Despite that, Lois and Clark have still not consummated their relationship.
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CLARK: She’s not dead so we haven’t consummated.
LOIS: That’s right! I didn’t die even a little bit, so there was no consummation involved.
His deep breathing suggested that he was still asleep.
Poor guy. All tuckered out from taking a shower.
Personally, she didn’t want him within twenty yards of Capone or Clyde Barrow.
She could wait until her sister’s latest conquest gets turned into a killer cyborg, then sic *him* onto the Capone gang?
Yet, the last thing she wanted to do was let this big knucklehead out of her sight.
Couldn’t she tie him to the bed?
If it weren’t for her, Clark would be dead right now. Literally, and in all other forms of the definition, dead
True, but if she weren’t there, it wouldn’t matter to him anyway.
She rubbed her throbbing head with her thumb. Frankly, she could more easily believe in a flying man from another planet coming to Metropolis to be a hero than in time-travel.
I guess she’d not last long in Central City, huh?
Let alone a man loving her so much that he would travel back in time in order to save her life;
Well, she always contended that she wasn’t born yesterday, and yet, that’s the premise on which Clark chose to meet her.
Clark was one walking, talking, flying, loving, time-traveling anomaly.
Our very own little black hole. Only much more dense…
Unfortunately, his story made some kind of logical sense as to why she had visions.
The other explanation being she has a brain tumor.
What didn’t make any sense was how she could know that Clark would be shot by these cloned gangsters, even before she knew they existed, but he didn’t.
Cray-Cray stuff only starts to happen once a Lois gets involved?
So, if she had lived this life previously, and this was an echo of that life, how did she know specifically that Clark would be shot – not with Kryptonite, merely shot – and he had no idea it would happen?
Maybe she saw it on some TV show about an intrepid reporter and her sidekick?
Unless, he had the future wiped from his memory when he traveled into the past with the exception of wanting and needing to save her.
He could also be a mentally unstable escapee from Fort Roz and fixated on her when he saw her. He then started to spin an elaborate tale to explain his prison jumpsuit and why he was wearing diapers and his blanket on his shoulders.
That didn’t make much sense either, being that he would need to know the event that claimed her life in order to stop it.
Them consummating their relationship is the current theory.
Clark stole the opportunity to kiss her lips. “Oh. I only dreamed about you threatening to kill me, once or twice, last night?”
I believe it might have been three times. The last one, he’d have died with a smile on his face.
“I almost lost you. I don’t want you dead.”
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He just won a Kerth Award without her.
LOIS:
He’s *so* dead!
His top hand dropped to her thigh and started work itself up and under her nightshirt.
Considering what she’s wearing…
“Then, for Christmas, I promise to start something I can finish.”
But he’s still strong and she’s still cursed?
She tried to shake off this feeling and the one that told her to forget Christmas and just to take her gift now!
That’s why you don’t buy the gifts until the day before Christmas…
Another thought tickled her mind. She turned around to face him with a grin. “We’ll be in Smallville for Christmas.”
He both blanched and blushed at the same time. “Um… well… I’ll figure something out. Get up early or…”
But don’t the Kents rent rooms as a B&B? I’m sure they’re aware what the couples doing up there when they’re alone.
“A promise is a promise.” He drew her to his chest and placed a soft kiss on her lips. “A night to remember.”
I’m sure she’ll remember the night he proposed. Again. Nothings been said about actual consummation.
“Christmas is still several weeks away,” she said,
/does math/ So, Christmas story for Christmas?
Instead, she shifted to behind his chair to look over his shoulder, hoping nobody noticed her raging hormones.
Good thing Cat has moved to Houston?
Meanwhile…
CAT: Phil? Did you feel that, too?
Perry’s office door slammed open. “Lane!” he yelled. “How come one of my reporters was shot last night and the first I’m hearing about it is from the Star calling me for a comment?”
It wasn’t really that much. Just hit the vest. Plus, a good reporter doesn’t involve himself in his story.
The Chief shook his head. “Well, then you’re damn lucky Barrow shot your partner instead of you.”
DILLINGER: Back in the day, you didn’t shoot no dames. There’s much better use for them than target practice.
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LOIS:
Shoot me!
Her mind had slipped back to Clark’s promise of giving her a night to remember.
Oh, my.
She picked up her mug and headed for the coffee machine.
How was she going to accomplish anything with that thought to distract her?
Maybe he’ll just leave her at the Metropolis Sewage Reclamation Facility all night? I’m sure she’d never forget that night.
After they disposed of Clark’s body, Capone let Clyde Barrow have it and then Bonnie retaliated, killing Capone and all of his men. I never knew she was such a good shot.”
She should have kept the others around, after Dillinger and Capone.
“He could’ve.” Lois smiled with a wink. “Just say the words and make me an honest woman.”
Clark’s mouth dropped open. She didn’t mean that in the way it sounded, did she?
He could ask her. When she imitates the roadrunner, he knows that she didn’t.
“Just some woman?” Clark asked. That was vague even for Bobby.
Lois shrugged. Something didn’t feel right.
“Lo-is,” he hissed.
She rocked her head back in defeat. “That tiramisu smelled soooo good.”
Clark pressed his lips together. He knew it had been a bad idea to have Lois meet Bobby without him there.
He could hint that she’s getting a little…heavy the next time they meet Bobby. That way, she won’t go for the sweets.
“Or it could be any woman wearing a wig,” Lois countered. “Even if she wasn’t, there were plenty of other blondes in Lex’s life.”
Dr. Bainses.
Dead.
Toni.
Dead.
Miranda.
Dead.
Gretchen.
Occupied.
The more he knew Lois spoke the truth about that night at the hospital.
Hmm…something’s off there.
This wasn’t Clark’s true dimension. Technically, this Lois wasn’t his actual soul mate, nor was he hers: ninety-nine point nine nine percent but not one-hundred percent.
So, what if that causes Lois to not actually die but fall into a permanent coma?
He wanted nothing more than to fly her off for a quickie wedding and a very long, slow honeymoon.
Considering his jumpiness, the honeymoon won’t last very long
“That’s not how you spell ‘destruction’, by the way.”
“Clearly, it is. Apparently, it’s not how everyone else does,” she grumbled, changing the ‘i’ after the ‘d’ to an ‘e’. “There. Better?”
To be fair, it comes from ‘Clark dies and she’s destroyed’, so the ‘i’ sounds reasonable.
Yes, I know, I’ll be bored stiff, even if Mother Arnold says she’s going to take me to her Club’s Christmas and New Year Eve’s parties,
She might always meet a waiter or two at the parties and meet them for an afterparty?
But after Johnny, well, that might be a good thing.
PS: I’m not joking about the DETAILS. Also, a new CD player would be nice.
What would Lucy do if Lois told her that Clark… that they were waiting until marriage until they…?
?
No, she and Clark weren’t engaged to be married, even if they occasionally slept together. Getting a good night’s sleep together might be a better way to put it.
Like an old married couple, huh?
He did mean sex, didn’t he? With Clark one never knew how to take a vague statement such as “a night to remember”.
Her brow furrowed.
Oh, God. He didn’t mean a Christmas party, did he? He didn’t mean sitting around and singing Christmas carols while drinking hot cider or decorating a Christmas tree after playing in the snow? That did sound like something he would like, didn’t it?
Ooooooh! Ding Ding Ding!
He had invited her to Smallville for their ‘night to remember.’ It could be an entirely innocent evening of romantic bliss ending in two separate bedrooms.
CLARK:
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That Evil “M” word that had ruined more than one woman’s life. It was so barbaric.
But Clark wasn’t like that.
Christmas Eve:
CLARK: Lois! I’ve just concluded the negotiations with your father. I only had to offer him my globe in exchange for your hand in marriage. Now all we need is a minister to pronounce us husband and wife. Isn’t this great?
How could she say ‘no’ to that?
By starting with pressed together teeth, then opening them and her lips while breathing out.
Well, of course, he would. He was in love with her and he wanted to make love to her, but he had made a vow to himself that he wouldn’t make love to her until they were married, so it was only a matter of time before he popped the question.
Or maybe not.
What would Lois say if he did ask her?
Yes or no?
She could agree to be his concubine instead while he goes and marries the Lady Zara?
Michael
