So, winter is coming, then?
The remainder of the summer passed by too quickly for Kal's liking.
Some days, they strolled in the gardens, hand in hand. Other days, they mounted their horses and took off beyond the walls of the palace, tearing across the countryside, racing each other across vast, grassy fields. And still other days, they wandered the streets of the city with Zara, Ching, and Jai.
I’m missing the skinny dipping. Okay, maybe fall’s tad to nippy for that. But a forest clearing and a blanket?
Lois even found herself overlooking the fact that Jai took full use of the palace concubines.
In one thing only did they hesitate. They had not yet consummated their marriage.
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Though they both wanted to, they each also felt that they were still learning about the other.
So, first month = first base. Second month = second base. Third month= third base. And now we’re in month #4?
It left them both sometimes very frustrated. Kal had spent many a night awake in their bed, yearning to be one with his wife.
Poor Lois. Jai was right.
But still, they were mostly content to explore their relationship at a pace that made them both feel comfortable.
Well, I’m sure ‘comfortable’ is a flexible term.
Neither one wanted to risk the progress that they had made by rushing into things.
One year later: “Wait, you’ve been waiting for me?” “And you waited for me?”
Just like Dune (1984)! Hope their little one won’t get killed by Nor’s troops.
"Do we really have to go?" Lois asked, her voice more a sigh than anything.
Yes Lois. And you knew about this beforehand. That’s what you get for waiting.
Kal dressed in his dueling clothes - a pair of fine black pants and a matching short sleeved shirt. Upon the breast of the shirt was the El family crest, wrought in silver thread, large and imposing across the muscled hardness of his chest.
So, combo of Clark’s skin-tight T’s and his Kryptonian uniform pants?
Upon the breast of the shirt was the El family crest, wrought in silver thread, large and imposing across the muscled hardness of his chest.
So, will there be a parade of family crests? The crowned stag. The three dogs on a yellow field. A green apple. A rose. A red apple. Hey, what’s that black suit with the black crest doing here?
Oh, look, a flaming heart…
Both garments had built-in padding to protect his body - a light, thin, flexible layer of effective armor that Lois' own father had developed some thirty years prior.
/waits for masses to cry out in uproar for the lack of splintered bones and open fractures/
"Imagine the scandal if people realize!" Lois teased him in mock horror.
“Kryptonian prince under wife’s spell six months after wedding! – Professional Caretaker Union considers measures.”
Michael
After all, I don't see Joffery around... 
And it's not the first time this paring happened on these boards, either!
Speed up in posting schedule!