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Lois has the day off, and therefore is far from the dangers of her profession.
Most adorable phrasing
I was a bit confused about whether "bug spray" meant insect repellent or insect killer. I did some research and found out it could mean both, so I kept it, since in this story it's used as insecticide.
Oh, that’s what you are planning on doing with that ominous summary quote. Lois is going to de-bug her apartment, thinking that bug-spray can be used to destroy listening devices. She opens a can of poisonous gas and almost dies as she waits for the bugs to shorten out in the cloud of noxious gas.
That Saturday was easily turning out to be one of the hardest days of Lois Lane’s life
/squints/ Did we miss their second date? And Superman’s debut?
And it was all Perry's fault, she thought bitterly. After all, if he hadn't forced her to take the day off, she would be at the Planet and none of this would be happening.
Oh, you squeezed something into the middle of Story 2.
Lois suspected the reason for this was a dip in the quality of her own work, which was highly unlikely, but possible, and it consequently made her redouble her efforts.
No, it’s got something to do with the Daily Planet’s workplace hazards insurance. It only covers a fixed number of workdays a year and Lois has been exceeding them too regularly.
According to her, that was what happened when normal people worked for several days straight without a break.
But Lois already takes regular breaks during her workdays. She often spends several hours relaxing as she’s waiting for a henchman to return and untie her or try and dispose of her in the river or some such. Nothing much you can do during that time.
Anyway, Lois had tried to argue her case using Clark, who had arrived at the Daily Planet a month ago and had been under her supervision and care ever since.
So much information. You placed the story. And you told us that Lois is opening up the Daily Planet to a lawsuit by her taking sexual advantage of a direct reportee.
LOIS: That! That’s why I told him this wouldn’t work!
The editor wouldn't hear of it, replying that Kent already knew how to get by without her, and Clark himself agreed, the traitor.
And now Clark’s out there, getting his own byline while Lois is sitting at home, not able to date or get a story. Or date and become the story. Not that that had happened more than… uh… four times in the past two years?
she really needed a deus ex machina right about now.
Given how Superman is often presented as a higher being, that’s quite funny
There was nothing she could do about her pajamas covered with little cows, but at least she took her hair down and finger combed it.
She’s most adorable. And still trying to keeping up the mystery!
Despite the shrill scream that had startled him so badly he'd left the newsroom and flown straight to her building, she seemed fine. The apartment, on the other hand…
"Go on, you've got this. I'll be right here in my corner. It was over there, by the curtain. At least the last time I saw it."
"It? What? Who?"
"The flying cockroach, Clark! Hello!"
There’s also a very … memorable scene on the dark side of the boards about Lois jumping up and down on a bed in front of Clark after finding a cockroach in their motel. I think that was in Dirty Pool...
"Clark, you did kill the cockroach, didn't you?"
"I did, Lois. Want to see?"
No, thank you!
Also: What will they say when they meet the Bug from Men in Black?
I'd been trying to catch it for half an hour."
Nothing a discreet use of x ray vision, flight, and super speed couldn't solve, Clark thought, satisfied.
He’s very handy to have around. May want to consider keeping him.
This was exactly what he'd always hoped to do with his powers: kill cockroaches for Lois Lane. He let out a short, low chuckle.
Oh dear. Now, we do not want to call Claude a cockroach. Or Kyle Griffin.
Clark, however, had learned that there were too many people in Metropolis after Lois Lane's head for him to ever let his guard down.
And that’s before you get to the bugs.
and all sorts of criminals any day of the week would be screaming like that over a bug."
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Lois rolled her eyes. "Why did you come here? Did Perry send you to get me so I could look after you?"
Someone said the Blur was spotted around here.
What did you change in the Pilot?
the Blur, who was supposedly some kind of lifesaver that moved so fast no one could see anything but... a blur. She understood his lack of interest in the rumor, since it was unfounded and utterly absurd, but his constant disappearances were really annoying.
Poor, blind reporter
"Oh, they do?" asked Lois, walking over to him. Suddenly, the idea of raising a chicken in her apartment didn't seem so absurd anymore.
Practical
She could also move into Clark’s place. It doesn’t have cockroaches.
Clark put his hand on his chest, as if wounded. "Careful, Lois. You might offend a nearly-vegetarian farmer talking like that."
He gently tapped the soft beak of the chicken against her forehead.
Adorable antics.
Clark had won it at one of those strength testers on their fourth date,
So, two weeks ago, assuming they went out every weekend?
Sometimes, Lois hugged Juvenilia when she went to sleep, but she would never, under any circumstances, tell Clark that.
Awwwwww
Of course, there was another biologically plausible reason for her response, but Lois wasn't willing to go that far in that line of investigation.
Getting sick from being exposed to noxious gases?
"You know," Clark went on, "you look adorable in those cow pajamas. Were you thinking of Smallville when you put them on?"
Lois slapped his shoulder as she walked past him. "As if, farmboy." So what if it was true? He didn't need to know that either.
It’s sweet how he’s wearing down her prickly exterior bit by bit.
"No problem." Clark rolled up his shirtsleeves, exposing his forearms to Lois's suddenly attentive gaze.
Look what she can notice when not distracted by skintight spandex.
"Perry won't be pleased if he sees you coming back all soaked, unless you have a story good enough to justify— Ah, found it! Here it is."
I’m sure there’s at least one money laundering laundromat in Metropolis, plus several Triad dry cleaners.
exposed by her spaghetti-strap pajama top. Unlike the long dark pants, the top was made of a light, thin fabric.
I did not expect this. Thought she was wearing thick flannel pajamas with long sleeves.
"I think you'd better wear it."
"Me? But you're the one who needs to get back to work. Why should I wear it?"
Because I don't know how I'll react if this thin little top of yours gets wet , he answered mentally.
Most evil. *Most* evil.
Lois, flustered and in a hurry, despite having been advised to take it slow and only fill the bucket halfway, would have indeed taken a shower if it weren't for the apron. Naturally, this left Clark torn between congratulating himself for foreseeing the disaster and hating himself for missing out on a beautiful and certainly unforgettable view.
Clark!
Thus, she suddenly found herself with a lot to process, for example, the fact that she enjoyed looking at him and that she wanted to see more of him.
She could hang the wet soapy apron for drying, carry come water and accidentally spill over both of them?
"But you're still going to have to pay."
In kind?
Lois felt like she was in a tale from One Thousand and One Nights, being coldly and cruelly manipulated into going on the next date in the hope of finally being allowed to pay.
Now that’s the ploy of an evil genius!
How could she thank him properly?
Their first kiss. Light, calm, gentle. Tentative? Maybe. Well, definitely a little hesitant. But still, it was perfect.
After six dates? And a month of shared work as investigative reporters?
"So, what movie should I take you to see tomorrow?"
Darn it. Aladdin was in 1992
She wondered if he thought she'd rushed things.
Indeed. What if his mother had warned him about them Big City Hussies giving it up left and right?
Who gives a first kiss in their pajamas? Cow pajamas, to top it off!
Well, she did offer him the cow for buying?
Lois pulled him towards her by his tie. This time the kiss was shorter, more intense.
I did not see that one coming. Would have thought she sees him fly off or something. But a second kiss? In her pajamas?
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/points at above notes/
Most adorable story that turned unexpectedly heated at the end
Michael
