One week later...

Waking up with the morning light hitting her eyes, Lois moaned in discomfort and brought her arm up to block the offending light and roll over in bed. She had expected to find Clark sleeping there with her but instead found an empty spot where her arm draped over. Possibly some emergency at the last minute that he picked up with his hearing, she reasoned. She was kind of surprised he could wake up so early what with all the sex they had been having the past few days, last night alone they did it three times before Clark passed out from exhaustion. She did not mean to be so needy with him, but for days she had been voracious with him in bed. Even after he was too tired to keep her satisfied, she still wanted more. The memory of it all from last night made the woman bite her lower lip and hum to herself in delight.

Tossing the blankets over herself, she looked over to the alarm clock on the side table, and pouted when her vision cleared enough to see it read 8 in the morning. Rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling, Lois sighed with frustration, wondering if she should stay in bed or finally get dressed. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling fan making her dizzy… She decided to get up. Standing up to her feet and scratching at her thigh, Lois stepped out of the bedroom and stretched out her arms to yawn.

Walking into the washroom to get cleaned up, Lois stepped into the shower stall after stripping down, waiting for the water to heat up, and after losing her patience, she began washing her hair. It had been a week since she had raided the Lexcorp facility and cleared it of all its kryptonite stores, and what a rush it was for her; the excitement, the thrill, the sense of power that came after. She was superhuman after she made her escape. She even managed to rescue her husband from a bank robbery. She felt amazing!

For a time…

Oh, she had become incredibly strong, and durable too. The likes of which she could not possibly imagine. But after a few days of it, she had learned there were downsides to her new abilities. Setting the hot water to its maximum and standing directly under the shower head, the entire bathroom had become fogged with steam from the scalding hot water spraying down on her, but to Lois, it all just felt lukewarm. Scrubbing herself down, she barely felt the sponge in her hand or the hot water or the shampoo in her hair. It was like she was numb.

After 20 minutes of washing herself down, Lois stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, wrapping a towel around her body and another around her hair. Looking at her reflection from the mirror despite the fog clouding the washroom, Lois took a long look at herself. Posing in front of the mirror with a hand at her hip and another holding up the towel around her hair, the woman gave her figure a quick look. If any thing positive came from eating all that kryptonite (apart from saving her husband’s life) was she looked absolutely gorgeous! She was taller now, almost a couple of inches taller and because of that she had to make a habit of wearing flats for Clark not to notice. Not only that she looked more athletic, she always exercised every now and then to maintain her figure, but the firm arm muscles, trim waist, toned long legs and heart shaped rear gave the impression she worked out extensively since she was a teenager. Not only that, with the way she had to quickly bring her arm back down to wrap around her towel, she tightened it back up lest the pressure her bust gave off would make it slip off.

She was a humble C-cup before all this, now she was sporting impressive double Ds. It was enough that she had to really loosen the straps to her bra just to contain them or just wear sweaters. As she stepped out of the washroom and filled the hallway with vapour mist returning to her bedroom to change. She flung the wet towels binding her hair and covering her body into the laundry bin and put on some slacks and a buttoned blouse. Making her way to the kitchen and pouring herself some juice and toast a cream cheese bagel to eat. After a bite of her breakfast, the woman rested her chin in the palm of her hand and sighed.

“Is this how it’s like for Clark everyday? Geez… How does he keep stimulated?”

Something was missing. That spark, that thrill just was not there anymore. And it got worse every day. Even the bagel she bit into did not have the same flavour she appreciated in the past. There was a flavour she wanted, one she had not had in over a week, and she wanted it again. Finishing her breakfast, Lois stepped over to her work desk and rummaged over the few remaining notes she still had over Lex Luthor’s weapons manufacturing. The next facility was just outside of Metropolis and after her fiasco with the last facility the security would most likely be doubled. Sitting heavily at her desk chair, Lois wiped her fingers through her hair and bit her finger. She did not want to admit it to herself but… She wanted that taste again, the taste of the green, the taste of kryptonite.

“Come ON Lois, snap out of it, you’re not doing this for a buzz, you’re doing this to keep Smallville safe!”

Rummaging through addresses in her hands, the reporter checked the map on her cellphone and planned for her next raid on the facilities. Gathering her jacket, she pocketed her things and headed out of the apartment for her destination.