Faking It

hapter Five

It Was Only a Kiss…

Lois Lane was no stranger to the art of kissing. She'd been kissed plenty of times, by plenty of men. Hard kisses. Soft kisses. French kisses. Chaste kisses. Hello kisses. Goodbye kisses. She'd thought by this point in her life she'd experienced every kind of kiss there was.

She'd been wrong. Very. Wrong.

Clark Kent's kisses were something she'd never encountered before. Intrusive but not forceful- hard, but not bruising- His ministrations were conniving, sinful, deliberate- coaxing responses out her so easily it made her breathless. His lips moved against hers in slow, calculated caresses, whose sole purpose was to drive her crazy.

Mission accomplished.

He wasn't just devouring her mouth- he was consuming her fear. Her panic. Her sanity. And the worst part was, she liked it. Craved it. He was literally sucking and nipping and kissing the strength right out of her. She latched, tightly onto the collar of his flannel shirt for stability and yanked him closer to her.

He licked aggressively into her mouth, in response, as his possessive fingers dragging up the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist, bunching the fabric of her jacket and slipping underneath it. She gasped as his hands burned her skin. She'd been wrong when she had assumed his hands would be callused. They were surprisingly smooth, as they teasingly worked their way up her torso, turning her blood to fire and her body into a quivering mass of boneless heat.

The pads of his fingers danced across the taut skin of her of belly, exploring the shelf of her ribcage- creeping higher to swell of her perfect breasts. She shivered at the contact, clinging to him, helplessly. This was too much. He was too much. She couldn't think- She couldn't breath- She was felt high. Liberated. Reckless. This was dangerous and wonderful and-

Stupid.

She had to-

"Oh, no you don't!" The Sheriff's husky voice murmured against her lips, when he felt her limbs tensing in his arms. There would be none of that. He wasn't going to allow her to get all keyed up. Not now. With a throaty growl, Clark pushed her gently to the ground, rolling so that she was beneath him. Trapped. One hand massaging her breast while the other was angling her face so that he could make her forget again.

He parted her jacket, forcing the zipper down, peppering her chin and neck and shoulders with wet, moist, open-mouthed kisses. Lingering on the spots that made her groan and pant and wiggle: Below her ear, under her chin, the pulse point on her neck- he memorized those spots, committing them to memory so that he would remember for next time, because there was without a doubt going to be a next time. She was too hot, too beautiful, too enticing. Everything she did was making him that much more addicted to her; the taste of her skin, how she softened against him and mewled as he stroked and petted her. The way her back arched into his body when his fingers gently tweaked her nipple- rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. He yearned for all of it- all of her. This was paradise, just like he knew it would be the first time he caught a glance of that miracle mouth.

When Clark was sure Lois's brain had been thoroughly kissed and fondled back into submission, he pried her knees open by putting one of his massive legs between them. Letting his free hand fall to her thigh, his deft fingers creeping gingerly up the velvety length of her skin-

"See, I knew you just needed to relax." Clark whispered gruffly into her hair, flicking his tongue out to trace the shell of her ear, his palm ventured higher and higher until he felt the cool, black fabric of her skirt hem, at his fingers. Lois moaned and ground her teeth into her bottom lip.

It started bleeding again.

The blood hit her tip of her tongue and just like that everything changed. The reality of what she was doing hit her like a big ass rock right between the eyes. She awoke from her from her enchanted, kiss induced fantasy and everything came flooding back in bright technocolor clarity.

Shit.

Lois grabbed Clark's hair and pulled as hard as she could- the sheriff's head popped up from the valley between her breasts, looking at her in a state of bewilderment and hunger. Lois didn't bother to explain with her words, she'd let her actions do the talking on this one. Once again, the brunette found herself pushing and kicking, trying to escape from Clark Kent's grabby claws. She struggled, making an effort to ease some of his weight off of her so she could wriggle her way out of his grasp. It was like trying to move a brick wall!

"Let me up!"

Clark attempted to soothe her with kisses again, but she wasn't having any of it-it was too late. He'd lost her for good this time. Her brain had officially taken over with a vengeance. Her body was not longer malleable and soft- but stiff and rigid. He saw the trepidation and bemusement reflecting in her narrowed eyes. The desire that had filled them only moments ago had completely dissipated. Leaving one pissed off brunette writhing in his arms, and not in a good way.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked, amusedly his voice still low and gravelly. And Lois couldn't help but shudder at the pleasant sound.

This little detail did not escape Clark's notice and he returned her scowl with a devilish grin. He wasn't ashamed to admit that even in this state, he still wanted her. Lois Leitz was one sexy woman when she was angry.

"Far away from you!" She spat. Although it was clear her body, completely disagreed with this sentiment. She was going to have to have a very long talk with her hormone when this was all over.

"Give me one good reason why I should let you up?"

"Because if you don't," her voice was sickeningly sweet and menacing, "you'll lose a very important appendage!" She swiftly raised one of her knees, making good on her threat, but Clark shifted his body with such lightening quick reflexes Lois, thought she was seeing things. God, she was starting to hallucinate! Definitely time to go!

Sighing heavily, the Sheriff rolled off of her, before Lois could resort to real physical violence and end up breaking her hand or worse- he knew she wanted him. Why was she fighting it?

Lois was on her feet in a flash- readjusting her leather jacket and mini skirt, it was a good thing she had no shame- and obviously, no sense too! God, what the hell was wrong with her! She was definitely blaming the beer for this one. She could have ruined everything-

Fuck.

She was such an idiot! A sexually starved, idiot. Just because she hadn't gotten laid in- awhile- was no excuse. She had absolutely no justification for her actions except- God, the way that man kissed her! And touched her and how good he felt- everything! He was just-

Trouble, Lois, reminded herself firmly, big sexy trouble! You knew from the beginning he was going to be nothing but a thorn in your side.

Clark was still lying on the ground watching the expressions on her face change while she hastily scooped up her clothes and shoes. "Even after all of that, you still don't trust me?" He asked her.

Lois had to bite her tongue. He was baiting her. He was trying to get a rise out of her so he could take advantage of the situation and kiss her again and if that happened- well, maybe she could trust him- maybe if she told him everything- explained about her mother and Lucy and Chloe and their plans- maybe-

No. No. No. Jesus Christ!

It was thinking stupid things like this that got you caught and thrown in a federal state prison! She couldn't trust him. He wouldn't understand. He was a cop. They had a duty to serve and protect the public- from people like her- and Chloe and Lucy.

Lois Lane had no illusions about herself or her family. She knew exactly what she was- what her family was. Her mother had never sugar coated anything for her- they were a family of grifters, conning is what they did- and Lois didn't know how to do anything else, but keep going- keep moving.

Newton's First Law of Motion: An object in motion will stay in motion-

She had to stop dwelling and focus!

Returning her attention to the present, Lois barked humorlessly. "What do mean after all of that? We just fooled around a little." She shrugged, nonchalantly. "I'm chalking this one up to alcohol poisoning."

"There you go lying again," Clark was on his feet now, advancing toward her, in long angry strides.

The flustered brunette took a giant leap back and held out her hand. "Stop right there, officer cop-a-feel."

Clark obeyed, giving her an exasperated look. "Don't pretend you didn't feel it too!"

"Feel what?" She shrieked. "We had a little fun, Sheriff it didn't mean anything!" She wished she had some Tums with her- her chest was on fire.

"Didn't I already explain to you why you couldn't lie to me? I can see right through you Lois- every time."

The veracity of his words terrified her. For God's sake she'd only laid eyes on the man a few hours ago! Why did she feel like some invisible force was pulling her toward him? A part of her brain was telling her to bolt- get the hell out of dodge before she did something unforgivable. Every instinct her mother had pounded into her head from birth was on high alert. She was definitely in the red zone and she had to get out.

Run!

However, the rebellious side of her nature was what was keeping her bare feet glued to the ground. She'd never felt such an instant connection to someone before- she didn't do "relationships," except when it came to family. And even then- there was no one she really depended on, quite the contrary actually- it was her family who relied on her. She was the rock. The glue that kept them safe and together- not that she'd been doing a stellar job of it, lately.

Lucy getting in over her head with loan sharks and Chloe playing big sister- like it was her job-

Why did she want to trust this man? She didn't even trust herself!

"You're being awful quiet," Clark whispered. Lois realized that while she'd been deep in thought, Sheriff Kent had taken advantage of her distraction and was now closing in on her. Fast. Like a shark circling it's prey. "Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" He asked, gently.

"And has anyone ever told you, you should mind your own business?" "Lois answered, tepidly. Like she was one to talk, but he didn't need to know that.

Clark smiled lazily. "Sure they have," he was still inching forward, and Lois forced her legs to stay still. Do not panic! Do not panic! "Doesn't mean I listen."

"Ditto." She whispered, because his face was now inches away from hers and she could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

"Will you answer one question for me- truthfully?" He locked his gaze onto hers, trapping her in his depthless sea green orbs. Lois couldn't tell if they were more blue or green at the moment.

"Depends on the question." She gulped, when one of his hands reached up and smoothed a wet tendril of hair behind her ear.

"Fair enough." His voice dropped an octave and Lois shivered, involuntarily leaning in to his touch. Thank God, she wasn't wearing any panties because the look he was giving her would have scorched them right off in a blink of an eye!

"What's the question?" She asked, breathlessly. She was both excited and petrified that he was going to kiss her again.

"What's your major?"

She definitely hadn't seen that one coming. She'd expected more damsel-in-distress scenarios that alluded to her being a hooker on the run from her abusive pimp or something- just what exactly was he playing at?

Why did he want to know that? How was it relevant? Did he think he could find more information about her, if he knew her "major?"

In reality, she did actually have a degree. It wasn't anything special just a B.A., but she was proud of herself for earning it. Lord, knew it had taken her a long time. Money issues and her current employment status, coupled with the fact that her "permanent" address changed on a monthly basis, didn't exactly leave her a lot of studying time.

She'd attended a plethora of universities over the years- until finally giving up on the concept of having a "normal college experience" and ended up finishing her degree online. Not that it had done her a lot of good, so far. Sure, she'd fallen back on it when she needed to make ends meet. Hell, she'd even gotten the attention of a very prestigious franchise. They'd offered her a position several times in the last couple of years. And each time she'd been tempted- so tempted!

God, she wanted it. She wanted it bad- but working there meant a real career- a real life. Stability. And Lois Lane couldn't afford that luxury. Besides, it would have ended up being another big fat lie- well a paradox actually. A woman who had spent her entire life living from one lie to the next having a successful career in a field that was all about uncovering the truth? Ha! What a joke. She still couldn't understand why she'd chosen that particular major to begin with. It was probably the mutinous part of her that was drawn to it- the part of her that whispered in her ear at night to leave her cousin and sister, and forge her own path in the world- the part of her that urged her to breakaway and free herself-

Because Clark had been right, she did hate lying and if felt almost cathartic when she was able to track down and lead and discover the truth-

Lois shook away her thoughts and sucked on her bottom lip for a long moment. She didn't even have to wrestle with herself on whether or not to lie. The truth just fell out of her mouth, involuntarily like vomit.

"Journalism."

Then before she could let the emotions in her face give her away, she spun around and took off, jogging toward the road.

Clark didn't go after her this time.

Clark super sped the rest of the way to the farmhouse beating Lois there by a good fifteen minutes. His mother had been in bed for hours by now and Tilly was sleeping the couch, sprawled out on her stomach, one of her legs hanging over the edge, snoring quietly. He couldn't help but smile. Like father like daughter. Gently, turning the child on her back, Clark bent down and picked her up, trying not to jostle her too much.

He was already going to get bombarded with questions tomorrow about why he'd left her at grandma's after they're visit to the Metropolis, without an explanation. Sometimes his little girl was way too curious for her own good. Sometimes she acted a little too grown up for tastes. He always had to keep reminding himself she was only six and she was still just a kid. His kid. His world.

Tilly gurgled and fidgeted in his arms. "Daddy?"

"Shhh. Sweetheart. Go back to sleep." She nodded faintly, already half way unconscious, as he sped them home.

Living in an apartment above a coffee shop wasn't exactly the most ideal place of residence in Smallville. But it was big enough for him and Tilly and it didn't put a profound dent in his wallet. Small town Sheriffs didn't exactly rack in the cash.

Clark kicked a few boxed out of his way and laid Tilly down in her bed and tucked her in. They'd only moved in a few months ago. They'd been living with his mom since Tilly was born, but his daughter had informed him that they needed their own place.

In hindsight, Clark was beginning to wonder if his daughter's sudden, enthusiastic push for a place of their own was some kind of contrived plot to get him a bachelor pad. Who wanted to bring a potential wife candidate back to their mom's house? Of course, bringing one back to an apartment that was also inhabited by your young daughter wasn't really step up. But of course, Tilly wouldn't have considered that. In her mind it was probably a plus. She'd yet to meet one person in this town that was immune to her signature charms.

Clark kissed the top of his daughter's forehead. "Sweet dreams, sweetie. Don't let the bed bugs bite."

He closed the curtain between Tilly's room and his room, which also happened to be the great room. He knew sleep would elude him tonight- every time he closed her eyes he saw her face and felt her skin and tasted her mouth-

Clark ran his fingers through his hair roughly. He was sure she was in trouble and he was sure that a part of her wanted to confess to him what it was- he just wasn't sure if really wanted to know the truth, now or not.

He'd learned the hard way that ignorance was usually bliss- at least when it came to his personal life. And somehow over the past twelve hours Lois Leitz had become a part of his.

He didn't know why he'd asked her that particular question. He that if he'd asked her anything too personal was just going to make her clam up again- he just wanted her to tell him something real. And she had.

It was strange and wonderful having something in common with her. It was also very ironic that a woman who had probably spent a majority of her life lying had majored in a field that was based on finding out the truth.

She had definitely surprised him, with that one.

Clark reclined onto the couch that was also his bed and put his hands behind his head staring up at the glow in the dark stickers Tilly had insisted on putting them on every inch of the ceiling.

She explained to him that she couldn't see the stars here like she could at the farm so she had to improvise. In the dim green light, Clark tried his best focus on sleep and not think of Lois.

When Lois finally made it back to the farm, her heart was still pounding in her ears and her feet hurt like hell. She pushed the door open and Chloe and Lucy were standing there, arms crossed, wearing identical glares. If Lois had had the energy she would have laughed.

"Where were you! I've been trying to call you all night!" Chloe cried, taking in her older cousin's appearance. "What the hell happened to you? Why are you all wet?"

Lois collapsed into the nearest chair. "I went for a dip in the lake." She stated.

Chloe pursed her lips "There's a lake? What lake?"

Lucy scoffed. "You look like you were mugged!" The younger woman stepped forward and began to pick wayward blades of grass and dirt from her sister's hair. "What did you do? Roll around in the dirt afterwards?"

Lois cleared her throat uncomfortably, "something like that- I kind of, um, ran into the sheriff."

Chloe and Lucy exchanged glances. "And?" Chloe prompted.

"And it looks like he's been doing some snooping- he has friends at Met U and guess what? There's no record of Lois Leitz in their system."

"Oh, god!"

"Don't worry." Lois waved her hand as if the information she'd just shared was irrelevant. "He doesn't know a damn thing. He just thinks he does. Trust me. The guy has a total hero complex and apparently his delusional mind pegged me as the perfect distressing damsel."

"So he definitely knows something's up?" Lucy shot a worried look at the door, like Clark might bust it down at any moment and arrest them all.

"With me, at least." Lois confirmed. "I think you should work your magic cuz and get us into the Met U system, ASAP, just to cover our asses."

The blonde nodded in agreement already walking to her computer. The younger Lane was still studying her sister with a skeptical gaze. "So, did you and the sheriff get into a rumble or something?"

Lois became very interested in her feet. "I suppose you could call it that- there was yelling and hitting and-"

"Holy shit you had sex with him didn't you!" Lucy accused, pointing a damning finger at the dirt covered brunette.

"No!" Lois popped up out of her seat, like she'd just been struck. "No! I did NOT have sex with him!"

Lucy cocked an eyebrow, "but something did happen- didn't it?"

Lois shrugged, "It was nothing." She felt a knot start to twist in her chest. "It was only a kiss." She lied.

TBC

A/N: Please leave me some love...Or you know not love..But remember hate is a strong word even if you really, really, really, didn't like it...And I'm a sensitive soul..