Title: That She All But Begged For
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Tess/Lois
Summary: Missing scene from S8 Bloodline, wherein Lois met with Tess in her office.
Warnings: hints of rough sex
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I'm not that familiar with S8, so anything that doesn't fit is AU :P
Lois sauntered out of Tess' office, which at the very least was much less purple since the Queen of Metropolis had inhabited it, or Grant, who had been practically an infant, and his decorating tastes had been gaudy enough to reflect that. The revolving door of editors at The Daily Planet was really just a change of the guard. Lois knew how to get what she wanted; it hardly mattered who was beneath the suit this time.
Spotting Clark, doing what the lug did best, make copies, she approached him and crossed her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. With a smug look she kept her voice low and told him, "I just came from Tess... I gotta raise."
His bewildered expression was so worth a little playacting. She hoped her cheeks weren't too flushed.
"Why would she give you a raise?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm me. Hel-lo!"
Clark looked away and rolled his eyes. Oh, he was going to be fuming over this for hours. Delicious. Well, if he couldn't see how bitable Lois was, she would just take what she could get.
"Right. It feels kinda random, doesn't it?"
"Aww. Hang in there, Smallville," she patronized. Lois breezed past him and slapped the back of his shoulder. "You just have to pay your dues until the boss can see you photocopy like the best of them."
Clark followed after her.
"Did you see Tess yesterday?"
~~~
You're worthless to me.
Granted, it had taken Tess a moment before she had realized Lois was no longer Lois. She should have seen it before that—Lois looked like she was about to go get some glamour shots—but the moment she saw it, it was literally as though something both wicked and powerful was walking about in the hide of Lois Lane.
Lex had told her about this. She remembered him sitting with her almost two years ago, offering her a scotch even though she didn't drink at the time, and confiding in her about becoming possessed by a superpowered alien by the name of Zod. At the time it had seemed unbelievable. If he hadn't shown her evidence, she wouldn't have believed him then, no matter how generous he had been with her. She could barely believe her own eyes when Lois blurred past her, as fast as any of the aliens they had caught in passing on cameras. Even now, rewatching the security tape, it was hard to mentally hold onto the reality of it.
Lex'd also warned her how difficult it was to get decent security in this town, as she'd learned all too well with Green Arrow just waltzing into her home, paralyzing her, then stealing from her. Lex had warned her about that too, since apparently Green Arrow had treated Lex much the same, when Lex was still findable by God or man, and Green Arrow had sent men to test Lex's body for traces of the alien that had possessed him.
What a great day it was shaping up to be. Although the poisoned dart from a merry man was the least painful thing she experienced that day.
Hearing those words—worthless to me, worthless to me—drawled out of Lois' lips, were difficult, nominally because Tess knew that they were true. To her father, to Oliver, to Clark, to Lois—She was less than nothing to any of them. She could shrivel up and die, and not one of them would shed a tear. Oliver's chief concern was that she had spurned his male ego. Her father, well, the less said of that man the better.
Tess was not in the best of moods when Lois entered her office the next day, babbling about a low blood sugar episode to excuse her absence the day before. Luckily for Lane, Lex had told her that he had woken from his experience with his memories wiped, so Tess figured she wouldn't fire Lois. Not today. The woman probably wasn't lying. Instead, she had come into contact with something more powerful than she had the capacity to understand.
These events bore watching.
"You may think you can come and go as you please here, Lane, but you're hardly the star reporter at The Daily Planet," Tess informed Lois wickedly. "You're a basement reporter. I can't even trust you to cover town hall meetings."
"Hey, everyone gets sick days," Lois bristled.
"We generally don't let people call into work on a bender," Tess replied. She stood from her desk and lifted her chin. She could see Lois' nose wrinkle in indignation. It caused a smirk to twitch along Tess' lips. This was the most fun she'd had in a while. "It's against company policy."
Lois rolled her shoulders and swiveled her head as she spoke. "What's done is done. I can't wind my watch back and reverse time."
"Why haven't I fired you yet, Lane?"
Cheeks tensing, lips pouting. Lois probably didn't realize how often she inadvertently stuck out her chest, and what a magnificent chest it was. Tess shared many traits with Lex, but taste in women was not one of them. She liked curves.
"You'd be printing empty papers without me," Lois boasted.
"Would we? Maybe I could rehire your cousin instead." A fluid head tilt. A cruel slit of the eyes. Consequently, pink appeared on Lois' already rouged cheeks, causing a smile to tease across Tess' face. "Poke a story or two out of the farmboy. Then again, Olsen tends to be more adventurous than the both of you. At least he's not living it up at monster truck rallies or disappearing from work for no reason, instead of doing his damn job."
Good God, Lois was beautiful angry.
Her plump lips opened wide, her finger jabbed straight at Tess. "At least I'm not scraping the bottom of the barrel to smear the names of good men and philanthropists! I thought this was The Daily Planet, not the Inquisitor!"
"Oh? I suppose you'd know the difference. Since you started out there, and all," Tess taunted. "We have a opening in the gossip column. Since you're such an up and comer, maybe you'd be interested. You can rake all the muck you want. Get a raise. Get the perks you had under grant that Lex wouldn't give you considering how unpublishable your stories were last year."
"I'm not interested in Uncle Fester's opinion of me," Lois shot back.
Tess unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, then reached back to unpin her hair.
"And I'm not interested in raking muck," Lois continued, her voice falling to a whisper. "Not anymore. There are true things out there, and maybe I have to start out at the bottom, but baldshine made a deal with me, and I've delivered you articles you can publish. You can't fire me."
"I could." Another button.
"You won't."
"How do you know?" A third.
"Because." Lois' lower lip stiffened, then quivered, just slightly. "I'm me. And I get what I want."
"What do you want, Lois?" Tess tilted her head to the other side as she ruffled her loose hair. "Maybe we'll find that our interests… merge."
Lois' expression grew angrier at first, but then her head dipped, spotting Tess' open blouse. Her eyes flit back up to meet Tess' wide, green eyes that begged even as they demanded acquiescence.
"You're a piece of work, Mercer," Lois spat, hitting Tess' shoulders with both palms and throwing her over the desk. Surprised, she struggled, only to receive another blow that knocked her back, making her a little dizzy. Dizzy, dizzy, and then Lois was kissing her, ravenously, dominantly.
She'd seen the videos of course. Tess was more than aware that she wasn't the first editor of The Daily Planet to use this desk in a way that wasn't even close to journalistic with Lois Lane. Because of that it was obvious; the way that Lois pounced, the way she mounted Tess, the way she slipped her hand underneath Tess' stiff slate gray skirt and between her thighs, it was all different from the times before on this very desk. Lois' vigor bruised her, claimed her.
For a moment, she felt owned and wanted.
Tess knew she was worthless to Lois beyond a means of slaking her lust for glory, for money, for her newfound dreams, or even perhaps for the momentary pleasures that their bodies could bring to one another. She knew. She saw the way Lois looked at Clark, at Oliver, and at times, at Olsen. Tess was transitory, Tess was instant pleasure, Tess was too be used, used up, taken up, shot down, smacked down, pinned to the ground while she shook her head and cried. The ghosts of the marks left by those who used her were invisible but permanent on her skin, her soul. She would never forget them.
She'd hope she didn't have to spend the rest of the day hiding a bruise, but these bruises, these she'd all but begged for.
Oh, how Tess loved to bewilder this woman, to rile her up, and to bring that passion to her glib face. Lois Lane was getting a raise.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Tess/Lois
Summary: Missing scene from S8 Bloodline, wherein Lois met with Tess in her office.
Warnings: hints of rough sex
A.N. Written for
shopfront who requested fight!sex.I'm not that familiar with S8, so anything that doesn't fit is AU :P
Lois sauntered out of Tess' office, which at the very least was much less purple since the Queen of Metropolis had inhabited it, or Grant, who had been practically an infant, and his decorating tastes had been gaudy enough to reflect that. The revolving door of editors at The Daily Planet was really just a change of the guard. Lois knew how to get what she wanted; it hardly mattered who was beneath the suit this time.
Spotting Clark, doing what the lug did best, make copies, she approached him and crossed her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. With a smug look she kept her voice low and told him, "I just came from Tess... I gotta raise."
His bewildered expression was so worth a little playacting. She hoped her cheeks weren't too flushed.
"Why would she give you a raise?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because I'm me. Hel-lo!"
Clark looked away and rolled his eyes. Oh, he was going to be fuming over this for hours. Delicious. Well, if he couldn't see how bitable Lois was, she would just take what she could get.
"Right. It feels kinda random, doesn't it?"
"Aww. Hang in there, Smallville," she patronized. Lois breezed past him and slapped the back of his shoulder. "You just have to pay your dues until the boss can see you photocopy like the best of them."
Clark followed after her.
"Did you see Tess yesterday?"
You're worthless to me.
Granted, it had taken Tess a moment before she had realized Lois was no longer Lois. She should have seen it before that—Lois looked like she was about to go get some glamour shots—but the moment she saw it, it was literally as though something both wicked and powerful was walking about in the hide of Lois Lane.
Lex had told her about this. She remembered him sitting with her almost two years ago, offering her a scotch even though she didn't drink at the time, and confiding in her about becoming possessed by a superpowered alien by the name of Zod. At the time it had seemed unbelievable. If he hadn't shown her evidence, she wouldn't have believed him then, no matter how generous he had been with her. She could barely believe her own eyes when Lois blurred past her, as fast as any of the aliens they had caught in passing on cameras. Even now, rewatching the security tape, it was hard to mentally hold onto the reality of it.
Lex'd also warned her how difficult it was to get decent security in this town, as she'd learned all too well with Green Arrow just waltzing into her home, paralyzing her, then stealing from her. Lex had warned her about that too, since apparently Green Arrow had treated Lex much the same, when Lex was still findable by God or man, and Green Arrow had sent men to test Lex's body for traces of the alien that had possessed him.
What a great day it was shaping up to be. Although the poisoned dart from a merry man was the least painful thing she experienced that day.
Hearing those words—worthless to me, worthless to me—drawled out of Lois' lips, were difficult, nominally because Tess knew that they were true. To her father, to Oliver, to Clark, to Lois—She was less than nothing to any of them. She could shrivel up and die, and not one of them would shed a tear. Oliver's chief concern was that she had spurned his male ego. Her father, well, the less said of that man the better.
Tess was not in the best of moods when Lois entered her office the next day, babbling about a low blood sugar episode to excuse her absence the day before. Luckily for Lane, Lex had told her that he had woken from his experience with his memories wiped, so Tess figured she wouldn't fire Lois. Not today. The woman probably wasn't lying. Instead, she had come into contact with something more powerful than she had the capacity to understand.
These events bore watching.
"You may think you can come and go as you please here, Lane, but you're hardly the star reporter at The Daily Planet," Tess informed Lois wickedly. "You're a basement reporter. I can't even trust you to cover town hall meetings."
"Hey, everyone gets sick days," Lois bristled.
"We generally don't let people call into work on a bender," Tess replied. She stood from her desk and lifted her chin. She could see Lois' nose wrinkle in indignation. It caused a smirk to twitch along Tess' lips. This was the most fun she'd had in a while. "It's against company policy."
Lois rolled her shoulders and swiveled her head as she spoke. "What's done is done. I can't wind my watch back and reverse time."
"Why haven't I fired you yet, Lane?"
Cheeks tensing, lips pouting. Lois probably didn't realize how often she inadvertently stuck out her chest, and what a magnificent chest it was. Tess shared many traits with Lex, but taste in women was not one of them. She liked curves.
"You'd be printing empty papers without me," Lois boasted.
"Would we? Maybe I could rehire your cousin instead." A fluid head tilt. A cruel slit of the eyes. Consequently, pink appeared on Lois' already rouged cheeks, causing a smile to tease across Tess' face. "Poke a story or two out of the farmboy. Then again, Olsen tends to be more adventurous than the both of you. At least he's not living it up at monster truck rallies or disappearing from work for no reason, instead of doing his damn job."
Good God, Lois was beautiful angry.
Her plump lips opened wide, her finger jabbed straight at Tess. "At least I'm not scraping the bottom of the barrel to smear the names of good men and philanthropists! I thought this was The Daily Planet, not the Inquisitor!"
"Oh? I suppose you'd know the difference. Since you started out there, and all," Tess taunted. "We have a opening in the gossip column. Since you're such an up and comer, maybe you'd be interested. You can rake all the muck you want. Get a raise. Get the perks you had under grant that Lex wouldn't give you considering how unpublishable your stories were last year."
"I'm not interested in Uncle Fester's opinion of me," Lois shot back.
Tess unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, then reached back to unpin her hair.
"And I'm not interested in raking muck," Lois continued, her voice falling to a whisper. "Not anymore. There are true things out there, and maybe I have to start out at the bottom, but baldshine made a deal with me, and I've delivered you articles you can publish. You can't fire me."
"I could." Another button.
"You won't."
"How do you know?" A third.
"Because." Lois' lower lip stiffened, then quivered, just slightly. "I'm me. And I get what I want."
"What do you want, Lois?" Tess tilted her head to the other side as she ruffled her loose hair. "Maybe we'll find that our interests… merge."
Lois' expression grew angrier at first, but then her head dipped, spotting Tess' open blouse. Her eyes flit back up to meet Tess' wide, green eyes that begged even as they demanded acquiescence.
"You're a piece of work, Mercer," Lois spat, hitting Tess' shoulders with both palms and throwing her over the desk. Surprised, she struggled, only to receive another blow that knocked her back, making her a little dizzy. Dizzy, dizzy, and then Lois was kissing her, ravenously, dominantly.
She'd seen the videos of course. Tess was more than aware that she wasn't the first editor of The Daily Planet to use this desk in a way that wasn't even close to journalistic with Lois Lane. Because of that it was obvious; the way that Lois pounced, the way she mounted Tess, the way she slipped her hand underneath Tess' stiff slate gray skirt and between her thighs, it was all different from the times before on this very desk. Lois' vigor bruised her, claimed her.
For a moment, she felt owned and wanted.
Tess knew she was worthless to Lois beyond a means of slaking her lust for glory, for money, for her newfound dreams, or even perhaps for the momentary pleasures that their bodies could bring to one another. She knew. She saw the way Lois looked at Clark, at Oliver, and at times, at Olsen. Tess was transitory, Tess was instant pleasure, Tess was too be used, used up, taken up, shot down, smacked down, pinned to the ground while she shook her head and cried. The ghosts of the marks left by those who used her were invisible but permanent on her skin, her soul. She would never forget them.
She'd hope she didn't have to spend the rest of the day hiding a bruise, but these bruises, these she'd all but begged for.
Oh, how Tess loved to bewilder this woman, to rile her up, and to bring that passion to her glib face. Lois Lane was getting a raise.
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