This is for Carol... who wanted to know what happened to Clark’s libido.
This is a fanfic based on the television show, Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman. No copyright infringement is intended. I’m borrowing these characters for a little fun and not for any profit. For a complete disclaimer, go to:
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Galactically Stupid - Part Six
By: ML Thompson <thomplaw@tbaytel.net>
March 2006
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(Deleted Scenes removed from the end of Virtually Destroyed)
Lois and Clark made their way into Jason Xavier’s Virtual Reality Center, each looking around carefully to ensure that the police had all left. They found Jimmy, alone in the lab, typing ferociously on a key board.
“So how’s it...” Clark cleared his throat nervously. “How’s it coming, Jimmy?”
Lois shot Clark a look, hoping Jimmy didn’t notice how nervous Clark was.
“Great. I just need...” Jimmy pressed a few more keys. “There!” he exclaimed pushing himself back from the keyboard. He turned to face them. “Not exactly good as new, but... almost.”
“So then...” said Lois, making her way over to the goggles and gloves in what she hoped looked like a casual manner. “...I could just put these on and...”
“You press this button and... Presto! You’d be back in the virtual world,” Jimmy said.
“Any luck at finding Jason?” Clark asked, stealing slightly heated glances at Lois.
“Nah. Wherever he is... he’s not in there.”
“Well, that’s tough luck.” Clark grasped the young man’s shoulder as he rose. “Listen, how about you head on home? We’ll just finish up in here and lock up behind us.”
“Hey, if you do that, I’ll be eternally grateful. I’ve got this date with Cindy tonight - that hot babe... uhh... woman,” he corrected when he caught Lois’ glare of disapproval, “down in accounting. Here’s the keys,” he said, tossing them to Clark. He hardly had time to grab his jacket before he found himself being escorted, rather forcefully from the room by Clark who locked the door behind him.
Turning, Clark rushed over to keyboard, typing in a few things before turning the keyboard slightly so that it could be seen from the launch pads.
“You sure this is going to work?” asked Lois.
Clark nodded, even as he slid on the gloves.
“But... couldn’t someone see us?”
“The doors are locked, Lois. No one will see us.”
“But...”
“Next stop... your apartment.” Putting on his glasses, he turned slightly, throwing an eraser towards the key board, easily hitting the necessary button.
“You sure this won’t trigger the curse,” asked Lois when she found herself in her bedroom with Clark inside the virtual world.
“Mmm hmm,” Clark responded, pulling her into his arms so that he could begin nibbling on her neck. “This is all in our minds.”
“Right. All in our minds.” Her hands made their way through his hair as his exploration continued, his lips, running down her throat to dip into the hollow right at the base. She moaned. “Oh, yes, Clark. Right there. Mmm... Clark, you’re sure we can get out of here?”
“Yeah, I kept the watch Jimmy gave Superman,” Clark said, completely distracted as his hands slipped up under Lois’ shirt.
“But, Clark, this just seems so...”
Clark pulled back slightly. “Lois, I think this whole scenario requires a little less talk and a lot more action.”
Lois giggled when she suddenly found herself sprawled across the bed. Clark removed his coat and pulled his shirt over his head before leaping onto the bed to join her.
His lips again descended on hers as the struggle continued to remove articles of clothing as quickly as possible. Their movements grew increasingly fevered as one piece of clothing after another fell to the floor. Skin pressed against skin. Hands explored bodies. Lips tasted and touched. Tongues tangled. Breathing grew increasingly heavy as they desperately sought to know each other’s bodies.
No words were spoken as they both sought much needed release for their increasingly growing frustration.
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“Oh no!” said the computer to an empty room. “Looks like there’s another incredible power surge coming and... yeaw!” Right on cue, sparks began jumping from the keyboard. There was a long moment of silence as the computer ran diagnostics. After a couple of minutes, it spoke again. “Lucky for me they can still get out because... I’m not sure I can stand much more of this mushy stuff. Who writes this crap anyway?”
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The End
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