Ah, Lara. I
love your Lois Lane here. She's so real and funny.
I honestly expected he'd give me the 1-800 number for National Superhero Assistance.
and
Way to go, Lois, you’ve discovered your very own superpower: leaping from one silly comment to another in a single bound.
and
"Oh. I thought... I just imagined, women throw themselves at you and..." I don't know what I was thinking, really. "I'm sorry, I'd assumed that... Never?" Oh, right, go ahead and ask, why don't you. Make the man feel as uncomfortable as you possibly can.
The other thing I love about this fic is Lois' quiet longing for Clark:
He's a good guy. A great guy, really. If I hadn't been so shallow and blind, then maybe... You know, if anyone's jealous of anyone else, I'm not so sure it's him.
and
the only thing I'm thinking... is that I wish I were with Clark, instead.
You got the waffiness balance just right. Not too hot and not too cold.
Lovely, Lara.
