Nothing happened. "Perhaps you could kiss me," Clark suggested hopefully.
She grinned as she ran her hand lovingly across his cheek. "If I kiss you, we'll *float* up," she said. "And we would risk someone seeing us. We need to *shoot* up. Fast."
Huh, so, kissing gets him up slowly. Maybe she should try a... different approach?
"Throw me into the air," Lois suggested.
"Huh?"
"Hurl me upwards. You'll catch me before I get anywhere near the ground. Then we'll both be airborne. Easy."
Huh, yeah. Didn't she once suggest he let her fall to get down again?
"No," he said, a little too quickly. He turned and faced her. "A little," he conceded. "But it wasn't you." His smile flickered. "Actually, it *was* you, but it's not your fault."
She wanted to melt all the awkwardness between them. "What do you mean?"
Clark smiled as he searched the towel for inspiration. "I think you know what I mean," he said quietly.
Poor Clark.
Lois," he said, pulling his hand from his pocket and revealing a ring box. "I love you. Would you marry me?"
Well, that marriage certificate will sure come in handy now.
Michael
