Did You Ever Donate Sperm?

Behind the black plastic frames, the sky-blue eyes grew wide. A crimson flush ran over those rugged cheeks...and then his mouth closed into a firm line, and Lois saw a certain firmness in the set of his jaw that she hadn't seen before.

"Lois," he said. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Because...I was artificially inseminated tonight," Lois swallowed. "And they told me you were the sperm donor."

The door closed behind Clark Kent. He wasn't stooping now, and with his shoulders thrown back and his head held high, he frankly loomed over Lois. She bit her lip, seeing him in this new way...had he always been so...confident? The reporter reached out, instinctively, and straightened his tie. Her hands brushed his shirt, felt the warmth radiating from his skin...and a part of her wished he would just scoop her up in his arms, crush her against that chest...

"Lois," Clark said, and all hint of a stammer or mild manner was gone. "Start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

She took his hand and led him, unresisting, to the kitchen table. "Four women have gone missing over the last few weeks. I traced them all to this underground club..."

The reporter had an eye for detail. As she told the story, her investigator instincts recalled more and more. Kent sat at the table, one big hand holding hers, those blue eyes staring like they could see right through her. When she got to the part about Maria, Lois knew she should try to disassemble...but Clark spoke up, for the first time.

"Don't leave anything out, Lois. Every detail. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise. We're both adults here."

Now it was Lois lane's turn to blush. She squeezed his hand...and then told him about Maria. The computer. Then things got...confused. Lois could hear herself speaking, but it was almost like the events had happened to someone else...Clark prompted her with questions, and details came out. How the chair felt. The sound of the voice. Nothing about how she felt, though she could see the color rising in his cheeks as she told him about how she had been penetrated...inseminated...

Maybe it was her imagination, how his hand got a little sweaty during that part. How he shifted in his chair, as though his pants suddenly got tight. The flush spread, just a little, to the tips of his ears. Maybe that was just what Lois wanted to see...the reaction she had hoped for...but the reporter felt a shiver of excitement run through her at the thought that maybe, Clark Kent did find her sexy. That he might be aroused at the thought of her getting knocked up with his kid.

"You didn't answer me before," Lois said. "When I asked if you'd ever donated sperm. Clark...I have to know. I have to know if...if it's your baby."

She put one hand on her stomach, as though she could feel the tiny life inside of her.

"I..." He took a deep breath.