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You know, it didn't really hurt too much unless he breathed.

He could manage this kind of pain, because really, he was Superman.

Tough and brawny, he shouldn't be undone by the small and fiery Lois Lane. But she really was an expert at that sort of thing. That whole dagger-to-the-heart kind of thing.

He gritted his teeth and told his heart to shut up and concentrate. As the mental torture subsided to dull throb, he finally focused his eyes on the paper in front of him.

Lois turned a couple seconds later and then, suddenly, without warning, before even Superman could erect his stone-steel-titanium-diamond defenses, she did it again.

She was reaching over to run her fingers over his cheek, but that wasn't it. That, at least he was used to. They had an oddly physical, platonic relationship. Not that he was complaining.

Okay, it felt wonderful and his mind automatically came up with and rejected about fifty thousand possible reasons why something would have possessed her to touch his face. (He had forgotten to shave? He was slowly turning an alien green? She wanted to slap him?)

Well that was it. The last straw. She had done it too many times and he simply couldn't cope with it any longer.

“Clark?”

His eyes must have taken on a maniac gleam that mirrored his lunatic thought process, because she was staring at him like he had started spouting off the Declaration of Independence in Mandarin Chinese.

“Clar- Oomf!”' Her words were quickly cut off by Clark's mouth as he grasped her shoulders and pulled her toward him. And then they were kissing, rough, hard, and fast.

Perry White and Jimmy Olsen, seated at the opposite end of the table looked up, slack jawed. The sandwich in Jimmy's listless hand dripped a steady stream of mustard down his palm, but he didn't even notice.

When Clark finally released her, Lois was torn between kicking him in the groin and telling him she'd do anything for a repeat performance. She compromised with a rough “what the hell did you do that for” which didn't actually sound quite as menacing as she had intended.

Clark shrugged, adjusting his glasses and blinking owlishly. “You did it too many times; I wasn't ready.”

“Ready? What are you talking about you green horn, spastic…” Her tirade was cut off by his hangdog look. She continued in a softer voice. “naïve, presumptuous, sweet, charming, insufferable…excuse for mankind?”

Clark grinned widely at her description of him and raised his shoulders again in a martyr's shrug.

“You smiled at me.”