Going up and coming down...

Stepping back and nearly fumbling as he reloaded his pistol, the guard aimed his firearm back at the tall, wild-eyed woman as she approached him. His aim shaky as the last rounds he fired were barely registered by the woman, let alone caused any damage as the bullets bounced off her skin. The moment she began to approach him he tried to fire again, only to find a hand reach out and crush his pistol like it was tin foil and toss it across the room before hoisting the man up by under his arms and pinning him to the wall where her breasts pressed up heavily against his chest with enough **** to knock the wind out of him.

“Please… Don’t hurt me.”

Fluttering her green, glowing eyes and smiling down at the man, Lois plucked his security hat off his head and ruffled his hair playfully, tossing the hat to the floor. She barely registered the man kicking and flailing his feet, which were now dangling several inches off the ground. If anything, she found the behaviour adorable as she curled a lock of her hair around her finger, leering down at the man pinned against her breasts.

“Oh, I’m not going to HURT you little guy, my little Smallville…” She giggled again, staring down at the frightened face of the man as she traced a finger down his cheek. Her vision going hazy as the small, dark haired man she had pinned reminded her of her husband. “I didn’t like how you left early in the morning without our morning snuggles… I think you owe me for that.”

Pulling the man up, Lois gave him a smoldering kiss that left him struggling and slapping his hand against the wall behind him, trying to breath after she caught him off guard and drove her tongue into his mouth. He even tried pulling himself free or even punching her in the hip, only to nearly break his hand over just how solid her body felt. It was like she was made of iron. By the time she pulled away from the kiss, the guard coughed and struggled for air, much to Lois’s amusement.

“Aww, don’t be like that Clark, I don’t have cooties.”

Leaning forward for another kiss, Lois stopped when she felt a light sting at the back of her shoulder, around the same time as a gun shot behind her ringing off. Looking over her shoulder with a pout to her lip, she found another guard shaking like a leaf with a pistol in his hands staring her down.

“Lady! Let the man go and get down on your kne…”

“HEY!” Barked out Lois, turning around and tossing her hair over her shoulder with a hand at her hip. The guard she had in her grip early completely forgotten while he fell to the ground and scurried off to hide behind a table. “I’m TRYING to have a moment with my husband you little twerp. Quit ruining the mood!”

Still being shot at and looking down at the bullets being flattened against her chest and stomach, Lois fumed and looked around the room angrily. Grabbing hold of a nearby metal table, she hoisted it up off its legs with ease and tossed the heavy thing at the man just as he dove out of the way. The table smashing against the wall as if it had been collided with an oncoming vehicle at full speed. Blowing out the wall behind it and causing every alarm to go off across the entire facility. Clutching her head and wincing at the painful noise all around her, it was almost deafening.

“CUT IT OUT!”

Slamming her fist against another empty table, the thing flung over and collided with a row of empty shelves, sending shards and panels of metal everywhere but all it did was make the noise worse. By then, the number of guards had multiplied and were now firing on her from every hiding spot and corner they could hide behind. After the display of strength, she showed off, no one wanted to be out in plain sight of the towering woman. Shot at from all directions, her ears ringing from the alarm going off all around her and the stinging annoyance of bullets bouncing off her skin left a ringing in her ears that only grew worse the longer she had to endure it. Sneering in anger, the woman clenched her fists together and raised them over her head.

“I SAID CUT IT THE HELL OUT!!!”

Slamming her fists into the floor, the small tremor was enough to knock everyone off their feet and send a small shockwave across the entire storage room. The ringing in her ears was starting to cause a splitting headache in her, clutching at her ears to shut out the alarms going off around her, the woman jumped with all her might, catapulting out of the room and the next five floors above her until she shot out of the facility roof… And kept right on flying up and out.

Stepping out of their hiding spots and out into the open to stand over where the woman was, two guards looked up at the hole in the ceiling where other staff floors ahead of them peered down back at them in shock.

“Who the hell was that?” Asked one of the guards, turning his attention to the one who was under her grasp.

“I’ve got a better question; who the hell is Smallville? And HOW does he survive a woman like that?”

Looking back up at the hole in the ceiling, the other guard shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Stepping back when a piece of the roof tumbled down the hole, the rest of the guards finally gathered and cut the alarm.

“Man, this is going to be a hell of a report, I hope Mr. Luthor won’t be pissed after this…”

*

Crashing like a meteor into a snowbank several miles away from the Lexcorp facility, Lois laid splayed out while hot steam broiled off her body after contacting the freezing snow beneath her. Fluttering her eyes and shivering as the temperature change coursed through her, the haze and euphoria from earlier evaporated with the snow flash melting under her while her body sank deeper into the snow until she finally touched down onto solid ground. Breathing hard and shaking her head, Lois brought a hand to wipe the sweat from her brow and sat up in the foot and a half deep hole of snow and melted ice around her.

“Aww… My aching head… What was in that kryptonite?”

Looking around the empty plot of land she crashed into, she spotted a farmhouse in the distance but not one she recognized. Staggering to her feet and looking around while rubbing her sore head, the tall woman looked down at herself and found she was wearing scraps and rags of the uniform she stole to get into the facility. Now reduced to denim shorts and with a little work, a tied over top. Realising she looked like some southern county dixie chick out in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold, Lois made her way to the farmhouse and sighed to herself in frustration.

“I hope they have a phone… And maybe a coat that fits me.”