Hi Evie!
As excitement bloomed in her chest, she realized that she could happily spend from now until New Year’s kissing him.
/eyes skeptically/
CAT: If he kisses her for that long and they’re still just kissing, they’re doing it wrong.
“Actually,” he said, pulling back, “I think I really have to tell you something.”
Oooh, this works with Cat’s remark, too!
Why did this happen every time she decided to trust someone? Had she been wrong about the water level she’d so carefully assessed? Was he going to take it back?
Boy, she does need some chocolate. Also, I still remember the water level assessment.
LOIS: And?
Ahm, nothing. Careful assessment had been going on. Yes.
Her heart wasn’t up for this kind of shatter.
/thinks of Japanese Kintsugi and considers last statement/ hmm, can her heart still beat if it’s completely good plated?
So she’d stick with her choice to trust him until he made a pattern of proving her wrong.
Awwww… so no running off to feed the cat’s neighbor? What about his needlessly dying? Breaking up with her for her own good?
CLARK: He does know that he’s not helping, right?
The look on his face wasn’t giving her much hope though.
“I said it wouldn’t be a problem for us to find flights.”
That was a lie. He can only provide flight transportation services for one of them. The other has to get there on their own.
“Well, we don’t actually need to book flights.”
Crop duster.
“I think we can fly another way.”
Crop duster!
She really didn’t want him to be going where he was going with this. How unbelievably awkward would that flight be? Especially after last night.
Oops? Just thinking about kissing Superman. Now, *that* would be awkward.
She had been planning to not think about the superhero tonight, but Clark couldn’t seem to stop bringing him up. Honestly, which one of them had the crush on the hero anyway?
Clark does enjoy undressing Superman and getting the superhero showered after a successfully heroic outing.
Clark looked surprised. “You can tell me anything, Lois, but… I think I should go first.”
Yeah, like that went so well the last time.
“No!” she insisted, a little too forcefully. Last time he’d gone first it had all gone horribly awry.
/points at lore/
“No, not this time. Look, this doesn’t matter now, not really, but I think you should know that last night when Superman rescued me, well, I – he – we –”
Hey, it’s not like you spent the night with the boyscout.
Regardless, she wouldn’t start out like this, withholding something that she knew would hurt him later, that might still hurt him now.
CLARK:
He’d cringed when she’d said ‘lie.’ “Uh, Lois, I really think I should –”
thing… with him, well, for him, but that’s over. On my side, I mean. Because of this. Us.”
When she finally stopped talking, she realized Clark was smiling.
“I’m glad to hear that,” he said.
Awwww… but Clark shouldn’t be this happy about Lois breaking up with him.
MAYSON:
“I know,” she interrupted again, “that you were going to suggest that we ask him to take us to Kansas.”
Eehhh…
She finally exhaled, relieved to have gotten through the confession without it escalating to the level of requiring federal aid, not to mention that it would have been the shortest lived relationship of her romantic life.
This is adorable and funny and sad all at the same time.
She was getting irritated again. She really didn’t want to talk about her erstwhile paramour with her current boyfriend.
I rally shouldn’t hunt down the dictionary definition for ‘paramour’ in an attempt of figuring out whether historically this always implied bodily love. Or as Sheldon Cooper would say: coitus.
Clark Kent was her boyfriend, she acknowledged giddily.
Only until she forgets about him. Or he breaks up with her.
[Superman…]
“Ok, then,” she said, hoping they’d move on to wherever else Clark had to tell her. “So what else were you going to say?”
CLARK: Superman…
“The thing is, Lois, Super –”
“Clark,” she snapped, her temper finally flaring, “I don’t want to talk about Superman.”
“Honey,” he caught her eyes and held them, “I am Superman.”
And then he gets up and leaves because she told him she doesn’t want to talk about/with the s-word.
She forgot how to breathe.
Maybe Clark could do mouth-to-mouth? Add chest compressions as needed in case her heart stops, too?
Right.
Right.
Clark was…
That’s why his kiss had felt familiar.
‘s cute!
…which he’d withheld from her for as long as she’d known him.
Oh, look, Christmas tree is just the right size to smack him over the head with.
Pulling her shoes from under the desk where she’d discarded them earlier, she shakily balanced to put them on while standing, needing to feel more fully armored.
This and the earlier snippet, I like how you ramp up the fortifications.
But she knew why. Why he hadn’t told her. She wasn’t stupid, after all.
/looks at the Milky Way/
Especially reporters that endangered your whole way of life by nearly marrying your arch nemesis.
CLARK: But I didn’t not tell Lois just because she would no longer work with me after getting married to Luthor. That would be petty, right?
Superman really didn’t lie. …although he clearly had a deep relationship with obfuscation to be able to pull off a separate identity.
Lois Lane was sick of terrible Chrismases. She didn’t want to remember this one as the year she lost her best friend.
Awww
He flinched, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “I guess… we have a lot to talk about.”
This and before, cute repurposing
“Welcome back, Cla– Oh! Superman.”
Well, that almost backfired.
“It’s ok,” he said reassuringly. He swung Lois down, and she hopped lightly to the ground, his palm on her lower back to steady her in a move they’d done a hundred times before.
See? By flying her straight to his bedroom, he could deposit her on his bed instead.
Only this time, when her feet touched the ground, he didn’t let go.
Awwww
She adored Martha, sure, but she wasn’t positive how Clark’s mom would feel about his gifting Lois the family secret for Christmas.
MARTHA: Depends. Do I still have to make up the couch for him to stay on?
So I offered to bring her here for this one, and for the next eighty Christmases or so.”
Cute.
She’d been right! That had been a sneaky proposal earlier!
They really did have a lot to talk about.
! He’s been crazy about you for a long time, you know.”
She does drive him crazy a lot.
Clark’s hand was on her lower back as they stepped through the swinging porch door, but a second later, he was moving too fast for her to see, landing just in front of her.
Her eyes rose to meet his, dark and mischievous.
Huh? Oh… mistletoe!
Faces close, his smile was teasing as he paused to glance up. “Mistletoe.”
It had taken Clark Kent, with his infinite love and gentle persistence, to break her Christmas Curse.
Awwww
And she’d been right after all, she thought, as Clark easily slid his arms around her.
This year had been different.
Awwww indeed
Very adorable epilogue
/updates Kerth chart entry for ‘revelation’/
Michael
