This is definitely my favorite chapter so far. I love it when two or more characters get trapped somewhere (no wonder Fly Hard is my favorite episode), although being in such a cramped space made me nervous! I would completely freak out if I were in their shoes.
She could feel Clark on top of her, his arms still around her, one cushioning the back of her head. He’d probably saved her from a concussion at the very least, maybe saved her life.
And he wasn’t moving.
Cold dread filled her chest.
Those must have been horrifying moments for Lois, like something out of a horror movie. Imagine, her partner's last act in life would have been saving her life, and then she'd have to remain trapped under his corpse for hours!!! What a trauma!
“FIVE or SIX HOURS?! You’re KIDDING!” she asked incredulously, her voice sharp and raised.
For God's sake, woman, don't do that!
But for some reason, it had come out breathy and light and low instead, which gave it a distinctly sensual sound.
Well, well...
Clark shifted infinitesimally above her
Well, well, well...
And subsequently felt the low rumble move all the way through her body.
She mentally chastised her toes as they started to curl.
Poor Lois. I'm starting to feel sorry for her
“But you’re–You’re top banana–You said–You’ve always said–”
She also said she liked being on top, so being underneath him now must be creating some new neural pathways.
He’d tipped his head to rest on her shoulder a while back.
I wonder if he actually needed to rest. To me, it's possible for Superman to feel tired in this kind of situation, especially because of the psychological aspect of it. Either way, it's an adorable image.
“Do you want to call for Superman?” he asked. “He can have us out of here in a second.”
It's interesting how he's almost leaving the decision of whether to reveal his secret up to her.
“I– um, it was I’ve Got a Crush on You.”
“Sing it to me.”
Oh, the parallel. She hesitates to sing it, but he wants her to do so
She let her cheek rub against his.
Maybe it was okay to indulge, just a little, when they were in such danger, and their time together could be so short? Bearing away from further thoughts of their mortality, she oh-so-quietly sang through the rest of the song in his ear.
“'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you…”
I'm melting! Their cheeks touching, the song...
She’d been stealing little snatches of casual touch from him [...] and now she was getting exactly what she’d wanted.
I know Lois had been longing physical contact with Clark, but if I were in her place, I'd need a whole month without touching anyone after this experience
