Cat Grant exploded into a loud guffaw of laughter. “You think Lois… Lois Lane had sex with Superman?” She doubled over, gasping for air.
Cat Grant had figured out his secret identity.
Cat Grant knew he was Superman, and she was trying to protect his secret identity.
Yep. More sex for her later.
Glasses? Phaw! He knew that was a stupid disguise. How in the hell had that other Clark Kent been able to keep his identity secret for over four years?
Goooood question. Did Prime Cat know, too.
“What in the hell are you laughing at?” Lois screamed at the woman, which only seemed to make Cat laugh harder. “It could’ve happened.”
/cocks eyebrow/ Not in this universe.
She’s stiff, tense, bitter, sarcastic, and wears her shirts buttoned up to her neck, and her skirts past her knee.
/goes back checking/ Huh. I could have sworn someone mentioned her wearing above knee skirts in Season 1. Huh…
I doubt she knows what good sex feels like, let alone experienced it recently.” Cat looked Lois up and down, and the head agent did the same. “If I would have to hazard a professional opinion, and as a gossip columnist it is my duty to know these things, I’d say that it’s been…” She contemplated Lois while considering her answer. “Did you have sex while in the Congo, Lois?”
I wanted to find the one that spews water, but…
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“So, longer then? Over two years?” She began to chuckle. “Lois, Claude? Really, Lois, Claude was the last man you had sex with? Uh, poor you.”
Wow, Claude turned her into a drone. Good for us.
“I can see why you think that she’d have sex with Superman. She’s really hard up.”
Oh boy.
Lois eyes shot to Clark. “You bastard!” she screamed as if it were his fault that Cat had brought up Claude.
/goes to see doctor for whiplash/
Oh, no, Lois thought Clark had spilled her deepest secret to Cat. No, no, no, no! Clark shook his head adamantly. Lois didn’t believe him.
/imagines Clark standing here with wide eyes and open mouth, frantically wagging index finger/
Do you really think that if Superman came to this planet to have sex that he would have tried to seduce the ice queen over there, instead of someone like me?”
Yes. He doesn’t want to catch anything. Plus, he doesn’t like to wait in line. He’s more of a ‘counter is closed, please wait a couple of hours’ kind of a guy.
Actually, Clark couldn’t see the assistance himself. Cat seemed to be humiliating Lois more than helping her.
/raises hand/ I can see her helping.
Well…” she purred. “It wouldn’t take an instant.”
“Maybe the man’s not any good,” suggested the government man.
Oooooh!
Oh, kill me. Kill me now, thought Clark. End this misery.
No, let’s continue it for a bit.
“Trust me, with all of his talents, I doubt he’s called Superman just because he can fly.”
I heard he’s stiff as a board.
“And you won’t, because I wouldn’t… never… I’m not…”
Yes, it’s not really called ‘making love’. Plus, Cat should be just about bursting right now.
“I don’t know, Clark,” Cat said, breezing by, with a grin and wink. “I think you sleep with Superman every night, have been for years.”
“And I never told them that I slept with Superman,” Lois said, trying to save her good name.
Lois, nobody ever insinuated that there was any sleeping involved.
“It’s not my fault that they inferred that I had slept with Superman, just minutes after meeting the guy,” Lois continued in self-defense. “That’s not who I am.”
/cocks eyebrow/ Only because you didn’t have any red kryptonite.
