This is all Laura S’s fault. We were chatting the other day about teachers we had a crush on, and I told her the story about my (very yummy) eighth grade English teacher. She mentioned something about how that would make an excellent Lois and Clark story, and yesterday was a slow day at work, and so… Voila!
Hah! We were trading delicious teacher stories and she ranted on about her 8th grade teacher in such a way that this story nearly complete! It definitely needed to be written, it was so funny.
The night ended with Lois, who was by this point more than a little tipsy and pleasantly full, snuggled in the crook of Clark's arm snoring softly.
Squee. I loved when Lois is so comfortable with Clark she gets cuddly with him.
After a brief moment of wishing he was a bunch of chicken fluff instead of her 'love you like a brother' partner, Clark headed for his own bed that suddenly seemed far too cold and way too empty.
I'm having this mental image of Clark submerged in chicken fluff. Hehe.
Lois stumbled her way towards his kitchen in search of a glass of water when she realized that the tiny jackhammers were actually Clark's shower running in the other room.
Inconsiderate bastard.
How dare he use his own shower.
Carefully, she opened the door before closing it quickly again. She had forgotten that he only had a clear glass door shutting his shower off from the rest of the room. Granted there was a towel strategically draped on a bar to cover all the important bits, but it was still quite disconcerting to see him like that. ‘And pleasantly so!’ her inner voice couldn’t help but add.
*Melts* Such a beautiful mental image.
Unbidden, she let out a slight moan of pleasure as a sensation of cleanliness washed through her and she suddenly felt rejuvenated.
The sudden scuffle in the shower made her remember where she was. Concerned, she turned to see her partner hopping on one foot as his hand rested on the shower wall. It seemed to her that there was a crack in the porcelain and she wondered how long it had been there and when he planned on getting it fixed.
“Clark!” she cried out frantically, turning to go get him when she bumped into his chest.
I don't know why this line sticks out with me so much. I can just feel her bumping into him. *shakes head* I think it's because I'm used to turning around and running headlong into my massive, always afoot older brothers, lol. But I totally know that feeling.
“Don’t you have any towels around this place?”
EEE!!!!! Do it! Do it! Do it!
Before she could react, there was a towel in his hand. He began to beat at the flames just as they were about to finally reach their tasty goal. Lois could only gape as she realized exactly where the towel had come from, and before she could stop herself, her eyes traveled downward.
Hot damn.
Flustered, she tried to look away from the sight of her partner beating out the flames in his altogether, but her eyes seemed to have a boomerang effect on his body.
!!!!
Gorgeous naked Clark!
Flustered, he hopped about as he stumbled out several apologies and exclamations of disbelief before he all but hopped back towards his bedroom.
*giggles* poor baby *laugh*
“Gee, I didn’t think I looked that funny.” The sulky exclamation she heard from the bedroom did nothing to ebb away her laughing fit. It only served to add fuel and feed her humor until she was practically howling.
Mm... She's laughing with you Clark, not at you.
“I only offered her some Pop-Tarts!”
Clark’s face was instantly red as he stammered about needing to get something from the supply closet. He was gone in a flash, leaving an even more confused cub reporter in his wake.
And the perfect punchline.
Sigh, I absolutely loved this story. Though you might want to edit it so it has a blue arrow next to the post. I nearly missed it. This story had me in fits of laughter though. It was just so sweet (them falling asleep together) and hilarious (the entire rest of the story). Wonderful, wonderful job,
--Laura.
