Lois found herself speaking aloud before she even realized it. “Did you mean it?”
Why do I have the feeling that her famous Lane mouth is going to start trouble with this?
“I mean, seriously Clark. Why now? Not to be mean about it or anything, but... this isn’t just something you’re doing because it was your father’s dying wish or something, right?”
Salt, meet wound.
“His passing... it just knocked a bit of reality into me.”
Lois’ eyes glistened with tears. “And you’re not... what about your... Utopia?”
Ah, so that's the political motivation?
“If that’s going to ever happen, then it’s not gonna happen without you in my life. Or the kids. I,”
Darn straight, Clark!
Lois recognized the look that had entered into his eyes, the heat that made his dark chocolate gaze go molten and melted her heart in return. They were so close to each other now. Clark released one of her hands and brought his up to cup her cheek gently– a gesture accomplished a million times over in their years of being together, but to Lois it felt like a lifetime since he’d last done it. She felt her heart flutter in anticipation. He seemed to examine her face carefully, lovingly– as though looking for any trace of doubt or apprehension in her expression– before slowly inching forward. His lips were so close to hers now, tantalizing and full. He closed his eyes gently, as he went in for the final stretch.
OMG! I just adore the wording in this paragraph.
He steadily began to work on unbuttoning her blouse, not removing his mouth from hers.
Enter Jimmy Interruptus?
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, making them pause for a brief moment.
As every married woman knows - do NOT answer your phone when things are getting hot and heavy!
“Clark!” she shouted and scrambled out from under him to grab her phone before it went to voice mail.
LOIS!!
Love this chapter!
Stupid phone!!!
