Cheers

TITLE: Cheers

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Smallville

SHIP: Clark / Lois

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Warner Bros 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

She was drunk. She knew she was drunk, because that is what she had set out to do, and she always did what she set out to do. The bar was starting to empty out and she lifted her arm to stare blurrily at her watch, trying to ascertain what the time was. She had to blink a couple of times and bring it closer, and her best guess was around about two in the morning. She slammed her hand on the bar. "One more for the road, Kevin." She told the barman who simply gave her an amused look. "Don't you think you've had enough, Lois?" he asked as he wiped the counter and he walked over to her. "Funny man. Now, pour the drink." She said flatly.

He'd watched her steadily get drunker through the evening. She was an attractive woman, and being alone at the bar had been hit on constantly. She was dressed simply in a red t-shirt and tight black jeans, with boots. Her black leather jacket rested on the seat next to her. Her make-up was minimal, but she had an innate beauty and cuteness, that didn't need those kinds of embellishments. He'd even taken a shot, but he had been lucky enough to received one of her less scathing rebuffs and they'd chatted amiably, on and off, throughout the night. He was rather impressed with the amount of alcohol she had imbibed, and we weren't talking fruity cocktails either. He had realized early on she was there to do some serious drinking. Her mobile and keys were on the bar in front of her and as he poured the tumbler of whiskey, he grabbed her keys.

"Hey!" she cried indignantly. "You're in no state to drive. Is there someone you can call?" he asked, nudging her mobile towards her. "Gimme those." She growled and made a grab for her keys, not even getting close and forcing him to catch the bottle he had placed on the bar as she knocked it over. "I can call you a cab, if there isn't anyone." He suggested. She grumbled something that sounded like: "Asshole." under her breath, and then shook her head. The world was a little 'spinny', if such a term existed. "Sorry. You're most probably right. I'll get someone to fetch me." She relented and he nodded to her phone. She had initially just decided to take a drive to clear her head. She hadn't thought her break up with Oliver Queen would affect her this much, but she actually missed the dumb, conceited fool of a spoiled billionaire brat. She had almost made it all the way to Smallville before she spotted the bar. She simply didn't have the cash on her for a cab back to Metropolis. It took her a few minutes, but she managed to dial Chloe's number, but that went straight to voicemail and she had no idea when her cousin would get her message, which left her with one other option. She sighed. "He isn't likely to be gracious about this, is he?" she thought and concentrated on dialing Clark's number.

After a few rings, his sleepy voice greeted her. "Hi, Clark." She returned his greeting. "Lois? Is everything alright?" he queried, the furriness fading from his voice. "Yes... Yes. I'm fine. I... I just need a ride." She explained. "Why and where are you?" he queried. "Why, is not really that important and I'm at..." she suddenly realized she didn't know exactly where she was. "Muldoon's on Route 45." The bartender supplied helpfully and she relayed the location to Clark. The bartender was actually quite cute, and if she didn't pretty much hate all men at the moment, she might have been a little more than friendly with him. "Oh... I know where that is. I'll be there in about twenty minutes." He informed her. The 'Oh' spoke volumes for such a small word. "Okay. Thanks." She replied simply and disconnected the call and slid her mobile into her pocket, on the third attempt. "Happy now?" she asked the barman. "Ecstatic." He replied and she chuckled.

She watched as the last few stragglers left the bar and he started to clean up. She even managed to wheedle one more drink out of him before Clark arrived, which might have been a mistake. Even she had her limits and she might just have pushed them a little too far. Clark walked up to her and she got off her stool to greet him and immediately lost her balance, stumbling against his chest and into his arms as he caught her. "Whoops! Someone seems to have moved the floor while I wasn't looking." She stated with a laugh. He straightened her and held her up by the shoulders at arms length and she tilted her head up to look at him. "Hi, Sshmallville." She greeted him. Her feet felt funny and bar kept weaving about as he gave her, what she felt was, an indulgent smile. "Have a drink with me, Clarkie." She offered. "No thanks. Lois. I think you've had enough for the both of us." He discouraged her gently. "You're always sho sherious. You should learn to relaksh." She told him, poking a finger at his chest and then started laughing as she realized she was slurring and that it wasn't the bar that was weaving back and forth, she was.

He pulled her towards him and slid his arm around her back. She leaned against him, unconsciously shifting into the crook of his arm, grateful for the support and stability. He smelled like soap and hay, and his shirt felt soft and warm against her cheek Kevin handed him her keys and he grabbed her jacket. "Let's get you to the farm and into bed." He proposed. "Only if you promissh that I can be on top." She told him with a very un-Lois-like giggle as she turned his proposal into a double entendre. "She's one of those funny drunk you hear about, isn't she?" he commented to the barman. "Hilarious. You gonna be alright?" He asked. "He'll be fine." Lois replied before Clark could say anything, laughing at her own wit. "Good luck to you, friend." The bartender told Clark and he thanked him.

She looked at Clark. She hadn't really noticed it before, but he was kind of handsome in a tall solid, farm boy kind of way. "C'mon, Lois." He coaxed and started towards the door. She hadn't realized how much of her weight she had been resting on him and when he moved away, her feet didn't quite respond when she told them to move and she stumbled slightly again, and again he caught her. "Okay. I think this will be easier." He told her and then with an ease she found impressive he swept her off her feet and into his arms. "Weeeeeeeee!" she exclaimed, followed by a fit of laughter as she wrapped her arms lightly around his neck as he adjusted his hold on her and carried her from the bar. She rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her to his pickup. She was further impressed when he didn't even put her down while he opened the door and then he had her firmly ensconced in the passenger seat with the safety belt in place. She adjusted the belt to stop it from pressing against her nipple, which had started to harden. She didn't know if it was from the feel of Clark's arms around her or the cold early morning air outside the bar, but she liked the little tingle as the skin tightened and they shifted lightly against the material of her bra.

She let her head loll to the side to watch him get into the driver's seat and buckle up. He started to turn the ignition and then stopped. "Are you alright, Lois? You don't need to throw up or anything?" he asked with concern. "No. I'm good, just a little cold." She answered after a moment and as a result, he covered her with her jacket before starting the truck and driving off. "So... What brought this on?" he asked and she gave him an uncomprehending look. "Why did you get trashed, on your own, in a bar outside of Smallville?" he clarified. "I don't want to talk about it." She said belligerently. "Lois?" he persisted.

"Oliver's an ass!" she burst out. "I mean it wasn't perfect, but it was good, him and me, and then he just..." she gesticulated wildly. "I mean he didn't even give me a decent reason, just that tired old: It's me not you bullshit. He just said we were over and then the next day he was gone. What kind of fucking asshole does that?" she asked, suddenly feeling hot, her chest heaving, it felt like their was a lump in her throat and Clark and the inside of the truck seemed to have become blurry. "Maybe he..." Clark began, but she rounded on him, finding a focus for her unreasoning anger that boiled up in her. "Don't you dare... Don't you dare defend him!" she chided him, her voice sounding strangely hoarse. "I'm sorry, Lois." He said softly and she knew he had, had the best intension in trying to offer an explanation for Oliver's behavior. "What do you have to be sorry about?" she retorted hotly anyway. "Just forget it." She snapped, angry at Oliver, angry at herself for taking it out on Clark and turned to look out at the speeding darkness before surreptitiously dashing the unshed tears from her eyes. The rest of the drive to the Kent Farm was done in silence.

She had begun to drowse when the pick-up turned onto the rougher road leading to the farm and she roused herself enough to sit up by the time he stopped in front of the house. She felt lethargic, and her muscles were slow to react, but she willfully opened the door and started to get out, only to be pulled up short by the safety belt. "Shit. Stupid safety belt!" she exclaimed and tugged wildly at the offending device. Clark reached over and depressed the button that released it and she shot him a withering glance. She clambered out of the truck, ignoring Clark's request for her to wait. She managed three weaving steps before she stumbled and he caught her for the third time that night. "That's it, Lois. Your walking privileges are revoked for the rest of the night." he informed her and lifted her into his arms. His jest seemed incredible funny and she was still chortling as he carried her into the house and up the stairs to his room.

He set her gently down on the bed and then squatted in front of her. "What're you doing?" she asked suspiciously. "I think you'll sleep a little more comfortably without these on." He told her, lifting her foot and starting to tug off her boot. "That's sho thoughtful." She thanked him with a smile and he smiled back. "Clark has a nice smile." She thought. She was swaying slightly as she sat on the edge of the bed and when he tugged at her other boot to get it off, she hadn't braced herself at all and slid forward, causing her to flop back. She bounced slightly as her back hit the bed and she found herself staring up at the ceiling, giggling softly. She wiggled her now bare toes against the floor and the sensation was delightfully ticklish and a little strange, because it didn't feel like her feet were quite connected to the rest of her.

Clark rose and stood looking down at her. "Get some sleep, Lois." He instructed her and turned to leave the room. She struggled back to a sitting position. Her t-shirt suddenly felt itchy and uncomfortable and she needed to remove it. She dragged the hem out of her jeans and pulled it up over her head and inevitably got tangled up in it. "Help, help me!" she begged, suddenly panicking as it felt as if she were trapped and would suffocate as she struggled against the material of her t-shirt. Strong hands captured her arms and stilled her struggling, by dint of force. "Relax, Lois. I've got it." Clark's voice penetrated the red tinged darkness of her material prison and after a moment, he lightly tugged the t-shirt free of her head by guiding her arms up above her head. Her hair was settling onto her back and shoulders as she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged herself to him in relief, her cheek pressing against his ribs as he stood in front of her.

She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. The steady rise and fall of his breathing and the thump, thump of his heart were very comforting and she pressed a little more firmly against his solid frame. He was just so dependable. With, a sigh, she opened her eyes and looking up, let go of him. "Why'd he do it, Clark? Why'd he dump me?" she asked. She could see compassion in his eyes as he sunk to his haunches. She was strangely, very conscious of his hands, resting lightly on her knees. She didn't really give him a chance to answer. "I mean, I know I'm a bit of a handful, but I thought that was what he liked about me." She continued. His eyebrow rose slightly when she said: a bit, but she let that slide. "Wasn't I pretty enough for him? I know I won't be winning any beauty pageants anytime soon, but... You think I'm pretty, don't you, Clark?" she queried, a little annoyed at the whine and vulnerability in her voice. "Are you kidding, Lois? You're a beautiful, attractive woman and you could win a beauty pageant, if you didn't kill the judges or any of the other contestants first." He told her, lightly squeezing her knee.


His answer was so sincere, and so what she needed to hear that she reaches forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down and tilting her head up, presses her lips to his. She felt him tense and she was certain he would pull away from her. It was Clark after all. An apology is ready to bubble from her lips, along with the explanation that her actions were just drunken foolishness, but then his head shifted and his lips press back into hers and his arms slid around her. She was surprised, but her need to feel wanted, to be desired, to have proof that the split with Oliver was not her fault, allowed her to push it aside. She tightened her arms and deepens the kiss. She probed lightly between his lips and after a moment they parted and the tip of his tongue fenced with hers, for a moment defending the entrance to his mouth, and then allowed her to explore his mouth fully.

After a few minutes she broke the kiss breathlessly, barely moving her face away from his. Their eyes met and she can see her reflection in steel blue orbs. His breath is hot against her lips and she licks them. The moment balances on a knifepoint. Her body had reacted to the kiss with a sudden burst of arousal. Her skin felt hot and tingly, her nipples, already partially hard had sprung to attention. She can also feel the folds of her sex flowering open and the lips swelling. The muscles of her channel shift against them selves, clenching slightly but repeatedly and she felt herself growing moist. She knows where she wants this to go, but she has no idea what Clark was going to do. "What do you want. Lois?" he asked quietly. The question, was so like Clark, it didn't even surprise her. The moment stretched out, and then, she moved forward and kissed him again.

She drew him onto the bed, shifting until they could both lie on it, all the while kissing. She pressed her body against his, and they undulated slowly together as their hands shifted and explored. Lois became aware of his arousal as she pressed against him. She could feel the bulge in his pants throb and shift against her hip and let her hand slide down between them to stroke it through the material of his jeans. He groaned into her mouth and a moment later she echoed him as his strong hands cupped and squeezed her buttocks. She reached for and undid his belt as they sucked hungrily at each others lips and so began a slow, languorous process of stripping, interrupted often by long searching kisses and the gentle, sensual exploration of newly exposed skin. His work boots presented a little problem, but struggle, perseverance and finally studied concentration overcame laces and awkward angles, finally leaving them in their underwear and with her on her back with him pressed against her side with his leg draped over and between hers.

She could feel the hot length of his shaft against her thigh, separated from her skin by only the thin cotton of his boxers. His lips left hers and explored the column of her neck and she titled her neck to give him greater access. She let her fingers wind into his hair, the soft strands tickling her skin until she cupped his head and guided his lips across her skin. His strong, warm hand cupped her breast and lightly fondled it through the lace of her bra and she rolled her shoulder to add to the pressure. He nipped and sucked at the pulse point on the side of her neck before his tongue found and swirled in the hollow at the base of her throat. The hand not on his head wormed its way into his boxers and she measured him with her fingers as she caressed his length and circled his girth. His skin was smooth, yet she could feel the slight ridges of the pulsing veins on it, as she skimmed her fist up along his cock. She felt him sigh heavily against her skin. Clark appeared to be a big boy, all over.

His lips continued their downward journey as his hand slid down from her buttock to the back of her thigh and up again. He found the valley of her cleavage and sucked, licked and nuzzled at it. "The clasp's at the front." She told him with a breathy moan. The pressure of the constrictive lacy undergarment increased for a moment and then dropped away as he unhooked it and slid the cups away from her breasts. He slid the straps off her shoulders and with a little work she got them off her arms and could toss the bra to the floor. She trapped her lower lip behind her teeth, blinking as his warm, wet mouth found her nipple and sucked at it, starting off lightly, but slowly increasing the pressure. He suckled at her sensitive little nub and then opened his mouth wider, drawing more of her tit flesh into it while he rolled and flicked her nipple with his tongue. Each wet stroke send a jolt of pleasure radiating into her chest making her breath shudder into her chest as he transferred his sweet attentions to her other breast.

She ran her hand up and down along his cock. Fondling the pointed, flared head, finding heavy dollops of slippery fluid welling up out of the slit. She collected them and let then coat her fingers so that they slid more easily along his length. His lips vibrated on the skin around her nipple as he made appreciative noises. She ground herself against his thigh, pressing and dragging her clit back and forth against it as she felt her sex clench harder and her juices flood warmly from her core. The foreplay was fun, but she wanted more. "Take my panties off." She instructed him, relinquishing her hold on his erection to pull his boxers free of its curved length and tug them off his hips. He had to shift his leg to get her panties off and she immediately missed the pressure as he peeled her panties off her hips. The fabric clung damply to her nether lips as she lifted her ass for him to get them off and drag them down her thighs. She had some trouble kicking them off when they caught around one of her ankles. To be fair, she was just a little distracted because his thick finger had found and started exploring her wet swollen lips and folds with firm pressure. She none-the-less managed the feat and once free, spread her legs to give him greater access.

His lips left her breasts to nibble their way back up to her mouth and she moaned into his as they kiss and his thick fingers find her entrance and work their way inside at the same time. They kiss hungrily and her hands roamed across his broad back as he saws his fingers back and forth inside her, making her flesh tingle and clutch at his invading digits. She clutched at his hips, pulling him over her and between her legs. He broke their lip lock and drew his fingers out of her and she watched as he stuck his glistening fingers into his mouth and sucked her cream from them with obvious relish. She is surprised at his brazenness, but his obvious desire for her is the best aphrodisiac and bolster for her wounded ego and she simply ignored the anomaly. He was hovering over her, his weight resting on his knees between her legs and his hands on either side of her shoulders. She reached between them and found his throbbing erection. She rubbed his dick head through her folds, her hips jerking as she brushed it against her clit sending a flare of electric sensations cascading into her belly. She guided him to her opening and pressed him firmly against it.

She braced herself as he thrusts, his cock sinking into her. He slowly filled and stretched her as he drove forward. She can't stifle the soft gasp that escaped her lips as his cock forged a path of pleasurable friction through her slick, but resistant flesh and into her core. Her hips rose as his pelvis neared hers and their bodies connected, her clit mashing against the base of his cock and she rocked back and forth, grinding the sensitive little pebble against him sending showers of pleasure cascading into her. She groaned as he lowered his head and sucked at her full lower lip before he starts to rock back and forth inside her with short shallow strokes. She undulates beneath him, encouraging him enthusiastically and slowly his strokes grew longer with him dragging his thick, long shaft almost all the way out of her tight confines and then driving it into her depths.

She dragged in air when he withdraws and allows his plunging cock to drive the air from her. She can feel his lips and teeth on he neck and shoulders as he lowers more of his weight onto her. Her trim belly pressed up against the hard unyielding washboard of his and his chest now flattened her breasts against her chest. Sparks of hot sensation pulse into her chest as his thrusting movement rubs his chest back and forth across her nipples, adding energy to the growing storm inside her. He told her how good she felt; how sexy he thinks she was and how much of a fool Oliver was to have let her go, his breath hot against her ear before he nips lightly at her earlobe. She moaned her appreciation of his efforts.

Her breathing grew faster as his pace increased and she was soon panting. Each stroke added to the pressure building inside her as lightning strikes of electric delight crawled across her nerves. She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles shift and flex under his smooth skin as she writhed and strained to meet and intensify his penetration. Her stomach began to quiver and her nipples are a delicious agony as they scrape against his chest and back into the firm globes of her breasts. Her clit was buzzing and sparking each time they meet and grind together. Her whole body shifted and shuddered as it absorbed the impact of their wetly colliding crotches. He lifted his lips and head from her skin. His breath sounds like a bellows above her and blinking to focus her eyes, she can see his teeth are gritted and his jaw is clenched with effort.

Her muscles start to tremble, tensing and relaxing rapidly as the energy of her building climax begins to escape her control. The friction of his driving cock charging the dynamo inside her, giving it more and more power, power she can no longer contain. It surges inside her and she throws her head back against the bed beneath her as her orgasm ripped through her senses. Her sex clamped down on his thick, unyielding, but throbbing shaft as her entire body tensed and she bucked up hard against him. Every inch of her skin tingled as pleasure zipped along her nervous system and snaked up her spine to blast into her mind in a searing white light.

Lois sat up with a start and immediately grabbed her forehead with a heavy groan as pain stabbed behind her blurry eyes. She lowered he head back to the pillow, closing her eyes until the pain dulled to a throbbing ache. Opening her eyes gave it a little more intensity, but she could handle it. Her mouth was dry and tasted nasty as she swallowed trying to work some moisture into it. She moved her head by slow careful degrees spying out her surroundings. She was indeed in Clark's room. She half sat up again and the pain returned in force. She breathed through the pain and looked under the covers and then let out a slow breath of relief, she was fully dressed. There was also a large glass of water on the nightstand next to the bed, which she picked up and sipped at gratefully.

How much was real and how much she dreamed she couldn't tell, but unless he had redressed her she guessed the sex had been a dream, a very vivid dream. She could feel her panties clinging damply to her crotch and her nipples were still tingly and a little hard. She noticed two Asprin on the nightstand as well. "Cheers, Smallville." She said softly as she swallowed the tablets with the last of the water and then settled back to wait for the pain of her hangover to subside enough for her to get up and go find him.

THE END