S&L Fanweek Day 7 Prompt: Love
Last but not least, he's a little flirty Clois fic for your Sunday evening 🥰
This has been such a fun fanweek! Thanks to all who contributed, engaged, and especially organised this event!
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Heatwave
Lois mutters a string of expletives as she climbs off the bed, fanning herself emphatically with her hands.
'This is insane, Clark, there's no way I'm going to be able to sleep in this heat!'
Clark sits up on the bed next to hers, offering a sympathetic expression. Being unaffected by heat is one of many things his Kryptonian body is useful for.
'Want me to get some ice?'
Lois glares at him. 'Don't you think I thought of that? Apparently this piece of shit motel can't afford to fix their ice machine any more than they can fix their air con. You'd think for the ridiculous prices they charge they could-'
Clark drifts off mid rant. Sweat glistens on his partner's skin, the thin fabric of her vest top sticking to her body in all the right places.
Suddenly, he does feel flushed, though it's for very different reasons…
Maybe they could both do with some ice.
‘Just let me take a look. I learned a few things growing up on a farm,' Clark insists once she's finished.
His eyes are fixed on her face as he speaks, refusing to allow them any more furtive glances south. But even the shine of her sweat moistened lips is enough to make him swallow.
The other side of the door can't come fast enough.
Clark closes it behind him, letting out a breath he's been holding. He takes a quick look around to see that he's not being watched, then heads over to the alcove where the ice machine sits. It's late and most of the lights are out, but a flickering street lamp illuminates his way.
When he arrives at the ice machine, he uses his X-Ray vision to see the damage.
Crap.
The mess inside makes him hesitate.
This thing isn't just broken. It looks like it's gone unused for years. For a second he wonders if he should just go back empty handed. No human could plausibly fix this thing up, let alone get water to freeze into cubes in a matter of minutes.
But then he remembers how short Lois' purple pyjama shorts are…
No, it's worth the risk.
He'll just have to hope she's too grateful to question his method.
In just a few seconds of super speed plumbing and cleaning, followed by freeze breath ice cube making, Clark clutches a cold bucket to his chest.
His partner is ecstatic.
There's a good few minutes of feeling relieved he's solved both of their problems before the unexpected downside of his plan hits him.
Lois moans as she places one of the ice cubes at the back of her neck, then slides it over her chest, cooling her exposed skin inch by excruciating inch.
Why has she started hand moving in slow motion?
Clark realises his mouth is hanging open just in time to shut it before she looks his way. But if he's not mistaken, there's a flirtatious edge to her expression when their eyes finally meet.
‘Oh, sorry Clark, is this bothering you?’ she says with a wry smile.
‘Me?’ he replies, voice coming out much too high. He adjusts his pitch. ‘Just uh… thinking we should put those bottles of water in the ice bucket.’
The flimsy cover at least gives him an excuse to stand and turn away from her. He points himself towards their bags, strolls over, and fishes out the drinks they bought at the airport.
He's tempted to dump one all over himself, but concludes that might be even more of a giveaway.
Just act normal Clark. She's your partner, she's your-
The sensation of ice on the back of his neck makes him yelp in surprise. His partner giggles as he spins around. The look on his face must be quite the picture, because she covers her mouth.
‘Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you,’ she says. ‘Just thought you should try it. Feels good doesn't it?’
She gestures for his permission to go again, standing so close and smelling so good that he's rendered mute. All he can do is nod. His eyes follow her hand as she places the cube of ice against his skin again, sliding it over every exposed inch she can see. He shivers when she dips a little below his t-shirt collar.
She smiles, satisfied.
He thinks he might just be falling in love with that smile.
‘Bit cooler now?’ she asks.
Clark nods again, but really, it's a lie. He's never felt more on fire in his life.
Lois steps back, eyes drifting over the moisture her ice work has left behind. ‘Okay, I'm going to try and sleep. Wake me up if I sleep through my alarm?’
Clark nods, then wordlessly climbs back onto his own bed. He collapses onto his back, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes.
She's snoring lightly after a few minutes, but there's no chance of sleep for him tonight.
All he can manage are a few wildly inappropriate dreams.
