New story by Erin!
Erin, I'm so, so happy you're writing again! I love your stories and when I saw you'd posted a new one, I dropped everything and ran to read it.
I was missing your awesome stories.
I have to admit, though, I was very nervous about dipping my toe into the writing pool after having been away from it for so long,
Erin, don't be modest. You're such a great writer. No reason to get nervous. You couldn't write a bad story if you tried.
Anything you write is superb and worthy to read.
When she spent many an evening crying on Clark's shoulder over her doubts and insecurities that had arisen from having been involved with a man like Lex, she never once let on that those weren't the only reasons why her heart was aching. She could talk to him about many things, but not about this. Never about this. How could she tell him that, even above the feelings of being betrayed by Lex, she was hurting because she was seriously doubting that she was capable or even worthy of being loved?
Poor Lois. It's heartbreaking.
Uh-oh. Intense scrubbing. Chocolate ice cream.
Melting and forgotten chocolate ice cream, at that.
This was bad. Very bad.
Hee hee. He knows Lois.
Clark didn't respond, figuring what Lois needed right now was to let off some steam. He watched her finish wiping down the counters in silence. When he wasn't sure she would say anything else, she spoke again.
"The thing is," she said in a small voice, "she seems...happy."
Sniff... sniff...
His thumb moved on its own accord of the hand she still held captured under hers, and he trailed it along the smooth skin in a loving caress. Her lips parted slightly as she gave a contented sigh, and his gaze dropped to them once more. He fought for all he was worth to keep himself from leaning in and pressing his lips to hers.
Don't fight it, Clark.
Andreia (bowing in awe before Great Erin)