End: Her Heart

Walking out of the tattoo parlor, arm in arm, Lois lane thought over the events of the night. Nothing had quite gone as she expected. The new piercing weighed on her clit, so sensitive that the merest brush with the fabric of her panties made her blush and almost wet herself.

"I don't have anything for you," Lois admitted to her new fiance.

"Now that's not quite true, is it love?" Blaze laced her fingers with Lois. Their steps were guiding them both to Lois Lane's apartment. "After all, I've got you."

"Yes," Lois said...but in her mind she was wondering about that too. She felt weirdly giddy, despite the pain in her clit. It had been a long time since she felt this excited, this...

I'm in love, Lois realized, as they crossed the park. Birds flew out of their way, dogs growled, but the reporter barely noticed. She felt like singing, like dancing, like...shouting her love into the heart of the world.

It was crazy, she knew that intellectually. She had barely met Angie, and here she was engaged, with a clit piercing, and maybe pregnant and... The lights turned green as they crossed every street. An old woman with a black shawl about her head spat on the ground and made the sign of the cross as they passed her, and Angie just smiled that half-secret Mona Lisa smile of hers...

Chemical attraction, the reporter told herself as they reached her building. The doorman's face was carefully blank, but he let them in. The elevator opened as they approached, though it was empty. Early relationships are like that...brain flooded with serotonin, the love chemical...dopamine from the piercing...

Lois felt Blaze stiffen as they exited the elevator on Lois Lane's floor. She looked around, nostrils flaring, like a dog on the scent.

"Smallville!" The reporter said as they walked towards him. Angelica let Lois pull her along, not resisting but not leading either.

Clark Kent was standing at the reporter's door. He pushed his glasses up his nose.

"Lois," he said, with nothing of his usual warmth. "Who's your friend?"

"Oh! Right," The reporter gave a little laugh. "Clark Kent, this is my fiance, Angelica Blaze. Angie, this is Clark. He works with me at the Daily Planet."

"Fiance," Clark said, his face carefully neutral. He extended his hand. "When did that happen?"

"I popped the question tonight," Blaze said. She took his hand...and they shook. Both of them seemed grimly serious about that handshake. For perhaps the first time, Lois noticed what a big man he was when Clark Kent threw back his shoulders. Their fingers were tightly clasped. Too tightly, the reporter decided.

"Have you known each other long?" He asked, in a tone of voice that suggested a hostile interview.

"Clark," Lois butted in. "What are you doing here? Need something?"

Somewhat reluctantly, Clark let the handshake drop. He turned to Lois.

"Yes, I think I have a lead on your missing women case. If you'd like to come back to the office..." he said.

"I uh...kind of have plans tonight, Clark," Lois gave him a wan smile. She could sense something was wrong, though what she wasn't sure of. Could he possibly be jealous of Blaze? Maybe he was secretly prejudiced against lesbians? Kent was from Kansas, after all.

Imagine what he would think if he saw her cock, Lois thought.

"Can't it wait?"

A muscle worked in his jaw. Angelica squeezed the reporter's hand a little tighter.

"I'm sure Mr. Kent could tell us what it is here." Blaze said.

"It just came in on the police band. The women have reappeared. All four of them. Outside that club downtown. They claim temporary amnesia for the past few weeks. I thought you might want to interview them..."

"Certainly if you heard of it on the police band, then the police are handling the matter," Blaze said. There was something about her demeanor that seemed to be challenging Clark, and Lois frowned. She didn't want her lover and her friend to be fighting, but it felt like there was some invisible dick-measuring contest happening between the two.

"With respect Miss Blaze, Lois should..."

"And Lois will," the Daily Planet's Greatest Reporter interrupted. "Clark, I really appreciate you bringing this to my attention, but Blaze is right—if the women did show up amnesiac like you said, then they're going to be tied up with cops and hospitals for hours. I won't get a chance to talk with them until the early morning. So for those few hours, I'd like to celebrate my engagement. You understand, right?"

There are grown men who, without really trying, can look like wounded puppies. Clark Kent turned those big blue eyes on her, then pushed the black frame glasses up his nose.

"Of course Lois, if you're sure..."

"I am," Lois said, and gave him a playful punch in the shoulder. "Don't worry Smallville. I always get my story. I'm going to come into the office tomorrow morning, and we'll catch up and compare notes then, alright?"

"Alright Lois," he said, and he stepped backwards, shoulders slumped. There was an air of defeat around him as Lois unlocked the door to her apartment and shooed Blaze in. "Good night."

"Good night, Clark," she said, right before she closed the door in his face.

"Oof," Lois Lane said, as she locked and bolted the door. That had been harder than she thought. Angelica's hands were there in an instant, slipping the jacket down the reporter's arms so that the long fingers could work the muscles in Lois Lane's back and shoulders.

"I think he's jealous," Lois said, braced against the door as Angelica continued her massage. The reporter could half-imagine Kent still in the hallway outside, listening to them.

"He's your friend. He cares about your well-being," Angelica said, and her lips brushed the back of the reporter's neck. "I'm sure he'll come around in time. So long as you're happy. You are happy, aren't you love?"

Lois turned, let her jacket slip to the floor as she leaned against the door. Her hands found their way to her fiance's pants.

"I am happy," she said, and her nipples were hard and tenting the fabric of her shirt. Her hands undid the button, letting the tip of Blaze's cock pop free. "Let me show you how happy I am."

Angelica Blaze smiled in the darkness. "Remember, no sexual contact until your piercing heals."

Lois lowered herself down to her knees. Buried her face in Blaze's crotch, soaking in that smell...sweat and musk, masculine and feminine at once...and her tongue stole forth to run around and across the hard shaft before her. In her own pants, Lois felt her pussy start to throb, wanting and needing this dick inside of her, the still-swollen clit aching with the heavy ring through it that declared her cunt the sole property of Blaze...

"We can do other things," the reporter said. She thought again of Clark Kent, on the other side of the door. If he was listening, he was about to get an earful.

Because while Lois Lane's night out was at an end, her night in was just beginning...