Normally she loved the beach, but being dragged there by her sister and mother in a transparent attempt to take her mind off her aborted wedding to Metropolis’s biggest criminal wasn’t her idea of a good time.
Yes, that's Clark's job.
Yep—the makers of her “waterproof” sunscreen had obviously been guilty of false advertising. Other than the pale silhouette left by her bathing suit, her entire back was already rosy and well on its way to bright red.
<hands Lois some aloe gel out of the fridge>
not a memento of the time she’d made three serious relationship mistakes in one day
Not her best day ever.
He was mentally reciting all the reasons why it would be wrong to actually x-ray into her bedroom
Actually, that's one of the things I love about Dean's Clark/Superman - the very human desires and temptations he faces.
It fell, hitting her bare foot right on the sensitive spot at the base of her big toenail. As she instinctively straightened up, she banged the top of her head on the corner of the still-open medicine cabinet.
Man, Lois is having one *hell* of a bad day.
while she was dressed in nothing but a flimsy nightgown.
The very same one he saw her in last too.
Clever.
e two of them hadn’t exactly spent a lot of casual time together lately.
Which is probably the reason for her funk.
After all, she’d known more than one girl in college who regularly made use of the ‘Could you please rub this on my back?’ ploy to attract a guy’s attention. What if Superman thought she’d screamed on purpose so she could try the same thing on him?
“And you believe him?” Superman asked. “Because I don’t.”
Heh.
“Lois, *I* will always love you.”
Ooooh! A reveal!!!!
She reached up to plant a hard kiss on his lips. She pulled back to discover Superman—no, Clark—grinning at her—a true Clark Kent grin like she hadn’t seen in a long time. Then she slapped him right in the middle of Superman’s S. “And you…all this time…”
He bent his head to seal their bargain with a second kiss, slower and more tender than the first. She reached her arms up around his neck, he wrapped his around her back, and she didn’t feel even a twinge of pain—just the perfect warmth and comfort that she’d been sure she’d never know again.
Awwww!
What a wonderful, WAFFy tale! Brava!