Faking It

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Chapter Four

Seduction 101

There was nothing that sobered a grifter up more than someone poking their nose where it didn't belong.

"So, there must be some glitch in their system." Lois replied, coolly.

"Convenient glitch." Clark said dryly, getting to his feet.

Lois shrugged nonchalantly, but her stomach twisted and contracted almost painfully. Dammit all! She'd forgotten her Tums back at the farm! She was really getting tired of this man and his self-possessed sense of duty. He was making what was supposed to be the easy part of their scheme, extremely difficult!

No one in this town was supposed to pay them any mind while they were here. They were just a couple of college kids passing through- Damn Clark Kent, anyway! It would be a cold day in hell before she'd let some hick Sheriff from Nowheresville, who couldn't leave well enough alone, ruin their plans!

Lois adjusted her skirt and casually dusted off her jacket, before holding out her wrists to Clark. "You going to bring me down to the station, officer? Because last time I checked not being in some college database isn't a crime."

Clark folded her arms across his chest and glowered at her. "No."

Lois shrugged and turned her back to him. "OK then, I'm leaving you alone with your paranoia. Have a nice night, Sheriff."

She strolled out of the alleyway and into the well-lit street. She didn't know Clark followed her until she heard the sharp intake of breath coming from behind her. Rolling her eyes, Lois spun around, ready to rip Mr. Law Enforcement a new one, but when she saw the look on his face, her throat dried and her words became stuck there.

Clark hadn't realized in the darkness of the alleyway just how little Lois was wearing. Sure he'd known she was in a short skirt and leather jacket, but it hadn't hit him just how short the skirt was until she stepped under the street light. And during their struggle the zipper on her jacket must have somehow been pulled down, revealing her scandalously low cut top along with an appreciative amount of cleavage. Holy. Hell.

He was so mesmerized by her he almost didn't notice his retinas growing increasingly hot- he caught himself just in time, blinking rapidly. He hadn't lost control of his powers like that since he was fourteen, for crying out loud!

He'd known the first time he laid eyes on Lois Leitz (if that was her real name) she was trouble. The smart thing to do was to find out what she was up to, arrest her, and wash his hands of the whole damn thing. But Clark had to wonder briefly if that was the right thing to do. Nothing was ever as black and white as he wanted it to be. Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first woman in almost a decade that had his body practically buzzing with need. He wanted her. Bad. He wanted her even when she looked at him with that bewildered deer-caught-in-the-headlights gape. Which only served to draw his attention to those luscious lips. Not that he needed an excuse.

"What?" Lois asked when she finally found her voice, cursing silently that her question came out breathy and soft. But the predatory gleam in Clark's eyes made her knees a little wobbly. No one had ever looked at her like that before. Sure she'd gotten the run of the mill stuff, leers, lecherous smiles, wandering eyes- But no one had ever looked at her like they wanted to- devour her. Like they wanted to rip her clothes off right there and throw her against the nearest hard surface and- She shivered as her imagination took over.

It should disgust her. She should feel nauseated like she had with all the others, but she didn't. In fact, she felt the complete opposite of disgusted it- turned her on. Oh, shit. This was not good. Definitely. Not. Good. Danger Lois Lane! Danger! But she ignored the alarms going off in the rational part of her brain.

Why shouldn't she have a little fun? The irrational side of her mind asked. It's not like she'd never used her feminine wiles to manipulate a man, and the occasional woman, before. And Mr. Sheriff had been a very bad boy. Perhaps, she could use this to her benefit.

"See something you like, Sheriff?" She cooed.

Clark came closer and Lois felt her pulse speed up with every step he took. She could do this. He was definitely gorgeous. She wouldn't have to fake being physically attracted to him- that thought surprisingly calmed her nerves a bit.

Clark stood directly in front of her, so close she could smell the minty sweetness of his breath. She hadn't really thought about his size until that moment, looming over her, huge and solid and masculine. Her heart skipped a few beats. His hands came towards her, big, thick fingered, probably slightly calloused and her breath hitched in her throat. He grabbed each side of her jacket and pulled them together. The blood in her veins turned to molten lava. His eyes bored into hers as he zipped her up.

"It's hot." She protested, stopping him with her hand. Peeping at him through the fringe of her lashes.

"Indecent exposure." He stated, simply. Lois almost scoffed. OK. So perhaps she was a little rusty when it came to using her sexuality to her advantage. Sure, toying with a few bikers while hustling them out of their money, was something that came second nature to her, but it was going to take a lot more than casual flirting to distract Clark Kent. Of course, she didn't have to fool him for long. Just a few more days, then she, Chloe and Lucy would be long gone-

Another town. Another identity. Another life.

And Sheriff Clark Kent and Smallville would be nothing more than a distant memory. She didn't know why that thought depressed her it should've made her happy.

Frustrated with herself, Lois pulled away from Clark and glanced into the window of the bar. Her sister and cousin were being chatted up by a couple of men who didn't look half bad. It looked like they were enjoying themselves. Who was she to ruin their fun? Grabbing her phone from her back pockets she text them. She was walking back to the Kent farm. It wasn't too far down the road. It would probably take her a least a half-hour, but the country air might do her some good.

"Well, I'm going to go."

Clark grabbed her arm and spun her back around to him. "You're not driving."

"You're right. I'm walking." She snapped.

"You're going to walk back," He gave her another once over. "Like that?"

Lois gave him a look. "That was the plan."

"Let me drive you. I have to go back to my mom's house and pick up something anyway."

Lois glanced behind her toward the parking lot. There, in the front space was the sheriff's cruiser. There was no way on God's green earth she was getting into that thing.

"Thanks, but no thanks." She tugged herself free from his grip, for the second time that night and started to walk away.

And also, for the second time that night, Clark followed her. "I can't let you walk alone, it's dangerous."

Lois couldn't hold back her laughter. Smallville? Dangerous? Oh, that was a good one.

"Look, chivalry duly noted," she told him, "but my parents raised me to be independent and self sufficient. I can take care of myself."

"I suppose that's one way to describe you." Clark shot back. Lois's only response was to continue walking. So, the Sheriff continued to follow.

About ten minutes into her stroll, Lois was beginning to regret not taking Clark up on his offer to drive her. It was hot. And she was exhausted and on edge. She'd already stripped her jacket off, not caring if she gave Officer Kent an eye full or not. She was close to just screwing it and going the rest of the way in nothing, but her stilettos. Talk about goading someone on. Clark would probably have her on her flat on her back before she could get her skirt off.

Why did that sound so appealing?

God, this heat was messing with her brain. Just because she was planning on cock teasing him did not mean she was planning on sleeping with him. Mixing sex with business was never a good idea- for this kind of job, anyway. Heaven knew her mother- Good lord! She didn't want to think about that.

Lois wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand. They weren't anywhere close to the house, yet. Damn. What she wouldn't give for a- Lois stopped abruptly. She almost thought she was seeing things. Like if you spend too much time in the desert and the sun tricks your mind into thinking things are there when they're not. Was there such a thing as mirages caused by the moon? Lois didn't dwell on that thought long; it didn't matter. She changed her course. She'd just have to find out for herself.

Clark caught up with her in three strides. "Where are you going?"

"To the lake. There is actually a lake, right? I wasn't just seeing things."

"Yes, there's a lake, but-"

"Oh, thank god!"

Lois rushed past him, finding her second wind. Hallelujah! She saw the pier in the distance and sped up a little bit, not stopping until she was near the edge. She took a deep breath and listened for a moment to the soothing sound of the lapping waves. The water was probably freezing- it was still the early part of the season.

Perfect.

Lois glanced back and saw her pursuer rooted at the base of the wooden dock. He was watching her with a peculiar expression. Lois hid a grin. He probably guessed what she was about to do. Well, if he was just going to stand there and gawk she might as well give him a show, right? Besides, it would give her a chance to practice her seduction techniques, in case she ever needed to use them.

Lois kicked off her stilettos and wrapped her jacket around them, making sure to set them far enough behind her so she wouldn't get them wet when she jumped in.

"What are you doing?"

Lois was glad it was dark out because she couldn't hold back her smile even if she'd wanted to.

"What does it look like?" She asked coyly, grabbing the hem of her shirt and slowly lifting it over her head.

She was pretty sure she heard a gulp coming from her companion's direction. The moon, which had been playing hide and seek behind the clouds most of the night, peeked out reflecting dim light onto the abandoned body of water.

Lois shimmed her skirt down her long legs and stepped out of it, kicking it behind her. She looked over her shoulder, "enjoying the show, Sheriff?"

Clark had meant to turn away. He really had. He knew she was only doing this rile him up-using the fact that he was male against him. And dammit if it wasn't working! He watched her silhouette as she reached her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, slid the straps threw her arms and tossed the lacey garment aside.

Up until that moment, he hadn't been sure whether God existed or not. Well, there was no more need to debate. In that moment, he was absolutely positive there was definitely a higher being out there. Clark had to remember to go to church on Sunday and thank him.

Lois hooked two thumbs under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down a bit shyly. She'd skinny dipped before, just never with an audience. It made her feel deliciously naughty and a bit self-conscious knowing the sheriff was watching her, even though she knew in the dark he couldn't really see anything too detailed. Summoning up all of her confidence, Lois held her head high as she sauntered to the edge of the pier and dove in.

Just as she suspected the water was icy and refreshing. Her body tingled and her nerve endings sung to life. It felt good. She felt alive and free beneath the surface of the water. She screamed because it she felt so uninhibited. There were no lies to tell. No secrets to keep, the world was, for a moment in time, suspended above her shoulders and she could let herself relax. She stayed under the water until her lungs felt like they were on fire and she began to get light headed.

When she poked her head above the surface she saw Clark on the edge of the dock, ripping his shoes off. "You gonna join me?" She smiled up at him, in what she hoped looked seductive and sexy.

"Actually, I was just about to dive in and save you. I thought you were drowning."

She splashed water at him. "As you can see I'm perfectly capable of treading water."

"That's not all I can see," Clark mumbled trying to keep his eyes up north, but it didn't help that Lois's perky breasts kept bobbing up to say hi. No amount of presidents could save him at this point. Clark Jr. was already standing painfully at attention awaiting orders.

Meanwhile, Lois was enjoying watching the police officer's growing discomfort, immensely. It served him right, throwing away her last cigarette. She swam over to the ladder hanging on the side of the pier and hoisted herself up. Her body was starting to get accustomed to the temperature of the water, time to get out. Also, she couldn't pass up the opportunity to see Dudley Do-Right squirm.

Unfortunately for Lois, Clark managed to avert his eyes, and turn away when she reached the top. Of course it was only for the sake of his own mental health. He was too close to her, now. If he indulged even a little bit, he'd do something stupid, like grab her and kiss her until she couldn't remember her own name. Then tumble her to the dock and stroke and caress and nibble her body until she was squirming and wet and ready for him-

Oh, God bless it!

If he didn't get his libido under control soon, he was going to need a nice, long cold dip in the lake, as well.

"You can look now, I'm decent." Clark almost snorted. Decent? Ha! She'd probably never been decent a day in her life- at least not since she reached puberty. Clark cautiously turned around, almost afraid that she lied to him. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in when he saw that she was sitting on the edge of the dock, her feet dangling over the edge. He sat down next to her and they both stared at the glassy water, in a comfortable silence. Clark glanced over, the sparkles on her shoes caught his stare- he did a double take and almost moaned.

Her underwear, bra, and shirt were all in a heap next to her heels. She was only wearing her skirt and jacket. "I thought you said you were decent!"

Lois cocked her brow at him. "I am." Then she followed his gaze to her clothes pile and started giggling.

"It's not funny."

"Have you ever worn wet panties?" She asked, innocently. "Not the most comfortable thing in the world."

"You could have put your bra on," the sheriff grumbled, which only made Lois laugh harder.

"Where is the fun in that?" She asked, leaning down on her back. "You know I prefer city life, but the one good thing about the country is you can see the stars. In Metropolis it's all light pollution and smog."

Clark lied down, too and turned his head so his lips were in her ear. "Would you like to take Clark Kent's tour of the galaxy?"

Lois spied him out of the corner of her eye. "Are you coming on to me?"

The sheriff smirked, "believe me Lois, if I was coming on to you, you'd know."

Lois scoffed. "Whatever. Well, get on with the tour, officer."

For the next fifteen minutes Clark pointed out various constellations and planets. Much to her own chagrin Lois had to admit she was having a good time. The only thing she knew about astrology was what the general had taught her and that was strictly for survival purposes, in case she ever, for some reason, got lost in the woods or some remote location.

"Am I boring you?" Clark asked.

"No." Lois replied, truthfully.

"I have a telescope in the barn, I could show you when we get back."

Lois turned on her side to face him, "telescopes are for geeks and stalkers."

Clark didn't reply. He just stared at her for a moment too long then blurted out, "Are you in trouble?"

Lois rolled her eyes and let her shoulders sag. "And we were getting along so well-"

"Answer the question. Are you on the run from someone? Is that it?"

Lois laughed humorlessly. "Give me one good reason to trust you."

"I'm a police officer."

"That's definitely not something that is going to work in your favor, stud."

"Why won't you let me help you?"

"What if I don't need your help?" She sat up, and started collecting her clothes. It was a mistake to get comfortable. She shouldn't have let her guard down. Screw trying to seduce him. It wouldn't work- she was too damn panicky!

"You wanna know how I always know when you're lying?"

That caused Lois to pause, but she didn't respond. Clark took that as a sign to continue. "It's because you hate it. I can see it in your eyes, you despise it to your core, but you do it anyway. Why?"

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Lois accused, scrambling to her feet.

"Then help me understand!" Clark was hot on her heels. He wasn't sure why he was pushing her so hard. He should back off, but he couldn't.

"Just leave me alone!" Lois shrieked.

"I can't!" He screamed back. "I wish I could, but I can't" He grabbed her and twirled her around, pulling her close and trapping her in his arms. He'd never been this physical with someone he hardly knew, before. But there was something about this woman that he couldn't shake.

She glared up at him with defiant eyes, her hair still wet and plastered to her head, but she didn't struggle in his grasp. Her breasts were pressed firmly into his chest; her bare legs were touching his jeans. He positive she could feel how hard he was, but he didn't care, his self-control was completely shattered.

"Just so you know," he whispered, hoarsely, "I'm coming on to you." And before Lois could fully process his words, Clark grabbed the back of her head and did the one thing he'd been dying to do since he'd first laid eyes on Lois Leitz and her fantasy mouth, he kissed her.

TBC

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