Summary: A grammar lesson turns into an active demonstration.
LOIS: I don’t like it when he does certain things in superspeed
“Kiss me, quick.” Wanda quivered in anticipation as Kent reached for her.
“Quickly,” Clark Kent said with barely disguised amusement.
He’s such a Stannis. Also, it depends on whether she wants it to happen soon or short?
Lois Lane was startled by her partner’s voice. She stood up from her chair and turned around, hiding her computer screen with her body. Her hands grasped the edge of her desk. “Geez, Clark, you scared me.”
Huh, and here I thought she’d go off like a firecracker.
“Excuse me?” Lois swallowed against her dry throat. She felt flush – an increasingly familiar feeling brought on by her partner’s close presence. Oh, she had denied it to herself for so long, but there was an instinctive connection between them, a charge in the atmosphere that never seemed to dissipate.
So, her crime novel started to become a sex thriller when her partner showed up?
Lois turned halfway towards her screen, feeling slightly indignant. “What?” She reread the line of dialogue from her secret romance novel. “Who cares?”
“It makes a difference.”
I was going to say the editors care but considering just how bad the grammar is in today’s TV shows or…books
I’m starting to think, only LnC fanfic writers. Every time they use ‘I’ instead of ‘me’ on a TV show, I die a little bit inside. And no, I’m fairly certain that that’s a recent phenomenon. Umm…where were we?
Lois looked back at him, and her body noticed with a rush of heat that Clark had moved an inch closer.
Bad body. Bad!
She’d have liked to have blamed it on the intense fear that had come with the thought of Trask throwing her out of that plane, but, no, there was something more, something about Clark that made her want to reveal all of her secrets to him.
Maybe she wants him to read it and then stride into her bedroom, wearing only a windswept shirt and claim her from Superman’s arms?
She, in no way, felt compelled to reveal the fact that she had changed the character’s name from Alexander a month ago.
Also, she originally crushed on Lex?
Clark’s tongue darted over his lower lip. “Would you let me read it?” he asked in a low hush.
“No!” Lois’ hands reflexively gripped the edge of her desk harder. It was bad enough that Clark knew about her novel. The thought of him reading what she had written about her thinly veiled main characters – no, never!
Did she ever consider what would happen once she actually goes to publishing it?
A scene involving Wanda spying on a towel-clad Kent came to mind, and Lois couldn’t help but recall her inspiration. Her heartbeat fluttered.
Only in the novel, it fell?
So you could say, for example, ‘Give me a quick kiss.’ But I think you meant, ‘Kiss me, quickly.’”
She watched as Clark’s eyes lowered to her mouth, and she licked out her own tongue, spreading the moisture with a slide over her lips. “Sort of the same,” she said.
“I could show you the difference,” he said.
It couldn’t hurt to indulge in a short grammar lesson.
‘grammar’, huh?
They stood, silent and still, and the space between them filled with breathless anticipation.
I think she’s going to come around to kissing her quickly.
The kiss was unacceptable – unacceptably brief.
In the space of less than a second, Clark left a brief whisper of a kiss against her lips, and then pulled away.
Lois blinked twice as her mind rebelled. That kiss was completely unacceptable!
Yes, I can see why she’s not seeing much of a difference yet.
She shouldn’t want this; she had forbidden herself from wanting this, had worked so hard to deny this.
She *forbade* Lois Lane something? Hasn’t she learned anything in the past 26 years?
God, what a man! Lois worked her hand under Clark’s shirt until she was able to flatten her palm against the base of his spine. His endless kiss enflamed and consumed her, stoking a wanton desire for more. Her left knee pressed against his leg, then started to slide north.
/clears throat/ Lane! Kent! Perry’s office, now!
Clark’s pupils dilated as he drew in a sharp breath. Then he squeezed his eyes shut, took a step backwards, and tucked in his shirt. He tugged at the front of his pant leg. Lois was amused by what she thought that action meant.
Lois glanced at the clock. It was definitely quitting time. “Tomorrow? Friday’s traditionally date night.”
“Tonight,” Clark said assertively. “We’ve waited long enough.”
So, to keep it traditionally, that would be dinner tonight, then Friday, and Saturday would probably be a good idea as well. And then breakfast on Sunday morning, huh?
Clark snickered as he shook his head and retreated to his desk. He indicated her computer screen with a nudge of his head. “Every good writer knows you should leave ‘em wanting more.”
Dangerous waters there, my boy. Dangerous waters indeed. Wait, is the story over?
groobie, I find reading your stories makes it more difficult to have my own characters keep their hands off each other. You're quickly making me fill up my deleted scene folder.
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We have an entire dedicated board section for this sort of thing. It most certainly doesn’t belong in the deleted scene folder.
P.S.: Speaking of sequels... What about Quick vs. Quickly vs.... Quickie?
That’s an *awesome* idea!
Michael
