His fists clench even harder by his sides. Lois is not sure she’s ever seen him look so lost, completely out of place in his torn Superman suit.
“And I owe Michael a big box of chocolates, too. Because this was humiliating enough as it was for me, let alone for him to have to tell me that I’d have to…”
“Fuck or die?” Lois supplies, finally finding her voice.
“Yeah. I guess.”
The decision comes easy. There is no way Lois is risking Clark’s life because he’s too afraid of his own strength.
Adult, DCU. This has got to be the most romantic sex pollen fic ever, with Clark being so <em>himself</em> despite everything – hot, too, of course.
