Their moment of peace was interrupted by the chiming of Lois’ kitchen clock. It struck three and she grinned up at him mischievously.

“Cla-ark…”

“Lo-is…”

“It just turned midnight on the west coast. They’re ringing in the New Year.” She rose on her tiptoes, bringing herself eye to eye with him.

“Yeah, so…?” His eyes sparkled and he brought his lips only inches from hers.

“You know what’s customary when ringing in the New Year?” she breathed.

“Mayyy-be,” he stalled playfully.

“Damnit, Clark, just kiss me.”

And he did.