When the crick in Lois’ neck became too much she pulled away, but the loss of her lips was too much to bear so Clark turned her around and took her in his arms again.
And then Clark pushed Lois onto her back, scattering the wedding magazines beneath them as he...wait, darn it, these aren't the nfic boards!
My mind is always in the gutter!
and then mouthed a silent sorry out to the holy atmosphere.
LOL...loved that line!
Uhhh...I remember all that planning. Makes me jealous for everyone who just drives on over to Vegas! Yea, Martha to the rescue.
