“You do that, Lane.” Sarah grinned impishly, blonde eyebrows jigging. “’Cause if you don’t want him ...”
Lois couldn’t help but smile, sure she could trust Sarah implicitly and savouring that certainty. “Keep yer mitts off him, Crawf,” she warned, failing completely to inject any venom into her tone.
Sarah raised her hands in retreat and, with a breezy grin, poured the last of the wine into their glasses.
What a great start
His folded arms remained between them like a barricade. Lois leant the top of her head against his chin. The obstruction didn’t budge. She registered his lack of response and began to back away, flustered.
With a blur of movement, his arms encircled her, pressing her into his chest. He held her there for one breath, then released her and backed away, out of her reach. “Thank you,” he said formally. He turned and was gone.
Awwwww
He *knew* he shouldn’t. *Knew* that on every level, this was stolen pleasure, but he leant forward and kissed her mouth.
She responded instantly, her hands plying his neck, her lips soft and sweet on his.
He tried to imprint the very feel of her in his memory. Imprint it so permanently, so comprehensively, he would be able to recall it at will.
He *knew* he should pull away. But he couldn’t. Not yet.
So he kissed her. Kissed her so extravagantly, he was able to dismiss from his mind that which was to come.
When she finally backed away, he mourned.
Awwww and great parallel to the Superman hug
“I’m Superman, Lois. I left you because there was a fire in an orphanage in Honduras and I was the only one who could save those children.”
So, that's the cliffhanger you where talking about. Good thing you didn't stop there
