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Luckily, her brain was still in control today.
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What were they talking about again?
Sex?

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“For my safety? I don’t want you protect me, Clark. I can take care of myself,” she told him proudly.
/points at bullet-hole-shaped scar on her biceps.

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“I invited myself over,” she retorted, pulling it away from him. “The least I can do is make my own bed, Clark.”
Umm…

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“Probably not,” Clark said vaguely. “But if you’re afraid someone is out to get you…”
Have Clark stay between the door and the bedroom?

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The longer she stayed in his arms, the more his lies about his past didn’t matter. There was just something about Clark that made her think he could somehow help her recover from all the pain in her life.
He went to a perfume shop the other day and got a new aftershave for use when he goes undercover at the homeless shelter?

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“Are you suggesting that we share it?” he asked, his voice deepening, while having a sharp panicked edge to it.
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She opened her mouth to protest further. He agreed?
Yeah. Didn’t she get the memo? Gentlemen prefer Blondes.

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She had to concede that point; but would he be able to sleep on the couch? How would she be able to rifle through his drawers, searching for clues, if he couldn’t sleep?
Right. Completely forgot about that angle. My bad.

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He made an odd strangled sort of noise. “Trust me, Lois, when I say clothes wouldn’t be a bother, no bother at all,” he said, and hurried into his bedroom. She followed.
hyper /recommends checking out Dandello’s The Moaning After over yonder/

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He couldn’t see her body, but it was as if he could sense her near body, almost to the point of touch anyway. His body reached towards her,
wave Michael

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