Semper fidelis

Author: Shatzen
Rated: R to NC-17
Pairing: CLOIS

Summary:
The action takes place 5 years after SV’s last season. Clark and Lois work for DP, though the are not partners. Lois is the best reporter in Metropolis, she chases story after story. And there are several topics in Metropolis to write about: the Luthor’s political connections compared to the business connections of the members of the City Council, the ecological scandal that occurred deep in the country, in Kansas state and the dozens (if not hundreds) of Meteofreaks it caused, and finally -The Justice League. After revealing some dangerous secrets Lois has to give herself under protection of the man she never thought she would have to ask for help. But the security and safety matter does not come without the prize.

The story has a lot of warnings, just in case, I'm not sure if it would go that far, certainly it won't get any further. This is just a regular adult story, nothing too drastic I hope.

A tiny announcement:
The idea of the story is based on the challenge posted by Klandarf2007. It is also based on the challenge I submitted myself few months ago. I’ve decided to play along with that a little.
This is not only the first fic, but also the first story I have written in my entire life. I’m not an English native speaker, though I thought about the fic in English. Despite the obvious language mistake I make, the Dear Reader, may have the impression that what sounds right in my head, doesn’t necessary sound right when read by the third person. SO feedback (good or bad) appreciated, I’m not picky.

Special thanks to Kelter Dai, Sunflowercyn, ADuarte03.

A Prologue (R, for safety reasons)

Lois tried to stretch her legs under the big desk she was sitting at. Maybe wearing high heels wasn’t such a good idea… her ankles were a little bit swollen after being cuffed for so many hours.

“Well, you should have thought about it before leaving home in that ridiculous power suit, Lane”.

Power suits, high heels, and fishnets wasn’t really her thing, yet as uncomfortable as they were, she knew that they were doing the job when it came to keeping man attention.

For as long as they were distracted with her body, they were not able to focus on what they were revealing to her. The job was done then.
Her job… she gave a tired look to an enormous amount of paper lying on her desk. Paper work wasn’t really her thing. She couldn’t help herself just to storm out from the office to do some more research instead of doing her paperwork. Therefore, she couldn’t believe how much of arrears she had.

She turned around on her chair just to avoid the unpleasant view of her desk. She tried to massage her stiffened neck by rubbing it, but she immediately stopped it due to sharp pain she felt on her wrists. She had forgotten that her wrists were sore too.

The view of her wrists gave her a glimpse of what she’d been desperately trying to forget. The images she saw when closing her eyes, the more frightening darkness when she had her eyes locked by a plastic tape, the cold wet floor she was sitting at, the sounds of electricity, the bitter taste in her mouth and the overwhelming smell of burned skin.

Suddenly she felt sick and needed to resist the urge of puking.

She covered her mouth with the handcuff of her expensive suit.

The smell of her own perfume did well for her senses. It reminded her another soothing smell she had felt that night. It had been the smell of almost pure adrenaline, mixed only with a tiny hint of fear. The warm masculine smell she had felt so comforted with quickly turned into the smell of man’s arousal.

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She didn’t want to admit to herself that the Mad Dog Lane would ever feel both threatened and secured by the freelancer from Nowheresville, who picked up a couple of journalism classes at MetU and then happened to be accidentally recruited by Perry for some secret reason only known by her boss.

The fact that the newbie was someone she used to refer as a friend wasn’t helping either.

“A person she used to refer as a friend” was just an accurate name for Clark Kent. The American golden boy from Smallville who happened to be her cousin’s best friend and Chloe’s secret love had vanished from her life almost 6 years ago.

All that she heard about him during the years were his detailed reports from various parts of the world, written in a rough style but filled with discreetly revealed passion. He had been writing about the diversity of Europe, the UN Peace Corp. in the Mid-East, the work of various charity organizations in Africa, the harshness and the beauty of living in Siberia, the discipline and integrity of Far East versus the intensity of life in South America.

Personally, she liked the Australian stories most. Published at some random websites, referring to the simplicity of native Australians’ life, they were filled with mystery and depth she had never suspected him of having.

She wasn’t upset at him for not contacting her. Unlike Chloe, who tended to analyze every piece of extremely rare information she got from Mrs. Kent, she understood that he must have had his own reasons for leaving Smallville as well as all his past behind him. She subconsciously knew that his ex girl- friend Lana wasn’t part of Clark’s destiny.

Lana had left Smallville too. She was married to one of her old high school friend named Pete Ross, who was now one of the best lawyers in Washington, and had recently given birth to a healthy boy named Clark.


“Yeah well, Lana finally has something that she wanted for her entire live: a family she can care for.” She also knew Lana was more than a soccer mom while she had been running the Isis foundation. Built from the money her ex-husband had given her, the Isis foundation served for Mr. and Mrs. Ross as the attempt of revenge on Lex Luthor. “The attempt” was also an accurate word, because Lois had learned during the years that Lex was too powerful to be beaten by any kind of mortal man. She had learned that when he fired her cousin Chloe from the DP.

She had known that ruining other people’s life was his special ability since she discovered some links between Lex and her former boyfriend, Grant Gabriel. The memory of Grant always comes with a huge bulge of guilt down her stomach. Shortly after she had threatened Lex with a gun six years ago, the young reporter was killed in the middle of the busy street, in front of one of the most elegant and expensive restaurant in Metropolis. She felt guilty that despite her greatest attempts and several other Lex’s sins successfully prevented and revealed, she wasn’t able to send him to prison for murder.

Though protecting her cousin from total destruction was one of Lois’ great successes, she had never won back Chloe’s trust. She was bounded with her cousin with a true love, even stronger than the one bounding her with her own sister Lucy, she knew that the days of the innocence of their relationship were lost and gone. She became calmer, more self- confident and self-centered and her witty comments turned into pure sarcasm. The most important thing was that Chloe moved out to Star City where she was working for Oliver Queen.

Oliver Queen wasn’t just another love of Lois Lane. He was the biggest and the most famous one. During the years, Lois was able to observe all Ollie’s attributes she loved in men. He was brave, strong- minded, intelligent and devoted to his work. On the other hand, there had been always something missing in him. First he had been trying to hard to prove the world that he was the real man. Nowadays, he was so sure of himself yet Lois still had an impression that he felt a little bit underestimated by her. she didn’t assume it was the male-female thing. He seemed to be happy with Dinah, they looked as the perfect couple, destined to be with each other.

No, Oliver Queen’s love life wasn’t something that was bothering Lois. She knew exactly what his problem was. She remembered her (in)famous article “What world would need the Justice League?”. And the extremely tasteless headline (which, by the way, was Perry’s idea, definitely not her style) screamed:
“THE JUSTICE LEAGUE IS BOTH EXTREMELY POPULAR AND CONTROVERSIAL. THEY ARE MOSTLY CONSIDERED AS HEROES, BUT SOME PEOPLE THINK THAT THEY ARE BALANCING ON THE EDGE OF LAW, EVEN CROSSING IT. WOULD IT BE WRONG TO CALL THEM TERRORISTS?”

“I wouldn’t speak to myself after that either” she summed up.

Not speaking with Oliver wasn’t really a problem. The real problem was the dangerous games he played along with his companies. The bunch of self-made heroes were truly causing more problems rather than resolving them. The thing that had been irritating her most for a long time was Green Arrow’s recruitment policy…

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Buried in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice the man’s arrival until the door closed behind him. She looked upon him and felt immediately annoyed. The newest star reporter of the Daily Planet was standing in front of her dressed in a ridiculously expensive black suit that revealed his well-built posture.

Somehow, she couldn’t imagine him dressed in anything but the plaid she had been constantly joking about those days. Yet, she couldn’t have also imagine that the dorky farmboy she used to know would become one of the finest reporters in Metropolis, especially not at the Daily Planet.

Chapter One (rated NC-17)
“The test drive”

“You left so quick last night, I didn’t hear you saying thank you.” He walked in .
“I should have left you a thank you note then” Lois replied coldly. She stood up from her chair and circled the desk. She leaned back on the desk, eyes burning, hands and legs crossed.
“That wouldn’t be very wise of you considered I am the last bullet you’ve got.” he stated. Clark walked toward the desk and poured himself a glass of water from the bottle standing on, then came to watch her growing irritation. “Just remember who saved your pretty shaped ass .” He put the glass back, adjusting his arms on both sides of her, slightly bending forward, locking her between his arms.
She didn’t know whether to be amused or pi**ed off by his cocky behavior. She appreciated the confidence he had achieved. Not that he wasn’t still calm and quiet, comparing to her anyway.
If she hadn’t known him for so many years, she would say he was mild- mannered. But she could still sense the tiny hints of that masculine confidence he hided from the whole world. She couldn’t tell the source of it for the very long time. She assumed it was the slightly puritan upbringing he was raised in by his adopted parents. The true farmer son would do his hard work and hide himself in the shadows.
She hadn’t believed him first when she heard him saying “Maybe I should get you for the test drive”.
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The obscene whispers he had murmured to her during that night… after he had saved her. The warmth of his body, the musky scents of his arousal, the bittersweet taste of his cum she had licked from his shaft, then swallowed. The feeling of her own juices leaking out of her, leaving clean wet traces on her thighs, few drops dripping on the floor she kneeled on. She had remembered to make the right noises, too, doing what she had thought he would like best, not forgetting anything.
With the rise of the sun, she had woke up to his heavy leg pressing her down and his strong arm embracing her in a possessive grip.
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He stood back a little, just enough to put his weight on his heels again. She felt his big hands on her body. One placed under her white shirt, at the small of her back, the other under her skirt. He removed the one from her back to the front, caressed her belly, ripped her blouse and unclasped her bra. She felt his hot breath on the bottom of her breast and he gripped her neck in order to pull her closer to him. The sensation of the slight pain as he gentle bit her right nipple, followed by the soothing wetness of his tounge.
He started to play with the hem of her panties, feeling the lacey material grazing under his fingers. If he didn’t have his lips busy already, he would smile to himself: she was already wet.
“Admit that you just want me to pull in just your tight wet pussy”. He murmured.
She had slapped him into a face before he started sucking her left nipple.
“What the f**k is going on? Who the f**k you think you are Kent.”
Apparently she had lost her temper, so he smiled and kissed her again. She captured his lower lip in attempt to bit him, but he covered her lips with his, giving her a hard kiss.
“Careful, you will break those shiny white teeth” He said between the kissing and nipping her lower lip in response.
She pulled out and licked the salty taste of her own blood. “Careful, you are crossing the f**cking line”. She hissed.
“Maybe you enjoy this… “ He suddenly turned her around and bend her over “maybe I do too.”.He effortlessly pressed her to the desk with one hand, ripped her panties with the other and put two fingers inside her swollen labia.
She gasped. The sensation of his thick fingers penetrating her was almost too intensive to bare. Although her inner muscles clenched, as the body resisted the sudden intrusion, she didn’t feel any pain, only the pleasurable feeling of being completely filled if not, she couldn’t admit that to herself, possessed.
He pulled out his fingers and caressed her ass with the palm of the hand, leaving a wet trace glistening on her ass-cheek. This view caused his shaft to twitch painfully and erect even more. He unbuttoned his pants, now two size too small. He groaned through clenched teeth as he felt his shaft being encircled by her wet swollen lips encircling the head and pulled into her tight resisting channel.
He suddenly slowed his action and pulled her close to himself, so that she could feel his abdomen muscles rubbing against her back though his shirt. He ran a hand under her hair, nuzzled her neck then kissed the back of her shoulder, the sensitive spot under her arm. His other hand cupped her left breast which she accomplished with a quiet moan. She simply didn’t expect that kind of tenderness, her whole body shivered and relaxed under his touch.
“Hush.” He ordered “You don’t want the whole Daily Planed see the star reporter being f**ked from behind by the intern, do you?” He knew that was his best and maybe the first opportunity to shut her up.
He thrusted harder, driving himself deeper into her, to the balls. She had to shift her weight on her sore wrist to meet his thrusts. He kept pumping while squeezing her breast, forcing her to accept his rhythm. The feeling of Lois moving under him, meeting him made him aroused to the point of the pure extacy, eyes glowing red thought the half- closed eyelids.
She came moaning quietly with his hand on her mouth and he joined her silently, feeling his hot semen mixed with her cum on his balls.
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Author’s note:
I think one piece of ripped lingerie it’s enough for one fic, so let’s just say Lois had a bra with the clasp in the front. I don’t want her to go home from work completely naked.
Ok, so that was my first attempt on writing a sex scene in English, tell me what you think and maybe I get a courage to write chapter two. No dirt, just pure torture and some plot evolving to come.