Summary: Lois’ POV during an upscale party.
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Okay. You can do this. Take another sip of wine. Ignore the look that server gave you. You have to behave, Lois; no fights.
You know how this night is going to end. Bored to tears, maybe get hit on by some gray haired weirdo and then back home to an empty apartment and two fingers. Maybe three.
God, it’s been way too long. I need a man. Not my fingers and definitely not a piece of rubber filled with batteries. God, even if it never got to the sex; at least the foreplay would be something.
Get a grip, Lane. People are going to start staring if you start spacing out. This is what you get for not wearing underwear to a thing like this. Better than panty lines, I guess. Why is it all the good looking dresses are so slim fitting?
“Lois?” Crap... Oh, it’s Clark. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just bored.”
“Cheer up. This thing should be over by midnight, and Perry doesn’t expect either one of us in until practically noon.”
Part of me wants to toss my drink at him as he walks away, but that would be a waste of good wine. I opt to down the rest of it instead. He is always so cheerful about *everything*.
Hm... Clark.
He’s not so bad looking. And he’s in pretty good shape. Tall. Broad shoulders. Big hands...
Hey, this could work.
I grab another glass from the server. It’s fairly crowded in here. There are tons of reporters. No one’s going to miss two of us. Maybe Jimmy, but he’s busy trying to attract the attention of that blonde.
“Hey, Clark.”
“Yeah, Lois?” Hm. His eyes are blue.
“I think I just found an outlet for my boredom. Follow me.”
I lead him down a dark hallway just off the main room. It doesn’t look like anyone has ventured down this way tonight.
“Lois, where are we going?”
“I don’t know yet.” I gulp down the glass of wine and set the empty glass on the floor near the wall.
There’s a door next to me. I open it. Inside I can barely make out the outlines of a few chairs and tables. Maybe a conference room?
“This will work.”
I grab Clark and swing him around into a chair. The door faintly clicks close behind us.
“Lois...?”
I don’t say a word as I kick off my shoes and hike up my dress around my thighs. He ain’t gonna know what hit him.
Straddling him is the easy part; this chair has no arms. Everything else might take some thinking.
“What are you...” I silence him with my lips. His body is so warm this close to mine. And firm. I need to find out how he stays in this good of shape.
I arch my back and move my hips against his. This is why I don’t wear underwear with these dresses: you can feel *everything*.
“Lois, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I think your little friend here disagrees.” That he can’t hide. Even through his trousers I can feel it. He’s enjoying this. A lot.
He pushes back on the chair, probably trying to get some edge on me, but all he succeeds in doing is straightening his body out. If anything, it helps me.
I kiss him again and have his belt unfastened before he can react. Five seconds later his pants are undone. And then I have my hands on the tightest pair of underwear I have ever seen. Figuratively speaking.
God... is he wearing the same size he wore in high school or did he actually grow that much? This might take more work than I thought.
He’s still trying to get out from under me, but luckily his movements allow me just enough space to slip his pants down far enough to get to what I was looking for. I can feel his whole body tense up as I wrap my hands around it.
Damn... “Little friend” may not be quite right. Clark is... HUGE. I can barely fit my hand around him. This was definitely going to be worth it.
I reach down between my own legs. Thank God I’m wet or this would hurt. It may still hurt, but it’s going to be the good kind.
I give him a few firm strokes before I break the kiss and rise up so my chest is at about his face level. His hands are still on my arms, but he’s not very active in trying to get me off of him anymore.
“Lois... We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You already said that.” I slip my knees off either side of the chair and impale myself on him a bit quicker than even I was expecting.
I gasp out loud. Oh. My. God.
“Lois?” Clark sounds alarmed. “Are you okay?” His hands move to my waist and start to lift me off of him.
I grab onto his shoulders to stop him. “Never better.” I shift my hips toward his again. “Let’s not stop the fun before it’s started.” I almost wish he could see my smile in the darkness.
Almost.
There’s something to be said for the unknown.
I give him a fleeting kiss and then place my legs back onto the sides of the chair. “This is the fun part.”
I lift myself up slightly before coming back down. I slip my arms around his neck so my chest is rubbing up against him as I go up and down again. As I continue, I pick up the pace, and he grips my hips tighter, guiding me as I go. His breathing is very shallow now, and I place a passing kiss on his lips.
One of his hands travels up my back, and his head tilts up to capture another kiss. Each time I come down, it’s like his lips are searching for mine.
“Lois...” Wow. I have him moaning now.
“Yeah, Clark?” I can barely speak.
“I’m almost...” I cut him off with another long kiss as I drop my legs off the chair again and grind my hips against his.
His arms wrap tightly around my waist again, and he holds me still. I almost swear I can feel his warmth escaping inside of me.
I shudder... but in the good way. Never before had I been rubbed in all the right places like that.
After a moment of stillness, I fight off the urge to curl into him and fall asleep. This was not the place for it.
“That was amazing…” I slip off his lap and stand up. Or at least try to.
I can’t tell if my stumbling is from the sex or the who-knows-how-many glasses of wine I consumed earlier in the night. I push my dress back down to where it belongs and manage to make it to the door.
“Lois...” I hear him scrambling to get up behind me as I open the door and walk out. I should probably say something more, but my mind isn’t focused on that right now. It’s telling me I need to get home. Preferably before I pass out. Leave the consequences for tomorrow; my libido got what it wanted.
No one even notices as I enter back into the main room and make my way toward the door. Well, almost no one.
“Miss Lane?” Jimmy’s got a really confused look on his face.
“Just going home, Jimmy.” I give him the most sober smile I can muster. “I’m sure if anything exciting happens after I leave, you’ll fill me in, right?”
“Uh, sure...”
I’m finally out the door, and the crisp night air feels wonderful on my skin. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. When I open them, I find that (luckily) there’s a cab waiting. I knew for a fact there was no way I’d make it home on my own. I still couldn’t even walk straight.
I don’t even think of the cab ride itself. I’m more lost in thought over what I just did as it starts to sink in.
My partner. He’s my partner. I work with him. Our desks are right next to each other’s. This was going to be awkward.
And yet… at the same time I’m thinking that all this time I’ve had all this pent up sexual frustration, and the best release I’ve ever had was always just a few steps away. How ironic.
As I walk into my apartment, the next big question that hits me is do I shower and go to bed or just pass out on the couch? Both are tempting.
Finally I decide on the couch. The dress has to be dry-cleaned anyway, and the sticky mess between my legs might as well wait until morning as well. It was just too good of a night to wash away all at once.
Ha. Boredom, I won.
Fin.
