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I glared at him. "I told you before – you have some kind of itch that needs scratching, go find an iceberg to melt. You decide you want to make some kind of long term, *real* commitment to me – and I want to do the same - *then* maybe it'll happen again."
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Clark
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I didn't know what else to do.
So I crossed the room in a couple of giant steps.
And then I kissed her.
Hard.
But only for a second as her arms wound around my neck and she pulled me closer to her. My arms pulled her as close to me as I could, picking her up by the waist as the kiss softened just enough not to bruise her lips. Her legs wrapped around me and a second later, she was under me on our bed.
Clothes disappeared more quickly than I would have thought humanly possible, but it was because I wasn't using any of my powers.
The need to be together – to be the 'one flesh' mentioned at weddings – consumed me and Lois both.
It wasn't long before we were lying next to each other and even I was breathing heavily.
"Where did that come from?" she asked me, her head resting against my arm, her feet crossed at the ankle and propped up against the headboard.
"I don't know," I told her honestly, with a grin that I was sure looked like every stereotypical guy's first time grin ever seen on TV – even though it wasn't my first time. I thought about saying something like 'but I hope it happens again' but I decided it probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.
So, did Clark just imply something?
~Sheila
