Hi Vicki!
Still, a part of him was surprised she wasn’t raging the way she typically did when she was upset.
LOIS:
This could have been my Kerth. Maybe even a Pulitzer. Lex Luthor – Criminal Overlord! But noooo, I just have to try and *marry* him.
Men! Who needs them anyway. I’m better off without them.
“I’m here for you, whatever you need,” he promised her.
LOIS: /looks up/ Could you ask Superman to come?
studying him for a sold half a minute
‘solid’
Clark shook his head. “We both made missteps. We both fell down because of them. But after the fall, we rise up, smarter and stronger than before, right?”
/points out title/
Would you stay for a while?”
Guess it’s a good thing it’s still early in the day. Otherwise, she’d be asking him to stay the night. Also, why didn’t the police keep her longer? They must have had a ton of questions for the Bride of the Underworld.
I’ll run down to the store and pick up as much ice cream as your freezer can hold and some movie rentals.”
For a moment I thought he’d be renting an extra freezer.
“Ugh, I need to get out of this thing.”
Why don’t I run you a hot bath? You can relax and get changed while I’m out.”
So, feeding her ice cream while she’s soaking in a bubble bath? Good thing he can’t peek while he is out, though.
God, how it burned his tongue to use the word ‘fiancé’ in reference to Luthor!
Like sucking a Kryptonite drop, huh ?
“You know, this’ll be the first night in two or three days that we’ll have a proper meal. I don’t know the story behind this dress and I don’t want to know. But…thank you.”
He lingered in the video rental store as long as he could, choosing six of Lois’ favorite, non-romantic movies and poring over the snacks.
Darn it, I know some of the release dates are wrong but still…
The Runaway Bride
Much Ado About Nothing
Four Weddings and a Funeral
Bonnie And Clyde
Pretty Woman
Darn it, I can’t find a sixth one to match the theme right now.
He needed to let the man know that Lois would probably be staying in her place after all, unless she decided that she needed a fresh start in a new place.
Gotham. She’s moving to Gotham, getting a bleach and a new byline before trying to get the exclusive on a *safe* billionaire.
The deadline for her to move out was quickly approaching, and the last thing Lois needed was to deal with details like her lease.
Not thinking forward. If Lois had to move out, he could offer her a place to stay.
He found the landlord at home, quickly and vaguely explained the situation, and was satisfied when the man agreed to talk to Lois the following week about the lease.
She left her fiancé at the altar and the poor guy was so distraught that he threw himself off his building. Lois will need her place a bit longer.
But now, she was choosing to let him see her in her pajamas. She was choosing to let him see her in an oddly vulnerable state of being.
Awwww…
LOIS: They’re flannel!
He smiled. “Well, maybe not the exact same kind, but something similar. I’m not sure they make that print in men’s fashion.” He pointed to her shirt.
Small S-Shields.
He was teasing her, but he couldn’t help but fall head over heels for her all over again as she sat there in sky blue pajamas printed with white soap bubbles and rubber ducks all over the drawstring pants and button down top.
“Too bad. You’d probably look good in a rubber duck print,” she offered with a suppressed laugh.
Can you imagine Superman with a rubber duck shield instead of the El-crest
LOIS: Duckman!
And he sent up a silent prayer of thanks that, even if Lois never chose to see him as more than a friend, she’d chosen to keep him in her life after all the things he’d done wrong.
Can you imagine if Lois actually never went beyond ‘friend Clark’?
Yes, very waffy indeed!
Michael