Another Friday, another episode in the
MagiKal AU .
Love PotionThe moment she linked her arm with his, the clouds darkening his thoughts vanished. He was vaguely aware of Houdini leaning against him to offer his comfort and he was grateful for it.
The world started to spin around him as Lois pulled him a little closer. Every inch of skin she touched seemed to tingle with sensation.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered.
He turned to her and smiled. "Hey, it's fine. I know you lured me here to take part in the celebration. That means a lot to me and I'm glad you tricked me into coming."
His heart skipped a beat as he realized it was actually true. He'd meant to ease her mind, but as he looked around the newsroom he no longer felt out of place. Warmth flooded his chest as he remembered the cheers of his fellow reporters congratulating them on their front page article.
Perry wanted him to work here permanently. And just a moment ago he'd been devastated that he'd had to decline. But did it really matter? Didn't the offer show what he was able to accomplish despite his differences?
Clark was unable to hold himself back, he had to reach out and brush a strand of hair behind her ear. As he cupped Lois' cheek and ran his thumb along the tender skin, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her again.
Before he knew what was happening, hot and pliant lips were on his. The brush of her tongue sent him reeling as she demanded entrance to his mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her body flush against his.
His breath caught in his throat and warmth spread through his body. Clark felt like he was floating though he could still sense the slight pressure of the ground against his feet. The last time he'd kissed her like that, he'd been without his powers.
Now, however, his heightened senses multiplied the experience by what seemed like a thousand times.
He was lost, riding on the crest of a powerful wave that just swept him off his feet. It was dizzying, intoxicating in a way that he almost felt the pain of withdrawal as she pulled back.
Her dazzling smile made up for the loss. Clark swallowed against a dry throat, searching for something to say, when Houdini's bark brought him back to reality.
They were still in a crowded newsroom. Clark looked down at his dog, who eyed him with what he could only describe as mild curiosity. At least, Houdini didn't seem agitated. But the rush of guilt was no less intense. With Lois in his arms, Clark had simply forgotten about the dangers.
His arm trembled as he wrapped it around her shoulders and pulled Lois with him toward the stairs. Suddenly, he couldn't leave the Daily Planet quickly enough.
As they walked downstairs, he took deep breaths, trying to sort his jumbled thoughts.
"I should probably spend some more time looking into Luthor, don't you think? I believe I've heard people on the streets talking about a character they called 'the Boss'. What if this mysterious 'Boss' really is Lex Luthor?"
"Clark…" Her voice was soft and just a tad sultry.
She licked her lips, sending his thoughts spiraling right out of control. The gleam in her eyes translated into a rush of heat shooting right through his body. He inhaled sharply, trying to think about something else, anything else than her velvet lips and how perfectly she fit in his arms.
“I…”
He didn’t know what to do. It was either dive into a new round of fruitless babbling or run away as fast as he could. He didn’t much like either of the two options, but as long as Lois was looking at him like that, he couldn’t think straight. Clark ran a nervous hand through his hair, and glanced down at Houdini, almost hoping that the dog would finally announce another hiccup so that he would be forced to leave without coming across as rude.
Lois laid a hand on his chest and smiled at him. “We could always play hookey. After breaking that last story, I believe we’d deserve it, too.”
Clark released another deep breath and fought to keep his wits about him. He had no idea what had gotten into Lois all of a sudden, or into him for that matter. Fond memories of their date in Smallville flooded his mind and he realized that he’d love nothing more than to say yes. But the rational part of him knew it would be too dangerous to give into his desires.
He smiled for Lois, though he felt it falter on his lips. “That would be nice. But I believe that we should find out as much about Luthor as we can, before he suspects we’re onto him. See you tomorrow.”
He leaned forward and brushed a quick kiss against her cheek to somehow soften the blow that he was essentially running out on her. Clark stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants and let out a low whistle, calling for Houdini. It wasn’t really necessary, because the dog was already at his side, ready to warn him whenever the next hiccup would occur. Given his rampant emotions, he was pretty sure that it couldn’t be long now.
***
Hours later, Clark returned to his trailer. Houdini trudged along wearily after spending most of the day on the street. He’d heard more rumors, more hints that their hunch was right. But he still lacked evidence. Luthor was smart. It would probably take a while to prove his connection to Metropolis’ underworld.
To Clark’s surprise, his powers hadn’t acted up despite his emotions being a mess. He'd be lucky if Lois still talked to him after he’d abandoned her in front of the Daily Planet. She’d been so kind to him and how did he repay her? His gut clenched into a tight knot as he thought about apologizing for his behavior. How was he supposed to put into words what went through his head, when he had a hard time getting a grip on his feelings himself?
“Finally!” Lois’ husky voice made him stop dead in his tracks. “I was beginning to think that you’d let me wait here all night!”
Clark looked up, his heart hammering in his chest. She didn’t sound angry, so he hoped that was a good sign.
"Lois, what are you doing here?" He forced a smile on his lips, racking his mind how he was going to approach her now that she was standing right in front of him.
"I missed you," she purred.
Her hands wandered to the front of her coat and she untied it. The smile fell from Clark's face as his jaw dropped around the same time as her coat did. It revealed a mind-blowing amount of creamy skin, most of it barely covered by translucent fabric. A deep plunging neckline drew his gaze right toward the soft curves of her bosom. Clark had a hard time forming a coherent thought.
"Lois…" he ground out.
She started swaying to inaudible music and pulled a veil out from somewhere, wrapped it around his shoulders and pulled him closer. Clark was lost as he watched her shake her body.
He felt her rummage through the pockets of his pants and pull out a key. Her dance sucked him in until he barely registered that she opened the door and dragged him into his trailer. Clark stumbled along, trapped in her spell. One tantalizing veil after another appeared, teasing him, bewitching him until she dropped it.
At some point Clark managed to feed Houdini, mainly because the dog was pretty adamant about having dinner after their long day.
But her dance continued to entrance him. And then, suddenly, it was no longer just a dance. Fervent lips found his. Clark melted into her embrace, losing any sense of time. Lois’ hands were everywhere, playing with the hem of his shirt, lifting it up, and drawing slow circles on his back.
Her touch sent sparks of pleasure through him, fueled his desire and made his breath come in panting gasps. He wanted nothing more than to sweep her up into his arms and carry her to his bed. What he wouldn’t give to make gentle love to her tonight.
Her kiss turned hungrier. She nibbled on his lower lip and started to search for his belt buckle. A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. But as he felt her hands on him, he also realized that this was going much too fast.
The more rational part of his brain gave a warning. He pulled back, trying to catch his breath.
"We should stop," he rasped.
She gave him a sly smile, fumbling with a clasp in the back of her harem's costume. Clark's throat ran dry and he wasn't sure whether to follow his desire to watch her or squeeze his eyes shut as tightly as he could. Was she really going to undress for him?
It was both a dream come true and a terrible nightmare.
"Come on, sweetie, you know you want it, too," she cooed.
That he did. But it wasn't right. Something wasn't right with Lois. She'd never been so forward. And there was even more not right with himself. He couldn't simply enjoy intimacy without considering the consequences. Besides, this wasn't something they should do on a whim, if at all. Their relationship was too new, too uncertain to take such a huge step.
He clenched his hands into fists, fighting for some semblance of control.
"I'm not ready," he whispered. "We should wait."
The more primal part of his brain didn't agree. It was done waiting.
Scared of himself, Clark stumbled back and hurried to find the door. He almost fell over Houdini who had followed him. The dog whimpered as they tumbled out of the trailer and Clark caught himself just in time before he would have hit the ground.
He closed the door behind him and sagged against it.
"Take your time, sweetie. I'll be here, whenever you are ready."
Clark closed his eyes. The husky tone to her voice was his undoing. He didn't want to listen, but his hearing picked up the soft rustling of fabric. Something hit the floor. The sound was faint, inaudible to the human ear, he was sure of it.
But Clark was painfully aware that her clothes had just fallen, all of them. He buried his face in his hands and tried not to think about her.
Still, he couldn't help but make out the small sounds she made as she lifted up the covers and slipped underneath.
His mind added the pictures of her waiting in his bed, ready to make tender love
Clark released a heavy sigh, in tune with one of Houdini's whimpers. As he looked up, the dog stared back at him. He'd tilted his head and let out another soft whimper.
"You probably think I'm crazy, huh?"
Clark reached out, scratching the dog behind his ear. Houdini licked his hand.
"Yeah, me to." Clark leaned his forehead against the dog's and took deep, steadying breaths. "I know she wants it and I want it, so why does this have to be so difficult?"
Houdini barked, not giving away what he thought about Clark's dilemma.
"Clarkie, I'm waiting!" Lois purred.
Clark groaned, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I'm afraid this is going to be a long night."
He leaned his head against the door and sighed.
"Do you want me to tell you what I'm wearing?"
Make that a very long night.
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