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On the movie theater screen, another film ending that Lois and Clark weren't watching was playing. Her fingers were tangled in his hair while she bit his lip, and he groaned against her mouth, holding her nape gently with one hand and pulling her closer by the waist with the other.
I did not see this opening coming. Boy, they’re acting like teenagers on Revenge, aren’t they? Is this still gonna be SFW?
And the second: how much money had they already paid to this damned movie theater, only to end up not remembering a single film they'd actually gone to see?
And the third: how can she consider such an unimportant factoid when she’s thus engaged? Also, they do could move the whole sordid affair to his living room. It’s got a comfortable couch they could defile.
And, well, considering the fact that for the past two months they'd practically been buying tickets just to make out, it was a significant amount.
They don’t need an excuse. Clark doesn’t have a roommate, unless you consider his new cockroach friend he rescued from from Lois’s apartment. And it’s much much cheaper. Only danger left, there’s no risk of public indecency and thus things could...escalate quickly if she’s not careful.
and the tension and attraction between them buzzed with electricity.
And that’s how you get your date to float.
"Can't clean while there are people in here."
Yes. People. People who make place filthy. Shoo! Shoo!
As she passed the cleaning lady, she heard her mutter, "At that age, and still acting like teenagers..."
/points to earlier remark/
It's just that we have a ten-year-old at home. My stepson is as nosy as his mother and won't leave us alone for a minute. So we take our opportunities where they come..."
Clark! I don’t know where to start! Is it the implied marriage? The lie about the stepson. Or hanging Lois out to dry as a nosy reporter?
LUCY: How do you think she got pregnant in the first place? Never could she leave a strange new thing unexplored.
There, they didn't have to be emotionally vulnerable, nor was anything more than kissing expected of them.
/points once more to earlier remarks/ It’s so cute they have a chaperon to make sure nothing son-creating happens.
The biggest source of paranoia was the issue of sex. She didn't feel ready yet, but she was absolutely certain that Clark would pressure her soon, and then she'd be in a dead end.
Actually, she should talk to Lucy about the three-date-rule. If he hasn’t broached the subject after spending about 60 workdays with her plus at least 12 evening outings, he probably isn’t concerned with sex.
LOIS: Oh, I can assure you, he is *very* concerned with it.
Aaaanyway, I’m sure he’s not gonna mention it unless she mentions it first. He might pop out a ring sometime soon, though. And what about that flying freak in tights?
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If she refused, he would leave. If she gave in, he would be disappointed in her and would leave anyway.
Best cut your losses now and leave him first.
My God, if Clark left, what would she do with Juvenilia? Throw it away?
Put the chicken in a Clark-box.
It was quite ridiculous, actually, and Lois wondered when Clark would get tired of this — and also what she should do from then on.
"It's over," Clark whispered.
completely oblivious to the mess he'd made inside Lois's mind.
Yes, he really needs to use less tongue.
And he looked a lot like that new research assistant who started at the Planet yesterday."
Maybe he’s taking notes on how to best make out at the movies?
He shrugged. "But would it be so bad, if someone found out?"
Perry wouldn’t send them on that undercover trip at the Lexor?
Just so we can break up in two weeks because you couldn't sleep with me? Lois replied internally. I don't think so.
/sighs and gets out math board/ The numbers don’t add up. There was no sleeping with Lois for the past 12 weeks. Two more weeks are not a number founded in facts.
"Clark, you have lipstick on your mouth," she said, grateful she’d noticed it at such an opportune moment.
And who’s fault is that?
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and Lois wondered how he would react if she bit his finger.
For someone who was afraid of intimacy, she had been having some pretty contradictory thoughts.
Completely normal Lois Lane reaction.
wearing a specific outfit to work wondering what he would think.
She could measure the … column inches he produces per hour when she’s wearing a particular outfit.
Except Clark himself wasn't as light as usual. He seemed nervous at times, taking deep breaths and drumming his fingers on the table, like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the courage.
Needing to leave?
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"Excuse me." A waiter approached as they were having coffee after dessert. He was carrying a bouquet of red and white roses. "For Miss Lane."
He’s not going to propose, is he?
"I was wondering... What do you think about making our relationship official?
Go to HR. Fill out the form. Get the lecture from Perry about not abusing the storage closet or the conference room table.
She blinked. What an unusual breakup.
You have such an adorable Lois!
A wave of relief nearly overwhelmed her, but immediately afterward her hyperactive mind raced in another direction. He wants you to be official boyfriend and girlfriend! Ha! You know what happens between official boyfriend and girlfriend, Lois? Sex! They have sex!, a shrill, annoying little voice screamed in her head.
"If you think it's too soon... or if you... don't want to..."
Again, there’ve been couples who got married and divorced in a shorter timespan.
Did she want to say yes? Yes. She tested the word in her head, careful not to let it slip onto her tongue.
Was she willing to endure the whispers from the Planet staff and Cat Grant's indiscretion? Yes. But what about sex, Lois? Yes.
Wait, do you want to have sex with him? Yes... Are you serious? Yes! You're just scared, is that it? Yes. And will he be willing to wait?
Awwww… poor libidinous Lois is trying to come out to play
And will he be willing to wait?
"Yes?"
Clark's hopeful voice was what snapped Lois out of her trance, and only then did she realize that she had let the word slip onto her tongue, after all.
It’s very cute and heartfelt that she answers her one question about Clark with her own intuition and that’s want slipped out.
It was such a short word, only three letters, could fit in a sigh. Dangerous.
You’re doing great poetic prose here!
"So that means you were seeing other women this whole time, huh?"
Oops?
And I know you're only seeing me too.
Yes, given how they spend every waking hour with each other anyway.
She shouldn’t have kissed him, she realized too late, if she hadn’t intended to invite him inside. And once inside, what exactly would he expect from her? She began placing distracted kisses along his jaw while mapping out a plan.
Kissing while trying to slow things down isn’t really helpful and had been known to send mixed messages.
That would probably be enough to appease him for a while, right?
Lois!
Or do you just want to see Clark Kent all shaky and breathless on your couch without having to commit yourself in the process?
LOIS:
She'd just use her sister as an excuse and postpone the issue until the next opportunity.
"Leaving!" The door behind them swung open and slammed shut, and Lucy came running out with a half-open backpack on her shoulders.
Ooops?
"I'm gonna grab a cab and sleep over at Britney's! Bye!"
Wait, did Lucy watch them through the door spy and decide to give Lois some much needed privacy?
The best way to remove a band-aid is to rip it off all at once! She took a deep breath.
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"Do you want..."
She was interrupted by the sudden change in Clark's face. He had the same expression he wore right before disappearing: head tilted, brow furrowed, eyes glazed over.
His ‘OMG I don’t want to sleep with you’ face!
"I have to... Turn off the stove! I just remembered I left it on. See you at the Planet!"
Now you introduce us to excuse-me-Clark? *now*?
It seemed she wouldn't have to worry about the intimacy issue anytime soon.
Nope.
Did you guys like the title? I wanted to convey the image of Lois caught between the meanings of these two rose colors, red and white.
Ah, chastity and passion? Or are we talking York and Lancaster?
Very enjoyable part. And I already mentioned the prose! Also, kissing.
Michael
