( my simple request is to come home and not get yelled at first thing cuz it fucks up everyone's mood and now i'm thinking that maybe the next best thing is for me to just somehow flip my car and move on to the next world or whatever while driving to a friends' house cuz maybe that'd make it better for everyone or smth idk )

@knightcowl said : five times kissed

one.

     he drived her insane. day after day, she wished he had never step foot in the kent’s farm. he was arrogant, thought he was smarter than everyone around him and stole lois’ brewed coffee every morning. if she had the strength to throw him outside a window, she would. she dreamt about it, more than once actually. usually lois was the pain in everyone’s ass. having one of her own — she didn’t know HOW  to handle it. and it killed her inside, not knowing what to do, not pinpointing which feelings to a v o i d. despite the usual quarrel and banter, they coudn’t stay away from each other for more than a couple of hours. almost felt like there was some cosmical energy pulling them together, one that lois would easily continue to ignore. what she couldn’t ignore was his annoying singing voice, that stupid song that he learnt had played at the strip club. how he had found said information was out of her reach but she prefered not knowing. every fiber of her body wanted to strangle him, throw that old radio out of the door and hopefully hit clark in the head as he was doing his chores. she takes a deep breath, s l o w l y, with eyes closed.  ❛ just shut up. ❜  it’s a whisper masked as a plea. she has had enough but he doesn’t seem to care. and right when she thinks it’s finally over, she hears a “ make me “ between the lyrics that continue to play on the background, sound being turned higher.   that’s it!   she walks up to him, determined to slap his pretty face and leave her mark on him. but by the time she gets close to him, he wears a smug on his lips, the one that drives her crazy. and her whole plan CHANGES in that second.    go big or go home, lois.    small hands hold his face, a glimpse of confusion in his eyes as she smashes her lips against his. it’s quick, no chance for anything else but definitely intense enough to leave a taste for later. she lets him go just as fast, relief clearly shining through her green eyes. he’s speechless. and the song ends, white noise filling the air.     ❛ finally, silence. ❜   and she walks away, not sure of what she has done but with a hint of delight in her mouth.

two.

     it was another night, like so many others before. smallville wasn't exactly known for nightclubs or bars. there were a couple of cafes and that was it. they used to spend their friday nights at the talon. lois had suggested weekly karaoke nights, a different theme every week. and drinking games. after that, the talon had become the teenagers and young adults' hangout spot for the weekends. clark had tried to stop her, they weren't legal and someone would find their booze stash for the games. but no one could stop her once she put her mind into something. lois had arranged with mrs k to do the night shifts and close the talon and since the weekend nights were doing so well, martha kent never suspected a thing.

      clark had left already to take chloe home, who unlike her cousin, couldn't hold her liquor. she thanked bruce to stay with her and help with the cash. she might have had a few too many tequila shots tonight and counting money was a little harder when she was almost seeing double. it wasn’t undoable as she tried to prove him by messing with the already counted money on the counter. she can see him rolling his eyes, clearly he was more sober than she was.

     as they get home, bruce has to stop her from blasting the whitesnake album in the kitchen, reminding her there are people sleeping upstairs. she lets out a whoopsy as she walks upon the counter and pours herself a mug of cold coffee. as she turns around, her head starting to play tricks on her balance, she bumps into bruce and what was supposed to heal her hungover in the next morning is now tainting his black shirt. she swears she isn’t usually this clumsy and obviously, he disagrees. as she cleans the wet floor, they keep on arguing and once she gets up to have a final say, she gets a glimpse of his back, with NO SHIRT ON. the lack of response compells him to turn around, probably thinking she has passed out on the floor ( it wouldn’t be her first ). they stare at each other for a few seconds, but it feels like hours. that hesitation ignites the fire inside of her, desire burning her skin as she scans his bare chest. and before her mind can call her back to reason, they’re kissing. it’s not soft or passionate but sloppy and hungry. she pulls him closer, a CRAVING to not let him go, matched by his hands on her waist that run down to her thighs. he sits her on the balcony behind them and the sudden movement takes her by surprise, mouth agape between kisses. his lips slide down to her jaw, peppering kisses down her neck and a moan slips from her mouth as her hands slightly pull his hair and she locks him between her legs. he’s already coming up, she can B A R E L Y  think straight but those seconds away gave her brain a break. she stops him by putting her fingers on his lips, preventing him from seducing her back to the adrenaline that she clearly wants. they live together, with the kents, who have been nothing but a family to both of them. they can’t do this. she can’t do this. NOT WITH HIM.    ❛ no, no. we CAN’T. ❜    she jumps down the counter, pushing him away from her. she needs the space. she needs the air to fill her lungs again, the blood to get to her brain so she can think. rationally.    ❛ oh god, i can’t believe, we just — we almost — fuck! FORGET this ever happened! ❜   still stunned by the endorphins, she runs away up the stairs, ready to forget this unfortunate night ever happened!

three.

     chloe’s wedding had been a disaster in more ways than she could count. besides the obvious beast almost ripping jimmy’s organs out and chloe gone missing — maybe worse — there was something else that kept her awake at night. or someone else. her feelings for clark were impossible to deny any longer and her insecurities crawled back up the moment their a l m o s t  kiss was interrupted by no other than the perfect girl next door. lois was an expert at avoiding bad outcomes and jumping out of them before she could get hurt. so when a story that would require out of city investigation is pitched to her, she accepts before she can even hear the name of the next city she’ll land in.     gotham.

       she arrived unannounced, so typical of her to crash into people’s houses. but she is welcomed with open arms by alfred.  “ pleased to finally meet you, miss lane. “   she’s not surprised by being recognized the second the door is opened, as if she had known him her entire life. a smile greets him, a silent thank you for not letting me starve all those times when i moved out of the kents. it’s not noticeable if he heard her thoughts but his smirk seems to confirm it. she remembers the rare moments bruce talked about him, how weird she thought he was from his stories. guess she was right after all. and yet, she puts a foot in front of the other, walking into the big old manor with a far away sound of flames crackling.

        what was supposed to be a week in gotham city turned into a month. excuses were made, new stories had to be told about the city of the bat. in face of a new heartbreak, the intrepid reporter buried herself in work — and in a new hero. batman was nothing like the blur. just as mysterious but with a hint of danger that was so familiar to lois. as much intrigued as she was of the dark knight, there was ANOTHER that caught her interest. bruce wayne had changed and made a man of himself. she remembers how young they were when they met, the chaotic mornings shared in the kent’s bathroom trying to get ready, the endless nights investigating together some new meteor freak, bruce proof reading her articles and lois handing him classified information she never knew why he needed it for. after a couple of years without seeing each other, it felt like NOTHING had changed. they were still the same — bantering endlessly, making each other laugh, relying on alfred to eat anything during the day. he hadn’t asked her the real reason why she had moved there, why she had leave metropolis and clark behind. the first time she caught him with cuts and bruises all over his naked torso, she didn’t insist on knowing HOW he got them. there was an unspoken understanding between the two. which made it difficult when it was time to LEAVE. she wasn’t allowed to be away from the planet any longer, it was time to get back. he joked about giving her a better position in gotham gazette and while she laughs, she knows he’s somewhat serious. she bites down her lip, holding her breath in an attempt to ERASE said thought from her mind.    she can’t stay.    she won’t be able to leave if she stays one more day. they grew closer than expected. lois ran away from metropolis to ignore her feelings, only to do it again one month later.    she was a mess. she didn’t know where to go, what to say, what to do. it was NOT easy to leave lois lane speechless but bruce wayne could, in more ways than she’d like to admit. and as his eyes await for an answer, her palm cup one side of his face and she comes closer. soft eyes lock his, taking in the moment she’d later regret.     ❛ i don’t belong here. i have to go. ❜   trying to hold the tears behind her eyes, a fond smile paints her mouth. she knows she can’t come back until her heart is healed and that might take longer than any of them are ready to wait for.   she leans in, lips are pressed against his cheek as a tear drops and leaves its salty mark on both of them. after grabbing her luggage, she walks away, shaky fingers wipe the tears from her face and she doesn’t look back.

four.

     over the years, the visits had become a CONSTANT. either she paid him a quick visit in gotham or he prolonged his business stay in metropolis. it took them a while to get through the last intimate encounter, not keeping in touch after lane left gotham. she focused on her work, writing more articles than anyone else in the bullpen, leaving a trail of exposés wherever she went and having her name known in the journalism community. wayne enterprises expanded even further from gotham, acquiring a handful of different businesses, one of them being the daily planet. lois couldn’t care less. technically he was her boss but he was never present, only making his appearance in big events and galas. in which they were always caught together, sharing a drink, making small talk with other business men in the industry, dancing even — but nothing compromising. because there was nothing there, despite the rumours circling the daily planet’s basement.

      however, there were moments that fueled the rumours. the tangible intimacy, their chemistry, the way eyes longed for each other and the laughs shared upon an inside joke no one else knew about. the way his hand caressed her arm when asking to have a moment alone with her or her genuine smile whenever she heard his voice behind her. there were suspicions about a relationship between bruce wayne and lois lane but no one could say it for sure because there was no evidence. even behind closed doors, there was  n o t h i n g  in concrete to tell. as lois liked to excuse it to anyone who confronted her about them, they were friends. ONLY FRIENDS. but only friends didn’t spend all of his time in metropolis closed in her small apartment, tasting different red wines and new restaurants’ takeaway. only friends didn’t shared and helped each other with their secret work projects. only friends wouldn’t fly to a distant city in their long weekend, more than once. only friends wouldn’t patch the other’s wounds without asking questions, even if she was d y i n g to do it. and so, after years of doing this dance, lois lane finds herself once again in the wayne manor, in bruce’s dark bedroom. she doesn’t turn on the light, he’ll know she’s there the second he returns from another crime fight night. instead, she paces across the wooden floor, not sure of what to do, again. it feels like a DEJA VU from so many years ago, when she left him to find herself. she has found the STRENGTH that resides within her, the passion she carries for the truth and the talent she has with a pen. yet, there’s something missing. she’s terrified to admit it but it’s been too long. they can’t keep doing this. it’s a make it or break it situation. and when he arrives, B E F O R E he can say a word upon seeing her shadow, she jumps on him. she doesn’t give him time to think, her mouth already clashing against his. her hands meet behind his neck, fingers entwined in his hair as parted lips beg for more.  she wants more.  she wants to feel the warmth of his skin, the electricity that runs through her veins taking over, she wants to feel him——— but she stops. her face steers away, but still close enough for him to feel her gasping for air, her heart racing loud in her chest. one of her hands lower to his chest, feeling his own heartbeat while the other rest in his shoulder.  ❛ i’m sorry, bruce. i just had to know. ❜

five.

      lois could never guess how much smallville would change her life. it changed who she grew to be as a person, it showed her her true calling in life and it put her future husband in her path, even if 19 year old lois lane would love to be able to kill him at the time.

     she never liked the fancy events she was required to attend either for the daily planet or for her husband’s company. as much as she loved being awarded and recognized for her work, the actual party to receive the award was torture to her. thankfully, she had bruce by her side, knowing he hated it as much as she did but they were experts in pretending they belonged there.

     getting home late in the evening, the wayne manor was filled with the  s i l e n c e  of kids sleeping in their bedrooms. she takes off her heels as she goes upstairs, another torture she had to endure, and she doesn’t resist the urge to check on the asleep children. she does this every night she misses their bedtime, thankful for alfred who takes care of them as if they were his own blood. as she closes the door of their daughter’s bedroom, she feels bruce’s arms wrapping her from behind and instinctively leans back on him. “ i think congratulations are in order, ms. lane. ”   she knows exactly what he means and she turns around to face him. she takes his gaze, still astonished by how their lives changed, how they never saw it coming so many years ago, how she got this lucky.   god, how much she loves him.   she tangles her arms around his neck, a smirk following her words.   ❛ any idea in mind, mr. wayne? i think i deserve a proper celebration. it’s not everyday your wife is awarded with another pulitzer. ❜    their lips meet, slowly and softly, an intimate kiss of who knows every inch of the other’s mouth, body, soul. lois takes his hand and leads him to their bedroom, feeling his fingers on her skin as he slides down her dress’ straps, then unzipping it right before they walk in. heels are dropped in the floor and as she hears the door being closed behind her, the dress suffers the same fate. turning around, his jacket and bowtie have already disappeared, hands rushing to unbotton the shirt and she meets him halfway to help. she kisses him again, more intense this time, demanding even. all she wants is to feel his skin under her fingers, a shiver running down her spine as she’s touched by him. unable to contain herself, she pushes him to the bed, desire glowing through her eyes and she’s immediately on top of him, pressing her body against his, rushing back to kiss the lips that she knows so well. it doesn’t matter that she finds herself breathless, or that her body melts under his grip, or that it feels like her heart is going to explode. the world DISAPPEARS, pleasure blinding her and all she wants is to breathe him, to get lost in his scent, to savor his taste,   to feel him inside of her.