I cheated and looked this up since it has been so many days. It is
Don\'t Shoot the Messenger by Paul, our HatMan.
"Well, Lois, to tell you the truth, this isn't dancing."
"It's not?" There was laughter in her voice, along with a little disbelief. What in the world had he meant by that statement?
"No," he emphasized, still smiling. "*This* is."
And then she was floating--not just metaphorically this time, as she had when he'd kissed her, but quite literally! Both of her bare feet were a good six inches off the floor, and she wiggled them experimentally, her confused mind wondering for a split second just how he had managed to pull off a trick like this.
She looked down at her feet, then back at him in complete amazement. "Clark!" This was no trick at all! They were really floating in mid air, right in the middle of her living room! Her jaw dropped as everything fell into place, and although she tried, her thoughts were not turning into coherent sentences. "We're...we're...and you're...you're..."
"Yeah," he answered, somewhat sheepishly, and he looked like he was bracing himself for something. "I am."
"But...but..." Oh, this was just no good at all! How was she going to talk to him if she just kept repeating the same words over and over?
He seemed to understand her dilemma, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Lois, I've dreamed of dancing with you like this for so long. Just finish this dance with me, please?" he pleaded softly. "Then we can talk." He nipped gently at her earlobe. "I promise."
