Clark Kent, Superstud

A quick shower, a careful trim of her pubic hair and armpits. Douche and enema. Brush her teeth. Just a touch of makeup. Brush her hair. A spritz of perfume...a bottle of lube placed conveniently by the bed, just in case... The buzzer came, and Lois nearly floated over to it to ring her stud up.

Lois Lane threw on her red silk dressing gown, the one from Japan. Made sure she was showing just enough cleavage. She didn't expect to be wearing it very long, but she wanted to be sexy, enticing...

A knock at the door.

She undid the bolt and threw it open, eager to see who her stud was...

Clark Kent was freshly shaved. His hair was pomaded, his teeth perfect. Lois Lane saw that he was wearing a clean, pressed suit, a cut above what he typically wore to the office, broad shoulders thrown back so that he seemed a little taller than normal, a little more imposing.

His eager smile changed when it saw her standing there in her robe...not a leer and not a frown, but a gentle softening of the eyes and mouth.

He's actually glad to see me, she realized, and felt herself smiling too. They looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, don't just stand there 'Superstud,'" she said, moving aside. "Come on in."

"Are you sure...LBare?" he hesitated on the threshold, like a vampire. By way of answer, Lois grabbed his tie and pulled him forward, closing and locking the door behind him.

Clark Kent, she thought, shaking her head. Of all the studs in all the world, to find each other using the Breedr app...

Here he was, standing in her kitchen, looking around at it. His eyes drifted through the doorway to the bedroom, the bed visible there, but he didn't make a move. For someone so open, so forthright about everything, Lois Lane realized that she had trouble reading him. Maybe for the first time, she wondered what secrets Clark Kent was hiding...

"You look good," she said. "Handsome."

"You look beautiful," he said, turning around. "I'm sorry I'm...not what you expected."

"No games, Smallville," Lois said. She walked over to him, swaying her hips just to see if he would catch the motion. He did, and swallowed. The reporter smiled and brought her hands up to undo his tie.

"How long have you been on the Breedr app?" She asked.

"I signed up today, after work," he took a breath, that big chest swelling as she pulled the loose tie out from his collar. Buttons strained, and she could see the heavily muscled chest there, just the hint of hair...more of Clark Kent than she had ever seen in the office. "I've...been feeling lonely lately. Always wanted kids, a family, but..."

Those big blue eyes fell on her. "...never seemed to find the right person."

Her hands unbuttoned his suit. For some reason, she had always thought of Kent with a paunch, like many ex-football players. But no, his abs seemed flat, the shirt smooth. In far better shape than she thought.

"You're a good-looking guy, Clark," she said. "If you dressed up like this more often, I bet you'd have to beat the women off with sticks!"

"It's not just...any...woman that I'd like to be with," he said, a hint of red burning those sharp cheeks. Clark placed one finger on the collar of Lois Lane's red robe, and traced it down. She felt absurdly naked as that simply motion pulled it off her shoulder, showing more cleavage. Now she was blushing, and had to fight the urge to cover herself back up.

Why would I do that? I mean, the whole point of this is to get naked...right?

"I just signed up tonight. You're my first too," Lois said. "I just...decided it was time. I have to admit, I never expected my 'stud' would be anyone I knew. But Clark...if this works out...if I do get pregnant tonight..." she felt her voice falter for a moment, lost for words. "...I'm glad it's you."