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Superman & Lois: Fan Fiction: With A Twist
Title: With A Twist
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Fandom: Superman & Lois
Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Tags: Getting Together, Meet Cute, Fluff
Summary: In a different world, Clark and Lois still meet.
Word Count: 3,464
Beta: Grammarly
Clark Kent entered the bar, wearing a different pair of glasses and having his hair styled differently from how it had been done when he lived in Gotham. He tugged on the vest he was wearing as well as he looked around. He had heard a lot about the bar and how it was a front for something connected to both Gotham. He wasn't sure about much of anything, but he knew that he needed to figure it out.
Of course, there were others hunting it as well. Clark needed it to get out of Gotham. As much as he was trying to stay under the radar as a human, he had caught a bit of fame, and in Gotham, things were not good. So he wanted a clean start in Metropolis, and to get that, he needed a good article that showed he could write like Lois Lane.
A few of the women around the bar looked at him, and he could tell that they were seeing the money on him. He would be a target for that alone, which was why he was dressed like he was. The music was pulsing, and it would be hard for him to use his senses in any good fashion to figure out who was lying and who wasn't, but he had been trained to do it. He would just have to be careful.
Clark made his way to the bar and looked at the alcohol in bottles on the wall to see what kind of drinks they had on offer. None of them would affect him, so he could easily pick the strongest drink and keep it coming. The ability to act like a drunk who could be rolled might be the best thing, in this case, to get what he wanted.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked. She was grinning as she took him in.
Clark was about to answer when he took in the face looking at him. He knew her from somewhere, but the scar was marring the vision. It was a choice to have her in a job that would usually mean better tips if there were no scars or other blemishes. Clark couldn't help but scan her, and he found not only was the scar a fake, but she also had recording equipment on her person. She was bold as hell, but then again, it wasn't like Lois Lane got her name being meek.
"Whatever you want to make me, but give it a twist." Clark laid down a twenty on the bar before he turned to look out into the club again. He focused his eyes on everyone around him, but his hearing was focused on Lois. He wanted to make sure she was fine, but she was good at protecting herself. If she was going after this, him getting it out from under her would make sure that he was hired at the Daily Planet. He would make sure to apologize at a later date, but he needed this, and she was already secure in her job.
There was every chance that she was going to recognize him at some point, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.
"Old Fashioned with a twist," Lois said a few moments later.
Clark turned around to pick up the drink and laughed a little at the twist. He knew that it was a Metropolis quirk to use green things in drinks to mimic Krytonite and the main hero who worked out of Metropolis. Despite being based in Gotham as Clark Kent, Superman was based out of Metropolis. It was something both of his fathers had pushed on him when he had finally graduated from the training that he had done side by side with college. It had been more than enough to make sure that Clark could handle all of this.
"Thank you," Clark said. He picked up the lime peel and dropped it down into the drink. His hand wasn't hurting, so the drink had no Kryptonite.
Lois made change on the bill, and Clark slid over a good tip. He needed to make sure that she didn't think much of him and cotton on to what he was doing. The best person would win this, and Clark needed it more than anything right now.
---
Lois looked at the Daily Planet's front page and scoffed before looking at where Perry was sitting in his office. She picked up the paper as well as her phone and headed into the office. The byline was a name she knew, but what was Kent doing here in Metropolis writing for her paper? There had been competition in the greater world of journalism between them, but she hadn't cared too much since he was so far away from her city.
Glancing to the side as she passed the desk closest to her, Lois stopped as she noticed a box of stuff sitting there after it had been empty for months. Perry hadn't found the right person to replace their latest retirement. It seemed he finally had. Lois looked for a name, but there was nothing, so she opened the lid. Inside were a few things that spoke of Gotham. Kent had moved into her city, it seemed.
"I thought the people running the betting pool were just bored," a man said.
Lois turned around to see a man standing there in front of her. He was wearing a suit that had no right looking as good as it did on him with the smirk that was on his lips. She had seen him somewhere before and recently.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, as soon as I put my box down on the desk before going down to deal with HR, I heard many talking about how long it would take you to snoop through it." The man smiled at her, and that was when Lois placed where she knew him from. The club.
"You."
"Me. Clark Kent, Miss Lane." Kent held out his hand for Lois to shake.
"Why did you scoop me?"
"I didn't. I had the full connection as you were focused mainly on Metropolis, and I followed the story from Gotham to there."
"What?" Lois looked at the paper again. She read over the words at the start of it, and she frowned. She hadn't been anywhere near that deep into the story. She was still working on following the few leads she got while working undercover at the club. There were a lot of details she had only just found out the night before.
"Ah, Lane. You found Kent good. Show him the ropes here. He's got a good head on his shoulders, and he would be a good help on the stories you need just a little more muscle on."
Lois glared at Perry as the man walked by them, patting Clark on the shoulder.
"Why did you come here?"
"My parents are getting older in age, and this is a lot closer to them, meaning I can get away to see them easier. There was no reason beyond that for why I started it."
"Started it. Meaning there was something else that came up after."
"Well, I got into a little bit of trouble over an article I published a month ago, and things got heated in Gotham, but the people who I am in trouble with would never come here."
"How are you sure?"
"They are scared of Batman, but Superman freaks them out, so they won't step foot in the area he's mostly based out of."
"What if they pay someone to kill you?"
"They don't have the funds for that, and all favors they had were used up making sure they survived the article I published."
"Gotham was probably upset to lose you."
"Maybe, but in the end, I had to pick what was best for me and my parents."
Lois wasn't sure that this man was telling the truth, but she would figure it out. She had friends in Gotham and would make sure this guy wasn't here to do something stupid. It was the best thing that they would be working together; she could watch him closer.
"How did you scoop me?"
"I have been working the Gotham angle of this for months. So I had the whole picture before it moved here to expand. Wasn't hard to work this new side for an easy resolution."
Lois wasn't sure about that, but she would figure him out. She would get what she wanted out of him.
---
Clark picked up his desk phone, not looking at the caller ID on it. "Kent."
"Clark, it's Lois. I need your help at the docks."
Clark frowned as he looked at the time. It was too early in the morning for most shipments to have made it docked.
"I'll be there as-" Clark stopped as he heard the noise of a gunshot. He dropped the phone into the cradle and hurried out of the bullpen.
"Kent, where are you going?" Perry yelled.
"Lois needs me on a story!"
Perry said nothing. He rarely did when it was his two-star reporters.
Instead of going down the stairs like he normally did, he went up, leaving the roof as Superman.
Clark listened for Lois' heartbeat, and he zeroed in on where she was. It was erratic, like it was when she was scared.
Only when Clark landed she was standing there with a recorder in her hand. She hit the play button, and the sound of a gun going off played.
"Clark," Lois said.
"How?"
"I'm not stupid, but you do pretty good at covering. The whole small-town boy who was hardened by Gotham but still good at heart is a good cover. You just overplayed a few things around me when we were working on stories. There was also when you met Bruce Wayne last week. Even the background of covering him as much as you did, doesn't account for the allergy that no one knows he has. Superman would know that Batman did. Or I assume so."
"Bruce is going to be pissed."
"Oh, he knows that I know who he is. I've made the promise to never tell anyone about it, and I'll hold your secret as well. For a price."
"And that price is?" Clark wasn't sure what the price was.
"A date."
"With Superman or Clark?"
"Clark, he's the more interesting person."
Clark swallowed as he wasn't sure about this. He hadn't really dated in a long time. He made a show of it in Gotham for the gossip rags that even followed him around. He wasn't sure that dating someone he worked with was a good idea. Of course, that never stopped the gossip that Batman and Superman were doing the dirty in bed after teaming up. Clark never understood that.
"What's that face?"
"Just thinking about Gossip about myself and Batman."
Lois laughed at that. She shook her head but slipped the recorder into her pocket. "Why don't you go and change? We can get lunch and discuss our terms."
---
"Clark," Lois said as she looked at the stick in her hand. It was impossible. Despite not knowing how the genetics would work and if they were compatible at all, they still took precautions. Lois tracked her cycle like crazy, and Clark was zealous about condoms. They weren't even living together!
"Lois?" Clark asked. He opened the door to the bathroom.
Lois looked at him. She could tell the stick in her hand meant nothing to him. His gaze darted around the room and settled on the box.
"Are you?"
"It says I am. I need to go and get other tests done."
"Okay, I'll get your coat. You get dressed in something a little more appropriate for going to the doctor."
Lois looked down. They were in a hotel room, having a fun little weekend for themselves after another story broke. There hadn't been much of anything between them for weeks, focused on their story every single second they could, along with Clark slipping away to save people. So Lois was just dressed in a bit of silk that Clark had bought her a few weeks before.
"Hold on," Lois said, and she reached out for Clark.
"Are you okay?"
"It's just...I came in here to get ready to slide on top of you while you were still in bed. You looked so good lying there. I think I want to do that. It's not going to change a blood test. I want to feel good before we head out. I need to shower anyway."
"Okay."
Clark stepped up between her legs, and he tipped her head up to look him in the face. He smiled down at her. "Whatever this test tells us, I'm going nowhere, Lois. I will not leave you behind in this. That's not the kind of man my fathers raised me to be."
Lois stood up, pushing Clark back a little bit to allow her to stand. She waited for the kiss before she started to move them. As much as she wanted to straddle him in the bedroom area, she wanted to just feel him. Lois was the reason they had been going so slow. Clark would have moved in with her months ago, but she had been worried that he would just leave her. There was a lot of her life she was worried about, at least the personal side. Love hadn't been something she focused on.
Once they were away from the toilet, Lois turned them as they kissed. When she backed herself into the counter, Clark moved with ease and picked her up to set her down on it. Much like her, he was in barely any clothes, and even though the curtains were shut in the room, it was hard-pressed to get him to go naked anywhere but the bathroom. Even when at Lois' place, he took clothes to the bathroom to change into after a shower.
"Let me get stuff."
"No. We don't need it."
"Lois, you might not be pregnant, and I would rather be safe than sorry."
The care that Clark took always took her breath away. She nodded and let him go to get a condom. She felt like they were on the edge of something, and she didn't know what it would be on the other side but with Clark at her side, they could face anything.
Clark came back into the room, and he had a condom in his fingers but still had his underwear on. He shut the door, and only then did he shed them.
"Sometimes I miss the man you tried to show yourself off when coming from Gotham, then I remember that this is the real you, and that goes away."
Lois wrapped her arms around Clark as he stepped up between her legs. She had no underwear on and was just wearing the teddy. Other than the condom, there was nothing that needed to be taken off or put on. Clark didn't take the teddy off but let his hands run over it as they kissed. The feel of the material on her body had always been good, but there was something about Clark's hands with no calluses and hidden strength behind them that made Lois feel so cherished.
"Step back," Lois said as Clark worked his underwear off.
Clark looked confused, but he stepped back before smiling as Lois slipped off the count and got to her knees.
Lois had never thought she would care too much about the size of her lover's cock as long as it wasn't tiny. Clark was anything but tiny. Lois kissed the head of his cock before she licked up the underside.
Clark tangled his fingers into her hair, holding on as Lois worked her mouth up and down the cock. This was one of the things they didn't often do, as Lois was too tired for a lot of foreplay. There would be a lot of tiredness in her future as, despite just taking an over-the-counter test, she was sure she was pregnant.
"How about you come up here?" Clark asked a few minutes into it. He ripped open the condom.
Lois reached up to take it from him, and she rolled it down his cock before getting up off her knees. Clark wasn't being playful anymore. His eyes were a little wild, and he barely got her on the counter before he filled her up. He tucked his head into her neck and inhaled. Lois held him tight as he shuddered through whatever he was going through.
"Clark?"
"Your scent. I thought it was just a diet change as you have been eating differently, but I think...I think you are pregnant."
"Then take it off," Lois said. She reached down to help get the condom off him. "It's not like it did its job."
Clark laughed and pushed back inside of her. He did it so achingly slow, as if he was enjoying it so much more without the condom. He felt a little hotter, but he was always running so much hotter than she was. It felt so much different, and yet at the same time, it didn't. Sex with Clark was something she had enjoyed more than sex with anyone else she had ever had.
"Wrap your legs around me," Clark said.
Lois did as much as she could and wasn't shocked when Clark stepped back, carrying her over to the wall and pressing her to it. It was one of his favorite positions and lately had been one she had enjoyed more than she normally did. She wasn't sure why, and there was probably a deep psychological reason, but in the end, It always felt like Clark was all around her. Lois came with a cry, muffling the sound in Clark's neck as much as possible to not give anyone a free show.
"Marry me," Lois said as she felt Clark's body tense in orgasm.
Clark said nothing and moved them to the bed, laying down with her on top of him. He looked at her for a few seconds.
"Did you just propose to me when I was in the middle of orgasm?"
"Yes. I did. I'll do it again if you want."
"No. I know my answer. I've known my answer for a while; I've just waited for you to be ready. I have one question before I give you my answer. Are you doing this because you are pregnant?"
"No, I am doing it because I love you and am not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid of being with you. Staring at the pregnancy test made me realize that a family with you isn't the worst thing in the world."
"It's not?" Clark smiled.
Lois poked at Clark's chest before she settled on him a little more.
"So?" Lois asked.
"Yes. It's yes, as you well know, Miss Lane."
Lois gave him a smile, and she waited to see if he did anything else.
"Go shower, and we can get the rest of it taken care of. I'll shower after you, and you can make the appointment. We will be getting you something to eat beforehand. You need to keep up what you can with eating at a good interval, and maybe you will not have too many issues if morning sickness hits."
Lois hadn't thought about that. A few things had been smelling weird to her for two weeks. Looking back, she saw a lot of signs about what was happening, but she hadn't paid any attention. It wasn't good as normally she did pay attention to her body more.
"We will have to see about doing something to see if there is something in your semen that invalidates condoms."
"Lois." Clark sighed and dropped his head back to the bed. He glared at her.
"What? We need to know."
"I'm not giving that to your father."
"I'll ask him when we tell him who you are. I cannot keep this from him since we are getting married. I do not want to be kept from you if you are injured."
Clark nodded in agreement. "Just think this all started because you couldn't look away after I ordered my drink."
Lois slapped Clark on the chest, and she leaned over him. "I did no such thing."
"You did too."
Lois stuck her tongue out at Clark, and he stuck his out back at her. It was simple things like that which made Lois fall in love with him. This kind of thing was the thing that would make the future with him so much better.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Fandom: Superman & Lois
Relationships: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Tags: Getting Together, Meet Cute, Fluff
Summary: In a different world, Clark and Lois still meet.
Word Count: 3,464
Beta: Grammarly
Clark Kent entered the bar, wearing a different pair of glasses and having his hair styled differently from how it had been done when he lived in Gotham. He tugged on the vest he was wearing as well as he looked around. He had heard a lot about the bar and how it was a front for something connected to both Gotham. He wasn't sure about much of anything, but he knew that he needed to figure it out.
Of course, there were others hunting it as well. Clark needed it to get out of Gotham. As much as he was trying to stay under the radar as a human, he had caught a bit of fame, and in Gotham, things were not good. So he wanted a clean start in Metropolis, and to get that, he needed a good article that showed he could write like Lois Lane.
A few of the women around the bar looked at him, and he could tell that they were seeing the money on him. He would be a target for that alone, which was why he was dressed like he was. The music was pulsing, and it would be hard for him to use his senses in any good fashion to figure out who was lying and who wasn't, but he had been trained to do it. He would just have to be careful.
Clark made his way to the bar and looked at the alcohol in bottles on the wall to see what kind of drinks they had on offer. None of them would affect him, so he could easily pick the strongest drink and keep it coming. The ability to act like a drunk who could be rolled might be the best thing, in this case, to get what he wanted.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked. She was grinning as she took him in.
Clark was about to answer when he took in the face looking at him. He knew her from somewhere, but the scar was marring the vision. It was a choice to have her in a job that would usually mean better tips if there were no scars or other blemishes. Clark couldn't help but scan her, and he found not only was the scar a fake, but she also had recording equipment on her person. She was bold as hell, but then again, it wasn't like Lois Lane got her name being meek.
"Whatever you want to make me, but give it a twist." Clark laid down a twenty on the bar before he turned to look out into the club again. He focused his eyes on everyone around him, but his hearing was focused on Lois. He wanted to make sure she was fine, but she was good at protecting herself. If she was going after this, him getting it out from under her would make sure that he was hired at the Daily Planet. He would make sure to apologize at a later date, but he needed this, and she was already secure in her job.
There was every chance that she was going to recognize him at some point, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.
"Old Fashioned with a twist," Lois said a few moments later.
Clark turned around to pick up the drink and laughed a little at the twist. He knew that it was a Metropolis quirk to use green things in drinks to mimic Krytonite and the main hero who worked out of Metropolis. Despite being based in Gotham as Clark Kent, Superman was based out of Metropolis. It was something both of his fathers had pushed on him when he had finally graduated from the training that he had done side by side with college. It had been more than enough to make sure that Clark could handle all of this.
"Thank you," Clark said. He picked up the lime peel and dropped it down into the drink. His hand wasn't hurting, so the drink had no Kryptonite.
Lois made change on the bill, and Clark slid over a good tip. He needed to make sure that she didn't think much of him and cotton on to what he was doing. The best person would win this, and Clark needed it more than anything right now.
---
Lois looked at the Daily Planet's front page and scoffed before looking at where Perry was sitting in his office. She picked up the paper as well as her phone and headed into the office. The byline was a name she knew, but what was Kent doing here in Metropolis writing for her paper? There had been competition in the greater world of journalism between them, but she hadn't cared too much since he was so far away from her city.
Glancing to the side as she passed the desk closest to her, Lois stopped as she noticed a box of stuff sitting there after it had been empty for months. Perry hadn't found the right person to replace their latest retirement. It seemed he finally had. Lois looked for a name, but there was nothing, so she opened the lid. Inside were a few things that spoke of Gotham. Kent had moved into her city, it seemed.
"I thought the people running the betting pool were just bored," a man said.
Lois turned around to see a man standing there in front of her. He was wearing a suit that had no right looking as good as it did on him with the smirk that was on his lips. She had seen him somewhere before and recently.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, as soon as I put my box down on the desk before going down to deal with HR, I heard many talking about how long it would take you to snoop through it." The man smiled at her, and that was when Lois placed where she knew him from. The club.
"You."
"Me. Clark Kent, Miss Lane." Kent held out his hand for Lois to shake.
"Why did you scoop me?"
"I didn't. I had the full connection as you were focused mainly on Metropolis, and I followed the story from Gotham to there."
"What?" Lois looked at the paper again. She read over the words at the start of it, and she frowned. She hadn't been anywhere near that deep into the story. She was still working on following the few leads she got while working undercover at the club. There were a lot of details she had only just found out the night before.
"Ah, Lane. You found Kent good. Show him the ropes here. He's got a good head on his shoulders, and he would be a good help on the stories you need just a little more muscle on."
Lois glared at Perry as the man walked by them, patting Clark on the shoulder.
"Why did you come here?"
"My parents are getting older in age, and this is a lot closer to them, meaning I can get away to see them easier. There was no reason beyond that for why I started it."
"Started it. Meaning there was something else that came up after."
"Well, I got into a little bit of trouble over an article I published a month ago, and things got heated in Gotham, but the people who I am in trouble with would never come here."
"How are you sure?"
"They are scared of Batman, but Superman freaks them out, so they won't step foot in the area he's mostly based out of."
"What if they pay someone to kill you?"
"They don't have the funds for that, and all favors they had were used up making sure they survived the article I published."
"Gotham was probably upset to lose you."
"Maybe, but in the end, I had to pick what was best for me and my parents."
Lois wasn't sure that this man was telling the truth, but she would figure it out. She had friends in Gotham and would make sure this guy wasn't here to do something stupid. It was the best thing that they would be working together; she could watch him closer.
"How did you scoop me?"
"I have been working the Gotham angle of this for months. So I had the whole picture before it moved here to expand. Wasn't hard to work this new side for an easy resolution."
Lois wasn't sure about that, but she would figure him out. She would get what she wanted out of him.
---
Clark picked up his desk phone, not looking at the caller ID on it. "Kent."
"Clark, it's Lois. I need your help at the docks."
Clark frowned as he looked at the time. It was too early in the morning for most shipments to have made it docked.
"I'll be there as-" Clark stopped as he heard the noise of a gunshot. He dropped the phone into the cradle and hurried out of the bullpen.
"Kent, where are you going?" Perry yelled.
"Lois needs me on a story!"
Perry said nothing. He rarely did when it was his two-star reporters.
Instead of going down the stairs like he normally did, he went up, leaving the roof as Superman.
Clark listened for Lois' heartbeat, and he zeroed in on where she was. It was erratic, like it was when she was scared.
Only when Clark landed she was standing there with a recorder in her hand. She hit the play button, and the sound of a gun going off played.
"Clark," Lois said.
"How?"
"I'm not stupid, but you do pretty good at covering. The whole small-town boy who was hardened by Gotham but still good at heart is a good cover. You just overplayed a few things around me when we were working on stories. There was also when you met Bruce Wayne last week. Even the background of covering him as much as you did, doesn't account for the allergy that no one knows he has. Superman would know that Batman did. Or I assume so."
"Bruce is going to be pissed."
"Oh, he knows that I know who he is. I've made the promise to never tell anyone about it, and I'll hold your secret as well. For a price."
"And that price is?" Clark wasn't sure what the price was.
"A date."
"With Superman or Clark?"
"Clark, he's the more interesting person."
Clark swallowed as he wasn't sure about this. He hadn't really dated in a long time. He made a show of it in Gotham for the gossip rags that even followed him around. He wasn't sure that dating someone he worked with was a good idea. Of course, that never stopped the gossip that Batman and Superman were doing the dirty in bed after teaming up. Clark never understood that.
"What's that face?"
"Just thinking about Gossip about myself and Batman."
Lois laughed at that. She shook her head but slipped the recorder into her pocket. "Why don't you go and change? We can get lunch and discuss our terms."
---
"Clark," Lois said as she looked at the stick in her hand. It was impossible. Despite not knowing how the genetics would work and if they were compatible at all, they still took precautions. Lois tracked her cycle like crazy, and Clark was zealous about condoms. They weren't even living together!
"Lois?" Clark asked. He opened the door to the bathroom.
Lois looked at him. She could tell the stick in her hand meant nothing to him. His gaze darted around the room and settled on the box.
"Are you?"
"It says I am. I need to go and get other tests done."
"Okay, I'll get your coat. You get dressed in something a little more appropriate for going to the doctor."
Lois looked down. They were in a hotel room, having a fun little weekend for themselves after another story broke. There hadn't been much of anything between them for weeks, focused on their story every single second they could, along with Clark slipping away to save people. So Lois was just dressed in a bit of silk that Clark had bought her a few weeks before.
"Hold on," Lois said, and she reached out for Clark.
"Are you okay?"
"It's just...I came in here to get ready to slide on top of you while you were still in bed. You looked so good lying there. I think I want to do that. It's not going to change a blood test. I want to feel good before we head out. I need to shower anyway."
"Okay."
Clark stepped up between her legs, and he tipped her head up to look him in the face. He smiled down at her. "Whatever this test tells us, I'm going nowhere, Lois. I will not leave you behind in this. That's not the kind of man my fathers raised me to be."
Lois stood up, pushing Clark back a little bit to allow her to stand. She waited for the kiss before she started to move them. As much as she wanted to straddle him in the bedroom area, she wanted to just feel him. Lois was the reason they had been going so slow. Clark would have moved in with her months ago, but she had been worried that he would just leave her. There was a lot of her life she was worried about, at least the personal side. Love hadn't been something she focused on.
Once they were away from the toilet, Lois turned them as they kissed. When she backed herself into the counter, Clark moved with ease and picked her up to set her down on it. Much like her, he was in barely any clothes, and even though the curtains were shut in the room, it was hard-pressed to get him to go naked anywhere but the bathroom. Even when at Lois' place, he took clothes to the bathroom to change into after a shower.
"Let me get stuff."
"No. We don't need it."
"Lois, you might not be pregnant, and I would rather be safe than sorry."
The care that Clark took always took her breath away. She nodded and let him go to get a condom. She felt like they were on the edge of something, and she didn't know what it would be on the other side but with Clark at her side, they could face anything.
Clark came back into the room, and he had a condom in his fingers but still had his underwear on. He shut the door, and only then did he shed them.
"Sometimes I miss the man you tried to show yourself off when coming from Gotham, then I remember that this is the real you, and that goes away."
Lois wrapped her arms around Clark as he stepped up between her legs. She had no underwear on and was just wearing the teddy. Other than the condom, there was nothing that needed to be taken off or put on. Clark didn't take the teddy off but let his hands run over it as they kissed. The feel of the material on her body had always been good, but there was something about Clark's hands with no calluses and hidden strength behind them that made Lois feel so cherished.
"Step back," Lois said as Clark worked his underwear off.
Clark looked confused, but he stepped back before smiling as Lois slipped off the count and got to her knees.
Lois had never thought she would care too much about the size of her lover's cock as long as it wasn't tiny. Clark was anything but tiny. Lois kissed the head of his cock before she licked up the underside.
Clark tangled his fingers into her hair, holding on as Lois worked her mouth up and down the cock. This was one of the things they didn't often do, as Lois was too tired for a lot of foreplay. There would be a lot of tiredness in her future as, despite just taking an over-the-counter test, she was sure she was pregnant.
"How about you come up here?" Clark asked a few minutes into it. He ripped open the condom.
Lois reached up to take it from him, and she rolled it down his cock before getting up off her knees. Clark wasn't being playful anymore. His eyes were a little wild, and he barely got her on the counter before he filled her up. He tucked his head into her neck and inhaled. Lois held him tight as he shuddered through whatever he was going through.
"Clark?"
"Your scent. I thought it was just a diet change as you have been eating differently, but I think...I think you are pregnant."
"Then take it off," Lois said. She reached down to help get the condom off him. "It's not like it did its job."
Clark laughed and pushed back inside of her. He did it so achingly slow, as if he was enjoying it so much more without the condom. He felt a little hotter, but he was always running so much hotter than she was. It felt so much different, and yet at the same time, it didn't. Sex with Clark was something she had enjoyed more than sex with anyone else she had ever had.
"Wrap your legs around me," Clark said.
Lois did as much as she could and wasn't shocked when Clark stepped back, carrying her over to the wall and pressing her to it. It was one of his favorite positions and lately had been one she had enjoyed more than she normally did. She wasn't sure why, and there was probably a deep psychological reason, but in the end, It always felt like Clark was all around her. Lois came with a cry, muffling the sound in Clark's neck as much as possible to not give anyone a free show.
"Marry me," Lois said as she felt Clark's body tense in orgasm.
Clark said nothing and moved them to the bed, laying down with her on top of him. He looked at her for a few seconds.
"Did you just propose to me when I was in the middle of orgasm?"
"Yes. I did. I'll do it again if you want."
"No. I know my answer. I've known my answer for a while; I've just waited for you to be ready. I have one question before I give you my answer. Are you doing this because you are pregnant?"
"No, I am doing it because I love you and am not afraid anymore. I'm not afraid of being with you. Staring at the pregnancy test made me realize that a family with you isn't the worst thing in the world."
"It's not?" Clark smiled.
Lois poked at Clark's chest before she settled on him a little more.
"So?" Lois asked.
"Yes. It's yes, as you well know, Miss Lane."
Lois gave him a smile, and she waited to see if he did anything else.
"Go shower, and we can get the rest of it taken care of. I'll shower after you, and you can make the appointment. We will be getting you something to eat beforehand. You need to keep up what you can with eating at a good interval, and maybe you will not have too many issues if morning sickness hits."
Lois hadn't thought about that. A few things had been smelling weird to her for two weeks. Looking back, she saw a lot of signs about what was happening, but she hadn't paid any attention. It wasn't good as normally she did pay attention to her body more.
"We will have to see about doing something to see if there is something in your semen that invalidates condoms."
"Lois." Clark sighed and dropped his head back to the bed. He glared at her.
"What? We need to know."
"I'm not giving that to your father."
"I'll ask him when we tell him who you are. I cannot keep this from him since we are getting married. I do not want to be kept from you if you are injured."
Clark nodded in agreement. "Just think this all started because you couldn't look away after I ordered my drink."
Lois slapped Clark on the chest, and she leaned over him. "I did no such thing."
"You did too."
Lois stuck her tongue out at Clark, and he stuck his out back at her. It was simple things like that which made Lois fall in love with him. This kind of thing was the thing that would make the future with him so much better.