Oh, she is, is she? Well, then.

"I think," fingers press forward in response to his hips, palm sliding down slowly and then back up, and a low whimper escapes from her throat, "that working your way up the ladder of success is usually the smartest way to go."

There is a long pause, while she jimmies his zipper down and gently slides her hand in, followed by a soft, lingering kiss.

Whispered: "But I need you inside me, Clark."