by Menolly
Clark slid from the bedcovers in a swift movement as he awoke. Careful not to wake Lois from the sleep she'd only just fallen into after working late, he padded softly to the next room, his bare feet making almost no sound against the wooden floor. The door was open,and he passed through, careful not to brush against it. One of these days he was going to have to remember to oil that hinge, he thought.
He leant over the cot near the door, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at his son in the half-light of the moon streaming through the window. The whimpering, which had awoken him faster than almost any other sound could, faded away as Clark bent and picked him up; the child even tinier in the cradle of his hands. Clark held him in the crook of his arm and gently brushed away the drying tears with his fingers. Kissing the top of the baby's head, he breathed in the soft baby scent as he rocked gently backwards and forwards, whispering to him all the while in an effort to distract the quiet crying which threatened to start again.
"Sshh ... Thomas ... what is it you want? Some attention? Well, you've got that alright ... You don't need changing ..." thank God, added Clark mentally, walking across to the window, "lets see what you make of the lights out here ..." The baby blinked sleepily in his arms and yawned; his hands scrunched into tiny fists as he started to fall asleep. Then he seemed to change his mind abruptly, and the quiet mewling started again. As he paced slowly in front of the window, Clark cradled the baby against his shoulder, hoping that the warmth would soothe, but the whimpers continued as the baby pushed his mouth against Clark's shoulder, turning, trying to suck. "Oh, so that's the problem ... it's that time already? I suppose it is ... should have guessed ..." chuckled Clark, "just when your mother's gone to sleep, too ... brilliant timing you have."
He walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, looking at Lois sleeping for a moment, her dark lashes closed in a quiet peace. He wished he didn't have to wake her. He looked at his son, lying a little quieter on his lap now. "Are you sure you need this? I hate having to wake her up ..." he whispered. Dark eyes, more his than Lois', looked back at him and the whimpers started again. "I suppose you do ... and it's not exactly something I have the ... equipment ...for," added Clark with a rueful chuckle, still talking in a soft undertone, "alright, already ... sshh ..."
He stroked Lois' cheek gently, pushing back the hair that fell onto her cheek. Lois stirred and turned to meet his touch, still asleep. Clark called her name softly, still brushing the back of his hand against her face. She stirred again, and her eyes opened slowly. Clark switched on the light next to him, dimming it to cast a pool of soft light over them.
"Hmm?" she murmured, her voice rough with sleep, then realised he was holding Thomas. "Oh right ... the house special's required again ..." She pushed down to sit herself upright, leaning against the pillow. Clark passed the child over then sat on the bed next to her, his arm around her shoulders. Lois leaned back against him as she unbuttoned her pyjama top with one hand, smiling at the baby she held in the curve of her arm. The smile grew rather more rueful as Thomas finally decided he'd waited long enough and began to make his displeasure at the delay known at an astonishing volume.
"Sshh ... I can hear you. The whole of Metropolis can hear you!" she said, nuzzling the baby's head as she undid the last button. "I really hope you appreciate this, Thomas ..." she continued, shifting him slightly against her, letting him find her breast, and wincing slightly as he fastened onto the nipple a little more eagerly than was comfortable. "Let's face it, it's the only food you're going to get that's home-made by me ..." She laughed quietly, watching the baby's eyes drift closed as he suckled at her. Clark chuckled at her comment, and she looked up at him, a smile on her sleep-softened face.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look ..." said Clark, his voice nothing more than a soft breath against her hair, rippling through the still calm of the night. He lowered his head to kiss her, his lips barely brushing hers at first then closing more firmly over her mouth; his tongue just dipping between her lips. Lois sighed into his mouth, then settled more contentedly against him as they drew apart from the kiss. Clark stroked her shoulder, his thumb rubbing absently against her skin under the pyjama top, his head resting on hers as they watched Thomas, whose impossibly small fists clenched and unclenched to the rhythm of his pull on Lois. After a while, the baby grew slightly restless and Lois shifted him to her other side, wincing again. Clark slid his arm down over her shoulder and with a gentle finger smoothed away the moisture beaded on her nipple. Lois shivered slightly at the soft touch on the sensitized skin, and turned her head, resting it against his chest with a sigh. Clark dropped a kiss on her head, bringing his hand back to her shoulder to squeeze lightly.
They sat shrouded in the dim light, the silence punctuated by the soft sounds of the apartment creaking quietly as it settled for the night and the occasional snuffles of their son. Eventually he had enough, his eyelids squeezing a little more closed with a yawn that covered his face, and Clark took him silently from Lois. He moved back to the next room, his feet just off the floor as he floated to avoid jolting Thomas and awaking him. Clark laid him back in the cot and drew the light cover over him. He stopped for a moment and just looked at his son with an expression of awe, then turned and walked back into the bedroom. Lois was buttoning her pyjama top, and smiled at him, her eyes still soft with sleep, as he came in. He sat on the bed beside her, and placed his hands on hers, stilling them. He flicked open the couple of buttons she'd fastened and slipped his hands inside her pyjama top, smoothing down over her stomach as he did so. Lois watched him as he gazed at her, a soft shimmer in his eyes, then lowered his mouth to her breasts, briefly placing a breath of a kiss on each nipple before straightening up to kiss her mouth, whilst his hands moved to the buttons he'd stopped her opening. Lois sighed into the kiss, opening her mouth to his tongue, and wound one arm around his neck; pressing herself to him she stopped his attempts to close her top.
Clark felt the slight pressure of Lois' clasp, the touch of her hand on his, and the soft pillowing of her breasts against his chest. He hesitated for a moment, then accepted her lead and deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to taste her then flicking over her teeth and touching the damp warmth of her tongue as she met him. He slid his hands up from her waist, his fingers splayed to caress her skin, and cupped her breasts, leaning back a little to slide his hands between their bodies. His thumbs gently brushed her nipples in small circles, barely touching her, as his fingers shaped the curves. Lois tensed slightly, anticipating discomfort at a touch on flesh still tender, the tension quickly dissolving into heat at the featherlight touches.
"Is this alright?" asked Clark, as he felt her tense. Lois murmured against him as she took small kisses from his mouth, sucking at his lower lip. Clark pulled back a little, not understanding what she'd said, her voice blurred with sleep and arousal. "Do you .. I mean, should we ... it's not Thomas ..." Lois laughed quietly.
"You're not making any sense, Clark." She kissed him again, quickly, and sat back to watch him try to organize his scattered thoughts.
"You tensed," he said eventually. "I was worried I'd hurt you, or something. Then I got worried you'd think I got ... turned on ...from watching you feed Thomas, and I wasn't sure how you'd feel about that, and I don't anyway. I feel more than I can really describe, but that's not part of it ...well, not really ..." Lois leaned forwards and stopped his words with a finger to his lips.
"Shh. It's alright. I don't think that," she smiled, "I would have noticed if you were ... and anyway I don't think it would be a problem... I think I've figured out what my taking my clothes off does to you, I'd say you're allowed to have some feelings tied up with that," she grinned, then continued "I just tensed because I was a little sore, and it's an automatic reaction." She stopped for a moment and replaced her finger with her mouth, stealing a small kiss from him.
Clark hugged her close, tucking his face against her. They sat like that for a few moments, breathing in the scent of each other, revelling in the closeness. Eventually Lois started to stroke Clark's back, following the planes of the muscles in his shoulders with her hands before sliding them down his arms. She leaned away from him a little, still held in the circle of his arms, and drew her hands around to his chest. She began to smooth her fingers over him, her eyes darkening slowly again at the feel of his skin under hers. Clark watched her face raptly, watching the arousal spreading over it again as he held her, feeling it feed his own as he felt her hands on him.
He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her towards him, lifting her to sit on his thighs snugly against him. Lois smiled, looking back up at him as she shifted a little to get comfortable, then shifted again with a slow deliberation as she saw the effect on him. Clark grimaced slightly, then held her still. "Stop that ..." His voice was low, and Lois felt it almost as much as she heard it, pressed against him. The sound rumbled through her, and she shuddered at the feel of it. The quick movement against him had Clark grimacing again, and he dropped his head back as he struggled for some control.
"Sorry," said Lois, with barely a hint of apology in her voice as she revelled in the effect she had on him. She slid her hand down his chest to the waistband of the boxer shorts he wore, then dipped her fingers inside to brush against his obvious arousal and draw the pad of her index finger over the tip of his erection. Clark moved abruptly, bringing his hand down over hers to still it and hold it. Opening the button of the shorts with his free hand, he slid her hand over him. He groaned softly as she curled her hand around his erection and leant back on the bed, his hands behind him for support. Lois draw her hands down over him, then continued down to massage his legs, her fingers kneading the muscles defined clearly under his skin. She worked her way back up over his thighs, always skirting his erection; barely brushing against it with the backs of her fingers as she stroked. She smiled as she watched Clark close his eyes.
Then, placing her hands on either side of Clark's hips to brace herself, she lowered her head to him and took him into her mouth. Clark convulsed once at the unexpected touch, and moaned as he thrust gently into her mouth. Lois ran her tongue down him, lapping with slow strokes, then working her way back up with small kisses and finally placing a brief last kiss on the tip before straightening. She shifted, kneeling up. Clark opened his eyes to see what she was doing,and watched her slide off the bed and then bend to take off his shorts. He raised his hips slightly to help her, then settled back to lie on the bed and watch her. Lois let the unbuttoned pyjama top slide from her shoulders then pushed down the pyjama shorts she wore, stepped out of them, and climbed back onto the bed. She smiled at the lazy look of appreciation on Clark's face, warmed and reassured by it, and knelt over him; sitting back, she straddled his hips. Clark moaned again, a deep sound echoing in the room, as she settled over him. He could feel her damp against him, as she rocked her hips slightly, sliding along his erection; the moan slid into a sigh.
"Lois, please ... don't tease, not when we can't ... ohh ..." his voice broke as she lifted slightly, and he felt himself rising again as she freed him, aching to bury himself in her. He found his voice again with an effort, "Lois - have pity! You have no idea how much I want ... need ... to be inside you - and we can't. You know we ..." his voice cracked again as Lois smiled at him and rocked against him again.
"We can ..." she whispered, her voice thickening as she watched the effects of her words on Clark when he registered what she'd said, "the check-up today was ok, we can ... but there's something we need .." She turned away, rising to her knees again, and fumbled in the drawer in the table at her side of the bed before turning back to Clark, a small foil packet held in her hand. Clark looked puzzled for amoment, fighting the arousal clouding his mind to work out what she was talking about, then realised what she was holding and smiled with some relief. He reached up to take it from her, but Lois pulled her hand from his reach, "Let me ..." She started to rip open the packet.
"You're well prepared ... thankfully," Clark managed to say with a smile.
"Actually," said Lois, trying to keep the mild embarrassment of recollection out of her voice, "I wasn't. I was so ... relieved ... by the all-clear I hadn't taken that detail into account. The nurse suggested it might be a good idea, since I'm not too keen on going back on the pill while I'm feeding Thomas, and, as we're obviously ... compatible, I agreed with her." She smiled at Clark, rocking once against him gently to illustrate the point; the smile turned to frustration as she failed to open the packet, finally resorting to her teeth to get through the foil when her fingernails threatened to break on it.
She slid backwards onto Clark's thighs, and bent her head as she concentrated on sliding the slightly opaque sheath onto him. Clark felt his control begin to slip again as he watched her and felt her fingers against him, caressing him as she smoothed it over him. He wasn't sure whether the caress was entirely deliberate, but he didn't much care either. He forced his gaze up to her face to watch the concentration written on it, her tongue caught between her teeth. Lois looked up to see him staring at her mouth and leant over him to kiss him, her mouth opening over his as she tasted him; kissing each lip softly once, then twice, then meeting his fully as he responded, deepening the kiss as his tongue thrust into her, his hips rising against her at the same time.
Clark rolled them over, still holding her, so that she lay under him. "How does it feel?" asked Lois as she let her hand slide down between them to stroke his erection, now even harder than before, following her attention to it.
Clark paused for a moment, trying to remember what she was talking about. "Oh ... it's fine. Not really noticeable ..." he said, kissing her again as he nudged her legs apart with his knee. He settled between her thighs on his knees, holding himself just above her. Lois wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him down to her. He moved a little, just enough to rest against her, just opening her to him, then paused. Lois sighed, and shifted against him, the movement just letting him slide in a fraction further.
"What are you waiting for?" she said, her voice coloured with frustration, "Please?" She tried to push up against him, but Clark simply rode the movement, shifting with her, then slowly lowered himself to her as her hips sank back to the bed. He eased into her gently, letting the taut muscles surrounding him relax and adjust to him again. The effort to hold back raised small beads of perspiration on his head and Lois brushed them away with her thumb as she ran her hand through his hair, pulling his head down to kiss him; she sighed into his mouth as he finally inched his way into her, settling against her.
"I've missed this so much ..." she whispered as she felt him filling her, the momentary discomfort forgotten as he eased into her, "nothing else is quite the same ..."
Clark stilled for a moment once he was fully inside her, kissing her, his tongue slipping across her lips in a teasing trail. He murmured, "Sometimes it's felt like the longest weeks of my life, although the time just seems to have disappeared. I can't believe it's six weeks since that mad rush to the hospital ..." As he spoke, his words drifted in soft breaths across her damp mouth, and Lois shuddered at the touch of the warm air where he'd kissed her. The sudden movement tore at Clark's control, and he began to move gently against her. Lois met each thrust, shifting under him as he kissed her mouth, then began to kiss his way down her neck; small soft kisses that became more forceful as his thrusts into her became stronger. He placed a hard, quick, kiss in the hollow at the base of her throat then pushed himself back up on his hands to bend to kiss her breasts, closing around her nipple to suck gently on it. The taste of her skin mingled with the less familiar flavour of her milk as Clark took upthe rhythm into which Lois was urging him as she pushed up to meet his thrusts.
The damp warmth of his mouth closing around her sent Lois wild and she clutched at his shoulders pulling him down to her, feeling a line of fire burning through her from the touch of his mouth to the stretching muscles enclosing him. She moaned softly; something at the back of her mind barely registered as it reminded her not to call out, not with Thomas only just asleep. Clark dropped to his elbows against her, covering her, and felt her bite his shoulder as she writhed frantically against him. Lois felt the tension inside her winding up to breaking point then release in a cloud of light. Her hard clench around him broke Clark's rhythm and he finally let go of whatever grip he had left on his control, following Lois as he thrust into her one final time; he slumped against her, breathing harshly against her shoulder, feeling her relax under him as her breathing and heartrate slowed.
He held still for a moment, then withdrew and moved away to lie on his side beside her. "That's the one drawback ... I can't stay with you when we're using these," he murmured, curling a stray length of Lois' hair around his finger as he stroked her head. "But I'm not really complaining ... it's been too long to complain," he smiled, kissing Lois as she opened her eyes, smiling at him.
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder?" she asked, her voice rich with a sensual laziness. Clark chuckled as he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to deal with the aftermath.
"I don't think I could get any fonder of you ... " he murmured when he returned, sliding into bed next to Lois. He put his arm around her and she tucked herself against him, her head resting on his chest as they fell asleep.
Uploaded: 11 February 1997
Written: March 1996
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