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Sorry thisn slightly late. Missa have had bombat works again.
Why had Luthor taken Superman to the basement wine cellar if he had Kryptonite manacles waiting in his secret bedroom chamber?
The manacles where in case Ultra Woman showed up?
Had Lex been planning to move Superman back up to his bedroom for a live wedding-night show?
Ding Ding Ding!
LOIS:
Had Luthor told Superman what he had planned?
Why would he do such a thing? I mean, that’s sick and disgusting and totally wrong, from a moral POV.
LEX:
LOIS:
The type one saw in old time movies, where the man lied to the woman to protect her, so she wouldn’t be burdened with the truth. Those were tough nuts to crack
and Lois wasn’t even sure she wanted to know the whole truth.
CLARK: See? I manage the truth for her own benefit!
CLARK:
It was amazing that he even wanted to be in the same room as her.
Well, he’s still a guy.
CAT: He didn’t want me, so… /returns vote back into purse/
She was also sure that he didn’t blame her one bit for whatever Luthor did to him.
That made one of them.
Oh boy.
The pizza.
Clark had forgotten the reason he was in Europe in the first place.
Ooops?
He sighed. It wasn’t as if she really wanted pizza at two in the morning anyway.
Unless she’s pregnant and the pizza comes covered in Swiss cheese, garlic, and chocolate sauce?
He, then, went into the living room to clean up
/scratches at screen/ Hmm… No…that’s not on the outside… How those fruit flies get inside the screen…
clean up the tea things, only to see that Lois had already done so.
He domesticated her!
She had done so, while waiting for him
/checks air for the smell of dead socks/ No, Miranda wasn’t here so why’s there a fruit fly plague in the city…?
Pulling back the covers, he zapped the sheets with a low beam of heat vision to warm them and then set Lois down, tucking her in.
Aww…
LOIS:
That’s not how you keep your woman warm at night!
“Where were you?” she asked, opening her eyes, her voice still groggy from sleep.
CLARK: Umm…returning my elderly neighbor’s video to the store?
LOIS: I’m sorry I’m late, too.
“Chuck!” she interrupted, flipping back the covers. “I’m freezing here. Into bed!”
See? The woman knows what she wants.
He didn’t know what to say or do. Worse, he feared what she might say or do and what he’d have to say and do in response.
CAT: Phil? Did you remember to put those copies of ‘Female Anatomy for Dummies’ and ‘The Annotated Guide to the Kamasutra’ into the mail?
He stared at her, wishing he could think of something more profound to say other than ‘I love you.’
“I forgot the pizza,” he said instead.
Better than ‘I forgot the chocolate’?
She smiled. “I’ll live.”
“And the cannoli.”
Her smile faded.
See?
She took hold of his hand under the covers. “I’m not kicking you out of this bed, no matter how hard you try. You’re warm and I’m not stupid.
She didn’t even open her eyes. “Don’t try to earn brownie points, Chuck. You did forget my cannoli.”
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Clark awoke to the scent of lavender and Lois. He smiled and cuddled closer to his pillow.
It made a soft sound of contentment.
Ooooh! How is he lying on Lois?
Her back was pressed against his front.
Uh-oh?
Hmm…
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He couldn’t see it and he was most certainly touching bare skin that didn’t belong to him.
So, somewhere before second base, then?
Nope, it wasn’t at her waist.
Or not.
The angle of his arm was wrong for that.
Did he actually manage to be safe?
He swallowed. Oh, God. It was tucked between her thighs.
Lois was gently pulling up the hem of his shirt. She was so totally absorbed in what she was doing and seeing that she had forgotten what a light sleeper he was.
Oh dear!
Blue Man Group?
startling her so that she jumped backwards, became entangled in the sheets, and almost fell off the far side of the bed.
There’s an ‘s’ missing
He raised his eyebrow. Why else would she want to look at his chest? It was just a male chest, after all. It wasn’t interesting in the way a female chest was.
/points at her password/
If it were, men wouldn’t be allowed to walk around without shirts on.
Or maybe women are just smarter?
He considered how he looked to be about average.
Yes…/takes sample set of 100 Superman clones/ Perfectly average.
Okay, maybe slightly above average, but nothing any woman would write home about.
RACHEL: I certainly wouldn’t tell my mother that I had sex with my highschool best friend before going off to join the army.
LANA: Why would I want *anyone* to know that I had relations with an *alien*?
They were lying on a bed, after all, and that… that… well, it just wasn’t a good idea.
Things could progress and then stop, leaving Lois in a decidedly sour mood?
“Do you get phantom pains?”
“I haven’t lost a limb, Lois,” he said,
I wonder if Lex will get phantom pains when he has to visit the facilities after he sees Lois again…
/swats fruitfly/
She pulled his hand down to where his crest lay on her chest. “Then I could wear this for real.”
She moved his finger resting on her chest so that it traced the entire ‘S’.
Despite that change in his ideology, a part of her hoped that he recognized that he wasn’t just feeling the ‘S’.
CLARK: I wonder if that cotton is from Alabama or Australia…Hmm…
“I mean, ‘yes’ it’s fine. I’m used to it, now.”
He’s used to what? she wondered. Feeling my chest?
Without saying a word, Lois set her hand on his bare chest. His splendid chest. His chest that no other man’s chest compared with.
Funny how the perspectives differ, huh?
The sun was shining. The room was bright. She wasn’t stalking him like a wild cat on the savanna. There wasn’t anything here to scare him.
She sounds wicked. And sort of smart. One does have to wonder if his hand had arrived at its sleep-position on its own volition.
Should she tell him that he had made it to second base?
Maybe later.
Lois had no idea why she was worried about Clark dying.
Probably because her temporal memory of him is reaching its conclusion…
“You ever been to one of these before?” Lois whispered to Clark as they sat in the back of the small room.
A court session where the defendant or prosecutor wasn’t his girlfriend?
angry threatening letters
I think maybe a fruitfly…?
“I need my sleep,” Clark whispered. “Another psycho after you isn’t going to help me get any.”
Because she’d be staying over permanently and then he’d never be able to sleep in his bed knowing there won’t be any accosting going on?
Lois elbowed him in the ribs again. Harder.
She must have seen his grin.
“Don’t get cocky, Chuck.”
Yep. She had seen his grin.
Clark covered his mouth to hide his chuckle. He knew that Lois was merely teasing him. If she had really wanted him to cave, she would have tried harder – or at all – when they were snuggling in bed.
Lois held up her file. “Kyle’s a big fan. Writes me almost monthly to tell me how he can’t wait to see me when he’s released. He’s even written vivid descriptions of how we’d spend those last hours of my life,”
“I agree,” stated Judge Laurette McKnight, the only woman on the panel. “Take some credit for yourself, Mr. Griffin. Ms. Lane didn’t put you in prison. Your own actions did that.”
Ooooh! Buuuuurrrrrn!
Kyle Griffin wouldn’t be back up before the parole board again for another twenty-four months.
So…break-out then?
Michael
