Hi Sara!
Well, Lois could find someone else to rave about her *boyfriend* to, he was done listening to how amazing Luthor was.
Jealous, huh?
"Clark?" he heard her call through the door. He closed his eyes, fully prepared to wait her her out.
He does realize he keeps spare keys under his doormat and plants outside the apartment. Plus, Lois knows how to pick locks.
Then he heard the tell-tale scrape of her lock-picking instruments.
See?
Clark wondered what in the world could have happened after her 'wonderful' date... had someone gotten hurt?
Well, it’s Lex Luthor she went on a date with so who knows what’s happened to her.
Lois drew her knees up as much as she could before answering, "I told him I needed to think about it..."
So, not flat out laughter and fingerpointing, then? But how will he know just how preposterous and ridiculous this idea is. I mean, a mere mortal *proposing* to *Superman’s* girlfriend?
"how would you take it if your girlfriend said she needed to get used to you as a couple more before considering such a big step?"
Well, to be fair, they have only been to two dates so far, several months apart and Lois is still insisting that the first one had actually been an interview.
"No Lois," he soothed, "I'm just trying to gather my thoughts." He drew in a steading breath before continuing, "If the woman I loved," he hoped she hadn't noticed how his voice quivered on that word, "told me she needed time after I proposed to her, well, it would hurt. But I'd hope that I would be able to reassure her that she could take all the time she needed to be comfortable with the idea..." But he was quite sure that billionaire playboy Luthor wouldn't have the same patience.
Ooooh, he’s a sneaky one. Maybe Lex will dump her, now that she’s not willing to bend to his whim.
We'd always been close, and by 15 we were dating, and 'going steady' almost immediately." He glanced up at his partner and noticed her jaw was loose and she looked utterly appalled.
Well, in Metropolis lingo, he just told her that he and his girlfriend had sex when they were 15.
Lana wanted to stay in Smallville and raise a large family on either her parent's farm or her husband's."
I never saw that one coming. This Lana’s quite different from Alt-Lana.
Once I was traveling, of course, it was harder to keep contact, but by then they were busy with other things too.
Kids #1 and #2, I’d wager.
"You weren't happy with her? Then why date her?" Lois shot in.
Pretty blonde. Limited dating pool. Teenager.
Clark groaned in frustration, "Lois, Cat *lied*! I'd barely been at her place for 15 minutes before you and Perry paged me...
To be fair, that *could* be enough to sow his wild oars *and* have time for coffee.
And you'd *just* told me to fake a moment of passion the next time we were in a sticky situation!"
Well, Lois meant with *herself*. Doofus.
"She'd just been named head of a mob family... never mind her association with L-" he off that name and wished he could bite his own tongue off for a moment, "-the Toasters. Talk about incompatible life styles..."
So, dating a mobster is incompatible for Clark but not for Lois?
LOIS: I wouldn’t be dating a mobster, either. Clark? Clark! Why are your eyes so big?
Clark's eyes lost their focus as he recalled those days. Then he continued, "Then Giulia graduated. We took off together, traveling the way I had planned on after my own graduation.
Wait, by ‘the way I had planned to travel’ he is not referring to his mode of transportation, is he?
We spent a year as constant companions.
I wonder, she never got curious about her travel-friend not trying to become more and rebuffing her advances instead?
"Diavolo, demonio, Dio mi proteggo!" she had screamed at him. "Devil, demon..." Imploring higher powers for protection against him. The hotel manager had thrown him out, threatening to call the police.
Oh boy. That’s one way to ruin one’s reputation.
He'd barely managed to gather his things and had flown back to Kansas to lick his wounds. He'd never told his parents about Giulia, he'd just told them that they were friends and then they'd parted ways, that he'd left Italy for good after someone had spotted him about to fly home... He'd never seen Giulia again.
So, Giulia knows his real name, that he can float and that there’s now a flying man homebased in America?
Although a letter from her had reached the Superman Foundation after he'd gone public with his powers.
Looky there.
Lois had a hand clamped over her mouth in horror, "Oh Clark..." She wrapped her arms around him tightly. "I'm so sorry that happened to you... and for you to not even know *why*..."
Well, he *was* sleeping in rather tightfitting clothes and without a blanket and Giulia sounds like she grew up in a rather…protected environment.
Lois gave a suddenly decisive nod, "Okay, what should I do about Lex?"
Wooden stake. Heart. Maybe some holy water, too. Well, a bathtub full of it.
Clark tilted his head, "Lois, I mean... do you *want* to live the life you would need to live if you were his wife?"
Well, she’s not squeamish when it comes to breaking the law or the sight of blood, so…maybe?
There hasn't been a hint of you two as a couple in the more unsavory underbelly of our business. No trashy articles, no paparazzi photos..."
Well, to be fair, after the offices of the first two trash magazines burned down and two photo journalists and one gossip columnist got mugged and spent the next 3-4 months in the hospital, reporting on Lex’s private life suddenly decreased significantly.
"Maybe he thinks that won't matter to you... that you'll move into some other roll in the news business after you're married..."
Yes, they call it ‘trophy wife’.
Lois returned his smile and nodded decisively. "Give me the weekend to break off things with Lex, then we should work on being the best friends we can," she gazed at him shyly through her lashes, "We'll decide together when it's time for anything more." She turned towards his door.
Oh boy.
CLARK: What, I’m fine with ‘yes dear’ once she’s ready.
"Giulia caught me floating in my sleep," he told her, holding her gaze steadily.
LOIS: *blinks* “Okay, it’s time for more now.”
CLARK:
"We'll have a *lot* to talk about after this weekend," she threatened.
Ooooh! Cute one!
Michael