But she knew if she opened her eyes and looked to the side then her bed would be empty. He wouldn't be there.
Over the years she'd dreamed of Clark, on occasion. Never before had it been so vivid. The dreams usually felt ethereal, emotional. On extremely rare occasions she dreamed, what she presumed, were real events that had happened to OL, but they never lasted long, or revealed any pertinent information.
But this one…
Her heart was still racing and she felt … unfulfilled.
Mmmmmmmm.....that was a yummy dream! And then, with that already in her head, to add the towel scene...oh, so cruel!
/groobie has a thought...someone needs to write a story where the knot on that towel isn't as secure as Clark seems to think it is!
"What's not fair?"
"That you can eat like an eight-year-old but look like Mr. Hardbody."
Other things that aren't fair: that Clark only has eyes for Lois, that everyone else in the world has forever been denied their chance at getting Mr. Superman in the sack, that Clark's morals are a little less flexible than Barry's.
Susan, who is going back to work on her TOVOM nfic sequel...what with reading this and DC's Seeds of Doubt, Barry's going to see some action tonight!
