dismissed, "You heard Fred: boring shit's in here. Why would there be?"
Clark raised a brow but, before he could answer, he heard loud, clunky footsteps racing down the hall. Hurriedly shutting the door, he turned to Lois and, not thinking too much, grabbed her thighs and lifted her up against him, protecting her body with his front, pressing her back into the wall adjacent to the door. Before she could complain or question, Clark slammed his lips against hers, working in a deep angle just seconds before the door busted open.
Clark, purposeful to appear in a trance— which didn't take much acting skill, lazily turned to face the intruder after a few moments of audibly wet kisses. The two security guards hastily apologized upon the sight and closed back the door, Clark hearing the footsteps quickly disappear, following it and gaining a rough approximation to their rendezvous. That proved there was something worth hiding, worth needing security, so Lois was right in her hunch. But, he first had to deal with the current predicament— that he caused— before they could follow suit.
Lois' eyes couldn't be wider, bare chest heaving unhealthily fast, lips parted, paralyzed from shock. "Um..." she choked, a full body blush consuming her. Clark's shy smiled apology and inability to let her down, afraid she'd fall, brought her to say hoarsely, "Ahem, quick, uh, quick thinking."
"Yep," he agreed timidly, gulping as a certain thing now pressed uncomfortably against her hip, her painfully aware of it as well. "I... sorry."
"Not your fault," she babbled, doing her best to not look down but, evidently, couldn't help herself, squeaking upon seeing it. "It's a natural human reaction. It's okay. Um. Okay. Think of cows giving birth or something. Dead grandmas!"
Clark squeezed his eyes shut but couldn't focus on anything but her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her nails digging into his back, holding on for dear life. He also couldn't ignore how soft and warm her skin was against his palms, fingertips grinding into her perfect fleshy thighs, not to mention his erection reaping extreme benefits of her hot breath as she attempted to calm him down, speaking directly in line with his cock. "Not... helping," he panted.
"Goddamn it, Clark," she whined and lolled her head back, hitting the wall behind her. A momentary pause and then, "There's always another way."
He knew exactly what she meant. "You can't be serious."
They locked eyes as Lois exasperated, "What else do you suppose we do? If that can't turn you off, I don't know what will! Seriously, that cow birth thing is disgusting."
Clark sighed, turning them both around as he spotted a desk, walking them to it. Sitting Lois down, he removed himself from her shell shocked embrace, a little at ease from the lack of physical contact. "I can ignore it," he supplied.
She pursed her lips. "Right. Sure you can."
"Lois, I'm not going to get myself off in front of you," Clark firmly stated, pretending there wasn't a waver in his voice. "We'd might as well be giving up on our hardly-a-friendship friendship."
"I think we already kissed that goodbye. Pun intended."
Frustratedly running his fingers through his hair, Clark considered it, but then shook his head. "So, what, you're just okay with watching then— If that's what I end up doing? You don't find this weird?"
Lois took a sharp breath before splurging, "Listen, Clark, we can keep discussing the morality of this situation if you so desire, but, the fact is, we have to get out of here like now, or at least as soon as possible, so we don't have to pay for some shoddy hotel. So, if you could just hurry up and get yourself situated, we can finally be on our merry way. Okay?"
Clark was quiet and, honestly, a little frightened. He didn't flag in the slightest, though, observing her agitated yet annoyingly sexy flailing hands with unwarranted arousal. He was nervous, Lois making that obvious with her pathetic attempt at calming herself down for his sake, deep breaths and relaxed expression now replacing the former.
"We're both adults here," Lois began again. cautious, slowly placing both her palms on the desk, inviting him to look— something he was not expecting. She also uncrossed her legs, spreading them just a touch, Clark hearing her heart race exponentially. "I'm sure you'd prefer a dinner date first, but this is what we've got to work with— well, we did share that granola bar on the bus, if that counts. And, not to flatter myself, but seen as it is my fault, maybe we should... Maybe there's something I could do. To help. To help you."
"...What are you saying?"
Seems like whatever she was trying to hold back, whether to spare him the obscenity or accept the fact itself, didn't matter as she blurted, "I'm saying you should fuck me."
Clark promptly ignored the way his cock twitched, but didn't miss Lois' keen eye, his blush resurfacing instantaneously. He could try the innocent act, pretend to be all woe is me, but Lois was serious. He'd actually never seen her so sincere. The fact didn't stop him from stuttering, "What? Why? Are you- Are you sure? I don't, uh... Lois, this is..." He was going to say something along the lines of 'this is a terrible idea, Lois, are you out of your mind,' but he cleared his throat and admitted, "We don't have a condom."
"I'm on the pill," she reassured, adding while scooting closer to the edge of the table, opening her legs wider, "And, I'm clean. Don't doubt you are, too."
Sending her a look, Clark took a bold step forward. His hands hesitantly rested atop Lois' thighs, only touching skin once she had nodded, constantly watching her for any sign to stop. She wasn't backing down in the slightest. "You'd tell me if you didn't feel comfortable?"
Lois nodded once more, bringing one hand up to trace along his jaw, settling behind and lacing through the long black hair at the nape of his neck. "Cross my heart."
He was still very wary, petting her ablaze skin softly. He then asked after a few quiet moments, "Could I kiss you?"
"Clark-"
He could already hear the lecture, so he stopped her before she could ramble, "Okay, okay. Just... wanted to make sure." Stepping even closer, close enough to feel all her warmth, he scooped her chin into his right hand, tilting her head up. Craning down and lining himself up with his left, Clark leisurely locked their lips while slowly sliding inside.
Lois' grip on his hair tightened as a moan quickly slipped out, swallowed down by Clark's persistent kiss. He worked his way inside unhurriedly, careful to not hurt her, but that only caused Lois to force him in faster, heels digging into his back impatiently. Clark's left hand moved to explore her body, briefly ignoring her beg, blindly feeling what he'd been trying so hard to not ogle. But, by God, being allowed to realize it, she was so incredibly gorgeous.
Bottoming out, Clark was already seeing stars. Lois was tight and hot, wet slicked and perfectly conforming to his length. A few gentle rocks to ease a rhythm and they both were already bored, so Clark gripped Lois' hips firmly and started thrusting confidently in and out, loud smacks soon echoing through the room.
"Ah, yes, yes," Lois chanted, throwing her head back, granting access to her neck. Clark happily obliged, biting down and sucking on the sensitive skin, deepening his pace. "Oh, God, right there. Don't stop. God, Clark."
"Mm, Lois," he dazedly moaned in response, licking the cold sweat off her collarbone before straightening back up, hooded eyes looming over her face and chest. Both his hands now kneaded at her rear, pulling her up and down his cock, giving his hips a short break. She seemed enthralled by the fact, brows scrunching and mouth widening, exhaling deliciously pleased sounds. "So beautiful."
Luckily, it was intended to be something quick and simple because he was unraveling. Fast. Clark hadn't felt so consumed with lustrous need before this moment; Lois was presented to him quite literally as the woman of his dreams. Every noise she made was entrancing, tailored perfectly to his wants, and every expression and plea tipped him that much closer to the edge.
Lois drove him insane in the best ways possible.
Clark might've been abashed by how hasty his orgasm was approaching if not for Lois being there with him, keening and screaming in increasingly desperate pitches. His thrusts were continuous, swift and certain, hitting the back of her walls repeatedly, effective and urgent. He wanted, needed to come inside her, to see his come dripping down her perfect thighs.
The growing tightness of her core soon obscured his ability to withhold his share of whiny groans, heaving out her name in repetition against her soft hair, inhaling the pure, intoxicating sex scent.
Lois convulsed and squeezed herself around him, yanking him to her lips but failing, squeakily moaning against his jaw. Cupping a breast and pinching the bud, he made her come to a screeching halt, seizing before shattering, a broken "Clark" the only thing that could escape.
It took only one, two, three strokes inside her staggeringly tight hole before he let himself go, coming in long spurts, filling her up thoroughly, her name spilling off his lips.
By time they emerged from the haze, spent by breathing heavily into the other's shoulder, Clark sported his trademarked lopsided grin, staring down at the absolutely wrecked woman pinned beneath him. She also wore her own tired smile, a breathless giggle escaping as his thumbs tickled up and down her sides in appreciation. Sneaking in a long kiss, Clark pulled out, Lois' whimper muffled by his tongue.
"So," Lois rasped after a brief pause. "I guess the all American farm boy had a few tricks up his sleeve after all."
"Like causing the Lois Lane to go into an unheard of silence," Clark naughtily grinned. "Yeah, I'd say that's quite the accomplishment."
She smacked his chest unthreateningly, pushing him back an inch or so to make a point. "You're a real ass, you know that?"
"Buns of steel." He laughed at her poked out tongue and helped her to stand, but was quickly forced to remember the little stunt he pulled.
Getting down on his knees, wordless, Clark pressed her back against the wood and he licked up her inner thigh, gathering his mess while maintaining direct, intimate eye contact. She shuddered, shaky hands holding down his head as he now lapped at her folds, slurping up every last drop. Her eyes were nearly pitch black, mouth agape that spoke little gasps, looking down at him with such incredible intensity and thirst.
Instead of acting on the thick wave of arousal that washed over him, Clark stood back up, wiping away any stray bits of incriminating evidence, Lois observing helplessly. "We should get back to work."
Snapping her jaw shut, seemingly not realizing that she was gawking, Lois cleared her throat and croaked, "Right. That. Yeah."
Clark didn't hide his amusement, teasing, "Think you can walk, or do I have to carry you?"
That sure got good ol' Lois back, her dramatically groaning and saying while strutting to the door, Clark unashamedly staring at her ass as she most definitely limped a little, "You're no super man, alright, so get that big ego out of your head before you hurt yourself. It's not an attractive quality."
"Uh huh," he chuckled, knowing Lois' type all too well, seeing right through her lies. He followed her out the door, though, and nodded his head in the direction he remembered the guards heading off in. "Let's check this way first. Stay behind me... Please."
"Only because you asked so nicely." The two padded silently down the hall, turning the first corner to see a giant painting, nearly floor to ceiling in length, marking the apparent end to the hall. "Dead end?"
Clark, now able to utilize it, x-rayed through the faded imagery and saw a hidden entrance, the same two guards from earlier manning the inside doorway, a small room just past them. "Twenty bucks says there's a door behind that painting."
"Extra twenty if it has our file," Lois added, both now making their way down. Before examining how to open the frame, she hesitated, "What if it's boobytrapped, or sends out a silent alarm? I know I acted all cool about the whole naked thing, but I'd really prefer it if the General doesn't catch wind of this. Still would like to experience a somewhat normal life one day."
"I'll make sure that doesn't happen," Clark comforted and spotted the latch, unhooking it stealthily so Lois wouldn't notice the now shattered padlock. "Oh, look, it's open."
Lois inspected it and nodded. "Game plan?"
"Don't you usually decide that for me?" Clark baited just to ease her nerves, succeeding. "I'll go in first, you man the door until I give the all-clear."
"Okay," she surprisingly agreed without further argument, something that would usually warrant severe questioning, but time was running far too short for that. So, Clark took charge, keeping Lois concealed behind the open frame as he, before being spotted, disarmed both officers, super speeding them far away, and zooming back long before Lois could notice. Peeking his head back to her, he signaled it was safe, and they began their search. "Ought to be somewhere in here."
After a few minutes of searching, Clark found it stashed behind one of the cabinets, taped to the metal.
[skipping ahead bc im bored; they dodge fred on the way out, now back at the planet, dressed, around/past midnight]
"Kam Wah," Lois, with sparkles in her eyes, excitedly pointed out, Clark walking up to her. She had been hunched over the story they'd been working on the second they got back. "You're a life saver, you know that?"
"Been told that on occasion," Clark smiled and sat in his seat, both not waiting a second longer to dig into their Chinese takeout. "What's the science behind why this is so good at 12 in the morning?"
"Dunno, but add sleep deprivation and being on a really tight deadline, and you've got a research study I'd actually be interested in reading." Lois stopped absolutely shoving noodles down her throat once she noticed Clark's warm stare. "Hi," she said shyly.
"Hi," Clark mimicked and leaned forward a smidge, Lois subconsciously following suit. His gaze lingered on her lips as she licked them clean, wanting nothing more than to jump across the desk and make them squeaky clean. Instead, he said, "Think we're ever going to talk about... it?"
Lois' grin twitched a bit bigger, giving him a flirty once over before teasing, "I don't think talking would be the right move."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhm."
They were both standing now, and, within a split second, Lois' outfit was nonexistent, her desk seeing a whole new side of her as Clark claimed its essential role in their now hot and heavy make out session.
So, one thing very quickly led to another and... well, Jimmy shrieked, "CK?!"
They ignored him, however, now deeply engaged in, ahem, that.
Poor Jimmy.