Hey, Chief,
as always, it's an honor to help. I mean, who couldn't love working on a story that starts:
The dream started innocently enough, as it usually did. Lois would be in her kitchen, though she'd never quite been able to figure out what she was doing there. Then she'd hear a sound, and turn, and *he* would be there, standing at the edge of the room. He'd smile slightly, and open his arms to her... and she would practically fly across the room to join him. After that, it was mostly a series of images... flashes of feeling. The way it felt when he kissed her neck. The smooth interplay of his muscles beneath her hands. The look in his eyes that made her feel so very precious. The way he whispered her name. The view of her bedroom ceiling, largely blotted out by his gorgeous face above her. The sense that finally, she'd come home.
"Oh, Clark..." It was usually at this point that she woke up. Flushed and over-warm, aching with loss.
There are so many great bits, but let's just pick two:
the entire "make phone calls" dialogues
Wonderful!
claire
