*deep breath* Here we go...
“Hey,” Clark’s voice came from the office doorway, warm and friendly.
I just melt whenever he does this... *wistful sigh*
I can’t wait to hear what you think of it.”
“Thanks,” he said, smiling at her. “I’ll start it tonight.”
Just... *sigh* Their conversation is so normal, yet so not. I mean...the plumbing thing, so many little clues and emotions just flowing under the surface (or not flowing? Since it’s clogged?
don’t mind me...). And this... they’re still friends and friendly and... gah!
She saw his eyes dart quickly around the room, double checking for the kids, then he lowered his glasses and stared at the pipes.
Omg I love that... and how dumb am I that forgot he could totally “take a look at it” with his vision? Ouf! That’s how distractingly good your dialogue is...I forgot he was Superman for a minute.
rolling up his sleeves. Her eyes lingered on his forearms, and she dragged her attention back to his face.
She leaned against the counter, watching his white dress shirt pull taut across his shoulders and upper back as he worked.
Right??? Right there with you, Lois!!
She realized suddenly that he was saying her name and felt her cheeks warm. “What?”
“Where did you go?” he teased. “I said your name three times.
Yes!!!!!
“I wish you would call me for stuff like this. I could have fixed this days ago. It’s no trouble.”
Awwwwwwww
she tried to stifle her abrupt inhalation and calm her suddenly racing heart. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, and she cursed his ability to read her body so well.
Yeah... that’s totally not fair! <g>
She raised her hands to his chest, intending to shove him away playfully and roll her eyes at him, making a joke of her reaction to him. But he captured her wrists, and held her there gently, and her hands lingered on his chest instead.
“Lois,” he said softly.
Ohhh! I think my heart fell to my stomach here. Not sure how to describe the sensation, but OH, the feels!
“I should get you that book,” she said abruptly, stepping back. And he dropped her wrists and nodded.
Awww, dangit! But I don’t blame you, Lois. <3
officially reclassified as a recovery mission
Oh no, poor Clark!! (I mean... poor dead people, too... but... yeah...)
He had finally left an hour ago, and she hadn’t been able to stop worrying about him. She hoped he had gone to his mother, or that he was home, passed out and not still up castigating himself for arriving too late or not being able to save everyone. She had contemplated calling him, but didn’t want to risk waking him if he was finally asleep.
Of course she still worries about him.
She had just forced her attention back to the papers when she felt the thump more than heard it. The corners of her mouth twitched up, but she stayed otherwise motionless, propped up against the headboard of her king size bed. She was wearing a tank top and sleep shorts, comforter covering her legs, a thick stack of papers in her lap. She peeked over the top rim of her reading glasses and watched the sheer curtains that hung in front of the french doors flutter in the breeze. She pretended to read for another minute before saying softly, “I know you’re there. You might as well come in.”
So, before my actual comment...I just wanted to say sorry not sorry for quoting darn near the whole thing? Just ask tvnerdgirl what the google doc looks like on our fic... like, blocks of yellow because she’s so good with the feels and all the things that I can’t help but comment. So, that’s also what’s happening here. I’m in deep with my L&C re-addiction. *cough* Anyway...
I love, love, love this whole paragraph! Love that she pretends to ignore the thump, that she fights a smile, that she’s peeking over, and that she pretends to read before, of course, saying what she says. *sigh* <3
The curtains parted and he stepped through, freshly showered in a clean suit and cape. Her traitorous heart squeezed.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to lurk. I saw your light on. I… But then I thought…”
He sounded so conflicted, so unsure of himself. She took off her reading glasses and placed them gently on the stack of papers sitting in her lap.
“Was it bad?” she asked softly, picking up the remote and clicking off the television.
He swallowed audibly and took a ragged breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Yeah, I should just quote the whole thing. (better yet... you really should just give me access to the full file and let me have at it with comment bubbles instead...
)
He was across the room in four strides, perching on the side of the bed, her hand resting on his arm. Their eyes locked and held. She knew exactly what he needed without him saying a word.
She nodded almost imperceptibly, and his lips were on hers. She gasped and he immediately deepened the kiss. Yes. Yes. Yes. Her thoughts were incoherent except that one word echoing incessantly.
Oh. Holy. ... I thought he needed a hug. LOL Hot damn, was I wrong, and I am SO happy to be wrong!! Love, love, love the first paragraph—the 4 strides and her knowing without him saying a word.
And then... oh. Wow.
This was her Clark. Only hers.
GAH!!
There were so many things they got wrong in their relationship, but this...this they had always gotten right. Not just the mechanics, but the emotions too. She never felt happier, more loved and cherished, more whole than when she was in his arms.
OH. WOW. The whole part, really is just...can we get a fire emoji up in here???
So yeah, the hole part. Fire. And then this... oh, makes my heart so happy. SO HAPPY. And then also the unspoken I love you... and that this has happened before, but not often... just on the real bad rescues, because of course! I love it all.
Her heart ached as she rolled to face his side of the bed. It would always be his side, she realized bittersweetly,
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww
I stopped myself from quoting the whole thing, but GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Clark’s self-satisfied rumble of laughter as she clung to him panting, “How did you- What did you- You’re like...magic.”
OOOOH. Fire... or should we say magic? :LOL:
Last night changed nothing and life went on.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
I mean... I know we have a lot more to go. And if making love fixed things... they wouldn’t be broken. GAH.
Well, I must say that I was a little hesitant to read this part for fear of my heart being crushed a little more, but I was pleasantly surprised! So, of course, now I’m really worried about part 4...
