“You evil, evil man,” Lois murmured from against Clark’s chest.
He smiled, knowing exactly where this conversation would head next.
“How dare you introduce me to another delicious Italian dessert,” she went on.
“If they bake bread and pastries and sell them with coffee, it could be called a panificio-pasticceria-panetteria-caffetteria or a panificio-pasticceria-panetteria-ristorante.”
Fudge Castle sounds so much more simple.
“How do you know about these wonderful desserts if you don’t like sweets?”
He shrugged. “I have good hearing.”
“I still think you should have tried at least a bite,” she said, adjusting the shawl around her shoulders.
Oh, please. Clark tried to hide his scoff with a cough. “You didn’t look as if you wanted to share,” he said with more diplomacy than his thoughts.
He’s naughty!
She returned his scoffing expression. “Nobody likes fruitcake, Clark.”
“Then why did they have it on the menu?”
It’s something of a tradition?
“My tiramisu was to-die-for better,” she said, not acknowledging his point. “You should have tried it.”
So, if Lois had ‘fed’ Clark she’d have then died within the next 24 hours?
“Mmmm,” he murmured. “You’re right. That does taste good.”
He does have improved. He no longer throws up in her mouth. Of course, this might also be related to the fact that she’s stopped snogging with Lex before visiting her boytoy.
“Oh.” He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he moved his mouth to her ear, where he said softly, “I have to consciously remember to not rise out of my shoes when you do that.”
So, he should best always make sure his feet are hooked underneath something before kissing Lois?
“Oh, right. Well, it’s just a little something I saw and thought you might like,” he said. Perry’s warning echoed in his thoughts.
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“I’m sure I’ll love it,” she said.
Clark wasn’t as sure.
Mace? Or maybe a homing beacon for her to wear?
What kind of wearable item was she thinking of, he wondered. Clothing? He swallowed as his mind automatically moved to underclothing.
Sounds like the obvious direction. Although, he might give her a nun’s habit instead. Just to make sure that she’s not distracting any longer.
Had she bought him lingerie for his birthday?
Maybe a new pair of red briefs?
No, he couldn’t picture that. She must have meant that she bought herself lingerie to wear for him.
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Wouldn’t that be ‘she bought gift wrap for her to wrap his birthday present in’?
Was that what she was expecting? After he specifically told her the previous day that he wasn’t ready to move their relationship in that direction and that he would be waiting until marriage?
LOIS:
He does realize that a ‘no’ just means ‘yes, but you have to apply yourself’, right?
Her tone certainly hadn’t suggested ‘dress’ or ‘shirt’. No, no. Clothing wasn’t an appropriate gift –
I don’t know. If she had bought him a dress to wear to work, that might be a great gift to the newsroom.
CAT: I hope they make photos…
Anyway, if… when he proposed to Lois again, he would make it special.
Lana had once griped about a friend of hers whose boyfriend had proposed on Valentine’s Day. She had said it was tacky and just showed the man was a cheapskate, because he didn’t want to buy her a gift for Valentine’s Day as well.
:roftflol: Also, do people celebrate the anniversary of their proposal? Wouldn’t it be much more efficient to use V-Day for the wedding? Then again, Lana’s always been a tad…special.
A proposal of marriage should be all about a man showing how important the woman was to him.
I’m assuming the proposal RSVP sent to Lois via Mrs. Cox wasn’t up to Clark’s standards, then?
Thankfully, no one jumped out from behind her couch to yell ‘surprise!’
PRANKSTER:
There were much more important things to do than celebrate her birthday. With one leap into the air, Lois pushed her apartment door closed, kicked off her shoes, and landed in Clark’s arms, knocking them both onto her couch.
Nothing seemed to work. They were still firmly planted on her couch.
She’s going at it mechanically and it doesn’t turn on his flight stick.
His hands formed a T again. “What’s going on?”
How dense was this guy? “I’m kissing you… or I was before you interrupted me.”
Maybe he’s an alien? Maybe kissing only works when there’s special red lighting in the room?
“Let me rephrase that.” He paused to take another slow breath. “You're acting a bit… methodical.”
Did he just call her a bad hooker?
LOIS: Hookers don’t kiss.
“You seemed very intense… as if you were on some sort of mission.”
To visit her bedroom?
“No,” she said, rising to her feet. “My boyfriend just accused me of forcing myself on him.”
Clark sure knows to pour ice water onto a fire, doesn’t he?
Lois crossed her arms again, saying flatly, “Whatever.” How could he accuse her of manipulating their kisses? Her brow furrowed.
Because she did and now she’s ticked off that he called her out on it?
Methodical. Ha! She had just been trying to see what it took to make him float off the ground. How was that being methodical?
Maybe a seeing-eye dog would help the mad dog?
Her brow furrowed as another thought came to her. Did Clark need to concentrate to keep his feet on the ground? Was his natural inclination to float in the air, so he needed to focus a part of his brain on mimicking gravity in order to blend in better?
I guess it’s a first that someone accused Clark of being an airhead.
It was smaller than a breadbox, but definitely bigger than a gift box containing jewelry of any sort. It was too square cube in shape to be clothing or another lava lamp.
Maybe a mobile phone?
Lois sat down on her sofa and proceeded to tear off the bow and wrapping paper until she uncovered a box set of the three Lethal Weapon movies. “I… I ….Don’t know what to say,” she stammered.
Awww…and huh? Not very romantic.
“How did you know I like Mel Gibson?” she asked.
Or maybe it is.
“Cheated,” he repeated. “I suspected you liked these movies because I saw them in your video collection in the future. I’m sorry. That was wrong of me. You’re not her; you’re you. I’ll return them and get you something else.”
Then, it felt as if the world tilted, and suddenly Lois found the floor beneath her feet once more.
See? Floating.
“Float kiss me again. Only this time, I want to feel it.”
“Feel… what exactly?” Clark asked cautiously.
“Weightless in your arms.”
I wonder if a two-week honeymoon would have the same effect on Lois as two weeks in space would.
“You could make love to me five feet above the bed, and I bet I would be thoroughly distracted enough to not even notice,” she dared.
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A wicked grin flashed across his face. “That can be…” The grin slipped, and he ran his fingers through her hair. “Don’t tempt me,” he murmured.
Oops?
Oh boy. A Lois on a mission.
She was soooo going to win.
Or get very frustrated in the process.
“Forgive me, Father, for I’ve sinned.”
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Also, he had impure thoughts and invoked the Lord’s name in conjunction with Lois?
“Clark?” returned Padre Carlos’s surprised voice. “Have you converted since we last spoke and given another priest the commission?” Clark could hear the humor in his voice.
Clark set his head against the screen separating them. “I’m been having lustful thoughts about Lois… all the time,” he went on. “Help me.”
“Marry her and have many babies,” Carlos replied, opening the door of his confessional.
LOIS: That one! I want that one to do the ceremony!
“I heard back from the Vatican, regarding your inquiry,” Carlos said. “They told me to reassure you that reincarnation doesn’t exist; therefore, an eternal curse upon your love is impossible.”
Sounds…reasonable?
WELLS:
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“Lois and I may have been… um… intimate,” Clark blurted out in low hiss.
“Pardon?” Carlos’s voice sounded strained.
Poor Carlos. He must be sooo confused.
“It was when I had amnesia, during Nightfall. I… I… I wasn’t myself, incapacitated, and I don’t rightly know,”
So, basically, he’s telling his priest that it was all Eve’s fault?
I feel as if I am being tricked into compliance… as if someone
EW:
Ooooh! Fun! Also, I did miss him
Michael
