Hi Sara!
What if Clark had made it to save Mayson on time?
This sudden influx of Mayson-lives stories is really interesting. I wonder if this means the time it's right for a story where Clark ends up with Mayson and Lois with Call-Call-Me-Daniel?
. A WHOLE thing! With the dang a-plot and everything.
And yet, just two parts, not twenty.
But in any case, I need to thank AnnaBtG and SuperBek and Socomama and lovetvfan and Queen of the Capes.
So, got a Royal Flush on your hand?
You slammed the door in my face last night,” Clark said, pausing their walking and turning towards her.
That’s new!
Equal parts excitement and anticipation thrummed throughout her body. “That was...a mistake,” she said,
The wind. Yes, the wind slammed the door. And there was a bit of a mess. The apartment was not ready to have 'coffee after the date'. Yes. The apartment.
“Don’t let it happen again.”
That’s brazen!
that Lois Lane and her penchant for ruining relationships would single-handedly destroy not only their chance at romance but their friendship and partnership as well.
She’s kind of like the bad guys in Indy 3, choosing the wrong cup all the time.
And he told her, speaking more with his gaze and the warmth and desire that seemed to radiate off of him, that there weren’t any doors here tonight.
They’re outside, so, no doors.
Her arms found their way around his back, and the warmth of his hand as he cradled her cheek and deepened the kiss only intensified things.
Umm… Metropolis has public indecency laws. Ever since that airport kiss, Lex lobbied until they established it three weeks later.
All too soon, he was pulling away, the warmth of his lips disappearing and leaving her bereft.
PERRY: Great, he broke my star reporter…
It was regret and longing and admission all in one as his body finished its turn away from her and sped half a block away.
That’s not gonna leave her behind, all confused and bothered.
As in, he was in front of her and then he was down the street half a block, standing in front of a silver sedan and ripping the driver’s side door off as if no time at all had passed.
Oh, that kind of sped. And he’s ticked off that Mayson was stalking them. Doesn’t want a “single, white female” situation on his hands.
His eyes found hers, and the look of trepidation and remnants of desire—Clark's eyes on Superman's face, still wearing Clark's ruined suit—made her pulse race and some unknown emotion tug at her heart.
Desire. Hmm… no, that would be pure, adrenaline fueled lust.
But...uh, thank you, Superman. Thank you for saving my life.”
Does she know?
“Where is Clark? Wasn’t he supposed to come with you?” Mayson asked,
Clark got caught up in the blast and wasn’t seen since. I’m sure he’s fine, though.
But I’m sure...he’ll be here as soon as he can.” Lois looked to Clark, hoping these words couldn’t be misinterpreted.
Translation: I don’t want you to be alone with the blonde hussy.
As much as she disliked Mayson, she didn’t wish her any harm.
Well, permanent harm.
...how he always came back to her, without fail. Again and again and again. She held back a gasp. He loved her.
That’s gonna send her in tailspin.
But she knew they were both too nervous, too unsure after everything that had happened.
Will she accept an alien boyfriend? What about his cluster of groupies?
He hadn’t done it to hurt her, and when it had come right down to it, he’d revealed himself in front of her—a split-second decision about the single biggest secret of his life. And that had to mean there was a monumental amount of trust he had in her.
Yes, when it came right down to it, he had to save Mayson, no matter the cost.
He was biting his lower lip ever so slightly, and the thought flitted through her mind that she would very much like the chance to bite his lip too.
So, a wee bit horny, are we?
Oh god, she shouldn’t be thinking that. Should she?
No.
PERRY: I’m gonna kill him for breaking my best reporter.
And what was next? They needed to talk, she knew, but that was bound to be all sorts of scary and uncomfortable. Kissing, however, that had been comfortable. Very comfortable.
I wonder if she might not have at some point gotten a small safe for her apartment where she can lock up her current stories when she takes a man to her bed.
. He was still holding her hand, and she had no idea what to do next. Other than not slamming the door in his face.
She melted into him, her hands running up along his shoulders and to the nape of his neck,
You know, he’s fully reclinable. One squeeze and they’re horizontally, her resting on top of him as they keep kissing.
She still had no idea what came next, but if it involved more of that...
LOIS: how long since I changed the sheets…?
Talk?” She couldn’t even think straight with his hands still at her hips. Talking certainly sounded like a logical next step, but all of a sudden, inviting her partner in for coffee after a long day seemed like a really dangerous proposition. She didn’t trust herself, not if he kissed like that when he wasn’t holding back, when there weren’t any secrets between them anymore.
What’s the worst that could happen? He already knows all her story details. So, pregnancy? Death within 24 hours due to unknown sickness? Jimmy interruptus? H G Wells showing up? Marriage proposal?
Secrets. A secret. The secret. Somehow, she’d all but forgotten.
SUPERMAN: Apparently, I’m not that memorable…
figuring out who put a hit out on the ADA
No more calling her ‘Mayson’.
Her breath caught and her eyes went wide as she realized what he must be thinking, that her behavior in the last two minutes must seem like she was about to run, hide, slam the door in his face again. She shook her head at him, finally meeting his eyes. “Clark...” Her briefcase and keys hit the floor with a thump and a clatter, and in two quick strides she closed the distance between them,
Nice one!
“It’s not...this isn’t...I wasn’t going to slam the door in your face.”
“It’s just that I have a lot to process, and when you kiss me like that, I can’t think straight.”
She could simply accept the consequences?
LOIS: Is he nuts?
I promise. But first...the story,” she said, feeling hesitant until he gave her that lopsided grin of his. “I’ll bring coffee.”
And then another story and another. Getting lexnapped. Meeting Call-Me-Daniel. Getting frozen. Getting cloned. Meeting Clark’s wife. So much to happen before they can consummate.
LOIS: You want to come in for some coffee?
That was a kissy first part
Looking forward to getting to part 2. Hmm…not today, though…
Michael
