She Slaps Him In The Face

"Who the hell do you think you are? Just because you've gotten a handful of weak-willed sluts to bow down to you, don't think every woman you meet is going to bow down and beg to suck your cock! I've fucked Superman! You may be legal now, but do you really think you're anything but a little boy with little boy ideas of sex? Because let me tell you something mister..."

He blinked. She saw his eyes flicker. They were changing color, fading between sky blue and an iridescent, almost glowing green. Her hand hadn't left a mark on his cheek, nor had she really expected it to. Superboy blinked rapidly, as if trying to process everything she said to him...and there was something so off about that, about him, about this whole setup. She wondered what the heck was going on in his head. This was just so unlike the young man she thought she knew.

"...and another thing," Lois said, and tapped his chest right in the center of the S-shield for emphasis.

Which turned out to be a mistake.

His eyes turned wholly green for a moment, and then it was like a wind blew up under the reporter's clothes...which exploded off her body in a puff of air and ten thousand threads giving way all at once. So that Lois Lane stood utterly naked before Superboy.

Tactile telekinesis! Lois realized. Great Caesar's ghost, I forgot he could do that...

"You're a beautiful woman, Lois," Superboy said, and gave her a crooked smile. "Intelligent, resilient, willful. I will enjoy making you call me 'Master.'"

The reporter swallowed, temporarily at a loss for words. Because the cold air bit into her skin, and she suddenly felt very, very ****.