Like they said, Caroline, you are an awesome writer. I so loved this:
Lois Lane and Clark Kent.
Lane and Kent.
Lois and Clark.
Their names had been linked so often that they seemed to flow into one another naturally, just as it seemed natural to have Lois at his side.
So you beautifully you put it.
And I loved this:
As he slipped between the sheets of his bed, he realized in a sudden epiphany that the way he'd behaved that night had been remarkably like the way Lois had always behaved with him. She had never wanted him herself, but she certainly hadn't wanted anyone else to have him. She'd teased him and called him Mr. Greenjeans, but let another woman look his way, and her claws came out. He'd picked up on it early on and had always found it amusing - endearing, even. At times, he'd even allowed her possessive behavior to give him hope - the very hope that had led him to pour his heart out to her in the middle of a public park. But never had he dared to assert a similar claim on her. Never for one minute had he thought she'd sit still for it. So what did it mean that he'd done so tonight and lived to tell the tale?
I love the way Clark realizes that he has been jealous and possessive about Lois in the same way that she has always been jealous and possessive about him. But I find myself groaning loudly when he comes to the same paranoid conclusion all over again - she probably loves him just because she now knows that he is Superman. God, he should never have told her, because now that she knows, she will never love him for *him*.
Aaaarrgghh!!! You're driving me crazy, Clark. Lois now knows you for what you are, and she loves you for what you are - what more can you ask for? Would you prefer making her love you precisely because you are
not Superman, and then finding yourself in a position where you'll be forced to admit to her that indeed you
are Superman after all? It kind of slipped your mind, hmm?
I'm most definitely not criticising
you for writing this, Caroline, because this aspect of Clark is so much a part of the Lois and Clark canon. But I
am saying that I really dislike Clark when he's behaving this way.
Of course, you show us so adorably how Clark always reacts viscerally to Lois in a way that he really can't control. I love this:
He had missed her like he'd missed his powers when he'd been exposed to Kryptonite. His poweres were something that often aggravated and inconvenienced him, and many times he'd wished them gone, wished he could be 'normal'. But when it happened for real and he'd thought the superpowers might be gone for good, the loss had been devastating - more so than he'd ever admitted to his parents. He'd felt like half a person for those few days, and that was exactly how he'd felt since he'd fallen out so spectacularly with Lois. It was easy to think of a hundred different reasons he'd be better off with out her, but when he was without her, he felt utterly incomplete.
This is just perfect. Clark's body loves Lois so much, and even his lunkheaded head is beginning to grudgingly realize that it, too, loves her!!
Looking forward to much more of this!
Ann