Hello, Comic Readers!
The Characters of Superman, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, etc. are properties of DC Comics and Time Warner Entertainment. They are used without permission.
This story is very sexually explicit, and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of eighteen.
This story hypothesizes what it was like for Clark and Lois’ first time. I don’t remember if the comics ever addressed this, but this is my take on the event, using several events from the Action Comics and Superman Storyline, including the Death of Superman and Reign of the Supermen.
The dialogue at the end is taken from Superman # 81, by Dan Jurgens, and Adventures of Superman # 505, by Karl Kessel and Tom Grummet.
For reference this story takes place shortly after the “Time After Time” event in Superman Comics.
The rain came down in long blasting sheets, and Lois Lane stared out the window, fascinated by the flashes of lighting that danced back and forth across the sky. A night like this was when Clark had first revealed he was Superman, only a few months ago. She smiled to herself when she thought of that night. The Silver Banshee had attacked at the beginning, and she had spent the whole entire time in the dark waiting for him, wondering what in the world the Silver Banshee wanted with her fiancee. She found out soon enough, as Clark had returned to the apartment and taken her in his arms.
Gently he had removed his shirt, and for a second she thought he might be engaging in some form of foreplay…..She smiled at that thought.
Lois loved Clark, deeply and fully, and knew that they were destined to be together. Yet in all the time they had spent together, all the hours they spent in his apartment or hers, holding each other, they had never experienced each other physically. And God, how she wanted to experience Clark physically. They had both made a somewhat half hearted promise (she knew it was half hearted on her side, and was almost positive on his) to remain non-sexually active until they were…..ready. But God again, how much she felt ready! Elroy stood by her ankles, and purred. She lifted him up and petted him absently, wondering what natural disaster Clark was engaged with now. She walked back from the window, sighing. Whatever it was, she figured he’d probably be late for dinner. Again.
She smiled as she picked up a photo on her the side table of her and Clark, taken on one of her first encounters with him in his Superman role. He had his arms on her shoulder, she had coyly wrapped an arm around his hip.
(God, how much she wished she could have sunk that hand just a little bit lower, cupping those skin tight pants right in the middle of that cute little red pouch he wore, and then…).
Lois bit her lip. She looked closer at the photo, and then sighed. Of course it was obvious…the curve of his nose, the prominence of his jaw, even the little dimples she constantly teased him about….they were all there. She would be really angry with Clark if she had thought he was laughing at her blindness for all that time. But she knew him better. It had hurt him really deeply to keep his secret from her….so much so that he had debated long and hard about asking her to marry him, especially when he knew what she would be getting into. He loved her so deeply it sometimes frightened her the way he looked at her in the News Room for long periods of time, his hands hovering over the keyboard, and no matter what, it always made her blush. Clark, the corn fed boy from Kansas, made the big hotshot star reporter from the city blush. And every time she wore a new dress, or wore her dark brown hair differently, he was always noticing. She knew several thousand women who would kill for a man like that.
Lois’ eyes flashed to a second, smaller, more intimate portrait of she and Clark together, at a company picnic. He had leaned in closer in this photo, his steely cheek pressed to hers, but never roughly, that wasn’t Clark’s style. And for some reason, he looked much happier in that photograph. She had asked Clark about the difference in the photographs, and he responded softly that in the first, he had been nervous and flustered. In the second one, he had purely happy to be with her the way he wanted to be. That earned him a double smooch on his cheek.
But try as she might to think lovely thoughts, a part of her yearned for so much more from him. He had an amazing body, she knew that for a fact. And as she looked at herself in the mirror, she guessed rather moderately what it was that Clark desired about her. She had asked him once, during the umpteenth screening of To Kill a Mockingbird, his favorite movie, what part of her he loved the best. He smiled and tried to duck the issue, but she persisted. No Lane in her family had ever been accused of non persistance. Finally he cupped his hand underneath her chin, and looked deep into her eyes with his own, measuring their fullness lovingly.
He pointed to her shimmering baby blues, and said softly…”All of you.”
It wasn’t much of an answer, but to her, it was perfect. But still, she examined herself in her mirror. What was it that Clark liked best? He definitely loved her (God knows he’d spent the last few years proving it over and over again) but he could especially desire a part of her.
Her hair? She wore it long these days, in a deep and sweeping brown mane that hung over her shoulders and laced up into thick luscious locks just over the swell of her back.
Her legs? She worked out quite often, so there really wasn’t an ounce of fat on her, and she had to admit she didn’t need to wear panty hose. She had caught Clark staring at her legs while she typed, running his eyes up and down their long white silky lengths. He had gulped and readjusted his glasses in that cute and, she had to admit, downright sexy way he had whenever he was caught.
Her lips? They were full and red, with just a hint of pout to them; another trait she had picked up from her father that had worked to her benefit. Her eyes stared down at the more sensual elements of her body.
Her breasts? Granted, Clark still had yet to her in the nude, but from the skin tight blouses that she sometimes wore to the chest hugging afghans she appreciated on their candle lit dinners, they gave off their large dimensions rather well. Her breasts were quite large enough, thank you very much. She might not be Wonder Woman, but she certainly had a good deal.
Her bottom? She shifted in the mirror to look around at what she considered to be a tight enough package. The skirts she usually wore hugged her taut cheeks rather well, and the trademark swing of her hips that had become legendary showed off her lower regions rather nicely.
Her eyes? They were full and blue as a summer sky, rounded and full of wonder and curiosity. He had once told her that he could lose himself in her eyes for hours on end. She had blushed (again, damn him with making her blush so often!) and told him he wasn’t such a bad package himself.
She reached for her ears, considering, and then realized she was no longer alone in the apartment.
Lois spun around. Clark sat on the windowsill, his hair sopping, his uniform soaked through and through, his cape once again in tatters. He was grinning broadly as he watched her.
She walked away from the mirror, suddenly self-conscious. He grinned.
“I can’t blame you for checking out the view, Lois. I do it every day, and I have to say, it’s breathtaking.”
Damnit, he was doing it again! She thought as she felt the blood rush to her cheeks.
“What happened to you, Clark?”
He shook his head. “Flood, fire, famine. I’m bushed, Lois.” He started to look guilty.
“I’m sorry I’m late.”
Lois couldn’t help but shake her head. He could save millions of lives, do a ton of good, and still bad about being an hour late to a small intimate dinner. He really was an incredible man.
“Don’t sweat it, Clark. It’s not like I actually cooked, or anything.”
His eyes dropped in shame to the floor and suddenly she couldn’t tease him anymore. She rushed over to him and cupped his sopping head to her bosom.
“Oh, Clark, it’s okay. Really. I really don’t mind.”
He looked up into her eyes, still looking full of shame. She reached down and kissed him full on the lips, and at that extra warm touch they both melted into each other, his massive arms coming together around and crushing her into his body, his mouth soft and yielding against her embrace. She kissed him even tighter, the love she felt for this man aching to be released as she caressed the inside of his mouth with her tongue. He met her warm advances within his mouth with his own tongue, his mouth yearning deeply for her touch, her warmth, and her feel. Lois continued to kiss him long and hard, until she realized how soaked her blouse was from soaking up the moisture of his uniform.
“Clark!” she squealed, pushing back from him.
He grinned, shamefaced. “I uh, I’m sorry…uh....about that…uh, hum.” He was staring at her chest with a slightly mesmerized expression on his face, and suddenly she realized why. In that lock of incredible passion, she had become so aroused that her nipples had begun to harden, and with the extra sense of the wet cloth against her skin, they had hardened to darts, and now stood out prominently against the fabric of her shirt. She grinned.
“You like that, Clark Kent?”
The flushed Superman gulped. “I…..I have to say, Miss Lane, that I…..certainly don’t have a problem with….that.” If anything, he became even more flushed as he tried to tear his eyes from her.
“Um, Lois?”
She came towards him, and laid a single hand on his soaked chest. The warm feel of her hand against his body made him shudder slightly. She came closer, teasingly, her hands now wrapping around his neck.
“Yes, Clark?” she whispered, her face only inches from his.
“Can I, uh, you know, use your shower? I’m kind of downright nasty right now.”
She smiled. “Want some help?” she said suggestively, and before he knew what she was doing, her hips lightly pressed against his, a slight grinding that felt absolutely incredible. Clark could feel himself stirring beneath the lycra, and gulped again.
“Well, I mean, I really, think that we should….um, you know…” he stammered, the world’s greatest super hero at a loss for words. Reluctantly she slid out of his arms.
“Go ahead, Clark.” She smiled softly, and beckoned him to the bathroom. He took the initiative and moved down the hallway, closing the door behind him.
Lois sighed. No matter how many times she saw it, that retreating backside of his left her weak in the knees. Then she realized the state of her clothes, and sighed again. Now she was going to have to get changed again. How much she wished she could leave her clothes off and just surprise him as he stepped out of the shower. She actually felt herself aroused at the idea, and started down the hallway. Halfway down she stopped. No. They had promised to wait. She moved deftly into the bedroom and stripped off her shirt, and then made a move to remove her bra.
Clark stood in the bathroom, the door shut behind him. It had been all he had in self-control not to grasp her between his arms, and proceed roughly to other matters. God, that body, those eyes, those….breasts…..
He waved the water out of his eyes as it slightly stung him, and then realized it was sweat. He stripped off his cape first, looking at the state in some dismay. His mother was going to have a huge cow. He went through more capes than any other super hero he knew. He wondered dimly what Bruce used in his capes, and decided he probably didn’t want to know.
He pulled the skintight shirt that bore the proud letter S-shield on it up his stomach, revealing a rippling frame in the mirror. He paused to check himself out in the mirror, just for the heck of it. What he saw impressed him. He was in great condition, his stomach chiseled, his pectorals firmly nuzzled against his skin. The trademark spit curl hung down over his forehead, and he pushed it back. He had never really liked the thing that his hair did there, but for some reason Lois loved it, and that was the only reason he kept it. Then he was pulling down his pants, unsheathing a rather massive erection. He stared down at his hardened cock for a moment, and sighed. God, he wanted to make love to Lois, and this was a sore sign that he desperately craved it. He shook his head. No. They had promised to wait. And he would sooner die than violate a wish of Lois’. He knew that she had said they should wait, and he had agreed, albeit halfheartedly. He took his rigidity in his hands.
Probably another mission for super-palm. Ah well, that was what the shower was for.
Clark reached for a towel from the rack, and wrapped it around his form, momentarily hiding his desire. He turned on the shower, feeling the hot water shoot out of the nozzle. It didn’t matter what the temperature was, but even as superhuman as he was, a hot shower still had its more sensuous aspects on his skin, and he appreciated it as much as a human did. He looked down in the soap basin, and sighed again. Lois had forgotten to refill the basin again. He looked around the bathroom, and then shrugged. She kept extra soap in the linen closet just outside the bathroom door, right across from the bedroom. He stepped towards the door and opened it. The cold air hit him and he momentarily felt his cock become flaccid again. Then he was stepping through the door. As he did this, he glanced into the bedroom, and stopped short, completely and totally mesmerized.
Lois had her back to him, and she was just in the process of removing her bra. He watched in wonder as she slipped the white frilly lace lingerie from her shoulders, and suddenly he could see the sides of her large breasts between the uplifted arms. They hung there perfectly; twin rounded globes of exquisite flesh, accentuated by the total perfection of her back. A soft deep line extended from the base of her neck to the edge of her jeans. He found himself dazed as he watched her place her hands, and then slip out of them, drawing them down those long, luscious legs, and bending slightly over, so he could see those delicious rounded buttocks pressed tightly up against her slim white panties. They were absolutely incredible, every ounce of her was perfect, and he felt his cock shoot back to full arousal underneath the towel.
He gasped, and she jumped and spun around, her breasts bouncing to and fro with the sudden movement, looking utterly delectable. She shared his gasp, and her hands went to her breasts. He felt utter embarrassment, and yet disappointment as she covered the full red circles of her nipples with nimble hands.
“Clark! What…..what are you….oh….”
He followed her gaze. It seemed that his cock, in its need and desire, had poked right through his towel, and suddenly whapped him in the navel. She was staring at his erection with a mixture of amazement and desire, and he quickly tucked it back into his towel.
“I’m…..I’m…sorry, Lois….I really, really, really am….I just….wanted to get some soap….” He turned to the linen closet, and at super speed opened and closed the door, a bar of soap in his hand. He stared at her body one last time.
“I’ll….take my, um, shower….now…” and then he zipped back into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror, his chest heaving heavily, his face bright red. He raised a hand to his forehead and slapped it. She had looked so incredible, and so much of him had wanted to say the hell with it and jump her body right there. He shook his head, and jumped into the shower, pulling the towel from his frame and shutting the shower curtain. A quick shower, he thought feverishly, and then he would go out there and apologize profusely to her. He knew they were engaged, but still, he had promised….
But the look of her skin…..her breasts….My God, those beautiful breasts…..
He jumped slightly again. The bathroom door was opening. He could make out her form against the shower screen.
“Clark.” Her voice was soft, and strange.
“I’m….taking that shower now, Lois. I’ll be out in a minute…” he said, and then slapped himself again. God, what a super idiot. Then he was triply shocked as the shower curtain slid back.
Lois stood there, staring at him. His fiancee was completely and totally naked, and any doubts he might have had about her complete and total beauty were dashed as his eyes followed down her body. Over her face, her shoulders, her naked, beautiful breasts that swayed slightly, her frank and tender navel that was the jewel the poets wept, and then a dark and even triangle of hair that stood above her most sacred of places. Her thighs quivered as she stared back at him, his flesh completely and totally pink under the water’s hot splashes. Then she was stepping into the tub with him.
“Clark.” She looked deep into his eyes, and wrapped her arms around his body. He returned the favor.
“Make love to me now, Clark.” Her eyes begged him.
“But…..the promise…” he stammered.
“To hell with the promise, Clark.” She reached down and grasped him between her fingers. Her hand tightened with each word. “I want you…here…and now.”
His lips crushed against hers as he let his hands fly up and down her back. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and he frenched her wildly. Her hands left his cock and worked their way around his wet, slick body, one to cup his wonderful hair at the back of his head and pull him closer to her, the other to reach around and grasp his taut butt cheeks in an iron grip, her fingers gripping the steely flesh and kneading it together. Her tongue worked over his mouth like a wild worm, darting in and out of his moistened folds, exploring all around within his mouth and loving every minute of it. She broke away from him, panting.
She smiled up at him, and he smiled back, radiantly.
“Let me wash you, Clark.” He nodded obediently as she picked up the wash cloth, gently rubbing the bar of soap into the soaked folds of cloth, creating a creamy lather. Then her hand wrapped itself in the washcloth, and she began to work it over his body. Starting first with his massive shoulders, he sighed happily as her hands worked over and over his flesh, rubbing deep into his chest, creating a small film of lather on his stomach. His knees juddered as her hands reached his pelvis and he went weak when her hands crept up the inner sides of his thighs. Then Lois’ hands were clenched through the cloth around his cock, and she began to rub lightly. The sense of pleasure was like lightning as it flashed through his stem. Lois cupped his balls softly and teased each one with the cloth, running her finger over the soaked hair above his stem. Then her hands crept down his leg, and she was on her knees in front of him. She lifted each leg and washed each foot over and over, removing the dirt from between each toe, until he sparkled with the scrubbing. Her hands moved back up his body and lightly paused again on his cock.
Smiling she looked back up into his eyes.
“Turn around. “ she said in the same soft, commanding voice. He turned for her, and felt her hands working along his back, rubbing the ridge of his spine with much force. Then her hands worked lower, to his hips, and then finally her hands massaged his butt cheeks over and over. She gasped at the feel, and suddenly he noticed the wash cloth fall away to the floor as she continued to rub the naked cheeks together over and over with her hands, loving their fullness in her grasp. She reached for the washcloth and reached up for his ears, rubbing the cloth over and over his lobes. Then she was turning him around again.
“Now, you’re clean, Clark. Now make all of my dreams come true, babe.”
He crushed to his body again, and his tongue slid into her mouth this time. His hands worked their way over her body, over her back, her stomach, and finally her breast filled his eager fingers. He began to do his own massaging as he mashed the meaty white globes together over and over, forming the think line of her cleavage in his fingers, marveling at their firmness. Her nipples rubbed against his palm mercilessly and he worked them between his fingers, pinching the protrusions with slight force, and she cried out in ecstasy in his mouth, and grasped his cock again. Then Clark was lifting her, reaching behind him to turn off the water. She made no move as he swept her into his arms; she was as light as a feather. Her lips never left his, as he carried her from the bathroom into the bedroom, her hand never leaving his cock as they walked to the bed. Clark lay her down on the down soft bedspread, gliding on top of her, slightly crushing her breasts against his own rock hard chest as he lovingly fondled her buttocks in his hands. She began to writhe against him in preparation, and he felt her gorged lips slide back and forth over his inner thigh, the slight of her hairy delta tickling his cock. Lois breathed heavy into his mouth, and broke away, a small bead of their mixed juices still attached to her lip. She wiped it away with her tongue, and then looked deep into his eyes.
“Please, Clark, my love. Please give me pleasure.”
He nodded eagerly, and began to work his tongue over her neck, his hand already moving a lazy tracing pattern from her bottom to her thigh, and then in between. Lois gasped as he cupped her lips between his fingers, the tips searching out the soaked slit of her, already wet with her own lubrication. She cried out softly as the fingertips entered her, exploring her depths with their beloved softness. Clark began to pump his fingers in and out of her, and her hips began to move with his rhythm. He raised his head slightly from her neck, until his tongue was even with ear.
“That kind of pleasure, my love?’
Lois nodded emphatically, and he began to kiss down her body. He rained his tongue over her jawline, her neck, her shoulder bone, and then his lips brushed over her breasts. Her hands reached up and pressed his face in between the large line of her cleavage.
“Lick me there, babe. “
Clark nodded his tongue up and down over the juddering flesh, taking in every acre of her full white bosoms into his mouth, his tongue lapping steadily at any exposed bust. She moaned softly and began to buck her chest over his lips, mashing his nose deep into the center of her breast, the exterior giving way slightly so his teeth sunk into the spongy flesh. Clark reached her nipple, and took it between his lips, sucking deliciously. She loved that feeling, and cupped her hand around the breast his face was on, offering more for him to suck. He filled his mouth with her breast, and then began to perform a terrific pressure on the firm round skin, sending waves of ecstasy up through her chest. His fingers rode faster and faster within her. Until finally, the twin grinding of her nipple between his teeth and friction provided by his fingers over her ever contracting walls forced the first, raging orgasm up through her canal and over his palm.
Lois screamed and bucked her hips triumphantly over his ever-moving hand, calling out his name.
“Claaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.”
Her spending was thick and juicy, and he lifted his head from her breast and took his honey-dipped fingers to his mouth. The tangy taste of her drove him wild, and he began making laps down to her delta, stopping only once to admire the perfection of her nipple. Clark’s tongue darted in and out and he chomped on her belly, drawing slight giggles from Lois, who petted her hand in his wet hair, and moved her stomach up and down with her laughs. Then he reached her folds. The juices of her previous orgasm still seeped strongly from her, and the smell was intoxicating. His tongue moved lightly over the exposed lips at first, probing, searching out the spots that would give her the most pleasure. Lois moaned again, and began to lightly buck her body against his jaw. His tongue began its initial penetration, and this drew high-pitched squeals of joy, not unlike that of a schoolgirl, from her lips. Clark’s full tongue was diving deep into her, and her body writhed just as much as his invasive tongue writhed against the walls of her slit. He lapped the contracting folds of flesh, driving her insane with pleasure. Her bottom bumped lightly against his jaw, and at that extra feeling, he began to eat her out with a ferocity that tantalized her very chords. Lois writhed over and over his shivering tongue, until finally she could stand no more invasion and allowed her hips to thrust one final time in violence as she came again, this time spraying the back of his throat with her juices, filling his mouth and caressing his tongue in a cascade. He loved the taste of her and commanded wave after wave of pleasure to shoot through her hips, stimulating every pleasure center in her body. Even the tips of her toes tingled with the after shocks of the orgasm.
Lois lay back on the bed, unaware that during his ministrations to her canal, she had arched forward, hunching up on her elbows. Clark rolled up her body with his tongue, stopping only briefly to reclaim her breasts in his mouth, chomping her flesh greedily between his teeth. Then his lips returned to hers, and he shared a long and passionate kiss with her, her tongue searching out her own taste within the wet slick folds of his mouth.
He broke away and took her head in his hand. “How was that, my love?”
She was still panting heavily. “That was…just…super, Clark. “ As she regained her breath, her eyes gleamed wickedly.
“Now it’s your turn, Superman. Prepare to meet your doom at the threat of my… super vacuum.”
Clark laughed as she turned him over, and slid down his body, the moisture from the shower allowing her skin a slick and easy slide down his own drenched skin. Lois took his cock in her hands, lovingly jerking it’s rigidity up and down, her face clenched in a slightly evil sneer of lust. He yelled out sharply as he felt her slip the stem in between her lips. Then her lips came off and she was lapping the length of him with her tongue, enjoying the long and meaty taste of him. She lolled her tongue down around his balls, and gnashed her teeth over each one, grinding them so sharply that she was actually biting him. Any other man would have split in two, but he merely grunted in extreme pleasure. Lois’ lips returned to his cock, bathing his long hot stem in her spit, as she lathered over and over his meat, licking and chewing her long meal over and over.
Just as his fingers found a rhythm, so did her head as she bobbed up and down over his crotch. He grasped her long brown hair in his hands and needled it in between his fingers. The freely sweating super hero began to gently rock her head up and down over his cock, following her rhythm, and then gently pushing her to massage his cock faster and faster. Her lips flew up and down the stem with the speed of light, until finally he could feel the buildup within his balls.
“Loooois, my god, I can feel it, my love, I can feel it drawing up inside me…”
She responded with a deeper sucking, taking his cock head to the back of her throat and deep-throating him, sucking down his meat with a terrific pressure. Suddenly he bucked his hips against her lips sharply, and all of a sudden all of him was inside her mouth as her lips lightly touched the fur at the base of his stem. The warm creamy goodness of his orgasm shot up through him and into long white streams down her throat. Lois’ jaw muscles worked obediently, taking in the delicious meal of him and sucking him dry, leaving not a drop left to fall from her come slated slips. He slipped his cock out of her mouth, the ridge still pulsing with the after effects of his orgasm. His eyes were clenched firmly shut with the release.
Neither as Clark nor Superman……He had never felt anything like that before.
Lois slid back up his frame, his slightly flaccid piece back in her palm as she worked him back to a full erection.
“How was that, Clark?”
He touched her lips lovingly with his fingers, and she sucked them deeply into her mouth, licking the tips with her tongue.
“That was…..I’ve never felt…it was so…I love you, Lois.”
He searched for the right words, but all he could say was his one true feeling.
She moved his fingers from his mouth and sighed happily. “I love you too, Clark.”
Her hand firmly clenched his cock, and began to bounce back to full hardness. Lois lay down next to him and offered her loins to his palm again, guiding him on top of her with her other hand, his cock now firmly positioned just along the line of her loins.
“Now come into me, my love, before I die of longing.”
Clark nodded and bent forward, pooling strength at the base of his spine, his buttocks tightening with preparation. Then he was thrusting forward, his cock pricking deep, deep into her tight recesses.
“Oooh, dear God!”, Lois screamed and bucked wildly against the intrusion, banging her hips against his.
He began to thrust again and again, riding her wild form, trying to match the chaotic rhythm of her passion. She began to slow as the initial waves of pleasure of his entry began to fade, to be replaced by the slow but delicious sensation of his meat grinding against her walls. She began to wrap her legs around his thighs, pulling him deeper into her, and crying softly as each inch poured down into her very being. His balls lightly banged away against her ass cheeks, billowing them out with the slight force of his gestures.
Lois pulled his face down to hers and twined her tongue with his, locking their mouths together in an unending embrace, making soft little whining sounds of satisfaction to let him know that this was good, and everything he could do and did was right.
Clark responded with his own whimpers of satisfaction, and he began to buck his taut hips against her faster and faster, pumping deeper into her very soul, until he was pumping into her with a fury that surprised them both. Her hips rose to meet his, and the soft flesh created loud slapping sounds as it met each other, that reverberated throughout the bedroom. Then his jaw broke from hers and he was arching his back, his buttocks rock tight as he pounded her body with all of his seeming might, and her eyes clenched shut as she felt that final white orgasm begin to shoot through them both.
“Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh, Clark!”
And suddenly they were coming, his hot white seed burning down into her canal and then slightly brimming over her lips to caress the sides of her thighs. Lois’ come shot out of her and down either partner’s legs, mixing with the water and making the wet repeating slapping sounds that much louder. He plowed her with a few final thrusts to release them both of the final throes of passion, her hips still meeting his, until he collapsed on top of her, kissing her deeply, fully on the mouth. She responded desperately to his lips with her own, crushing herself into the folds of his arms, loving every moment of him and hoping against hope it would never end.
Finally. It did. He fell off of her, his cock slipping from her, still gorged with her hot inner juices. She sighed deeply and lay her head on his rapidly rising and falling chest. His hand reached for her hair and began to run through it over and over, teasing the long dark locks with his fingertips. She leaned over a bit and kissed his chest lightly, and he wrapped his legs with hers, bonding them. They lay there for the longest time, holding each other, not saying a word, until their pants died to regular breathing. Then she rolled forward until she could perch her arms on his chest, and lay on top of him. He smiled up at her as she rested her chin on her arms, looking deeply into his eyes.
“Are….are you sorry we didn’t wait, Clark?” Her eyes looked wide and innocent, and yet still so mysterious to him, that he found himself getting lost in their twin blue seas.
“Lois, “ he began, and then stopped. She needed to know this; she deserved to know it.
“Lois, in all my life, I have never loved anyone more deeply, more completely, and more passionately than I love you. Every moment of you, with you is pure bliss. You are perfection to me. And every moment I can be intimate with you is the greatest feeling in anything. “ He cupped her chin with his hand.
“You were beautiful, and incredible. I’ve never, ever felt something like that before. And it was the greatest feeling I’ve ever had. You were perfect, my love.”
She smiled. “Thank you for that Clark.”
He nodded softly, and then coughed into his fist. “So, uh, by the way…”
She laughed lightly, her laughter like music in his ears. “It was indescribable, Clark. At the height of it, when we climaxed, I felt more alive, more joined to you than I ever have before. You really are a super, super man. I love every bit of you, and I’m so glad we did this. It was………it was like bathing in joy…..You are my joy Clark. And you always will be.”
He kissed her deeply, tenderly on the lips. “You know what part of you I love best, Lois?”
She looked into eyes, waiting. “What?” she said softly.
He smiled. “All of you.”
She snuggled up against him. She felt his lips against her one final time, whispering in her ear.
“Remember, Lois, no matter what happens, I will always love you. Always.”
She whispered in response to his neck. “And I will love you, Clark. Always.”
He held her for a long, long time after they had finished. Then they silently got up and dressed each other, and went into the kitchen.
Their night consisted of increased bouts of lovemaking and eating cold leftovers from Lois’ fridge.
A year later:
Lois stood with her back to the man in the black suit and silver S-shield, her eyes misty with pain. Deep down inside her she wanted to believe it was really Clark, but after the months of waiting and despair after his apparent death at the hands of Doomsday, she could no longer be sure.
“I can’t believe I’m even listening to you! After all the others…. I just don’t know who to believe!”
Her eyes wandered out to the loading dock, where the Steel man and the boy clone stood.
The man reached for her softly, even as she turned from his grasp.
“Did the others remind you of the time I gave you Ma’s engagement ring?”
She shuddered slightly. “No. Please…don’t”
He hated to see his word hurt her, but he needed her to know so badly.
“Did they tell you about the time I admitted being Clark? Or the time we flew to the mountains to talk?
His voice dropped lower, more intimate. He hated to bring this up. His came out in a bare whisper.
“Or about that rainy night in July when we first….”
“No!” She responded loudly, more loudly than she intended. That was the most sacred moment they had shared. Could he be….?
“You…you died! “ she began haltingly. “ I held you in my arms when it happened. “ The tears flowed freely now from her cool eyes and down her cheeks.
“People….even Superman….Can’t come back from the dead!”
“I’m so confused, “ She went on, turning away again. “ You know certain things….But so did the others! How am I supposed to be sure?” She sobbed silently.
The man could no longer stay away. He reached for her, and despite her alarm, she felt something right in his grasp. He pressed his face closer to hers.
“I…don’t understand this any more than you do…” he began, looking deep into her eyes, searching for the words. “All I know is that I’ve been through a massive trauma. The last thing I remember is Doomsday hitting me….” His voice melted into a whisper with his quiet need and desperation. His eyes pleaded deeply with her very soul.
“Lois, it’s me…..Just look at me.”
Lois looked deep into his eyes, and suddenly she felt her lips move to his, deeper and deeper, the longing finally giving in to the craving she felt throughout her whole body pressing her forward into his embrace. And just before his lips hit hers, he spoke the true words that made her believe with all her heart, all of her soul, all of her being.
“Just remember…no matter what happens...I’ll always love you. Always.”
Her eyes widened. They were the same words he had used right before he had left her to go to his final stand against Doomsday, and the words he had whispered to her. Long ago, after the first time they had made love, the most perfect moment between them. She felt herself fall completely into his embrace, and knew that against all odds, this was Clark. He had returned.
He broke from her, and turned silently to walk away.
She brushed her hand over her lips, the taste of him still there, still real.
Dimly, she called out to him.
“Clark?”
He left without a word. Later she learned he had gone to the remains of Coast City, to take down the Cyborg. But in her heart of hearts she prayed he’d return to her. He was after all, her greatest love. And he would love her, no matter what….always.
Three days later:
Lois awoke to the sound of tapping at her window. She looked up groggily, around the apparent sty her apartment had become.
“What?”
Before her, the TV buzzed with static.
“Huh? Oh…What time is it?”
Lois checked her watch. 6 am. She could barely believe it, slipping from beneath the deep purple comforter, her clothes from yesterday still sticking to her skin. She stood up, shaking the sleep out of her eyes, mere annoyance turning to anger as she approached the blind drawn window. Her hand went to the back of her neck, vainly trying to work the crick out of her spine.
“I’ll kill that bird,” she muttered, her fist clenching and unclenching in irritation.
“Finally fell asleep after days of trying to find out about Coast City, and worrying about….’
She reached for the blinds and drew them to catch the winged perpetrator in the act. The window was not filled with sunlight, but instead with a giant Red S shield. Her lips broke into a gasp.
“…..Clark….” She shoved the window open.
There wasn’t a doubt in her mind, as she dived into his arms, faster than a speeding bullet.
Lois’ lips pressed to his and she pulled him closer, kissing him, embracing him drawing him into her very being. He gave as good as he got, his hand sliding down her waist to her bottom, to support her whole body with his own. They hung there for the longest time, until she finally broke away and looked into his eyes, gasping for air.
“Whew! Been a while..” Then her hands reached over, and rifled through the new, long thick locks.
“I like the new hair.”
He smiled at her, and in that smile the world was reborn again.
Clark and Lois flew back into her apartment, and attempted to recreate that first magical night.
By all accounts, they exceeded it.