Oh, that was lovely, Jenn!
“What are you making?”
“Chicken piccata and a salad of mixed greens with walnuts, gorgonzola and a raspberry vinaigrette.”
Chicken Piccata
2 skinless and boneless chicken breasts, butterflied and then cut in half
Sea salt and freshly ground black pepper
All-purpose flour, for dredging
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
5 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
1/3 cup fresh lemon juice
1/2 cup chicken stock
1/4 cup brined capers, rinsed
1/3 cup fresh parsley, chopped
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“Oh, and I was putting out a fire in Los Angeles so I zipped up to Napa and picked up a great chardonnay.”
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Looks good, if you're asking me!
Martha was delighted. “So if she's coming over for dinner, things must be going well.”
There was silence.
“Clark?”
“I don't know,” he finally replied, all traces of his breezy tone gone. “Things are … complicated. She's been so angry at me lately.” He sighed. “Not that I can blame her, though. Every time we start to get close, I have to run off, and she has no idea why. And given the way I acted during my exposure to red Kryptonite, I"m surprised she"s even speaking to me.”
Pssst, Clark? Tell her.
His next statement was almost a whisper. “I'm afraid I'm going to lose her.”
“Oh, Honey, you aren't going to lose her,” Martha said empathetically. “She's crazy about you.”
Listen to your Mom, Clark!
He hadn't specified what they would be doing so she had opted for a fitted cashmere sweater in a deep shade of violet and black slacks.
She knocked once and he opened the door immediately, dressed in a gray button-down shirt and tan slacks. A dishtowel was slung over his shoulder.
“Hi,” he said, his face breaking into a grin. “Wow … you look incredible.”
She blushed. “Thanks. You look really nice, too.” Reaching over and plucking the dishtowel off his shoulder, “Static cling?”
I like the clothes you chose for them - and that 'static cling' thing was a riot!
Her voice got softer. “He's not so perfect after all.”
Clark couldn't believe what he was hearing. “What?”
Lois looked a little sad. “He's not invincible.” She took a bite of salad. “I don't know … he just seemed so much more human and not as ...”
“Virtuous,” he suggested with a touch of sarcasm.
“Well …” She shrugged. “I guess there isn't such a thing as perfect man after all.” She took a bite of pasta and visibly swooned. “But any one who cooks like this is pretty amazing.”
Love it! Superman isn't perfect, but Clark is pretty amazing!
Clark stood at the kitchen counter, scooping the piece de resistance of their romantic meal into two crystal goblets. He could hardly wait to see her reaction, and she didn't disappoint as he set the chocolate mousse on the table.
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Her eyes twinkled. “If you keep this up, I just may have to stay forever.”
CRASH! The goblet sitting to the left of Clark's arm fell to the floor and splintered into a million pieces.
Loved that he got so flustered! (But oh, the delightful chocolate!)
She picked up the spoon and took an exploratory bite. “Oh, God. Clark, this is incredible.”
He looked pleased. “I know what you like.”
“What else do I like?”
“You like chocolate éclairs.” He took the spoon and fed her a bite of mousse. “And you like Thai food … and romantic comedies … and double-fudge crunch bars, of course.” He thought for a minute. “I know you like pink cotton candy, and red wine and watching CNN for hours on end.”
She leaned in close. “You're forgetting something.”
“I'm sure I am,” he said softly as he slid another spoonful into her mouth and smiled as a blissful expression crossed her face. “There's so much I have yet to learn about you.” Noticing the intense look in her eyes, “So tell me.”
She reached out and touched his face. “I like you, Clark.” Her voice became even softer. “I like you a lot.”
“Do you?” He was barely breathing as he waited for her response.
She nodded, almost shyly.
Sorry to quote all of this, but is's adorably sweet and delightful.
Clark couldn't hide his grin as he took the spoon back. “My turn.”
His uttering of those two simple words sent a shiver down her spine as he slid a spoonful of the decadent dessert into her mouth.
She sucked in her breath as he reached over and gently wiped away a bit of chocolate from above her upper lip.
“Sorry, I got some on your face.”
They stared at each other for a long moment.
And then, before he could figure out whether he was dreaming or this was actually reality, Lois leaned in and licked the chocolate mousse off his thumb.
<shivers down my spine>
OK, he was definitely dreaming. “Lois?”
She held his glaze. “Yes, Clark?”
He didn't respond as they continued a soulful tango with their eyes.
Who needs to talk when you can just stare into each other's eyes?
Finally, Lois snapped back to reality. Had she really just done that? It was time to get out the door, quickly, before she made any other impulsive decisions that could come at a high cost – her dignity, or, given the way they were looking at each other, her clothes. “It's getting late. I'd better go.”
Was it Sue who said that clothes are overrated?
Without a word, he leaned in and kissed her, his arms sliding around her waist as she wound hers around his neck. He could taste wine and chocolate as his tongue slipped into her mouth, eliciting a moan as she succumbed to his sweet caress for the first time.
Their lips still touching, his voice was a whisper. "Some things are worth staying for."
The door closed.
Aaaawwww!!!!
And I'm sure they were up to all sorts of adorably nficky things in there, and if you want to write a sequel, you won't get any complaints from me!
Lovely vignette, Jenn!
Ann
Love ya, friend!
That's awesome! 
Wonderful!
I'm too busy sitting here staring into space and eating a pink donut. I have priorities. 
