Originally posted by Morgana: 23. (from a fic still in the drafting phase) Lois pulled her reluctant husband slowly towards her lips. "You love me, I love you..." she said before she pressed her lips seductively against his slightly open mouth, "so why aren't we doing anything about it?" It's going to be a bit. I keep juggling multiple different stories (one I've posted a part for so it's getting the brunt of my attention until it's finished.) This one's a "PML sequel" that takes place post-marriage.
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx.
JONATHAN: A jinx?
CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me.
-"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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