He probably was blowing this problem way out of proportion, and it wouldn’t even be an issue. After an afternoon of making out with him, which Clark would sacrifice for the good of the cause, Lois would calm down, right?
Either that, or she’s already waiting for him in his bed. Naked. Or on the couch, only dressed in one of his dress shirts.
Therefore, he only needed to make it through the afternoon.
Right.
He could tell her he was Superman; that might work.
Making her angry would normally work in cooling things off. But right now, she might rather start crying.
Not that they would progress far enough for her to take off his clothes, but just in case… because he’d hate Lois to discover that he was Superman by trying to get into Clark’s pants.
Only to find out that Superman’s already there?
Perhaps in-a-relationship Lois was much more affectionate than just-friends Lois.
Uh-huh.
Telling Lois that he was Superman might slow her ardor a bit, but there was a slim chance that, after she yelled at him and asked him a hundred and one questions, she would want to jump his bones more than before he told her.
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Clark knew he couldn’t count on his willpower; it had already proven useless today.
Nope, his willpower will wither and die like one of Lois’s desk plants when placed directly in front of the sun. In space. Directly in front of the sun. Held by Superman. Also, his willpower is the inverse function of other parts of him.
He stopped pacing as an idea popped into his head. It was just another delaying tactic, but at this moment, he could take what he could get. He opened his medicine cabinet and removed the still to be opened box of condoms
he had bought on the way home from the Metro Club that night so many months ago. He shut his eyes and shook his head. Lois was right. They weren’t moving all that fast.
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She had lowered his blinds and plugged in his lava lamp, setting it on the nightstand next to his bed.
She gotten it down from the loft?
No, Lois isn’t moving fast at all, he thought wryly.
From behind him Herb heard Jimmy tell Cat, “CK’s going to kill us,” before they burst into laughter again.
Nah. That’s against policy. Lois on the other hand…
It was best if he delivered it earlier this time.
Thursday, February 3, 1994
Ahhhh, there you are. Also. Hey!
Once again, Herb stepped into the newsroom from the elevator. The change from the Valentine’s Day he had just come from was drastic. Streamers, paper doily hearts, roses were everywhere.
So, it should have been Feb. 2nd, then?
