“Excuse me,” he said, or he hoped he had said it, but his mind had already moved onto Lois just a few short steps away.
So, Lois-track mind it is?
CLARK: Lois? Lois. Lois. Loooois!
Turning, he nodded to Lois. “You were right. He came back.”
LOIS: Good boy. Goood booooy! /eats chocolate treat herself/
“I just had a feeling he would,” she purred as she turned her back towards their boss to face her new dance partner.
Clark took both Lois’s hands in his and drew her to his chest. He was about to say how much he admired her dress, when he heard the Chief exhale a murmured, “Oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lord.”
I think he just realized why Clark came back.
After a while, though not longer than a minute, Lois’s smile dimmed. It was as if she had clapped her hands together, smashing his heart to dust between them. What was wrong and how could he make it right?
She is unsatisfied and he needs to make her win.
“Because you’re so stiff and formal. Did Mayson say something to upset you?”
She thinks it’s Mayson’s fault he’s become so stiff?
DILLINGER: It wasn’t not me!
Finally, he pulled Lois closer so that he could shift his hand off her skin and onto the fabric at her waist. He could have just set his hand on her left hip, but she could’ve misconstrued that as him pushing her away.
Poor dear.
Lois smiled. He had made the correct choice.
LOIS: Gotcha.
“I notice that you have a scar on your back.”
Lois stiffened and raised her chin to look him in the eye. “I do?”
“Just a small one.”
“Of course, you’d notice it,” she grumbled. “Where?”
Lex *did* steal her ovaries!
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“I can be Riggs and you can be Lorna from Lethal Weapon 3,” he suggested.
“Smile, guys!” Jimbo said, causing Clark to look up. A flash of light blinded him.
Thank God for Jimmy Olsen!
He does know about ‘the spirits that I called’, right?
“Come on, Lois, you can give the Daily Planet a better smile than that,” Jimbo went on. “And no obscene gestures this time, either. It’s for the society pages.”
He spun Lois around so that Jimbo could get a shot of Lois’s back.
Really? He thinks it’s a good idea to give Lex a picture of Lois’s back so he can make a more perfect clone the next time?
“Oh, shut up,” she grumbled. “A fat lot of good it did me anyway.”
Because she’s still wearing said dress?
“Wally’s approaching,” Lois mumbled under her breath. “He’s staring at me as if he’s going to ask for a dance. I’m going to tell him ‘no’.”
“That isn’t very polite,” Clark replied.
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“Howdy, Kent. May I have an opportunity to dance with the belle of the ball?” Wally asked.
CLARK: Sure. I’ve seen Mayson…uh…over there.
“Geeze, Lois. If you don’t want to make Kent jealous by dancing with other men, why wear a dress like that?” Wally retorted.
He does realize we haven’t seen Ralph since he ‘left’ some dozen parts ago, right?
“Well, that was embarrassing,” Lois mumbled.
“I’m sorry. That was rude of him,” Clark replied, pulling her back into his arms.
“No, you. Acting the big tough guy to Wally, as if my telling him ‘no’ was meaningless and I needed to use you as my shield.”
LOIS: ?
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“Do you think I can’t handle myself against a sexist pig like Wally?”
He just prefers Lois not wearing orange?
He sighed dramatically. “You know between the number of people who threaten you and whom you threaten, you’re my number one client, especially since Lex Luthor was put behind bars. Perhaps I should start charging you. I wonder what my rate could be.”
She placed her lips to his, softly kissing him.
Well, that answered that question.
Mayson probably thought that Lois’s choice of dress had to do with tempting Clark away from her, even though Clark was Lois’s date.
MASYON: So, she’s a criminal and a hooker.
Lois shrugged. “This new thing? You should…” She sucked her words back into her mouth.
“I should what?” he asked, resting his hand at the base of her now covered back.
… see it wadded up on your floor.
Oooooh!
His gentle hands massaged the back of her neck and the exposed section of her shoulders.
It was as if he had opened a bag of chocolate chips and only offered her one.
Maybe a full-body massage?
She had pictured two sweaty bodies entangled in sheets.
So, she *had* planned for prom night.
Frankly, she couldn’t wait to take off this dress. The lace at the back of the neck was rubbing her raw. However, knowing Clark’s ability to fly off at the drop of… well, anything, she decided to suffer in silence a little while longer.
Yes, otherwise, he’d have to…run out the front door?
Clark’s lips broadened into a smile. “I like the sound of that.”
“What? Me changing for you?”
“I… uh…” His gaze drifted to her now lower neckline. Clearing his throat, he continued, “I put some clothes on the bed for you to… uh… wear.”
Oops?
See? Oops.
a positive step, if he peeked
Hmm…no comma?
With the pants were one of her t-shirts.
’was’?
After getting dressed,
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Soft music filled the apartment. “I still have some vitamin E cream…” Clark said, entering the room and heading for his dresser. He drew in a sharp breath. “You’re naked.”
Is he x-raying unconsciously? Also, how does he intend to spread the cream?
She wasn’t naked. She had put on those pajama pants he had set out for her.
Ah. Yes.
“How do you expect to rub my back properly if I’m wearing a t-shirt?” she retorted.
She does have a valid point there.
“No,” he whispered, and she felt the bed dip under his weight as he sat down next to her.
His pillow. The pillow that he usually laid his head on at night.
Thankfully, Lois lay in such a way that her chest wasn’t exposed.
He closed his eyes and imagined snuggling against that pillow later. What wonderful dreams he would have, knowing what had rested there before his head.
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“It looks a bit like cupid’s arrow,” Clark murmured, rubbing his index finger back and forth against that small patch of skin. It was pointed at her… uh… lower, very low back.
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He closed his eyes. “Because he failed you.”
“No, you lunkhead,” she said, giving his cheek a soft slap.
Huh. Did she just sit up while he had his eyes closed?
Her right hand slid from his cheek around to the back of his neck and drew his head down to hers, kissing his lips. She turned her body towards him a bit more and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Michael
