Disclaimer: Characters belong to DC, WB, AlMiles, etc., etc., etc. I only own the story and a really rare backstage Local Crew Keith Urban t-shirt.
Fic Notes: This story was originally posted on the Divine Intervention forums before all NC-17 stories were removed. This is not my story, but I'm reposting it for all the Clois lovers out there and I hope they enjoy. Horizontal is one of my all time favorites. This story takes place sometime between Season 6-7.
He wouldn’t let her drive, but they had to take her car. He said he liked the feeling of a car better than an old pickup truck.
Since when did Clark not want to drive a truck?
He told her he knew where they could get free food. She should’ve known he meant the farm.
They turned down the dirt lane and he pulled close to the house. She noticed there were no other cars in the driveway.
He looked at her as he opened his door and winked.
“Don’t worry. They’re gone for the weekend.”
Oh great. Gone for the weekend. What was he thinking?
And why did she get the feeling he’d had this all planned out from the very beginning?
She hesitated getting out of the car. What was she walking into?
Oh, she knew what she was walking into. Sex, sex and more sex. Sex with confident, sexy, overpowering Clark.
She didn’t mean to say it out loud. It just…slipped out.
“You say something?”
She looked up at him as he walked ahead of her into the house. A nervous laugh escaped as she closed her car door and tried in vain to think of something other than flashing back to him standing wet and naked in her bathroom holding a wrench.
That visual is seared in her brain for all eternity.
She shook her head and walked up the steps into the house, following behind him and grabbing the screen door so it wouldn’t slam in her face. He sauntered over to the fridge and slung open the door.
Hungry? How could she think of food? Not after the last few hours. Not after they woke up naked together in her bed. Not after…the shower.
He popped his head up from behind the fridge door. A smirk crept across his face and the bedroom eyes returned.
“Well…are you in the mood for something else, then?”
Did this guy ever quit?
Control yourself, Lane. It’s just a guy. He’s just a guy.
Just don’t look at him. Don’t do it. Look at the weird crocheted dishtowel hanging on that drawer knob. Look at the fridge magnets.
No! Don’t look at the fridge magnets! If you look at them, then you’ll look at…
Him. His gorgeous blue eyes melted her as she leaned on the kitchen island for support. She took a deep breath as the chills rushed through her body.
Not that she was complaining. After all, it had been pretty orgasmic over the last few hours, to say the least.
But here? Now? In his parents’ house?
Of course, that kinda made it all the more titillating.
She couldn’t say anything. She smiled as he closed the fridge door and walked slowly to her. There was no time to react as he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.
It was enough to take her breath away.
He was pushing her backwards. She kept her eyes closed. His mouth was moving so fast. His tongue was fighting with hers. He moved from her lips to her neck as his hands grasped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.
She didn’t have time to think. She didn’t have time to do anything.
Anything except rip off his shirt and toss it in the floor. She reached for his belt and tugged until it was unfastened. She fumbled with the button on his jeans and his zipper while he did the same with hers.
Her butt hit something. He grabbed her by the legs and her back softly fell against the dining table. He grasped her jeans and whipped them off just like last night.
He pushed his jeans to the floor then took off his t-shirt. She sighed as she saw it peeking out through the opening in his boxers.
She just couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
Maybe that’s why she sat up, reached around and unhooked her bra, slung it in the floor as he pulled off her panties. He dropped his boxers and carefully climbed on the table on top of her.
It only creaked slightly as he immediately shoved it in.
He looked at her and smiled briefly before kissing her hard on the lips. She threw her arms around his torso, letting her hands lightly glide across his back as he began to thrust harder into her.
She let her hands drift down and cup his butt as she intertwined her legs with his. She bucked her hips up in rhythm to his thrusts.
The sweat was building on her forehead as she moaned louder than before.
He placed one hand on the table and the other behind her head as he assaulted her lips with his own and then placed his cheek against hers, breathing deep in her ear as the end was coming.
Her eyes widened. He said it again.
Oh, but she couldn’t concentrate right then. It was coming. She could feel the wave coming. He was moving harder and faster. She was thrusting up against him.
It was about to happen. She knew he could feel it, too.
She held him tightly around the neck as the table creaked one last time then hit the floor.
But he still managed to pump it all into her, even while lying among the remnants of the Kent family dining table.
He grinned as he casually surveyed the damage, then looked back down at her.
“It’s okay. It’s not like it’s the first time it’s happened.”
It was broken. The table was broken.
They’d slowly gotten up out of the floor and dressed. She couldn’t believe they’d broken the table.
Of course, she was still having a little trouble wrapping her mind around the fact that she and Clark had just had sex on the beloved Kent family dining table.
He walked to the counter and grabbed the pen and notepad by the phone.
“Okay, I want you to go to the store to pick up a few things.” He scribbled out a list, folded it and then pointed to the broken mess in the floor. “I’ll take care of this while you’re gone.”
Take care of it? Unless he could turn back time to when they hadn’t yet done the deed on the table, how was he going to take care of it? It was completely destroyed.
“What are you gonna do? You can’t just go out and buy anoth--”
“Shh. Don’t worry about it.” He walked to her and wrapped his arm around her waist, slowly pulling her in for a long, deep kiss. He broke away and walked away from her towards the stairs. He yelled over his shoulder as he made his way upstairs. “There’s money in my wallet on the counter.”
What just happened?
She grabbed his wallet and the list on the counter and headed out the door.
What was up with him? He was so…different. Not that it was bad.
No…it was just different.
A small smile crept across her face as she climbed in her car and started the engine, backing around the driveway and heading down the road.
The best place to go, based on the items on his list, was more than likely the local grocery store down on Main Street.
She parallel parked at one of the meters outside the store. She hopped out and put a quarter in the machine. Surely, she wouldn’t be in there that long.
She walked in Main Street Grocery and began walking down the first aisle.
Oh! The list. She reached in her pocket and pulled it out.
Her cheeks instantly turned red as she unfolded the piece of paper and silently read each word.
Whipped cream, strawberries, chocolate syrup, bubble bath, condoms, light bulbs.
What were they for?
She shook her head and picked up one of the baskets, then hastily made her way down each aisle.
Then she came to them. Why were the condoms always at the pharmacy where people could see you were buying them? She just knew the pharmacist was watching her as she perused each box of Trojans.
She glanced up and caught him staring at her as she picked up a multi-pack of ribbed and extra sensitive.
“What? Got a problem, Grandpa? Can’t a girl buy a pack of condoms without getting the third degree?”
Okay, so maybe she said that a little louder than she meant. At least three heads peeked up from Aisle Three. But she was frustrated…in more ways than one.
She sighed in aggravation and headed to the checkout. She set her basket down and reached in her pocket for his wallet.
The teenage boy carefully scanned each item, giving her a smile as he loaded them into the bags. He paused for a moment and looked at her.
“Um... What are the light bulbs for?”
She closed her eyes and sighed.
“I don’t know. Look, can you just hurry it up?”
He dropped the bulbs in a bag.
“That’ll be $25.37.”
She opened Smallville’s wallet, pulled out a twenty and a ten and handed it to the funny man behind the register.
She grabbed her bags and headed towards the door.
Just get out. Just get out now.
“Hey, don’t you want your change?”
She never looked at him, but hollered over her shoulder as she quickly walked out the door.
She never thought she’d die of embarrassment, but that was pretty close.
Opening the car door, she threw the bags in and turned on the engine.
She couldn’t get away fast enough.
It was nearly dark. So many thoughts raced through her mind as she turned down the dusty dirt lane and pulled up to the house.
She’d never been flustered around him before. She’d never really looked at him the way she did now.
Just the thought of him…naked…with a wrench.
Well…she was more than enjoying herself. But how much longer was this gonna last?
And what more could they do? And…where?
She picked up the bags and got out of the car, closing the door and walking to the house.
Did he have the table fixed? Did he buy a new one?
She walked up the steps and into the house, struggling to open the door.
She mumbled to herself as she stumbled in.
“Don’t worry. I got it. Thanks for the help.”
She set the bags on the counter and turned around.
Her jaw dropped as she looked at the absolutely perfect dining table.
“What the…? How did he…?” She paused as she looked around the room. Where was he? “Hey, Smallville?”
She definitely heard it that time.
Water. Splashing. Upstairs.
Her eyes wandered up the stairs.
Then, he appeared at the top of the stairs. Wearing absolutely nothing but that gorgeous smile of his. And he was very excited.
“Hey, Beautiful. Back so soon?”
“Uh... Um. Uh… Huh.”
How did he do it? She was flustered, flabbergasted, and speechless.
“Why don’t you come on up here and join me?” He started to turn and walk down the hall, but stopped and looked back at her. “Oh, and bring the bubble bath, condoms and light bulbs with you.”
What was with the light bulbs?
Was he gonna…? No… That’d just be…well. She’d do a lot of things, but that wasn’t one of them.
He winked at her and walked down the hall. She heard the door close behind him.
She sighed as her cheeks slowly turned red. She shook her head as she reached in the bag for the condoms, bubble bath and…light bulbs.
She wasn’t gonna do it…she was just curious.
Why was she doing this? Why was she going to him?
Because she couldn’t ignore the tingly sensations and the throbbing, that’s why.
She rounded the top of the stairs and slowly walked down the dark hallway. Soft light filtered from under the bathroom door.
She closed her eyes and took one last deep breath as she slowly turned the knob.
The door opened as she gasped at what seemed like hundreds of lit candles in the tiny bathroom.
“Close the door. There’s a draft.”
She hadn’t even seen him. The candles on the vanity, toilet, floor, windowsill and anywhere else space was available took her breath away. The tub was surrounded by them.
“Set the stuff on the counter and strip.”
He was already in the tub, the bubbles just under his chin. His dark thick hair was slightly wet from the water. The same seductive smile as before graced his face as he rested his arms on the sides of the old porcelain tub.
She smiled nervously as she set the condoms, bubble bath and…light bulbs on the vanity.
Was this how it was gonna be? He orders her around? She jumps at his every command?
She didn’t even realize her hands were lifting her shirt above her head. She didn’t know she was unbuttoning her jeans and kicking off her shoes.
But she was.
She slowly unzipped her jeans and kicked them off.
Careful! Don’t let them land near a candle!
She smiled at him while she quickly moved her jeans and shirt to a small area of the floor that was candle free.
She stood and, reaching behind her back, unhooked her bra and laid it on top of her jeans.
He just sat there in the water. Smiling. Slowly blinking…and smiling.
The bedroom eyes were back.
She pulled at her panties and slid them off, letting them dangle on one foot as she let them fall on top of her bra on the pile of clothes. She pulled her socks off her feet.
The water swished and bubbles flew up as his arms reached out to her. She carefully stepped over in the tub and sat across from him in the very warm and steamy bubble bath.
She didn’t realize how much she hurt until she sat in the old bathtub. Her body ached from…well…from all the sex in the last twenty-four hours.
She’d never sat in a tub with someone else before. Where do you put your legs?
His long leg found it’s way in between her legs. His big toe was just long enough to reach. He smiled as he leaned against the back of the tub. What was he doing?
She gasped as his toe slowly slid inside her.
Sure, there was pain. But she couldn’t resist it. She couldn’t resist him.
He sat up and scooted towards her, the water gently splashing around them.
He moved his leg and wrapped it around her waist and pulled her to him. She moved her legs and wrapped them both around his waist.
She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him as he leaned closer. She could feel him. And he was still excited, which instantly turned her on.
He grabbed the sides of the tub and slid into her. She winced slightly at the pain but the water seemed to ease it. He began to move faster. The water splashed around her as she held him tightly, riding him as he slid in and almost out of her. She pulled him closer and buried her face in his neck. She could see the muscles rippling in his arms as he held onto the tub. He was moving faster. She was getting closer. The warm water splashed out of the tub as he bucked his hips into her. He moaned louder and louder. She couldn’t take it. She turned her head and lightly bit him on the shoulder before throwing her head back and letting out a loud moan as she quickly released. She could feel him pump into her at the same time.
They sat there for just a moment before he slid out of her, pushed away and leaned back against the tub.
Her heart was racing. She was so sore. But it was so worth it.
Yep, water sex was good.
She scooted back and leaned against the opposite end of the tub and tried to catch her breath.
He seemed so calm as he laid his head back and closed his eyes.
Why did he have her bring that stuff up there? They didn’t even use the condoms.
And it looked like he already had some bubble bath.
And should she even ask about the light bulbs?
She didn’t have to.
“Why don’t you go back downstairs and get the rest of the stuff you bought. And pour some more bubble bath in here, too. And can you change that bulb in the light over the sink on your way out?”
She wrapped the towel around her body as she walked down the hall towards the stairs.
That was it. Now she was changing his light bulbs?
Lois Lane didn’t take orders from anyone, especially Clark Kent.
She walked down the stairs and to the kitchen counter, mumbling to herself the whole time as she took the strawberries, whipped cream and chocolate syrup out of the grocery bag.
“No one treats me that way.” Her voice turned to a mocking tone, mimicking him. “Get the rest of the stuff, Lois. Change the light bulb, Lois. Do me six ways from Sunday, Lois.”
“Well, only if you want to.”
He’d sneaked up behind her wearing only a towel around his waist. As she spun around to face him, he leaned into her, pressing her back against the kitchen island and placing his hands on the counter.
“Smallville, what are you--”
“Shh. You talk too much, Lois.”
He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, shoving his tongue back into her mouth. She enjoyed it only for a moment.
But what was she doing? Hadn’t she just said she wasn’t going to put up with this anymore?
She fell into his kiss only slightly before pushing away and slapping him across the face.
“Who the hell do you think you are? The Clark Kent I know doesn’t act like this. What’s the matter with you?”
Clark laughed as he stepped away from her, rubbing his cheek and jaw.
“This obviously isn’t about the sex, Lois. I mean…you haven’t complained.”
He smirked as he reached for the package of strawberries and the tub of whipped cream on the counter, opening both containers. He took a strawberry out, dipping it in the whipped cream. He slowly brought the strawberry to his lips as he sucked on it, licking the whipped cream off while giving her the bedroom eyes yet again.
It wasn’t going to work. She wouldn’t fall for it.
At least, she wasn’t going to until he dipped his finger in the whipped cream, then slowly closed his eyes as he licked it.
She could feel it. She was getting weak again.
Stop it, Lane! Fight it!
But then, it happened. And there was no stopping the desire, throbbing or sensations.
Well…at least not until after more fun.
He dipped his finger back in the tub of whipped cream again, this time holding his finger out to her. He held it in front of her lips, tempting her.
She glanced from his finger back to his sultry eyes. He smiled when she flashed a smirk at him, took his hand in hers and stuck his finger in her mouth.
Okay, so she was enjoying it.
But what girl wouldn’t? It was whipped cream, strawberries and…chocolate syrup.
He began to walk towards the stairs as he picked up the condiments and strawberries.
“Let’s take this upstairs, Lois.”
She looked at him for a moment.
You know what? She wasn’t going to put up with it. She was going to do what she wanted to do now. He’d already taken too much control. It was her turn now.
He looked surprised as he turned to her.
“What’dya mean ‘no’?”
She crossed her arms as she cocked her hips to one side.
“I mean, set the whipped cream, chocolate syrup and strawberries on the counter, drop the towel and hop on the counter.”
He hesitated only briefly as he grinned from ear to ear.
“Well, yes, ma’am.”
He set the items down, pulled at his towel and walked towards her.
He was excited yet again. What was this guy on?
And could she have some?
He backed up to the counter and hopped up.
She dropped her towel as she put her knee on the stool and pushed up, climbing on the counter and straddling him. She winced slightly as she felt him up against her.
“Hurting?” She nodded. “Open up that drawer. There, the one on the other side of the island.” She reached across him and opened the dishtowel drawer. “Okay, all the way in the back under the towels.”
She felt around and finally found it. Well…them.
She sat up holding a bottle of KY warming liquid and a condom.
“Clark…what..? How…? Why..?”
He sat up, leaning on his elbows and smiled.
“You never know where or when, Lois.”
She shook her head. She'd ask later. Right now, she only wanted one thing.
He winked as he took the condom from her, tore open the package and put it on. He then took the bottle from her and squirted a little into his hands, rubbing them together as he laid back on the counter. He then gently stuck his finger inside her, slowly rubbing it around. His other hand reached up and massaged her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple.
She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and moaning slightly at his soft touch.
He moved his hand and grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her onto him as their lips met. She braced herself on the countertop as he slowly slid into her. She moaned a little as she kissed his lips, then his cheek, and finally settling in on his neck. She sucked softly as she began to move up and down, grinding up against him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as he breathed into her neck. He pulled her closer, so that his lips hovered near her ear. She could feel his warm breath as he whispered.
“I want you now, Lois. I need you now.”
She couldn’t say anything. She was sweating. She was aching.
She placed both hands on the counter and propped herself up as she continued to move back and forth, faster and faster, her hips grinding against his.
She kept her eyes closed, but he smiled as he watched her the whole time. He placed his hands on her waist, helping her move up and down.
It was coming. This was the biggest one yet. She could feel it. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t even get a breath to moan.
She closed her eyes tightly as her muscles clenched. She felt him pump inside her shortly after. She let out a moan as she finally released her breath, opened her eyes and looked down at him.
He lay there smiling.
That smug grin. If she hadn’t been so satisfied right then she would’ve slapped him again.
He ran his fingers through her hair as he spoke.
“See? No complaints.”