He tried to sit up, but Lois’s arm slid over his back in a manner that if he sat up, so would she. Moreover, she wasn’t wearing a top.
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CLARK: If I *wanted* to see her naked, I’d watch her with my x-ray vision while she’s taking a shower.
LOIS:
Lois’s fingers stopped at his waist again. “Lose the shirt, Chuck.”
“Pardon?”
She started to lift his shirt. “We have an inequality of clothing here, Clark. Lose the shirt.”
*Now* she’s for equal opportunities?
He set his hand on top of hers. “Hey, I didn’t tell you to lose your shirt the other morning when mine was off and, if I recall properly, I told you to wear a shirt for the massage.”
And his point being?
LOIS:
“What’s the matter? Afraid I might drool?” she asked dryly.
To quote the EW about Lois when she first saw Clark in spandex:
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Clark closed his eyes and whispered the word, “Please.”
Lois dropped her hand and returned it back to its previous position under her jaw. “Then, again, who am I to refuse a free back massage?”
that she wasn’t lying exact center of his bed.
There’s something missing there. ‘in the’ or the likes…
Also, what if he fell? He knew from experience that wasn’t a good thing.
Because Lois would take it as an invitation?
CLARK: Lois. Yes. Let’s stick with that one.
Lois opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him, hovering undecidedly above her.
I do have an idea.
“Why don’t you sit on my seat?”
Seat? Does she mean…/points at above idea/
Then, he did as she recommended; only, after his words, it felt more like his decision.
Right.
He positioned himself more over her upper thighs rather than on her bottom. For some reason, he considered this more proper and less sexual.
Yes. Right. Until…
That was when he discovered the error in his logic. This more proper spot was actually just as intimate as if he had been sitting on her bottom, if not more so.
See?
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“Global warming and its impact on Earth’s iceberg population,” he replied.
“Keep this up and I’m going to fall asleep on you,” she murmured.
Awww…he’s boring her to death
She reached back and swatted him with her right hand. “Well, I wanted to sleep with him, so same thing.”
“They’re shorts.” Underwear doesn’t have a belt.
At least that’s what the *other* Lois said?
“We can, Mr. Picky-Pants, but for your information, nobody is calling them that.”
“The more we do, the more it will catch on,” he said.
Maybe the Daily Planet could call attention to Superman’s shorts in each of the articles they write about him?
“Ooooh,” Lois moaned. “Keep that up and I might let you have your way with me.”
Unfortunately, he’d rather sleep with Cat than have his way with Lois.
Lois moaned again. “Keep that up, and I won’t need sex.”
TEMPUS:
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“Shhhh,” he hushed. He didn’t want to have to think about politics and golf again.
Maybe a naked Ralph?
“Lois! I’m at your hips.”
“So?” she panted.
He resisted the urge to spank her, and started working back up her spine again.
CLARK: What? She wanted them to…well…
Clark’s cells were telling him to roll her onto her back, so that he could lie on top of her. His brain rebutted that bad idea.
And his body believes that that’s a *bad* idea?
His body was the strongest in the world, yet in the battle for control, it was evenly matched with his brain.
LOIS: Wait, so his body’s weaker than my brain?
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He felt the bed dip under Lois’s weight as she too sat up. The pillow brushed against him as she tossed it to the head of the bed.
Oops?
He doubled his efforts not to see her bare chest by covering his eyes with his hands.
LOIS: Very funny…
He had no idea how he could go on. His usually rocket-fast mind was still stuck on that image of Lois dressed in white, walking down the aisle of a church towards him.
With her bodice open in the front?
“Hmmmm. And what do you call the back massage you just gave me?” she asked.
Heavenly. “Medical attention.”
Uh-huh…
LOIS: What? I just want a happy ending as it was promised in the ad flier.
“You’re making it difficult.”
No, she’s making it hard and he’s making it complicated.
“So, you don’t want to see me naked until… unless we’re married?” Lois asked.
“Given our history, it’s probably for the best.”
She didn’t say anything for a moment. “Okay. How about a compromise? I want you to kiss me with your shirt off, but you don’t have to open your eyes.”
“How is that a compromise?”
She gets what she wants and he agrees.
“Clark, look at the evidence… well, not actually look at it… with your eyes. I mean examine it…” She gasped. “In your mind. Not physically handle the evidence before…”
Yes, Clark handling the physical evidence of how he views the current situation would be…inappropriate.
If you didn’t want me to…to stop… you wouldn’t be.”
didn’t want to stop?
CLARK: What? I’m currently working on reduced brain oxygen.
Would his aura protect her from the curse?
Only one way to find out?
kissing him dead center of between
An extra ‘of’?
Lois took hold of the hem and pulled off his t-shirt. “See, that wasn’t too ha...”
He grabbed her and laid her against his bed, covering her body with his and pressing a kiss to her lips.
Sounds like he’s horny.
“Wet,” he replied, brushing her belly button with his thumb. “Blustery.”
Like a little tornado?
“I will never have sex with you, Lois.”
“What?!”
“When you’re ready and when I’m ready,” he said. “And by ‘this’ I meant this!” He cupped Lois’s chest on the outside of her shirt with both of his hands. His eyes widened as they both stared at what he had just done. Instantly, he pulled his hands away. “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… well, I did mean, but I shouldn’t have…”
“Minx! You’re going to be the death of me; you know that, don’t you?”
I just realized. If Mazic does happen and Clark would freeze Lois, it’s very likely they’d well…consummate first and then when he tries to revive her…things could get awkward for a little while
Clark took hold of her hand and waved a naughty finger at her. “This morning isn’t about me,” he whispered, running his free hand around her chest. “It’s about you and your pleasure.”
Yes. Right.
CLARK:
It always worked with the sorority girls…
“Just kiss me!” she demanded.
He happily obliged.
Lois’s head fell back. “I meant my lips,” she said, once she could speak again.
He’s cheeky, isn’t he?
Clark’s face rose from her chest to grin at her. His eyes were still fully closed.
Thank goodness neither of them was working this morning.
Until at least 8 o’clock?
Thus endith the plot arc "Covering the Bases". I'll be taking another posting hiatus to finish up the next plot arc (currently untitled).
Feel free to let me know what you thought of this (mostly) A-Plot free distraction.
Umm…distracting?
Michael
