Very cute and sweet. Very well done!
Hey jackiek!
Thank you and thanks for commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
Very sweet story! As others have said, I love that Clark doesn't want an out. And Jimmy! Worst intteruptus but I'm guessing he saved this from getting put on the other side of the boards.
Please write the date! I wanna see their conversation. Part of me wonders of Lois figured out what Clark is hiding...
Hey Vicki! Yes, I've got an idea festering and if it makes you feel better I have started the fic. I made this last week so I think that means it's official:
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Hi Valerie!
<<“Where’s Clark?”
“Right here.”>>
<<“We’ll always be friends.”>>
So, and of HoL.
No, but you're getting the right idea.
<<“Oh, Clark, I don’t care if he used Crazy Glue! You’re back!”>>
Or not. I’m guessing somewhere past TOGoM?
You're getting warmer!
<<“A date? You mean a real date? Like where I take out my best perfume, the one I bought after seeing Love Affair, the good one not the remake, and put a dab behind my knee, and I don’t know why?”>>
<<“We’ll always be friends.”>>
I do see a pattern. And this might actually go to past the proposal mishap.
Oh, I don't know about that.
<<“We’ll always be friends.”>>
[…]
<<“Chocolate will always be there.”>>
I suddenly can see the mirror image of Clark’s musings, just with ‘Chocolate will always be there’ instead of ‘We’ll always be friends’.
Now that would be interesting to mesh together. We'll always be friends and Chocolate will always be there.
Lois: Where'd I put that Double Fudge Crunch Bar?
Clark: Wait, what?
He stopped short when he saw the familiar DEA Agent at one of the coffee carts across the street. ‘Not now.’ he thought to himself. He really didn’t want to have to deal with Daniel Scardino so soon after last night.
Superman could probably dump Call-Me-Daniel into an open sewer access.
Very un-Supermanly though.
It would be funny to see though. Maybe if we offer refreshments?
Every touch, every caress didn’t seem to be able to satisfy her insatiable desire for more. She needed to be closer. She needed to kiss him deeper. She needed to hold him closer. She needed to feel him…
Oh boy. The caught coffee cup could have been a coincidence, easily missed in the heat of passion. But the blue jumper he’s wearing underneath? That should be a dead giveaway when she rips off his shirt.
…
Much later…
LOIS: Huh, Clark? Why is Superman’s suit lying on my bedroom floor?
<snork>
Clark: Oh, yeah, well um.... *starts floating* I can explain...
If Clark ever had the desire to kill anyone in his life it would have been in that moment he heard Jimmy’s voice echo from the other side of Lois’ door. “Lois? Are you home?”
“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Lois whimpered against his lips, pulling away and resting her forehead against his shoulder.
So, the correct answer would be ‘No, go away!’?
More or less.
“Anything you want,” he promised.
“Anything?” she challenged.
“Anything.” he leaned into her, sealing his promise with a kiss.
Awww…
This sounds like you might just have done a shortcut all the way to the…probably third wedding. What with Lex’s clones not being ready in time for the first wedding of an upped time table. Two ARGHs with one stone!
Michael
Thanks for commenting Michael. I am working on a sequel to answer all the questions left by this one. That is an interesting thought though. If the timeline is moved up then it makes it hard to have Lex and his army of clones ready to ruin everything.
