Threesome

Written because Melisande demanded a threesome, ice cream and a mutant.

Disclaimer: Not mine. Alas, prolly never will be. But a girl can dream, can't she?

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Feedback: Yes please! Pretty please!

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She shivered as a warm gust of air brushed across the small of her back.

"You up?" Lex murmured, the silken tone in his voice making goosebumps rise on her skin.

"Mmmm," she sighed, a pleasant ache pervading her sated body.

She shifted slightly, pressing herself against him. He was so smooth, and she again found herself wondering how she could be in a relationship with a man with smoother skin than hers.

Blinking, she opened her eyes and turned to face him. Amused, sky blue eyes stared back. She shifted again so that her entire body was facing him. His eyes drifted lower, lingering at her breasts and then at the soft curve of her hips.

"Did he have to leave again?" she asked, suddenly noticing the absence of the third of their group.

"Ice cream. Remember?" Lex said, grinning.

She frowned. "He's been gone how long?" she asked, glancing at the clock.

He shrugged and sat up, running an elegant hand over his smooth scalp. "About five minutes. Must have been a long line."

Something about the tone of voice made her suspicious. "And just where did you send him?" she asked, running a hand down his chest. He really did have the best skin, and she couldn't seem to keep her hands off of it.

He smiled. "Florence, of course. Best gelato on the planet. Where else?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, great. Now he'll be gone forever. You know some disaster will happen in Rome or something while he's over there."

Lex raised an eyebrow and reaching down, cupped his hand behind her neck, his thumb brushing back and forth across her lower lip. "Then he'll miss what we do next, won't he, Lois?" he whispered as he leaned over to kiss her.

A sudden rush of air, and Clark was back, carrying a rumpled bag with slightly softened gelato. "There was a line," he announced, as he shucked his clothes and crawled back across the bed to rejoin his companions.

She sat up and pulled away from Lex. "Mmm. What flavor did you get me?" she asked, grabbing the bag.

Clark grinned fondly at her. "What do you think, Lois?" he asked, his grin getting wider as she discovered the Nutella gelato that was her favorite.

She handed the bag to Lex, who rummaged through the sack to find his pistachio. He then sat cross legged on the bed and proceeded to devour his ooey gooey treat.

Clark just laughed and pulled out his vanilla. "I thought that the plan was to eat if off of each other," he said in between bites.

"Yeah, whatever, Clark," she said, between mouthfuls of ice cream. "If that was the plan, then I hope you brought extra."

Clark grinned even wider. "Of course, Lois darling," he said. "Check the bottom of the bag."

She looked at him and then opened the bag again. Sure enough, there was another container of gelato in there. She looked up at him and smiled seductively. "Always thinking ahead, Clark," she murmured. "I do love that about you."

Reaching over, she took Clark's almost empty gelato container out of his hands and pressed herself against him. "So what shall we do with the extra ice cream?" she purred, straddling his hips.

Clark dipped his head to kiss her and their tongues tangled. He leaned her body into Lex's arms, her back pressed against his chest. As Clark pulled his lips away to nibble down her neck, Lex licked her jaw. She turned her face towards him, and then her mouth was being devoured. Lex was probably the best kisser she had ever encountered in her life, and she told him that, often.

Lex pulled away from her and she moaned as she watched the two men's lips meet in a scorching kiss. They were so hot together. She loved to watch them and sometimes felt like she was intruding when she was with them.

Lex's hands swept over Clark's warm naked back and Clark in turn leaned in closer to gather Lex to him. Their tongues dueled for supremacy until breathing won out, and Lex had to pull away panting.

She sighed when Lex leaned down to kiss her shoulder, and then she whimpered as Clark sucked her nipple into his mouth, tugging gently on the tender flesh.

She arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth. The sounds that she made caused Lex to nuzzle her ear and start whispering encouragement. She could feel his hard throbbing length against her back and she moaned, longing to feel him inside her.

Clark, in the meantime, had moved down and was licking the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. Lex licked her neck and slowly, steadily thrust against her, his leaking cock painting the small of her back with precome.

Moaning loudly at the double assault, she arched into the pleasure. Lex's talented hands ghosted over her ribs and breasts, finally settling on her nipples to gently pull and roll them between long clever fingers. And Clark's tongue! It was almost prehensile as he slowly licked his way inside her. She bucked upwards involuntarily, eyes closed and head thrown back onto Lex's shoulder, mouth open as she screamed soundlessly.

She moaned as Clark backed away slowly. "Ice cream," he whispered, and she didn't even have time to realize he had gone when he was back and smearing melted gelato on her navel. She whimpered and writhed as he proceeded to lick it off with slow movements of his tongue. A long finger probed her and she gasped, the sound swallowed by Lex's mouth as he kissed her.

Then she was being turned around and she was straddling Lex, who was looking up at her as she slowly impaled herself on him. As she sat, Clark settled in behind her, the warmth radiating off of him in waves.

"You ok?" he whispered, and she nodded, words having deserted her as she felt Lex flex inside her.

"Fuck..." she whispered and he slowly and painstakingly made a place inside her for himself.

"That's the idea, Lois," Lex said, a devilish smile on his face.

She laughed and then moaned again as the friction of movement caused by her laughter rippled through her. She buried her face in his neck, and then stilled as she felt herself being flipped over with Lex still in her.

Clark. Clark was now looking down at her over Lex's shoulder. And Lex was now moaning and writhing. What was happening?

Then Lex's arched his back and his head fell onto Clark's shoulder. He moaned and twisted his hips more and that was okay, since it meant he was sliding deeper inside her. Then the slick slippery sounds of Clark's fingers, and that meant he was preparing Lex. And then Lex suddenly pulled away a bit, trying to feel more of Clark's fingers, she realized.

Clark leaned over and she heard him whisper. "God, Lex. So tight." And Lex could only gasp an answer. A slow push as Clark entered Lex and Lex settled into her and then it began.

Lex fucked her slowly, carefully, his face a study in concentrated pleasure. But then really, it was Clark driving and Clark fucked him slowly. Lex moaned and she felt herself tighten around him in response to that sound.

"God, Clark!" And Lex was twisting inside her and Clark was inside him and they were all moving together. And the pleasure was incredible. She felt like both Lex and Clark were a part of her. As she moved, she reached up and pulled Lex's face down to hers. She licked her way inside his mouth and swallowed his moans. His tongue mimicked the movements of his cock sliding in and out of her, powered by Clark, who wrapped them both in his arms and made love to them with all the tenderness at his disposal. She loved these moments.

She smiled to herself as she realized how fortunate she was that they let her into such a precious part of their intimate moments, then all coherent thought fled. Lex panted and tensed, Clark was pounding into him and the vibrations of his movements were propelled though him into her and then Lex was exploding inside her and Clark was wailing and shuddering to a stop.

They lay entwined for a few moments, the only sound in the room was harsh uneven breathing as everyone recovered.

"Wow," she finally whispered, as Lex shifted and slid out of her. "That just gets better and better," she said, running a shaking hand over the closest skin she could find, which happened to be Lex's scalp.

"Mmmm," Lex responded, sounding for all the world like a contented cat.

Clark was already snoring, adorably snuggled up to Lex's back, spooning him.

"Must he always do that?" she asked, somewhat disgruntled.

Lex smiled and, reaching out, gently caressed her face. "He's tired," he said softly. "Let's let him sleep."

She nodded and slipped from the bed. Glancing at her watch she swore and dressed quickly. "Gotta go. I have a deadline. Tell Clark I'll see him later," she said. "And it's back to normal outside of this room," she added unnecessarily as she opened the hotel room door.

"I'm familiar with the arrangement, Lois," Lex said.

Nodding, she stepped into the hallway and the door closed quietly behind her with a gentle click.

She walked down the hallway and ducked into the stairwell. Sliding down the wall she covered her face with her hands as she felt the transformation take hold. A few moments of agony was a small price to pay, she reminded herself as she took deep gasping breaths, her body rearranging itself. No one knew about her mutation and no one would, she vowed for the umpteenth time.

Twenty minutes later as she was walking through the lobby of the hotel when she ran into the manager. Just her luck that she had come looking for a job there only a few weeks before.

"Miss Lang! Nice to see you," he said smiling.

She smiled nervously and stopped to greet him politely. As she started chatting with him, she saw out of the corner of her eye Lex and Clark getting off the elevator together. She turned away as they walked by, not wanting them to see her standing there talking to the manager.

Lana watched as they exited the hotel and walked up to a shiny black limo parked there. Clark looked lovingly into Lex's face for a heartstopping moment before he bent down and entered the sleek car. Lex, elegant and sophisticated in his sunglasses, looked around momentarily as if he knew he was being watched. Then, he too got into the car and it sped away.

Lana sighed and then turned her attention back to the manager and his inane conversation. At least this way she got a little piece of them. Even if they didn't know that their third was her and not their dream girl, Lois Lane.

~Fin