Hi Sara!
Chapter 5:
She was starting to think that Glasgow might have more to offer than she’d originally thought, which, to be fair, had been something along the lines of incomprehensible accents and seagulls the size of minivans.
How was she supposed to keep her hands off of him when he was this close and when he looked at her the way he had back in the room only a few hours ago?
Clark could sew her into the sheets?
and not how gorgeous his lips were and how much she wanted him to do something else entirely with them. Or rather, to them.
/points at this not bring marketed as an FTB/
What would he do if he knew how badly she wanted him to touch her?
Run away on a Superman emergency?
. “But I think you’ll like it. Just keep an open mind, okay?”
He’s not going to take her to the finest haggis place in town, is he?
“Clark, I am nothing but open minded,” Lois
Yes, she’s even open to dating aliens.
CAT: That’s not being open-minded, that’s being desperate.
“Clark Kent! Ah cannae believe mah eyes. What are ye doing here?”
Just flying by.
“Aye, joined at the hip, so we are,” Stewart said cheerfully.
So, newlyweds?
Stewart was currently working as a graphic designer for a tutoring company
I was reading this with glasses on a subway train, so I just happened to first read this as “torturing company”
/translates as “boffing”/ dunno if that’s correct, though.
“What’s this then, ye dafty, if no’ a date?”
Breakfastlunchdinner
. “Do either of you know of anything happening here?”
There’s that dino-snake in the lake for one.
“You need tae get this one somewhere romantic an’ just gie him a wee snog!
Lois likes snogging.
For him to stick around for more than thirty minutes.
Clark began to gently run his thumb over her palm – something that sent shivers throughout her body. She tried her best to listen to the story Stewart was telling her, but the way Clark was touching her was making that extremely difficult.
Let’s hope he doesn’t keep that up in the newsroom or Perry will have their heads.
“The pub quiz is th’morra,” Stewart reminded him. “Why no’ come here?”
Clark sat up straight and shook his head. “Oh no, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Does not want to be in the middle of a bloodbath?
“Yeah I don’t know,” Clark hesitated. “Lois can get a bit…competitive.”
Were it not for the lack of a story to come back to Metropolis with, Lois would consider this the perfect trip. Especially since Clark was still holding her hand.
Awwwwwwww
We have deep fried Mars bars.”
Ahhhhhhhh
“Alright,” she agreed, meeting Clark’s eyes and sending an entirely different message. “Let’s live dangerously.”
Another fun part!
Michael
