Hi Evie!
Even as the blonde had physically pulled him away, his fingers had lingered until the last second, his look apologetic and yearning, as if he didn’t want to give up touching her.
CLARK: Saying ‘no’ to a woman is considered rude.
Besides, he’d asked her to dance when the music had started.
He hadn’t even glanced at Mayson.
And yet he went with her.
The man could wear a tuxedo, she thought, not for the first time that night.
/Recommends she compares it with him not wearing a tux/
LOIS: *blinks*
Her cheeks heating, she heard herself giggle and wondered when Clark Kent had reduced her to this bundle of blushes.
Officially? Probably in the past couple of weeks.
Funny, she thought, a little hazily. She’d suddenly preferred that her Uncle Mike stay out of it.
Cute!
She moved automatically to the front door, even though her mind was protesting that this wasn’t how the night was supposed to end.
Yes, she’s supposed to be dancing with a Kryptonian.
She tried to quell the butterflies that had swarmed through her when he’d started to sway them. Dancing with Clark felt like floating on air.
This is it, she thought. This was what she’d been missing all week as Mayson had made her ploy to dig her claws into him. This… attention? True, it was an All-consuming attention, but it was something else, too.
Teeny tiny weensy bit jealous?
It turned out there were two unique men in the world, then.
Superman, the last Kryptonian.
And Clark, the pure of heart.
Eeeeehhh…
His eyes flicked down to her lips.
Her eyes began to flutter shut.
And he righted them, setting her on her feet and swaying again to the rhythm they’d first established.
…what the hell?
maybe there’s such a thing as too pure a heart?
“Thank you for the dance,” he said, looking like his attention was suddenly split.
“You’re leaving?”
The song hadn’t even ended.
“I have to go,” he said, already moving toward the door.
Ooops? Super business? Or super business in the Arctic?
He was probably headed off to meet Mayson. She’d only been an errand after the ball. He’d returned her wrap and now Mayson was getting the glass slipper.
Feeling a bit insecure?
LOIS: No. Why do you ask?
Pure of heart, sure, but the attention span of a mongoose, she thought with rising irritation.
It made a cracking noise against the exposed brick of her wall.
It was satisfying.
She threw the other shoe, too, as hard as she could.
You do a great irritated Lois.
Had he been serious back in May when he’d told her that he only wanted to be friends and partners?
Forever?
Had he really meant forever?
She’s so adorable!
Today is over, she thought, in both regret and consolation.
She’d start over again tomorrow, armor intact.
Cute!
Closing her eyes firmly against the night, she never noticed the melancholy swath of red fabric that halted at her locked window just as her lights went out.
CLARK:
This was a lovely yarn you spun
Michael
