Hi Terry!
Lois awoke refreshed and rested.
But he had *promised* he wouldn't touch her!
And pinned to the mattress by Clark’s arm draped across her midsection.
Ooooh! So he did touch her. It would be even more awkward if she had snuggled in to spoon and he'd now have his hand draped over her torso.
Sleeping beside him had dislodged something inside her and made her unable to thrive without him. She would never again say to him or hint to him or show him in any way that she wanted to leave his side.
That will be awkward when he gets up and takes a shower.
LOIS:
Why? Should work great, need one, too.
CLARK:
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There were other considerations, like his freedom of choice
Can be manipulated through length and opacity of her apparel when he's presented with his options.
Okay, those might be an issue. She might be firmly lodged in the friend zone as his work wife.
and her very real need to visit the bathroom.
Ooops?
Maybe that fresh-from-the-shower idea wasn’t the worst one she’d ever had.
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Maybe she’d try it in a couple of days.
/checks chapter count/ Hmm...it won't come to that.
“Louie, we can’t do this material! We’d run off half our audience!”
Oh, cop and mob bit, with the mob winning?
“Ah, your great-uncle, the submarine captain?”
“Ja. He said many times, ‘Sank you very much.’”
a tall auburn-haired woman in the second row wearing a short green dress stood up and threw a hotel card key on stage.
“Hmm. It iz perhaps a sign zat you are seeking ze approval of strange men due to ze lack of approval you perceive in your own life. Or, it may zimply be zat you are just horny as a three-headed goat.”
Probably a good thing he didn’t go for the Chippendale’s routine.
For example, ze feline-garbed woman who threw her key onstage haz obviously regressed to a cavewoman state due to ze amount of martinis she haz made to dizzapear.”
“I liked the one with Lois as the bubble dancer,” Clark offered.
Clark!
The small audience laughed. “In your dreams, Farm Boy,” Lois growled.
He dipped his head slightly in a small bow and said, “As you wish.”
This should get interesting next night around.
“Oh, Clark, can you come here for a minute?”
“Just for a minute?”
Lois grinned like a cheese-eating possum. “Maybe about three and a half minutes.”
“Okay, as long as it’s not any longer than that.”
“What’s wrong, honey? Are you tired?”
No, he's just worried about having to...well...last for longer than that.
He stopped moving and stared at her as she danced in front of him as if she were Scheherazade and he was her favorite king.
Ooooh! One of the classics!
LOIS:
You do *one* 7-veils routine and you’re typecast for life.
But the chair is not my son
She says I am the one, but the chair is not my son
Considering that Clark's the Man of Steel, the metal chair could very well be his chair.
“Good night and be safe!”
Very creative routine!
Clark and Lois left the club through the front door and immediately saw that the thugs Lois had designated as Thing One and Thing Two were back.
Ho boy.
One shook his head. “I can’t say that Louie has or has not been contacted. I don’t know. All I do know is that we have no intention of cutting him out of loop.”
So, they are going to hang him from a loop by the neck until such a time as he has become dead and then they will let him hang there for the crows to devour. Nice people.
He tilted his head to one side and put one hand in his pants pocket. “And I find it interesting that neither of you has asked what your fee for this performance might be.”
Ho boy.
Besides, Louie needs to handle all of our booking fees because he’s responsible for making sure our tax situation is copacetic.”
I wonder if Clark specified that one to Louie, too.
CLARK: Yes, and I said to make it copacetic.
LOUIE: Yes, all the money's invested in the Copa Cabana.
“You seem to be almost unreasonably honest, Mr. Kent.”
He's from Smallville. It's good cover. Him and Lana never got discovered once behind the Dairy Freeze.
LOIS: Lana? Dairy Freeze?
Two took a hard step toward them. “I don’t think you two get it. Mister Smith ain’t a guy you wanna say ‘no’ to. Not never. And since we represent his interests here, you really don’t wanna say ‘no’ to us, neither.”
I wonder if they will meet man-shaped bats tonight, since they are in Gotham and all that.
He smiled back. “Aikido, actually. I spent a few months in Okinawa several years ago when I was traveling the world, and there was a young sensei just starting out who was willing to teach the big clumsy white boy how not to get killed in a fight.
Same situation as with the Nigerian Prince who still keeps writing to Clark on a monthly basis, huh? Clark sure left a lot of broken hearts on his trail around the world.
“Are you kidding?” She lifted one foot after the other and pulled her shoes off. “I’ve gained about eight pounds since you started cooking for me on a regular basis, and I can’t carry extra weight like you can. I have to work hard to stay slender.”
Bad Clark! Should have offered her an exercise regiment to burn those domestic calories right off again. Tsk Tsk Tsk.
His eyebrows drew together. “Honest, Lois, I hadn’t noticed that you’d put on weight. In fact, if you hadn’t told me, I still wouldn’t know.”
Oh boy. Can't win with that one.
“I don’t know whether to be grateful to you or feel ignored.”
The last one. Plus, not tight enough clothing.
He listened as she gently closed the door. It seemed to say, No peaceful slumber for you, Bubba. You don’t dare float in your sleep tonight – you’d drift right into the living room and hover over her like a doomed dirigible.
She’d probably wake up, see him, scream in terror, and be crushed when he awoke and fell down on her.
Cute one! Although it might result in some Smileys and resolutions of UST.
And then Perry would kill him for sure.
Yeah, for getting his star reporter pregnant right before Kerth season.
It was almost a cliché to her by now – they’d move toward something deep and personal, and Clark would sidestep at the last minute and suggest something to eat.
Oooooh! no wonder she gained eight pounds.
Maybe he needed something more direct. Maybe she really did need to step right out of the shower, looking sexier than any centerfold fantasy with water glistening on her skin and dripping from her hair and slink up to him and give him the best, the deepest, the dampest, the most intimate kiss of his life.
*nods*
And then she could pick up the ten thousand pieces of her shattered heart when he rejected her yet again.
Aaaargh! He'd only be pushing her away a little bit.
CLARK: Just a little bit?
LOIS: Well, not *that* little a bit.
Maybe she could die in Clark’s arms as he lied to her and told her that he loved her after all.
She was close to preferring that over being so near him while they were so far apart.
Quite the usual bit of fun!
Michael
