It wasn’t until they were settled in the cab, careening through the streets of Metropolis in true downtown-cabbie-style that she realized neither she nor Clark had felt uncomfortable with those few minutes of physical closeness as they’d exited the police station.
They must be getting the hang of this whole sibling thing.
How sweet that their sheer well-being when they are around one another overcomes their fear of incest and makes them happy enough to settle for brotherly and sisterly love, if nothing else it possible.
... but it sure
IS!!!! “I am Jor-El, of the House of El,” the man said, and his voice acquired a more formal tone. “You, my son, are Kal-El, son of Jor-El, prince of the House of El.”
“You, my daughter, are Zara Than-Ar, daughter of Than-Ar and princess of the House of Ar.
They are not brother and sister!!! I
knew it! (Okay, everybody knew it. Turning Lois and Clark into brother and sister must surely be against the basic rules of LNC-ficdom!)
And Lois is a princess, too! She really
is Princess Elizabeth! (Okay, she's Princess Zara... well, I much prefer Princess Elizabeth.)
You, my daughter, were given in betrothal to Kal-El upon your birth. Accordingly, you became my daughter, and the right to wear the crest and the colors of the House of El were bestowed upon you. The great sculptor Jhan-Ar himself, brother to your father, gifted you with marriage bracelets of unparalleled craftsmanship; incorporating the seal of the House of El and the seal of the House of Ar within the Unending Circle.”
So Lois and Clark were really given to one another in birth marriage. Well, I'm no fan of birth marriages, but in their case I'll make an exception. And Jor-El called Lois his daughter precisely because she is his daughter-in-law. And those interlocking bracelets were really a kind of marriage symbols.
Then Lois drew in a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and shifted to look up into his face. “Oh! Clark - did you hear? We’re… he said we’re *not*… You’re *not* my brother! We’re… It’s –“
Whatever she’d intended to say was cut off when he rose abruptly, took the globe from her and dropped it on the couch, and pulled her to her feet. “I heard.” His voice was low and rough, sending shivers over her scalp and down her spine. “And I don’t want to talk right now.” He drew her into his arms as he spoke, cupping the back of her head with one hand, fingers tunneling into her hair. His voice was almost a whisper as he finished, “I just want to...”
His lips came down on hers. Tenderly, softly – but this was no fleeting brushing of mouths. And everything she’d ever read or heard about it paled in comparison to the real thing.
And this is simply lovely.
Okay, what now, though? Has Lex Luthor really been defeated? And regardless of whether he has or not, how long will it be before Lois and Clark can get married?
Looking forward to more of this, Janet!
Ann
Loved the WAFFY! 
