The Kick In

Lois Lane found herself staring at the back of her hand. Like really staring. It was like she had never seen it before. Almost like she could see through the skin, to the bones and muscles and veins beneath. The door dinged as it opened, and the reporter stumbled forward, legs not quite working right, and that was hilarious.

She giggled, stumbled, and giggled again.

The reporter steadied herself against the wall, suddenly feeling good...really good. The fear and trauma from earlier in the night was still there, but it was like a jewel in her mind, something she could turn and examine from different angles. It had been pretty hot when she was getting fucked in the ass, having all that hashish packed into her rectum. Maybe she'd even have enjoyed some private time with Officer Stanley...

Someone was standing outside her door. Tall, broad at the shoulders. Dark hair, dorky glasses. A name wafted up to the forefront of her blissed-out brain. Lois grinned, actually glad to see him.

"Clarkie!" She said, giggled, stumbled forward.

He winced. Then in a blink of an eye he was there, crossing at least ten feet of hallway in an instant, catching her in his arms before she fell. Lois laughed. That seemed so funny...

"Lois," Clark Kent said. "Are you...okay?"

"Oh Clarkie," Lois said. "I've had such a night. I was at this club...and there was this bottle...I could show it to you..." her voice sank down to a husky whisper. "...I'm in the mood to show you a lot of things. You know you're really good-looking Clark Kent? I could totally do naughty things to you..."

Lois Lane felt her mouth running without conscious thought. Other parts of her brain were engaging. On a whim, she plucked off Clark Kent's glasses.

Those blue eyes seemed to bore into her skull. To see straight through her.

"You're high!" he said, voice incredulous.

"You know," Lois whispered, curling his forelock into its characteristic S-shape. "I think you're right."

Clark half-carried her to her apartment. It took six tries for her to fit the key in the door. She liked being in his arms, and said so.

"Don't pretend you don't love it too, Clark." Lois said. "You've been wanting to carry me across the threshold since you met me!" She snuggled into her arms. "In fact, why don't you carry me to bed?"

"Lois, tell me what happened tonight," Clark said, his voice suddenly serious. "Did you take the ****? Did somebody give them to you?"