Lois leant her head into his touch and smiled. "I know that," she said. She lifted her coat from the hook, and Clark reached to take it from her. His hand brushed across hers, and he noticed her engagement ring.
"You're wearing it."
"Of course I'm wearing it."
So matter-of-factly. And at the same time it's also 'just' part of the disguise as Ultra Woman.
She stretched up and draped her arms around his neck. He dropped her coat and enclosed her in the circle of his arms. He eased her closer and was instantly aware that - as any sort of practical barrier - the spandex failed dismally.
He tensed, torn between two equally dangerous choices. If he backed away, he risked Lois misinterpreting his actions. If he didn't ...
Martha would have to make new suits since the old ones had been shredded?
Clark reigned in the impulse to smile at the sudden American accent coming from his favourite Aussie. "This way," he said.
I don't know, it just is the cutest picture
Remembering his experiences with Australian coffee, Clark ordered a weak cappuccino for Lois and a latte for himself. "Do you want something with chocolate?" he asked Lois. "They have brownies."
"OK, thanks."
The waiter wrote down their order and slipped away.
"*Weak* coffee for me?" she said with a smile. "I'm the one who should be asleep."
He smiled. *That* request was ridiculously easy. "How long do you need to get changed?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"OK. I'll knock before coming in."
She does realize that he could get her out of the suit much faster, doesn't she? True, getting her into her Lois-clothes might take a few hours. Or two weeks, give or take. But still, he could get her out much faster. Just a thought...
Her hand caressed his face. "OK," she said decisively. "Let's go right back to the start and set these things in concrete. Firstly ... about the wedding. Yes? Or no? We get one vote each. Majority rules. What's your vote?"
Clark smiled. "What happens if it's a tie?" he asked.
Lois swatted his chest. "Don't complicate things," she said. "Yes? Or no?"
"Two weeks," she said. "And then no more swimming in the Arctic. I promise."
Unless he does some big no-no and it's back to floating in the living room and swimming in the Arctic for him
The usual stuff applies. Looking forward to EOD.
Michael
