Epilogue: Danger Days

The first days of a new love are a whirlwind. Lois and Angelica tried to spend every moment together. Angie would show up at Lois's work with lunch, greeting her with a kiss, sending scandalous rumors around the office. At night, they went out: dancing, shooting, dinner, a carnival, a theater show. Yet every night they ended up together, on the reporter's bed, Angie Blaze balls deep inside of her. Neither of them talked about protection, after that first night. Too intent on exploring each other's bodies, their minds.

Right through the middle of Lois's cycle, what the reporter called her "danger days."

It was like they were trying to get pregnant.

Trust Clark Kent to provide a rude awakening.

He knocked on the entrance of her cubicle, polite as always. Lois had been daydreaming, and shook herself out of it as she spun around in her chair.

"Smallville!" She said, giving him a tired smile. "What's up?"

Lois saw a thick, pale manilla folder in his hands, and felt a bit of unease.

"It's about your...girlfriend," he said. His mouth was a tense line, the blue eyes behind his black plastic frames intense. "Blaze."

"She's not...well, I guess...we haven't decided on a label yet," Lois sighed. "She's my lover, okay?"

"So I gathered. What do you know about her?" He asked.

The sense of unease grew in Lois's stomach.

"Clark...what is this?"

He sighed. "I know you're...enraptured. I don't want to spoil your fun. I'm just worried. I did some digging."

The tall man handed her the folder. Such was Lois Lane's trust in her friend that she opened the folder...and frowned.

"There are Justice League files. How did you...?" She shook her head. Began to page through the documents.

"Look...I care about you. As your friend," he said. "So please. Read this. Before you make any rash decisions, okay?"

Lois frowned, already busy reading reports about a very familiar-looking figure named Blaze.

She was still reading when it was time to go home, and a very different set of knuckles rapped on the cubicle.

"Hey sexy," Blaze said. She was in tight black jeans that showed the length of her cock down the left leg, a ripped black t-shirt that threatened to show off her small breasts and nipples at every movement, yet never did. Black boots laced up to the knee that added to her already tall height.

Lois raised her eyes at the dickgirl...and could see it now, even when Blaze was in her human form. The shape of the cheeks was the same, the hair, the smile like she knew a secret that you didn't...the reporter's guts felt like they were tied in knots.

Angie picked up on it immediately. "What is it? What's wrong?"

The reporter took the top page off of the report and handed it to her. The Justice League's Who's Who of the demon Blaze.

"Angie...tell me the truth. Is this you?"

The dickgirl took a deep breath.

She looked up from the page and stared Lois in the eyes.

"Yes."

"Then all these crimes...you really did them? The ****, all that?" Lois pressed.

"Yes." Quietly, almost a whisper.

The reporter's shoulders slumped. She let the file fall to her lap.

"Was it all a lie?"

Blaze fell to her knees before Lois. Her hands clutched at the woman's knees, looking up into those violet eyes.

"No," she said hoarsely. "Not all of it. At the beginning, I thought...it was an opportunity. A chance to fuck with Superman, by fucking with his girlfriend. Then I got to know you...and we kept meeting...and I..."

She couldn't say it, Lois realized. As much as she wants to, she just can't say it.

"...I don't want to lose you." Blaze said.

Lois took a deep breath. "I think...I need to think. About us. I think we need to spend some time apart." She chewed her lip. "Go. I'll call you. When I've made a decision."

For just an instant, Blaze stared at her. Maybe it was a trick of the light, a split-second where Lois saw that olive skin as blood-red, the dark eyes pure white with no pupil or iris...and then there was a crack of thunder, and Angie was gone, leaving just a whiff of black smoke...and the echo of words.

"I will wait for you."