Ruby Recollections

TITLE: Ruby Recollections AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 4 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Lois RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three and Six UNIVERSE: A companion piece to "Lip Service". DISCLAIMER: I do not own Smallville. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER FOUR Lois had questions, lots of them, but also a strange reluctance to ask them. His rescue of her was nothing short of miraculous and to say his explanations were vague gave the word more substance than it implied. She also knew the strange history of Smallville thanks to her cousin's high school articles and recollections. It made a girl wonder. Suspicions were one thing, but knowledge was down right dangerous and things with Clark were still too new, too easy to destroy to risk with shocking revelations and she wanted... wanted to try this with Clark. Lois looked over at Clark as he drove and the lights of Metropolis started to dwindle behind them. He had somehow managed to talk her into leaving out his part in her rescue as she informed Perry about her story and the proof she had to back it up. There was a short, heart-stopping moment when it looked as if the memory card would not read and had somehow been damaged by its submergence in Metropolis harbor, but then the files had appeared and she was able to show Perry. It turned out that Joseph had been found unconscious on the dock and his men had been picked up by the harbor patrol trying to swim to shore, raising more questions she couldn't answer. Perry praised her work and admonished her for her stupidity before telling her to get her story to him as soon as she could. He wanted to print it in the morning edition; the front page of which he had put on hold the moment h\she had shown him the photos. He was on the phone to the chief of police before she left the office. He wanted to make sure the Metropolis PD was ready to move on Simon Finch before the story broke, both to ensure his capture and Lois' safety. Clark had waited for her outside her editor's office and continued to hover over her as she finished her article. It was both sweet and annoying at the same time to feel his solid presence over her shoulder, making it just a little hard to concentrate. She finally sent him out to grab them some food, the excuse both useful and practical as her stomach grumbled. She had skipped lunch in light of their dinner plans. He left reluctantly to get Chinese and she aimed to finish her article before he came back. She hadn't quite managed it, and frowned when she realized he had returned way too quickly, but when queried he just said the take-out place had been empty. She shrugged, too engrossed in finishing her editorial. Even though, she was hungry and the noodles he placed next to her smelled delicious, he still had to prompt her to eat them before they got cold as she read through her story. She tried to talk him out of having her stay at the farm one last time after she had delivered her article to Perry and had made him promise to give her any follow-ups, but he wouldn't have any of it. Lois was honest enough with herself that she knew she didn't try too hard. It was more out of principle than anything else. She kind of wanted to know what it felt like to wake up in his arms. She also did not want to be alone when she was no longer able to silence the little voice, right at the back of her mind that kept reminding her that she had just nearly died. Clark felt odd, fidgety and unable to remain still. He even eavesdropped on Lois in Perry's office as he waited for her. She was safe, there were tons of people around, even at this late hour, but he felt nervous when she was out of his sight. The memory of her still, pale face after he had pulled her out of the water and the clench it had brought to his heart were still too fresh, his reaction to raw. He wanted her warm under the cover of his bed, wrapped in his arms, but here she was working, bright-eyed and focused, and apparently unconcerned by her near-death experience. She could be really annoying at times. He did take the time to call Chloe and tell her that her cousin was fine, but kept the details to a minimum, promising to be more forthcoming when she returned. Chloe reluctantly agreed, telling him he'd have to spill when she got back the following night. "Are you okay, Clark? You sound a little strange." She asked. "I... I'm fine." He replied, looking over at the typing Lois. They said their goodbyes and he disconnected the call, looking at his phone and wondering if he'd convinced Chloe or himself. He knew he was hovering as he stood behind Lois, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't quite understand the strength of his feelings. The bleakness at seeing her still and pale on the dock, the surge of joy when she coughed up the water and started to breathe. It all felt a little more than he was used to. He was glad she hadn't asked too many questions about how he had rescued her, but he knew that wouldn't last forever. It was her nature to ask questions. It might have been better to have let her stay at her apartment, but he wasn't quite ready to let her out of his sight, plus he could still vividly remember how good she felt in his arms, in his bed. They played a game of visual tag as he drove back to Smallville, each shying away when they caught the other surreptitiously watching. Each made attempts at conversation, which all too soon petered back to silence. Lois was really starting to feel the demands the day had put on her body now that the adrenaline was leeching out of her system when he pulled up in front of the Kent farmhouse. She stumbled slightly as she climbed out of the cab, misjudging the distance to the ground. She didn't even have time to reach fro the hood of the truck to regain her balance before she was swept up in his arms. "I can walk." She protested even as she draped her arm around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder, relaxing against his solid form. "Of course you can." He told her, his arms tightening around her, his breath tickling the top of her head as he carried her effortlessly into the house. "My bag?" she wondered, stirring against him. "I'll get it in a moment. Let's just get you into a shower first before I put you to bed." He informed her. "Why Clark Kent are you trying to get me into bed?" she asked with a grin. "More or less." he admitted and she found him grinning as she tilted her head to look at him. Lois felt something stir in her that combated the increasing fatigue she was feeling. "You know, there isn't anything in my bag I actually, urgently need so... Why don't you join me for that shower." She suggested coyly. "I could use someone to scrub my back. It's been a long day." She explained innocently as she tightened her hold on his neck, turning and pressing her breasts more firmly against his chest in a decidedly less than innocent manner. Clark didn't answer her, but his body reacted to her offer with alacrity as his cock hardened in his boxers. Her offer was a little startling considering the weariness he had noticed in her when she had stumbled out of the cab of his truck, but she had that glint in her eye that told of her desire and sparked the same in him. He had fully intended to make sure she had a hot shower and then put her straight to bed and joining her later once she was asleep, but now he was undeniably aware of her feminine form pressed against him. He was going to give her what she wanted without a fight, but he also knew it might not be the best idea to let her know that right away. He set her on her feet at the bathroom door and she opened it with one hand while the other twined into his. She stepped into the bathroom and he flicked on the light as she led him into it. Lois turned to face him and then curled and hooked her hands around his neck, tilting her head up to look at him. "We could skip the shower all together." She suggested as he crossed his wrist over the small of her back and his hands rested lightly on the upper curve of her jeans-clad ass. "We both smell like Metropolis bay, Lois." He informed her and she wrinkled her nose. "You have a point there." She conceded. "Let's get you out of those clothes." He offered, squeezing her ass lightly before releasing her and reaching for the buttons of his shirt she had borrowed that morning and had put on again when they had stopped by her apartment. "You'll do just about anything to get me naked, wouldn't you?" she stated playfully and he winked as she reached for the buttons of the shirt he wore. They undressed each other slowly with lingering hands and slow caresses. When they were down to their underwear, Clark started and set the shower while she removed her bra. She slipped between him and the shower, and tendrils of steam started to rise behind her. The reached for the waistbands of each other final articles of clothing and slid them off their hips and down their thighs until they were loose enough for gravity to take effect and cause them to fall to the floor, leaving them naked. Lois saw his hard cock twitch against his washboard abdomen and she closed the small distance between them. She could feel him, hot and hard against her belly as she shifted up onto her toes and he leaned down slightly for them to share a kiss, which slowly deepened as she tilted her head and opened her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his slid around her back. He straightened and then her feet were off the ground as he gathered her even closer and walked them into the shower. The steam wrapped itself around them and the hot water felt wonderful as it hit the skin of her neck, shoulders and back. He lowered her back onto her feet and then turned her away from him. She closed her eyes and titled her face up into the spray as she felt his strong hands slide under her hair and onto her shoulders, which he massaged slowly. Lois felt her hair grow heavy with water and slicked it back with her hands. Clark's hands left her shoulders and she rolled them forward and then back as she leaned forward to let the spray wash over them and her back. She felt something cool drip and then drop onto the top of her head and then strong fingers were running through her hair and caressing her scalp as he gently lathered the shampoo and began to wash her hair. Clark watched as Lois' hair straightened and grew darker as it got wet. Her skin was smooth and warm under his hands as he attempted to work the tension out of her shoulders and fight the urge to bend her forward and take her as his cock throbbed and twitched against his stomach. He grabbed the shampoo and dribbled some of it onto her head as she leaned forward, deciding to distract himself by washing her hair. The feel of the lustrous tresses, made slick and slippery with water and shampoo under his fingers proved to be less of a distraction than an enhancement of his desire. Lois murmured her enjoyment. She had never thought having someone wash her hair could feel so good. He let her rinse her hair and then his hands were all over her, soapy with shower gel. She let him position her as he wanted as his hands explored her body, lingering at her buttocks, breasts and sex with firm, slippery caresses that left her tingling. Her nipples were hard, throbbing points, even with the heat of the shower. The water prickled her nerves as the spray hit her skin and caressed it as it sheeted down her body. She felt his lips press against the small of her back as he knelt behind her and washed her legs. A shiver preceded his tongue as he ran it up her spine as he rose behind her. He turned her to face him and she could see he was done washing her as his eyes flashed with desire and she was more than ready to accept his passion. She grasped his hips and pulled him closer, taking a half-step back until her back met the cool slick tiles under the showerhead. The water splashed onto his head and he shook it, sending drops flying wildly about before he leaned forward and down to captured her lips. She sighed her enjoyment as his hands grasped her waist and lifted her, her back sliding up along the cool, slick tiles, the hard, hot rod of his manhood sliding down her torso as the steam stirred and eddied thickly around them. Lois let her hands slide up his back, feeling the water beat down on them. She gripped his shoulders and curled her legs around him when his dick slid through her trimmed triangle of pubes and finally between her legs. She leaned back, bracing her shoulders against the wall while crossing and locking her ankles behind him to support enough of her weight so that he could use one hand to grasp the base of his cock and steady it as he pressed his dickhead through her slick, swollen folds to find her entrance. Clark lifted Lois easily, but felt her shift and adjust to help him as the angle of their heads changed while they deepened their kiss. Her arms and legs wrapped around him in a smooth embrace of skin on skin. Her snatch radiated inviting heat and he guided his dickhead in search of its source finding her folds slipperier than either water or soap would account for. The hiss of the water falling on their skin and the floor mixed with pounding of his blood in his ears as his need for Lois increased. He broke their kiss as he stood, both his hands once again at her waist, holding her in place, poised at the threshold for her snatch and his eyes found hers. His lips stayed close to hers, feeling her breath on them as she breathed deep and slow, her hard nipples tickling his skin when her chest expanded. He lost himself in her shining orbs for a sweet, stolen moment, suddenly aware that if things had gone differently he may never have got to look into them again or feel her body, warm and vibrant against his. He wanted to tell her how horrible that thought made him feel and how wonderful she felt right then, but he just couldn't seem to find the words. He kept coming round to: "I love you. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you today.", but knew it was too soon, this new phase of their relationship too fresh for such a declaration, even if, he believed with growing certainty, that it was true. So, he just tried to express it all in the way he looked at her as he relaxed his grip and she slowly sunk down on his cock. Lois sucked in a shuddering breath that became a hitched gasp as she slid down onto his shaft. He stretched and filled her and her sex tingled with the friction of his thick shaft forging its way through her slick, yet tight and resisting flesh. She could feel him throb and pulse with life inside her as he settled inside her completely and her snatch adjusted snugly around him, his hips pressing forward, pinning her to the tiles. His eyes held hers and spoke of intense emotions of passion, desire and affection, clear and unwavering. It hit her like a blow, the realization that the vitality and passion she could feel emanating from him and that he sparked in her could all have been lost to day. The whisper in the back of her mind suddenly became a roar: "You almost died today!!". Memories that she had been successfully repressing up until then flooded through her. The cold fear, the rising panic, burning lungs and then the deadly cooling of water filling her nose, her mouth and the frantic desperation of wanting to escape, to live and failing. All these contrasted and highlighted themselves against the warm, solid, pleasurable and life affirming feel of him in and against her. She found it hard to breath and tremors started to run through her body as vivid flashes of what might have been assaulted her mind's eye. She swallowed against the lump that rose in her throat, her eyes stinging as Clark's handsome face and loving eyes became hazy and indistinct before, with a wail, she buried her face against his shoulder and let the sobs she'd been holding back rack her body as a release to her pent up emotions. Clark was luxuriating in the feel of her snug, hot, tightness around him when he saw and felt a change in her. He felt her tremble, her skin going cold despite the heat of his body and the shower. Her eyes went wide, staring into his and then going sightless. He saw her lip quiver and suddenly tears were glistening in her eyes before a wail tore from her lips and she buried her head against his shoulder, clinging to him with a surprising amount of strength. He shifted just enough to wrap his arms around her and cradle her to him, stifling a groan as he shifted inside her and an inappropriate sensation of pleasure snaked up his spine. "It's okay... let it all out." He crooned softly, comfortingly into her ear as the spray ran over them both, the water mingling with her tears as she shudder against him with the force of her sobs. He stroked her smooth, wet hair and just kept repeating that everything was okay, that she was okay while trying to ignore the feel of her sex shifting and tensing around him or the scrape of the hard points of her nipples surrounded by the warm pillow of her breasts where they were flattened against his chest as she shuddered. He felt a little guilty that he was still thinking of her in those terms even though concern for her flooded through him along with a rankling sense of inadequacy that he could do no more than hold her and comfort her as best he could. Lois didn't know how long they stayed like that before she felt calm and her senses return. She sniffed to clear her nose as her tears dried up and her emotions ran their course, but did not give up her firm hold on him, luxuriating in his solidness. She became fully aware that he was still buried inside her as tendrils of pleasure rose up through her like the steam that surrounded them each time one of them shifted. It had been there all along, little surges and electric jolts that she just hadn't been able to understand while having her hysterical little breakdown. She felt her cheeks heat slightly with embarrassment. "What must he think of me?" she wondered. Whatever it was, she realized it had not caused him flag, as he was still hot, hard and throbbing inside her. She finally lifted her head and the movement shifted her weight and him inside her as well as her clit against his skin and she moaned softly. He looked down at her with concern as she swallowed to wet her dry throat. "I'm...I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... While we were... That's just... I... " She apologized, but he silenced her with the lightest of kisses, his lips barely brushing hers. "Please... Don't, Lois. There's nothing to apologize for. You've had a very long, trying day... I'm the one that should apologize. You almost... I shouldn't have... I was being insensitive." He apologized making her stare at him in bewildered exasperation. "Come on... I should put you to bed so that you can get some rest." Clark continued with barely a pause, his hand sliding from her hair where he had been gently cradling her head and he grasped her waist. She had looked so vulnerable, fragile and drained when she'd lifted her head that Clark felt ashamed that despite his concern all he still wanted to do was pin her up against the tiles and pound into her until they reached the sweet point of release where nothing else mattered, but he had to do the right thing for her. "No!" Lois responded heatedly, tightening her legs around him and baring down on him with her sex. He grunted softly. "Clark Kent... You're an idiot... Cute... Handsome... Sexy... Adorable... Maybe even loveable, but you're still fool. How can you possibly think... and then to apologize. I wanted this. I needed this. I wanted you. I... I still want you. I want to feel alive; Clark... and I've never felt more alive than when you're inside me. You can take me to bed, Smallville, but it won't be to rest or we can finish what we started right here and right now." She informed him stridently, passion replacing the calm she had found after weathering her emotional storm. She wasn't really angry with him, but his intensions had touched her in a way that shocked her and made her feel the strength of their connection. She had too basic modes, fight or flight and she did not want to run from him. He started open his mouth to reply, but she denied him the opportunity by crushing her lips to his and invading his mouth with her tongue. Lois gasped as he lurched forward; pressing her back onto the relatively cold, wet tiles, while she saw passion and desire burn in his eyes. She twisted her head, sliding her lips across his as his tongue repelled her invasion and began one of it's own. She let her fingers wind into his wet hair as she moaned her enjoyment as his strong hands cupped the curves of her buttocks. He started to rock his hips, his cock stabbing at her core and her clit grinding into his pubes with spikes of pleasure. She used the leverage of her arms on his broad shoulders and her crossed ankles to undulate against him and shifted upwards, increasing the range of his movement inside her. She gasped heavily as he lifted her further and then slammed up into her as she slid back down. They cooperated wordlessly, shifting and adjusting, telling each other with touch and sounds what they required until they found the angle, speed, rhythm and pace to give them both what they wanted. Their lips met and parted; sharing short intense kisses before exploring whatever skin they could reach. His even managing to venture down to her breasts, but the angle was awkward, but the way he sucked at, nipped and stretched her nipples was divine as it lanced surges of pleasure into her rising and falling chest. Clark tore his lips from hers, clenching his jaw and letting a low growl rumble from between his gritted teeth as the waves of ecstasy he received from plunging in and out of Lois' snug, hot snatch threatened to overwhelm his control too soon. He leaned his head back, having to fight her hand in his hair to turn his face into the spray of the shower. The needles of water made his skin tingle as he exhaled hard against the deluge of water and shook his head. Lois was panting heavily, her sex clutching at Clark's thick, filling shaft as he drove into her and then tried to hold him in when he started to retreat. She strained to move with him to aid the rise and fall, but it just didn't seem enough. Her climax was a wild thing, clawing and battering at her core with building strength and power, yet not strong enough to achieve release from the delightful prison that both fed and restrained it. The water sheeted down him and between them, adding its soft hiss to the wet slapping noise of their bodies meeting again and again. "Put... Put me... Down... Clark." She haltingly panted, finding it hard to get the words from her mind to her lips, her eye's half closed. She had to repeat herself and finally struggle against his grip before he responded and lowered her as she let her feet drop to the floor. He hissed and a look of surprise that stopped just short of betrayal flared in his pale blue eyes as she extricated herself from him. "Lois?" he questioned softly, confused. She ran her hand up the length of his shaft and watched a shudder run through him. She turned around, switching her hold on the base of his cock from one hand to the other before she bent forward, steadying herself with her free hand. The water hit her back and sheeted over her buttocks in a warm, soothing caress as she presented herself to him. She tugged gently and he moved forward. She guided him to her entrance and then let go as the water cut off, blocked by his body. She splayed her fingers on the tiles in front of her, pressing her palms flat against the smooth, cool surface as she braced herself. Lois looked back and up, flicking her heavy, water-darkened hair out of her face and to the side as his large hands nearly circled her waist on the upper curve of her hips. Water dripped from him onto her and she could see his chest heave, his nostrils flaring as he licked his lips. Clark was using every last bit of his will power to maintain some semblance of control. His bails were boiling, so tight it almost hurt. His cock throbbed with the racing beat of his heart. He'd lost himself in the sensation of being with her, in her and her request to be put down had confounded him and now she was before him like a vision. He blinked water out of his eye and tightened his grip on her hips before he thrust forward. He entered he in one strong, fluid motion, both of them crying out her feminine voice mingling with his deeper one. The feel of him knifing into her was an exquisite torture as she surrounded him with pressure and fiery friction so intense it teetered between pleasure and pain and threatened to end it all before it had begun. He gulped in a sweet lungful of air as his pelvis slammed into her buttocks, feeling her shift forward with the strength of the collision, only to press back hard against him. Conscious thought fled from him and he began to hump into her, hard and fast, pulling her back onto him even as she pressed back and he thrust forward. He reveled in the sensation, the animalistic joy of it as he slid one hand from her hip to curl it around her shoulder next to her neck finding a better grip to pull onto him. She expelled sharp cries with each panted breath, which seemed to be force from her lungs with each collision of his body with hers. He felt his climax approach, a rampant beast that would no longer be denied and drove himself into her velvet depths as far as he could. Her body shook, her firm breasts jiggling with the powerful connection of Clark pounding into her with wild abandon as she pressed back and rolled and circled her hips to match him stroke for stroke. She cried out as he filled her, piercing her intimate depths again and again in rapid succession. His pounding cock fed the growing blaze of her building climax while at the same time battering down the walls that restrained that inferno. The tension inside her balance on a knife's edge and then he slammed into her so hard, the brace of her arms was insufficient an d her head stopped just short of hitting the wall as she felt him shudder, his lower abdomen pressed against the small of her back, his chest lifting away from her as she felt him tense behind her. She heard him bellow as she felt him hose his release into her in heavy pulses of his hot essence, his manhood swelling and deflating against the snug grip of her sex. His bellow became a gurgle and then returned as water filled his mouth for a moment. His vision blurred, but it had nothing to do with the heavy droplets that hung from his eyelashes. The small of his back tensed and relaxed in a staccato beat as he emptied himself into Lois, his butt clenched and he didn't know if he need to exhale or inhale to relieve the tightness in his chest, which left him panting as he still tried to drive himself even deeper into her welcoming heat and squeezing pressure. His pounding cock broke the wall holding her climax at bay and his seed fueled it into a flaring supernova that seared it's way through her senses as intense waves of pleasurable energy. It was so good it hurt and she cried out hoarsely, the sound echoing strangely in the confines of the shower. The sudden influx of sensation confused her nerves and made her muscles misfire making her quiver and tremble. Her fingers scrabbled at the tiles under them, scrapping across the slight indentation of the grouting. She felt herself clench around him with a crushing grip that eagerly tested his pulsing hardness even as she flooded with a torrent of hot, slippery cream. Her cry stuttered and turned to a series of loud whimpers as he continued to thrust, somehow worming his way deeper into her through her tightly locked flesh and adding another surge to her rolling orgasm. Clark didn't know how long they stayed like that, he only knew he kept trying to pump his essence into her well after he had no more to give. He blinked water from his eyes, water that was now noticeably cooler than what it had been as his heart rate and breathing returned to normal. He heard her take a deep breath and then slowly expel it before he saw her hands walk up the tiles as she straightened. They both groaned as she moved forward and he slipped free of her, her snatch clutching at him for just a moment before he came free. He watched her lean her arms and then her forehead against the tiles before he stepped forward, pressing firmly against her back and wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled at her neck. "You okay?" he asked quietly, tightening his arms around her, feeling her breasts brush his skin. "Very much so... I'd take you up on that offer to take me to bed now. That was... WOW... intense." She responded and he could hear a smile in her voice as well as her weariness. "I guess you'll do pretty much anything to get me to get you into bed." He commented, manipulating her words from earlier. "Droll, Smallville. Very droll." She commented as he shut off the water and with an ease that should have surprised her after their workout turned and swept her up into his arms. She curled her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Lois decided right the and there that being carried by Clark was definitely her preferred mode of transport as she relaxed against him with a soft smile. TO BE CONTINUED