“You knew this had happened when you came to pick me up last night.” It was a statement, not a question, but he answered it anyway.
“Yes.”
Lois hit him three times on the bicep with the paper. Granted, it wasn’t as hard as she wanted to hit him for lying to her, but it helped diffuse her anger. “Did you ever suspect that I would want to know about this?”
Umm... No?
“I…” Clark looked at the rolled-up newspaper. “Lois, that’s the store’s paper, not yours.”
Now, what kind of defense is *that*?
Clark smiled sheepishly again. “I forgot the question.”
Well, it's better than the politician's 'I don't remember, Your Honor'.
“Were you going to tell me about this?” she asked. Her terse voice was below a holler, but barely.
“I told you I had something to tell you…”
Why do I get the feeling she's not thinking about his gravitational disability...?
“Last night? Why didn’t you tell me about this last night?” She was screaming at him now.
“Truthfully…” he began.
“That would be a nice change,” she rebuked.
“Lois, I have…”
... no idea how to tell the truth, even if it hit me right between the eyes.
“Clark, don’t even try to go there. By not telling me about this you lied to me.”
Oops..? And can I please talk to legal council about this?
“And yet you did, Clark. You lied by omission.”
Which also means he's lied about his sexual urges. His needs for Lois. His Lois-issues. His... Hmm... yes, Lois should be really mad at him right about now.
“I didn’t mean to deceive you, Lois. When I saw you last night it knocked all other thoughts out of my head. All I could only think of was you,” he murmured.
What a weak excuse!
Shouldn't Inner Lois be easier to distract and flatter?
“That offer I made upstairs to get together later…”
Clark gulped.
“Off the table. Gone. Goodbye.” Lois turned back to the newspapers and started to pick them up off the floor.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in. What are you doing here, Tiny Town?”
Linda?
“I can just picture you back home with your farmer husband and your three kids.
Actually, he's royalty. And *married*!
Although that would mean the Ice Queen opening her legs willingly to a man more than once and for some reason I can’t picture that happening.
He's really good at it? And impervious to frostbite?
Whom did she 'kill'?
That means you haven’t found a man who can accept you, ice-cubes and all
Umm...
“Not that it is any of your business, Linda, but I happen to have a perfectly wonderful boyfriend,” Lois snarled.
Even if he's a lying piece of pocket lint.
“He doesn’t mind a cold fish for a bed partner?”
Heat vision. Can fry any fish, steak, or snippy slut in a matter of seconds.
“Lois? A cold fish?” Jimmy laughed harder. “Ms. King, I think your sources have been pulling your chain. The Lois I know can set fire with her…”
“Clark. My boyfriend’s name is Clark.”
Now, that's ambiguous. Also, I sort of wondered if she might misspeak and say 'Superman'.
Clark is Superman? Your Clark? An alien from the planet Krypton whose globe you have sitting on your bookcase? This is the man Tempus didn’t want you to marry? Your truelove? Clark?
Ooops?
“You’re…? You’re…? You’re…? Super… Super… Superman?”
Oops.
Her tongue for some reason picked this moment to stop working.
And wipe away the drool, you've already seen him in less clothes.
No big surprise there, Linda. Isn’t that how you get all of your stories?
DC got me on that one
“You introduced us.” But she couldn’t. She wasn’t yet ready to verbalize this new truth in her life.
Also, *baaaad* idea, saying it out loud.
No, what he had said was ‘Do you really believe some mysterious hero saved you, flew you back to your apartment, placed you on the bed to sleep and then left?’
And here Lois had already forgiven him that transgression.
Not anymore, Buster!
Oh boy.
If Clark thought she had been angry this morning? Ha! He hadn’t yet seen the depths of her fury. If he thought that lack of disclosure was even in the same league with this new discovery of his deceit…! Lois shook her head and took another sip of water.
Not noticing it immediately (-trend-)
turned to steam when it touched her tongue.
They are both wholesome and delicious?
And he had made out with you!
She couldn’t, wouldn’t let her mind take her there.
Already there, babe. And you know you can’t stop me, don’t you?
Baaaaad Inner Lois. Hope she's carding Outer Lois before letting her watch.
“Lois, are you sure you’re all right? You seem a bit spacey,” Jimmy asked her.
Right. Jimmy. Car. Keep brain here.
/Lost brain. Will pay finder's fee. Or for a new brain with better manners./
Clark’s hands had trailed down your body as his lips had followed…
Did I already mention 'Baaaad Inner Lois'?
I need to stay out of my mind,” she stammered.
Fun! (yes, I'm out again)
“They’re always feeding me. Do I look starving or something?” She said this with a full mouth.
Yes?
“You wouldn’t, perchance, have a younger sister?” he asked, cautiously.
Lois nodded. “Yes. Lucy. She’s the wild child.”
/cocks eyebrow/
“Oh, I’ve got to meet her.”
“I don’t know, Jimmy. I’d need a full medical write-up and a list of all your sexual partners.”
He nodded like she was serious. “OK.”
*g*
And for that I’ll introduce you, should she come to town and…” Lois opened the car door. “… keep herself out of jail.”
Jimmy’s eyes bugged.
“Oh, Jimmy,” Lois chortled, stepping out of the car. “You’re too easy.”
It did sound serious. /imagines Lucy Lane being a frequent resident of Sheriff Harris's jail cell. Dipping cows. Speed racing. Public indecency behind the Diary Freeze. Circular vandalism of corn fields...
Without opening her eyes, she replied, “Aren’t they missing you at the press conference, Superman?”
Now, Is she angry or calm? Or calm before the storm? Can't wait to find out. Okay, now I don't have to wait anymore, but that's just since I got sidetracked with before writing this up...
Michael
