I like flying with you, this Lois Lane had told him.
Awwwwwwww
. It had almost impossible to resist a come-on line like that.
We’re talking about our Lois, right? Not Our Lois, v2.
If Superman became involved with Lois, he might as well tattoo a target on her chest
So, they’ll nix the El-crest body painting on her torso?
Hadn’t he made a vow to himself, just yesterday, that he would not flirt, or kiss, or… no, he wouldn’t even think those words… Make love… damn his independent mind… as Superman?
Ooooh! Nice. He did not exclude engaging in wild, passionate monkey sex with Lois.
The elevator dinged, and Clark sat upright, realizing he had wasted five precious minutes daydreaming.
Yeah, wouldn’t it be a bummer if he went through all this trouble and Lois still got there first?
A part of him felt like he should just give Lois the story. He felt guilty for using her crush on Superman to distract her from stealing his story.
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They say “all’s fair in love and in war”, but he had to admit, what he had done to Lois certainly counted as cheating.
No, it doesn’t. Well, to Lois, it would. While what she did was perfectly legitimate.
Clark couldn’t believe what an idiot he had been, landing across a busy street from her. Of course, she’d risk her life to run across the street to Superman.
Duh! And here I thought that was part of the plan.
If she had gotten hit by a car, it would have been his fault.
Yeah, that would have been awkward. But it would have maybe cu- erm discou- erm show- okay, delayed Lois until she’s out of the stretch bed.
He remembered how back when he had started back at the Daily Planet in his dimension, he had heard stories of a mythical, boogeyman of a reporter – everyone called Mad Dog – who had loved to torture new hires by stealing stories from them.
DumDumDumDuuuum!
“Be careful, Kent. Mad Dog said ‘never to trust anyone’. You get too soft, and the ghost of Mad Dog will give you a life lesson you’ll never forget!”
Hehehehe. And Clark doesn’t yet know what they call this Lois, does he?
Perry had come out of his office and shooed them all away, telling Clark not to listen to them, that Mad Dog didn’t exist.
He stumbled back towards his desk, continuing to stare at her like she was a ghost.
Duh! The ghost of a rabid canine.
First Clark and now Eduardo? She was obsessed. Well, it was their fault. Superman was her story. They deserved what they got. Another life lesson, free of charge.
It’s like with the…creep…claiming that his victim deserved it?
Why wasn’t anyone else seeing it? Could she possibly be the only person looking Superman in the face?
Oh boy. Oh boy. And yes. Very likely. Lois is most definitely not looking at his face. Well, not as a whole.
She held up her magnifying glass once more, just as she had after the meeting that morning. There it was. She had been sure before, but now… she was positive. Proof conclusive.
The mole!
It would be an extra super bonus, if she got one before little Miss Investigative Reporter of the Year, two years running.
She didn’t really care about the sex; really, she didn’t. Sex was sex, fun and games. This was business. Only, this didn’t feel like business; it felt more like treason.
You did mention her getting extra time. And oh boy, does she. So, is that a prequel to the vignette where Cat said good bye after S1 and told Clark she knows?
She could tell her boss believed she was going to do some fluff piece, some report on the style of Superman’s suit or something trivial like that.
No, it’s about how Clark engages in sexual relations with Superman.
“Dammit! Lois! Clark!” Perry interrupted, grabbing two stories off his desk and standing up.
What would happen if she didn’t out Clark? Ooooh. The possibilities danced in her mind. “It’s okay, Chief. I’ll get back to you.”
No wonder only Cat would ever notice such a thing. She’s the only one with enough cattish interest that she would look at them that way.
A large group of men in suits entered the newsroom; Cat’s radar was suddenly at attention.
Oh boy. You’re shoveling. *Why* are you shoveling? What’s changed?
Michael
