Her dreams were of Red and Blue, but it wasn’t the Red-Blue Blur. It was red and blue checked shirts.
I love it when Lois fantasizes about the Blur and somehow it ends up being Clark she's thinking of...
“I’m right here Lois,” came the voice at her ear again. No this is supposed to be the Blur. “But I am the Blur, Lois.” No, that would just be too perfect. My life isn’t so perfect. Things don’t go so easy for me. Besides if it’s true then there is no Mr Right cause the Blur just has all Clark’s relationship baggage.
The truth is staring her right in the face, and she just can't see it! Well-written bit here.
“I know you like to wear it, Lois.” His voice was still a whisper. “You can put it on if you want.” All the time he spoke he was dipping his head slowly. Now she was pinned against the kitchen table. She slid her hands over his shoulders and linked them behind his neck. His lips tasted sweet, like vanilla. “Mmmm. Wild Cherry.” Clark mumbled against her lips.
Nice dream here... I could see this being Red K Clark... but without K -- wowza!
If he was ever to act like that for real, rather than just stare at me with that ‘take me’ look, God help me.
I'm right with you, Lois.
Such a fun fic! Can't wait for more!
(and there totally needs to be a nfic version...
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