Ruby Recollections

TITLE: Ruby Recollections AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 5 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. I also apologies for the tardiness of my update and unfortunately cannot guarantee doing better in the future. This is about the 4th draft of this chapter (which is very unusual for me), the damn thing just wouldn't do what I wanted it to... I don't know if it has, but... I had a start, have an ending, the journey in between is just a little bumpy and not as straightforward as I had originally envisioned, so I hope you will bear with me. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER FIVE Lois woke and felt herself alone in his bed for the second time. She was going to have a chat about that to him at some point, but then thought better of it as she looked out the window and realized it was already late morning. She had slept in. She sat up, threw aside the covers and stretched, her body letting her know that she had been over doing things with a few aches and some stiffness. She got up and although she could see her bag, she slipped into one of his shirts. It was so large that it covered her almost as effectively as a robe. "If I'm gonna have such a freakin' tall boyfriend I might as well enjoy the perks." She rationalized although that didn't explain why she pressed the collar to her nose and inhaled deeply. Lois did a little double take when she realized how easily she had categorized Clark as her boyfriend, even in her head. She also wondered where he was. She rummaged through her purse and found her mobile and called The Daily Planet. Her story had gone out in the early morning edition along with Metropolis PD to arrest Simon Finch. The paper was in its second printing, but the police and other interested law enforcement agencies had not been so successful. Simon Finch was still at large. He had somehow managed to bypass the surveillance that had been put on him after Perry had notified the authorities. He had not been in his penthouse apartment when the cops had shown up, arrest warrant in hand. Perry assured her Finch would be apprehended, it was only a matter of time with the amount of agencies looking for him. She asked him to contact her of anything changed and to tell Chloe she was at the Kent farm when she arrived back later that day. She reminded him of his promise to let her do any follow-up stories. Her editor agreed and confirmed his promise before telling her to take it easy and that he had to go because he had a paper to run even in the absence of his star reporter. She smiled, pleased at the inferred compliment and bid him goodbye. Her stomach made a small sound of dissatisfaction and told her she was hungry and she had been since she had woken up. She opened his bedroom door and a smile slid onto her lips as the smell of pancakes wafted to her. She followed her nose down the hall and stairs to the kitchen. The waking up alone thing wasn't optimum but having someone cook for her in the morning was something a girl could get used to. She peered into the kitchen to find him bare-chested, wearing a pair of blue sweats and nothing else. The radio was on and playing something obscure and country, but not unpleasant. She had never quite appreciated how hard a body Clark actually had and she took a moment to do so, leaning against the doorframe. He was lean and buff, well defined without being bulky. He seemed to consist of a collection of smooth hairless planes and curves without a mark or blemish that she could remember. She smiled to herself, making a note to double check that thoroughly at her earliest convenience. Clark smiled as he flipped another pancake and heard Lois get up. He told himself he hadn't been consciously waiting to hear her rise, but his super hearing had been focused. He had been very tempted to stay right where he was when he'd woken up at the crack of dawn as was his usual want to find slender arms draped over his side and across his chest, a shapely leg curled slightly around his with a warm, feminine body pressed firmly against his back and buttocks. Her slow, steady slumbering breathing pressed the firm, pillows of her breasts against the lower part of his shoulder blades and then she snuggled against his neck, her hair tickling him just a little. Moving carefully, he made sure his alarm clock wouldn't go off and wake her. It took him a while to extricate himself from her and he grabbed a pair of sweats from his dresser and slipped into them. He reached for the doorknob, but turned as she stirred behind him, a smile slipping onto his lips. It was a little hard to reconcile the always bustling and feisty reporter with the early morning sun kissed woman lying asleep and serene in his bed, the covers not quite covering her, but he concentrated on her face, ignoring her other charms on display. She looked like an angel, calm and innocent. He waked across his room and quietly closed the curtain properly before the sun could hit her face. He had seen the relish she'd taken with his breakfast the day before and although it might be setting a dangerous president he decided to cook her breakfast again. He'd hoped she'd sleep longer, but this was Lois, the expected didn't really apply to her. He knew she was leaning against the doorframe to the kitchen. He had heard her pad barefoot down the stairs, but he could also feel her eyes on his back. "Make yourself useful and grab some plates and cutlery. The juice is in the refrigerator and glasses are in the cupboard in the right corner, food's almost ready." He instructed without turning as he slid the pancake on top of the stack he'd already made and checked the eggs he was frying. "Aye aye, Captain." She responded with heavy sarcasm and he caught her sassy salute out of the corner of his eye. She did none of the things he asked her to, but instead came over to him and wrapped her arms his waist and rested her cheek between his shoulder blades. She felt warm and good and he wasn't really in a position to complain. "Good morning, Lois." He greeted her. "That's better. Good morning, Clark." She returned his greeting, lifting her cheek and pressing her lips to his skin. His dick stirred, sliding against the material of his sweats as it stiffened in response to the feel of her against him. He smelled better than the mouthwatering breakfast he was making for them and tightened her arms around him before letting go and rounding up things he'd asked her to get. She felt her stomach tighten and it had nothing to with her growing hunger as she eyed the food he had prepared for them. "Hope you like 'em sunny side up." He hoped as he slid the eggs onto her plate. "I'm easy..." she started, but stopped at his smirk and slightly raised eyebrow. "Get your mind out of the gutter. As, I was saying, I'm easy. In the Lane household our only preference was not burned to a crisp." She finished after admonishing him. He slid his own eggs onto a plate and then put the pan in the sink before returning to the table with the stack of pancakes. She poured them juice and then they tucked in She sat back, her hunger sated, their dishes in the sink and a fresh cup of coffee in front of her and looked at Clark across the table as he sipped at his steaming mug. "So... Do you have a problem sleeping with me or just waking up with me?" she asked semi-seriously. "It's the snoring, sounds like I'm in bed with a lumberjack." He responded glibly with a straight face. "I certainly do not!" she protested stridently and watched as his lips twitched and he lost the battle with his amusement and laughed. She tossed her napkin at him and he only laughed louder. Lois half rose and he held up his hand to stall the recriminations he was sure she was about to shower him with as he got his mirth under control. "Relax, Lois. It's got nothing to do with you. I promise. I'm an early riser. It comes with living on a farm all your life and you look so sweet and peaceful when you're a sleep it feels like a sin to wake you. There's nothing I would like more than to have you wake up in my arms. It just hasn't worked out that way... Yet." He explained, realizing that it was quite true. He watched as she fought not to smile. "Nice recovery, Clark, but I don't think its gong to be enough." She told him as she pushed her chair back and started around the table. "Enough?" he wondered. "No, not enough." She reiterated and he caught a mischievous, sultry look in her eye. "Oh, not enough." He repeated with a tone of understanding and pushed his seat back as she stepped over his legs and settled onto his lap. Lois slipped her arms around his neck and shifted closer to him, feeling him grow as she trapped him between their torsos. "Is this enough?" Clark asked as he wrapped his arms around the small of her back and she shook her head. He leaned forward and kissed the spot where her neck met her shoulder and then raised his head again. "This?" he asked and again she shook her head. He planted a series of kisses up along the column of her neck to behind her ear and she sighed softly. "Is this enough?" he asked again, but into the shell of her ear. She paused slightly and then slowly shook her head again her hair tickling his cheek as she did and slowly shifted on his lap, rubbing against him. Clark groaned softly and then slid his hands up her back until he can wind his fingers into her hair, cupping her head and guiding her lips to his. They kissed hungrily, lips sucking and sliding before tongues twined and fenced with passionate agility. She sucked and then nipped at his lower lip as she broke the kiss he had initiated. "Is that enough?" he asked once more. "Almost... Almost, but not quite." She replied verbally this time, her voice a low and sultry purr. He chuckled and grasping her waist, lifted her off his lap and onto the edge of the table. Lois yelped and reached behind her and lifted his still steaming mug of coffee into view before shifting out of harms way. "Hot." She stated in explanation. "You are that." He quipped and she rolled her eyes before laughing. "Smooth, Smallville, real smooth." She noted. "Now where were we?" She mused, putting a long, slender finger to her lips and the most vapidly thoughtful expression she could muster on her face while she undid the buttons to the shirt she wore. She was a little surprised at her wantonness. She was forward and pushy about many things in her life, but until recently, until with him, sex had not been one of them. She didn't really give it too much thought though as a little thrill went through her as he reached for her. Clark watched her with amusement and growing arousal as she revealed the shadowed valley of her cleavage and then reached forward to brush away her hand to complete the task of undoing the rest of the buttons himself. With, that done, he slid his hands onto the toned ridges of her belly, testing the smooth skin and firm muscles before shifting either side of the now loose shirt away to reveal her sculpted, porcelain form underneath. He lowered his lips and kissed her just below her breasts, his forehead resting lightly on the firm, warm globes before he trailed his lips lower. She murmured his name and her felt her fingers run through his hair as he circled her bellybutton with his tongue before dipping it into the convoluted depression. Her felt her shudder a little against his lips as she drew in a deep ragged breath before he moved lower, sliding off his seat and onto his knees between her legs. He lifted each in turn, kissing and nuzzling at the inside of her thighs before draping them over his shoulder. He licked his lips as the sweet, spicy aroma of her arousal tantalized his nose and he saw her folds were swollen and glistening with moisture. He ran his tongue lightly through her folds, delving between them to find the source of her sweet nectar. Her back arched and her calves and heels pressed into his back as she pressed herself against his mouth with a gasped moan. He lapped his way up her slit to circle the little button of her clit before engulfing it in his mouth and nursing lightly at it. Clark felt his dick strain against the material of his sweat pants as if drawn to her heat as she told him how good what he was doing felt. Her voice had that special timbre he was absolutely starting to adored, low, breathy and with a sort of tension to it. It was both an encouragement and a challenge and just so very Lois. Lois started to buck slightly as Clark's talented mouth sent sparks and shivers of pleasure up her spine, making it tighten and arch. The sweet tension in her belly started to mount and multiply making her intimate flesh clench and flex against itself with need. His mouth on her clit was a delicious torture that lanced fire from his touch to her brain. He ran his hands up over her hips and she captured them and guided them to her breasts, which he fondled and squeezed warmly before concentrating on her erect, straining, tingling nipples. She clutched at his strong arms as his stimulation send crackling surges of delight tumbling up and down her body, setting her skin a blaze, yet making her shiver at the same time. She could feel the tide of her climax steadily rising as he continued to lap at her folds, occasionally delving into her channel, working his tongue into her writhing flesh or nursing at her clit with gentle, but insistent peat and pressure. She moaned heavily, the sound ringing in her ears and she bit at her lip to stifle it. Her heels drummed and then pressed hard into the hard, unyielding muscles of his back as she thrust herself up against his pleasure-giving mouth as it set off a mini-orgasm that had her gasping and panting in enjoyment while trying to maintain control. It was a small release, a precursor, enjoyable, but only a tease, a tantalizing preview of what was to come. She wanted to reach that Promised Land, but she wanted him inside her when she did. "Enough... Enough...Stop!" she told him in a strident voice, reaching fro his face and pulling him up towards her. Her legs slipped off his shoulders, but didn't fall to the floor as she wrapped them lightly around his waist. His lips, chin and cheeks glistened with her juices and she watched as he licked his lips and then collected her cream off his face with his fingers and lick those clean too. "I usually don't have desert with my breakfast, but you are just yummy." He informed her before flashing her a smile. One of his hands still rested on her breast, his thumb rolling her nipple almost unconsciously. "Enough?" he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. "No." she answered definitively, quickly, almost before the words had left his mouth. "You're contradicting yourself, Lois." He stated with a smug grin. "I know. I just don't seem to be able to help myself." She admitted as she sat up and he let his hand drop from her breast. Clark could see desire in her eyes and it spurred on his own, his dick, twitching and pressing at his sweats with each strong beat of his heart. He almost sighed in relief when she reached forward and carefully stretched the waistband of his sweats to pull it down past his throbbing erection, freeing it. She set her feet on the floor and dragged his pants down to his knees. "Sit back down, Big Boy." She urged, her voice a velvet caress almost as warm and soft as her hand on his chest, which she used to reinforce her request with a gentle push. He sat down as she slid off the table and with a negligent seeming shrug let his shirt slide off her shoulders to flutter towards the linoleum floor, but she caught it before it hit. He feasted on her beauty. He had never thought of himself as that kind of guy, but he found that he was lusting after her. He wanted to be inside her, feel her around him. Clark reached for her hips, wanting to pull her close and remove the little distance that separated them, but she swatted them away. "Uh uh." She said coyly waggling a finger in front of his face. Lois dropped the shirt and settled on her knees before him, her hands on his knees for balance. "I'd like some desert too." Lois informed him, her tongue making a slow, suggestive circuit of her lips. He groaned and she chuckled as she walked her fingers up along the tops of his thighs. She shifted a little closer, her breasts brushing his knees before her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and her lips hovered over him, her breath hot and ticklish on his dickhead. She loved the way he was looking at her, desire radiating off him in scorching waves as she slowly extended her tongue and touched it to the tip of his penis, collecting the dollop of clear, thick liquid that had formed there. She ran his tongue down her length and the snaked it back up, feeling him shiver slightly. His hands hovered over her head as she broke eye contact with him to slowly wrap her lips around his dick and suck it into his mouth. She felt hr lips stretch to accommodate his girth, his hot flesh throbbing against them as she slowly took more of him into her mouth. She heard him draw in a heavy breath through his nose and then let it whistle out through his compressed lips as she bobbed her head and stroked his cock in unison. Clark clenched his ass and gritted his teeth with a deep groan as Lois bathed his cock in liquid heat and sliding pressure. It felt good, really good and he let his fingers carefully slide through her hair and draw it away from her face so he could view the amazing spectacle of her lips stretched around his dick and slowly sliding up and down his length while her hand squeezed and twisted while stroking the part of him not in her mouth. He massaged her scalp, barely managing to stop himself from thrusting into her mouth or pressing her onto him. He praised and encouraged her, his hips rocking slightly in response to her sucking mouth, swirling tongue and squeezing, sliding hand. She felt his finger rake through her hair as he brushed it out of her face and gathered it on top of her head. His fingertips massaged her scalp, not quite pressing her down on him, but close. She didn't mind though as she took deeper breaths and tried to relax her throat in preparation for trying to take him deeper. So, she was a little surprise when his fingers reversed themselves and he almost drags her mouth off him. Her eyes rose to his face finding his jaw set, his eyes narrowed and the muscles of his neck hard and corded. She watched his Adam's apple bob and then his eyes open fully again, to meet hers, bright and clear. "Sorry... I couldn't... But, I needed you to stop or..." he explained softly, letting his hand slide down to cup her cheek, his thumb lightly sliding over her full lips. Lois opened her mouth and lightly caught his thumb between her teeth, applying light pressure before letting go. "I wouldn't have minded." She told him, her tongue tracing the echo of his touch on her lips. "I know, but that isn't what I want... It isn't... Enough." He informed her mimicking Lois' words. "So... What do you want, Clark?" she queried with a coy tilt to her head. He didn't respond, but his strong hands were suddenly under her arms and lifting to her feet. Lois would have even sworn that for a moment he lifted her clear off her feet if it wasn't an impossible, but then she was straddling his legs and hovering over his twitching, saliva coated erection. She guided him through her folds and to her entrance, settling him in place before resting her arms on his broad shoulders, her fingers lightly caressing the nape of his neck. Her nipples grazed his chest as they both breathed deeply and his strong hand caressed the curve of her hips. Clark searched her eyes, feeling the heat of her sex radiating onto his. "Is this what you want?" she asked softly, letting some of her weight lower onto him, letting herself start to stretch, beginning to start the process of inviting him into her. "Yes. I want you, Lois. I..." he admitted, but she cut his admission short, dragging a heavy moan from him as she sank down onto him in a single, steady, gravity-assisted movement. Her own breath hitched and then whooshed out of her in a gasp as the lance of his shaft parted her flesh, filling and stretching her, sliding through her slippery, but tensely flexing channel with delicious friction that set her molten core alight and a frenzy of pleasurable sparks arching across her nerves. Lois settled on his lap and he let his hands slip off her hips to cup the firm round globes of her buttocks. She rocked slightly, adjusting to him, her sex a warm, rippling caress along his length. She nibbled along the strong line of his jaw and then found his lips to initiate a deep, probing kiss, her arms tightening around his neck, her breasts flattening against his chest as she tried to become one with him. He rhythmically fondled her ass as their lips parted and they nuzzled, sucked and lapped at the sides of each other necks. "Enough?" he queried into the shell of her ear as they ground together. "It will be, Clark. It will be." She informed him as she rose, dragging her hot, clutching flesh up his length and started to ride him. "Yes it will." He breathed as he let her set the pace and matched her rhythm with thrust of his own. His hands left her ass and slid along the smooth skin of her back, allowing her to lean back and his head to dip and bury his face in the ample pillows of her breasts, breathing in her sweet scent before exploring her firm flesh with his lips, teeth and tongue. Her nails dragged across his shoulders and then his neck as she pressed him to her breast as he found a hard, distended nipple and suckled at it. Pleasure surged into her breast to join the cracking arches rocketing up her spine as their bodies collided with a wet slap that drew a soft cry from her. The tsunami wave of her climax grew with uncontrollable speed, drawing energy from him as well as her, making her muscles quiver, making her lose co-ordination, but he seemed to know just how to compensate, keeping his thick, stretching, filling shaft driving to her core again and again and again. It was a bittersweet synchronicity as it prolonged, but also hurried her climax along. Her cries grew louder as her climax got closer, her flesh more sensitive, the strain and sweet tension a delicious torture. Eventually his strokes grew shorter and faster, more grind and less thrust. Clark felt his balls tighten, churning his chest heaved as he dragged in air, trying to maintain control as he felt her sex pulse around him. His nerves sang with joy, one beat of his heart begging for release, the next challenging him to keep going. Her torso slid against his, a warm, smooth caress. He lifted his head from her breast to find her face a picture of strained rapture, eyes wide and unfocused, lips parted, teeth bared and her skin flushed, perfection in passion. The sight of her, the feel of her and all the desire and emotion that she stirred in him was just too much. He felt the blessing and curse of his control slip away. "Lois." He breathlessly whispered her name both as awed benediction and dire warning and then a cry ripped from his throat as he threw back his head and thrust up into her, his back arching to a vibrating, taut bow as he erupted inside her. He clutched at her shoulders, pulling her down onto him as his hips bucked with each surge of ejaculation. He poured himself into her, not just physically, but also everything he felt for her. He had the crystal clear realization that as enjoyable as it was physically, what he shared with her was so much more; how it was something he had truly believed he would never again have after Lana. He felt a wild, gleeful laughter boiling up inside him along with a relief that had nothing to do with the release of his climax, only to find himself panting and not having the breath to voice it. But, he knew it was there and he allowed it to galvanize into a decision. A, decision, he had thought he'd already made, but he now could actually see himself committing to. Win or lose, with all the complications and hard choices it entailed, he was going to try to be with Lois. Lois heard him whisper her name before he slammed up into her with more force than he had before, his body going rigid to the point of vibrating against hers. The liquid heat of his essence filled her in hot splashes. His hands grasped at her shoulders and pulled her down onto him as he humped up against her, her clit mashing against the base of his cock. She had been poised near or on the edge of release for what felt like forever and seeing and feeling his animalistic climax, knowing that she had a hand in it pushed her over the edge. Her body shuddered in response and the wave of her climax broke, a pounding, relentless wall of bliss that swamped her senses and washed away everything else. She seemed to float on that swirling current of pleasure for an eternity, feeling its tide rise and ebb, surrendering to it, yet gently tethered and safely anchored to her lover, to Clark Kent. A quiet, calm voice told her that this is how it was meant to be. When all those stories talked about the one, this was what they meant. A cold shadow of fear crept across her at the idea and as suddenly the sun blazed and obliterated it as she saw the way he looked at her. She would fight for this. She would surrender to this. She wanted it. This was it. It wasn't what she had been looking for, but this was definitely it. She felt a weight lift off her heart, which she had never even truly understood was there just before reality snapped back into place and she found herself limply resting against his heaving chest, her head on his shoulder, and his cock slowly shrinking out of her. His hands were slowly stroking her hair and back, a gently, soothing, comfortable, repetitive touch and she pressed her lips to his skin and let them curve into a smile. Clark felt her shudders grow further apart and less intense and finally fade away and her body went limp against his as the tension drained her for a moment as he held her, stroking her back and hair. He felt her regain control as her channel clutched at his retreating, shrinking shaft and he lips pressed warm and soft against his skin. "Enough?" he whispered and she lifted her head, raking her hair out of her eyes. "For now. For now, Clark." She responded as she felt him chuckle slightly and finally slip free of her even though her sex clutched at him in a last ditch attempt to keep him within her. TO BE CONTINUED