…aaaand we’re back
“You're Superman, and you never told me?!” she burst out.
“This is more than just a secret, Clark. This is- this is huge! Pulitzer Prize winning huge...”
Hence the not telling.
That decided it. If she wrote the article, the moment it was published was the moment that Clark Kent would effectively cease to exist.
But she could write about The Boss, couldn’t she?
“Plus, think how much easier it will be to get stories if you can use your powers! No more worrying about locked doors or-“
She caught sight of the glint of mischief in his eyes. Her own eyes narrowed. “You already do, don’t you?”
“Nothing. Just… you’re taking this differently to what I expected.”
“How so?” she asked.
“I thought you’d be mad.”
Well…he’s not been dating her, so…
Groaning in humiliation, she sunk down onto the couch and buried her face in her hands as another thought occurred to her.
“Oh god. I did the dance of the seven veils for Superman.”
He didn’t look like he’d mind.
“I can help you there,” she cut him off. “Face it, Clark. Your excuses stink. For someone who spends his whole life lying to everyone around them, you’re actually really bad at it.”
“I don’t like lying.”
She disregarded him, caught up in her own train of thought.
At least she still had the memory of his pheromone-induced declaration of love…
She sat bolt upright. The pheromone. The 100% solution that he’d been sprayed with was supposedly permanent, at least on humans. She’d seen Clark barely an hour after he’d prevented Miranda from spraying the city and he’d shown no signs of being affected by the pheromone. So either it had worn off extremely quickly, or he’d never been affected in the first place…
Ooooh! That was a bolt from the blue!
She smiled sleepily as she slid back down in the bed and snuggled into her pillow. Life was about to become very, very interesting…
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Umm…Feli?
That was fun!
Michael
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