Note: this story is set in Jiji's L&C universe, shortly after Honeymoon
"Ohh ..." Lois moaned softly as the familiar sensation began to spiral through her. She tightened involuntarily around Clark and placed her hands on his chest to support herself as she felt him convulse under her, thrusting up to push her over the edge of control. Clark rubbed his thumb across her lips as she cried out, and slid it into her mouth as he thrust for the last time, echoing his movement inside her. Lois closed her mouth and sucked hard. The sudden sensation pulled Clark after her with a guttural sound that could have been her name, had he had more time to speak.
Lois felt him wash into her with a warm flood as her climax ebbed, and tiredness took over. She half-fell, half-lowered herself, to his chest and lay there, her arms around him, as she struggled to catch her breath. She felt a soft kiss on her head, and Clark's hand stroking her hair as he relaxed. He was still buried inside her and, as a last spasm rippled through Lois, she felt its effect on him, hardening him again inside her. She raised her head to look at his face as she asked with a bemused expression "Did you practise to get that, or is it part of being ... unique?"
Clark raised an eyebrow at the obscure question. "What 'that' are you talking about?" he asked. Lois deliberately tightened around him, and briefly forgot what she'd been talking about as she watched the renewed arousal reflect in his eyes.
She recollected herself and replied "That - the way you keep ... the way you don't seem to need to recover."
"You know I hadn't practised." he said.
Lois looked up at the uncertain tone in his voice and asked a question that had hovered at the back of her mind for quite sometime. "Why not? It can't have been for lack of opportunity, and you aren't religious, not in that sense ..." her words trailed off as she saw some emotion cross his face too quickly for her to recognise. Clark closed his eyes for a moment, and Lois could feel his heartrate speed up beneath her. He moved away slightly, slipping from her, but still holding her. She wondered why he reacted that way, as though scared, then pushed the questions to the back of her mind for the moment as Clark spoke.
"Did you know what to expect the first time you made love?"
The serious tone in his voice made Lois swallow the flippant reply that came to mind and pause for thought. She spoke carefully, not sure what sort of an answer he wanted. "The first time ... yes and no. It was wonderful, but beforehand? No, I wasn't completely sure. I mean, from what I could see, you didn't seem physically different from other men ..."
Clark interrupted her. "No, I mean the first time. Your first time, not our first time."
"Oh. Well, that wasn't making love. That was sex," she said, bluntly. "And, I suppose I had an idea - school classes, listening to other people exaggerate, and reading romance novels," Lois looked down briefly, to hide the faint tinge of the embarrassment she couldn't shake over her occasional choice of reading. "But theory and practice are very different, it didn't feel anything like I expected. Certainly not the first time - with you it's another matter altogether, it gets closer to the superlatives," she smiled.
Clark closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her anchoring her to him as he kissed her, the touch of his mouth coloured with the emotions her words provoked. The kiss lingered, until Clark drew slowly away to follow the line his thoughts had taken. His voice slightly breathless, he asked "But you never worried about whether you could?"
"Not really," answered Lois, looking at him and wondering where his questions were leading. Clark took a deep breath and began to talk, absently stroking her hair as he did so, winding strands around his fingers as though trying to wrap some part of Lois around him for security.
"You see, I didn't know. And I worried. I knew all the theory, sure, but theories about humans don't always apply to me. When the whole thing started, the whole hormone thing? People at school would talk about it, and we got classes too, and the others would, well, develop. And I seemed to be developing too - not just the way I looked, the way the others did, but getting stronger, my vision starting to get strange, and I could hear much better. No-one else talked about anything like that, and no-one else seemed to have that."
He paused for a moment. "The hardest thing was that I couldn't even talk to Mom and Dad about it. I told you they'd explained to me when I was very young how they found me," Lois nodded, but Clark didn't notice the movement, lost in the memories, "and I always wondered exactly what I was, and whether I was different. Well, this was the first real indication that I was different, and it scared me" he said" because I worried how different everything else was, no matter how 'normal' it seemed to be. I suppose I got a little paranoid, worrying whether I'd change into something completely different, and I didn't want Mom and Dad worrying about it too, at least not until they had to. I probably worried them more by not talking about it," he finished, with a mild tone of self-disgust at his younger self's belief that he could hide anything from his parents.
Lois stroked his chest as she lay on him, beginning to understand where his reminiscences were leading, as he continued. "Anyway, the paranoia didn't last too long. I didn't seem to be metamorphosing into something totally alien," he said with a wry grin, "but things were still different and that's when I started to wonder seriously just how different I was. Whether I just looked human, or whether I.. functioned ... as a human." Clark's voice trailed off, and Lois looked up to his eyes.
"Didn't you, um, experiment?" she asked.
Clark looked at her. "Who with? I wasn't about to let anyone else find out there might be something completely alien about me!"
"No, " said Lois, shaking her head, "by yourself. You know," she ducked her head to avoid looking at Clark directly as she spoke, "with your hand? You must have had some corner of a barn somewhere in which you could hide." Her voice grew quieter as the tips of her ears burned redder, to Clark's amusement.
"Is that what you did?" he asked, the turbulent distress of his memories pushed to the background as he watched Lois.
"Um, yes," she muttered, then threw back her head and decided to brave out the vague embarrassment she felt, mentally reminding herself that it was a little inappropriate to get embarrassed talking about such things to her husband; particularly when she could still feel him somewhat intimately under her. She looked at Clark and started again. "Yes. I wanted to know what it was all about, and it seemed the best way to find out. I didn't see the need to involve anyone else, it was my experiment."
Clark smiled gently at her show of bravery and asked "How did you do it?"
Lois frowned slightly. "At night mostly, just before I went to sleep," she answered.
Clark rolled them both onto their sides. He moved his hand down between them, just brushing her skin. "No, I asked what you did ... this? Tell me ... " he invited, his hand just brushing against her,"... where did you touch yourself?" His voice dipped to a quiet growl which scattered Lois' thoughts, and she moved her hand to cover his on instinct, guiding his fingers against herself to rub them against the nub between her legs, still slightly swollen from having made love earlier, and responding now to Clark's touch. She parted his fingers to slide them either side of the nub, then down to dip between the damp folds below, moistening his fingers and drawing them back along the folds to caress herself.
Lois moaned as the caress against her sent shock waves through her body, and she let go of Clark's hand, moving her hands to touch him. Clark stilled his hand as she let go, and she protested. "Don't stop ... please don't stop. That feels so good ..." Clark suppressed the instinctive movement of his hand against her that her encouragement provoked, and smiled wickedly at her.
"You want it, you guide it ..." he said. "I want to learn just what you want ... and I want to watch you as you teach me." The smile broadened as Lois took his hand again, picking up the challenge and the momentum of his touch against her as she guided his fingers over and against her. His fingers flirting with her skin, Clark concentrated on memorising the pressure and direction of her movements, watching her face and trying to distract himself as he fought his own response to her rapidly increasing arousal.
Lois pressed Clark's hand harder and faster against herself, raising her hips slightly to meet his touch. Her breath came in ever shortening gasps until she finally moaned his name on a half-strangled sigh, pushing Clark's finger into herself and clenching around it as she came. Lois sank slowly back to reality to find Clark pushing her hair away from her face, a tender expression in his eyes. He smiled at her as she focused on him, and kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips as he slid his finger from her but left his hand cupped over her in a gesture that felt almost protective.
Lois relaxed against Clark's mouth, returning the kiss as she lay curled into his side. After a while, she pulled away from his attentions as she realised he'd never answered her question. "So, is that what you did, too?" she asked.
Clark looked at her for a moment then replied wryly "I'm not made quite the same way you are. Did you do that often? Do you still do it?" His expression grew slightly serious as he asked the last question.
"No, not now ... not at the moment," she replied. "I used to. When I was younger, certainly. The lure of the forbidden, I suppose. And later after ... " her voice trailed off as she tried to find a way around an area she still wasn't comfortable discussing "... well, later, it was a ..." She stopped, paused, and started again as Clark waited patiently for her to work her way through her thoughts. "It became a release, a sort of substitute, but I didn't need that for long." She stopped again.
"You mean, after Claude?" asked Clark. "It was a way of dealing with a physical need?"
Lois looked up abruptly but saw nothing in his expression other than concern and curiosity. "You don't mind my talking about ...?" she trailed off again, her silence asking the question more than her words.
Clark drew the back of his hand along her jaw, stroking gently as he measured his words. "It's a part of your life, and part of who you are. I wouldn't change it any more than I'd change anything else about you. So, no, I don't have any problems with your talking about it." Lois let out the breath she hadn't been aware of holding as Clark spoke, and he returned to his question. "It was a physical need?"
"Yes. I think you get accustomed to the release, "she replied, "and it helped me get to sleep, rather than lying awake going over what an idiot I'd been. And ... then again after I'd met you." Clark raised his eyebrows, attempting to leer at her and failing. He grinned as Lois dissolved into giggles. "But only you," she said through her laughter, "never Superman. Somehow those fantasies never left me needing ... a release. But with you ... sometimes I think it was the only way I could cope - especially after I agreed to your suggestion that we wait. I must have been out of my mind to agree to that" she said, the smile on her face and in her voice denying the criticism in her words.
Clark's smile broadened at her teasing. "Does it feel like when we make love?" he asked. "You certainly seemed to enjoy it."
Lois thought for a moment. "It's similar, but much less intense. Perhaps like a shadow of when we make love - it's more physical than emotional. That just now was more than it usually is - having you close makes a difference," she said, and then realised he still hadn't answered her question. "So, did you? - and you're not going to distract me with more questions this time!" she threatened.
"Or what?" teased Clark, kissing her. Her attempt at a fierce look had him trying to hold back laughter. "All right, I'll answer!" he held up his hands in surrender. "Once or twice," he said.
Lois looked at him steadily. "And the rest?" she asked.
"That's it," said Clark quietly. The tone of his voice convinced her more than any words.
"Why? Or maybe why not is the question?" asked Lois
"It just doesn't have any real effect."
"Nothing happens?" asked Lois, a note of disbelief creeping into her voice.
"Depends on what you mean by happens." Clark swallowed, then followed Lois' lead and talked his way past the reluctance to discuss the matter forced on him by years of silence. "I get, um .. hard. And I suppose something happens. There's eventually the normal result, but it just doesn't feel like anything. Not even the release you mentioned."
"Nothing? Not even something like the relief when you need to sneeze and it finally happens?" asked Lois
"I don't usually sneeze, do I?" replied Clark, "But, no, not even like a sneeze, if what I spent that Christmas doing was sneezing," he said, recalling the effects of a virus he'd contracted last Christmas. "So I didn't really think I was missing anything. I eventually decided it was something to do with not being human, that it just didn't work that way for me. I mean emotionally, not physically. Physically it seemed to work the same, but it was like .. like ..." he looked for an example, "oh, I don't know. Just something that happens."
"Like when you wake up hard in the morning?" asked Lois. "Just a physical reaction, nothing else?"
"Something like that," said Clark "yes, I suppose so. That's the way it used to be."
"Used to be?" asked Lois, as Clark remained quiet, sorting out his thoughts, trying to remember when things had changed.
"Mm. It started to change when I met you." his voice trailed off again as he remembered his first encounters with Lois, and a smile spread across his face with a particular memory. "Do you remember the White Orchid Ball?" he asked.
"How could I forget?" replied Lois, "the first time you rescued me from Lex, even if I didn't appreciate it at the time," she laughed.
"I didn't have a lot of choice," said Clark. Lois looked at him, sensing something deeper in his words than a recollection of a mistrust of Luthor. Clark continued, "I wasn't totally in control of my actions." Lois arched an eyebrow at this, and Clark laughed at the expression on her face before continuing. "When I saw you at the ball, I startled myself with my reaction." He swallowed briefly then took Lois' hand, which had been absently drawing patterns on his chest as he spoke, and drew it down to cover his erection, still hard from watching her earlier. Lois curled her fingers around him in an instinctive reaction, and he gritted his teeth for a moment to control his reaction. "This happened," he said, his voice a little harsher than it had been, "for the first time. I mean, the first time without some assistance."
Lois stared at him for a moment. "You mean, you'd never had this just... happen ... before?" she asked.
"Uhuh. I think I even floated up a couple of inches off the floor in shock," said Clark. "Before that, I'd always had to concentrate to get like that. I didn't think I could respond that way to anyone, and that's when things started to change. It became more than just physical, and increasingly so as we got closer. You weren't the only one sometimes regretting the decision to wait," he teased, "but that was still just the dreams. Trying to ... release ... the tension the dreams created still didn't work." Lois reached up and kissed him, her hand stroking him gently.
As she realised what she was doing, she stilled her hand and asked "How do you do it? I mean, what do you do?" Clark covered her hand with his, but Lois slipped her hand away. "No, I want to know what you do. Yourself."
Clark blushed slightly as she settled down to watch him, but fought his instinctive fear of an audience and tried not to let the ingrained hope take over that wished that, this time, something would happen. He circled his erection with his thumb and forefinger and began move his hand along his length with firm strokes. Lois watched the movement, fascinated. She resisted the urge to reach out and touch him as he lengthened slightly under his own touch, the urge growing stronger as she realised that nothing more was happening. She looked up at Clark, and saw him trying to fight the disappointment at the lack in his own reaction, even the arousal that had lingered from watching her climax earlier now fading. "Is this the way it always is, or is it the audience?" she asked softly.
Clark sighed. "No, this is the way it always is."
"So show me what you do," she asked again.
Clark looked blankly at her. "That's what I am doing."
"No, now show me, like I showed you" repeated Lois. Clark's confusion cleared and he took her hand, drawing it over himself again, wrapping her fingers around him, the thumb and forefinger of her hand barely meeting. Sliding his fingers over her own he began to move her hand over him, guiding the pressure and direction along himself and stroking firmly from the base to the tip, closing her hand briefly over the tip before sliding back downwards. Lois propped herself on her elbow as they lay on their sides and watched his face, not their hands, the arousal that quickly built in his expression firing hers. His eyes drifted shut, a sheen of perspiration on his skin gleaming in the soft light, and he moaned quietly as her hand followed the instructions of his. As he slid her hand back up over him and her palm rubbed over the tip, she felt the first drops of moisture from him on her hand, the return path down his erection smoothed by her palm now slick with him.
Clark gasped at the sensation of her damp hand enclosing him, sliding down him, and Lois felt him harden still more, growing again in her hand. The feeling pulled an answering gasp from her. Clark closed his hand a little more over hers, increasing the pressure, as his breathing became more erratic. "Lois ..." his voice cracked on her name, and he pulled her closer to him with his free hand. As they drew together, he reached blindly for her head, drawing her into his kiss as he sped up the movements of her hand, his hips pressing him into her grasp as the tension within him built. Lois briefly kissed his lips then drew back with an effort.
"This is for you ... to know what you like ... not for us," she managed to say, resisting the temptation to add her own variations to the pressure and movement with which he was guiding her hand. Clark tried to protest, but the words were lost in a final whispered moan as the tension overtook him and he came, his hand holding hers hard against him. Lois finally looked away from his face, mesmerised by the cascade against her stomach, watching him pulse in their hands as she lay next to him, the warmth flooding onto her skin with each thrust and contraction of his erection.
Clark shuddered as he slowly released her hand, and he opened his eyes slowly as his heart rate became less frantic. He moved his hand to her stomach, trailing his fingers in the viscous fluid. She looked back to his face, reaching up for a kiss. Her hand still covered him and she felt him react to the arousal in her eyes as he met her mouth, and she resumed the movements he'd just taught her. His tongue slid past her lips as he flattened his palm against her stomach, massaging the fluid into her skin with the same circling movements his tongue traced against hers as they kissed. He gathered some of the remaining moisture on his fingers and then sliding his hand downwards to her thighs, he gently nudged her legs apart, his dampened fingers finding her. Sliding slickly against her, he followed the pattern she'd showed him earlier.
"Clark!" Lois cried out at the touch, her hand clenching around him and her breathing suddenly ragged as she tried to hold back the climax his fingers were summoning. "Please, not alone ..." she gasped, pulling him to her. Clark slid his fingers from her and curved his hand around her thigh, bringing it up over his so that they lay face to face, together. Lois breathed a sigh of relief and guided him into her, her hand not leaving him until he was buried inside her again, finally releasing him with a gentle squeeze at the base of his erection. Clark bucked against her at the touch, driving into her involuntarily, and Lois clenched around him. That last pressure on him drove Clark back over the edge. He held Lois to him as his erection thrust into her, taking her with him. Lois flattened herself against him and, as he felt the touch of the dampness still on her stomach, Clark emptied himself into her.
They surfaced as they'd climaxed, together, and Lois deliberately squeezed Clark gently, holding him inside her. He shuddered, a gasp forced from him, and she felt a fresh warmth flooding into her. As the arousal cleared again from his eyes, Clark saw her smiling at him. Her question, asked so long ago, returned to his mind.
"I think it must be genetic, " he murmured, kissing her, "I definitely haven't practised. Until now." Lois laughed, the laugh turning abruptly into a gasp as he took a teasing revenge, pushing back into her.
The movement pushed Lois' lingering arousal back up and out of her control and she clenched around him, pulling him with her. As they tumbled again together, she reached up and kissed him, promising all the practice he wanted. The kiss broke into a soft moan as Clark took her over the edge. "Ohh ..."
Uploaded: 11 February 1997
Written: Early 1996
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