A silly little fic/fantasy!!
That Towel! Part 1/3
PG version (nFIC available)
Clark Kent answered his door wearing only a simple white bath towel. This wasn't the first time that had happened. Lois always did a serious double-take when she saw Clark, the "Hack from Nowheresville", naked from the waist up. Her growing attraction to her partner had clearly started to frustrate her. <Was he trying to taunt me with that perfect body? I mean, Superman looks great in that spandex, but there is nothing like bare, muscled flesh!>
The way she was feeling today, it would be impossible from this point on to concentrate on anything but his buff upper body. She was certain that his lower body was just as "buff"; there would be no "loose skin" down there! <So much for work, an opportunity like this doesn't happen that often>.
Throwing caution to the wind, she walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder. Clark's hormones kicked in and he felt a wave of electricity engulf his body. He felt himself react to Lois’ touch, much to his embarrassment.
"Clark, I don't know when you get time to work out," Lois said in a soft sexy voice. "I really like what I see and would like to see more," she continued, taking her hand and working it down his rippled abdomen. She paused at his waistline, where the towel was tightly wrapped.
Clark, flabbergasted, stammered, "Lois, we better get going. Thanks for the compliment – I think." He fled to the bedroom to change into his work clothes.
Lois, feeling as if she had been possessed, followed him and closed the door.
"Lois, what are you doing?" Clark had removed the towel. He turned away from her, showing her only his muscled buttocks.
"Taking off my clothes. Do you have a problem with that?" she purred. "It doesn't look like you do," she said, as a compliment.
"Lois…this isn't you. You're embarrassing me. I know you would never come on to a co-worker like this," argued Clark. "Let the moment pass. We'll both be glad for it."
Lois walked up to Clark and rubbed up against him. "Clark, you're the most attractive man I've ever seen. Can you honestly tell me that you want me to leave this room right now?" Lois took her hands and pulled Clark's head down to hers and kissed him. Her tongue wriggled inside his mouth and she felt him kiss her back.
"Lois, I've wanted this since the day we met," he whispered, "but I don't want you to have any regrets, or it to ruin our working relationship. Can you honestly tell me you won't feel uncomfortable if we do this now?"
"Clark, I know what I'm doing, and I *know* you're from "Nowheresville" now, because any other guy would have jumped at this invitation, and you're arguing with me. Don't you find me attractive?"
"Omigod, Lois, you're all I think about. You're all I've ever wanted," he said.
"Are you man or Superman? You *must* be from out of this world," she said, "because I've never been with a man as impressive-looking as you.”
Clark, never having really "been" with a woman like this before, could barely breathe. "Oh, Lo-is," he said, feeling like he was going to lose it any minute.
Lois stood up and moved them over to Clark's bed. "I have to experience this for myself," she said.
Clark had never been so turned on his life. He felt himself losing control. He wanted Lois to enjoy this as much as he was. "Lois, wait. I don't want to be selfish here."
He put his own needs aside for the moment and demonstrated to Lois what an unselfish lover he could be.
Clark held her in his arms afterwards and they gradually nodded off.
A cry for help stirred Clark from his sleep. There was a fire several blocks away, and the firefighters were unable to save several women and children trapped on the top floor.
Lois was lying in his arms, fast asleep, with the most angelic look on her face. What to do? Run off on the woman he loved and had just *made* love to, or stay and face his conscience later if he didn't save the fire victims?
Should he be lying to the woman he loved about being Superman?
Furthermore, did she *know* he was Superman already? She had made that crack about him being "out of this world", after all.
There was no choice. Secret, or no secret, he was "Superman". Saving people is what he did. Shame on him for even considering lying in bed with Lois versus saving lives.
He floated out of bed, and went to his closet to retrieve one of his suits. He left Lois a note next to the bed stating that he went to get Chinese, and he'd be right back.
He kissed Lois on the forehead before he left. Lois, unbeknownst to Clark, opened one eye and saw Superman streaking out of the room, thus confirming her recent suspicions.
<Well, it's a good thing that Clark *is* Superman, because if there was a man alive any better built than him, I'd have quite a choice to make now, wouldn't I?> Lois smiled to herself. <Better call Lex and cancel our date for tomorrow night. He definitely will *never* measure up to Clark!>
As she lay in bed, analyzing the situation, she realized that she could have a lot of fun with Clark, knowing that he was Superman. <He doesn't know that I know he's Superman! I wonder if he plans to tell me anytime soon. All those poor excuses he's made to disappear to become Superman. Hee hee. This is going to be FUN>.
TBC
