Lois sat up with him, the intense honesty she saw in his gaze both thrilling and humbling. This amazing man, this man she could no longer picture her life without … seemed to be telling her he felt the same way about her. “Oh, Clark …”
He looked breathless and enchanted as she leaned into him, inviting his kiss. “Oh … Kimberly!”
Kimberly. Hmmmm....Kimberly. Kimberly??? Yeah...what??? You threw me off a little here. After reading last night, still this morning, trying to figure out who 'Kimberly' is. Like what was mentioned, I can see it being a farm animal type of interuption. Cow get out? Horse? Pig? (But then again, I'm not even sure if the Kent's raise livestock. I always pictured them farming fields of corn/beans--but never really went farther than that in my mind
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But regardless...they are just loving their time together, and in each part seem to be drawing closer and closer to that kiss we are all waiting for
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“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight; we’re happy tonight. Walking in a winter wonderland.”
I really enjoyed the song dispersed throughout the first part of the story. Infusing the title of your story like you did. It added a nice, cozy feel...Clark waking to the sound of Lois happily singing a Christmas carol. Him loving hearing her. Great details
It wasn’t that hard to figure out why. In the year and a half since he’d met Lois, he’d become used to wanting to be wherever she was. For most of his life, home had been a house in Smallville, and more recently, an apartment in Metropolis. But there was no longer any point in denying it – home for him was now always going to be wherever Lois Lane was at the moment. He only hoped that he’d be able to tell her that someday.
Awww. Seriously, this gave me a big dopey grin all over my face--that lasted till the end of the story. It's so sweet. Wonderfully written. I just love how much and how hard Clark falls for her...and how he knows how 'connected' they really are.
Oh, I will,” Lois laughed as she pulled from Martha’s arms and spun over to Clark’s chair. She patted his cheeks playfully with her mitten-covered hands. “See, told you I’d be plenty warm,” she teased. “Let me get ready and I’ll meet you outside.” And with that, she picked up her gift box and scampered out of the room.
Clark laughed as he watched her head up the stairs, then set about clearing the table. “That was really nice of you, Mom. I didn’t know you were making her something.”
So sweet of Martha. I really want to learn how to knit--what a great present to give someone. I think Lois was really touched, and I think it thrilled Clark that his mother had put all the thought, all the effort, into a gift for the woman he loves
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Martha’s eyes were twinkling at him as he shrugged into his coat and pulled on his boots. “You two seem to be getting along well. Are you glad you invited her?”
Clark didn’t even try to keep the smile off his face as he thought about their time together so far, and he shot his mother a wink as he headed out the back door. “That, Mom, is a gigantic understatement.”
I LOVED this part. Clark's reply back to his mom had so much personality. It was just perfectly placed!
Clark chuckled as the snow hit the back of his jacket and gave her a calculating look, but the next shovel of snow landed on top of the growing pile off to the side, exactly where it belonged. As did the next two after that.
Watching him speculatively, Lois formed another snowball and tossed it at him, this time hitting him in the arm. She could see him fighting a smile, but he continued to ignore her, seemingly intent on shoveling the remainder of the path.
“Not a snowball fight fan, huh?” she finally asked, keeping her eye on him in case of any sneak attacks.
“Oh, it just wouldn’t be a fair fight,” he replied breezily. “It’s like throwing a water balloon at the person holding the hose. I’d never take advantage of you like that.”
This was so fun. And another great comment by Clark here at the end. Had me
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“Yeah,” she said softly. “I am. I guess I found my own Christmas, after all … I just needed to find the right person to share it with.”
“Oh, Lois,” he breathed, looking into her eyes.
She fought to keep her mouth from twitching as she turned away from him. “Yeah, Martha’s been great … she said I can come back whenever I want. Turns out your parents don’t really care whether you visit, but they really want me—” Her words ended in a gleeful shriek as Clark grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around.
Love how you combined some lovely WAFF with some hillarious teasing here. Lois has such a great comeback!
After a long moment, Clark turned his head to look at her. “You’re my person, you know,” he said quietly.
Still on her back, she turned her head towards him. “Your person?”
“The one who made this Christmas special. The one … I wanted to share it with.”
The quiet assurance in his voice took her breath away. “Wow,” she whispered.
He sat up and moved closer, kneeling in the snow beside her. “It’s OK … you don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know."
The wordage 'You're my person..' 'You're person?'. I really enjoyed how you put this. It was such a creative way for him to start to tell her how she is 'the one'. And she totally gets what he means. I really adore this moment between them, out there in the snow, the day after spending Christmas together.
And then 'Kimberly' had to show up (LOL--whoever Kimberly is...?
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Can't wait for more!
Laura
Did Clark get amnesia again? Something's not right here. I think Lois needs to hit him over the head with a green encrusted snow shovel!
Lois' middle name is Joanne. Maybe there is a cow wandering around the field and needs a little assistance? On to the next part! 