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“We make a great team,” she told him.

“Fantastic.” His arms tightened around her, and she slid her own arms up and around his neck. She met his gaze with hers, enjoying the way his brown eyes sparkled with delight and happiness. Yes, they were a great team.

And suddenly their surroundings seemed to fade, and Clark’s eyes lost that excited light and turned darker, more intense. And Lois felt a sense of tension growing deep inside her, as if she was waiting with anticipation for something to happen...

...and, as her chin tilted up towards Clark almost of its own accord, and he lowered his head to meet her, she knew what it was.

Their lips touched. And lightning struck. And Lois knew that their fevered, desperate kisses in the EPRAD shed hadn’t just been the result of a near-death encounter. Clark Kent’s kisses really had the power to stir her as no other man’s ever had.

The kiss grew deeper within seconds, both eager to know the other and unable to countenance delay. Her lips were parted beneath his, and she was exploring him just as frantically as he was her. Her knees felt weak, and she clung to him, wanting - needing - to get closer still. One of his hands had slid up her back and was holding her head, fingers combing through the strands of her hair. She pulled her arms back from around his neck, sliding her palms up to caress his face, uncaring about the rasp of stubble which scratched her; just needing to be closer to him.

And she was lost. Tumbling headlong into lust - or even into love - with Clark Kent.

“Yet,” she agreed, then gave him a wink. “Just wait until I write the exclusive on Superman. That will knock all the others into the shade!”

Lois shrugged, untroubled by the familiar banter with the detective; they had a long relationship which, although was characterised by barbs and caustic exchanges, was securely based on mutual trust and respect. “I’ve been in jail before now.”

She almost felt the raise of eyebrows on Clark’s face. “You can fill me in on that later,” he said, before turning to Henderson. “Okay, what can you tell us for now? What will the charges be?”

“Can’t you let us charge him first?” Henderson said sardonically. “Okay, it’s no secret that we’ll be charging him with attempted murder and conspiracy to murder. Probably Murder One as well, if we can tie him to Baines’ death. And I’ll probably manage to slip in something about threatening and attempted abduction of a police officer too.”

“Not yet,” she told him with a grin. “But you will be. That’s a given. Just stick with me, kid, and you’ll go far,” she drawled.

“As far as the nearest clink, if you’re not careful, Lane,” Henderson commented with a flash of humour. “I just know that one of these days I’m going to get a call from Perry White - or maybe Kent here - telling me that you’re locked up for interfering in police business or breaking and entering. And I’m looking forward to seeing you with bars across your face, you know.”