Ooooooh!
“So, there I was wavering between hesitation and temptation to make a run from second to third base,” Clark went on.
Naughty writer!
LOIS:
“By the time I made up my mind, the game was called due to a sudden shower. I swear I was this close to making a run for it, too.”
LOIS:
Jimbo stiffened. “Hi, Lois,” his said, his voice raising an octave as he backed towards his desk. “I better get…” He ran off.
Very naughty writer!
“The Daily Planet staff’s game against the Planet’s Little League team this past summer, minha,” he replied
/scratches head/ I only know about baseball/softball what you get from TV shows, but isn’t little league for kids?
“Right. Baseball. Of course. What else could you possibly have been discussing?” Lois said dryly.
Well…obviously the base jumping Clark did earlier this morning under her tutelage.
Clark stood up erect. “The Kyle Griffin hearing?” he said hesitantly.
Is it possible that he’s actually this dense or is he hoping that Lois will just how much she misjudged the situation and just switch subjects without losing face. Could he really be this much of a diplomat?
CANON CLARK: I was asked to negotiate a peace treaty between mortal enemies. And it only fell apart after they caught Superman doing the dirty with the wife of his best friend.
“What else happened this morning that you think I’d discuss with Jimmy?” he asked.
He’s a dude. Jimmy’s a dude. What does he think she’s thinking?
Clark lowered his voice just as much as she had raised hers. “Nothing happened this morning, Lois.”
That might have been unwise.
“Nothing? You call that nothing?” she was practically yelling now.
He’s a guy. She wasn’t naked?
Clark’s brow softened from confusion to wary understanding. “I would never talk about us to Jimmy,” he reassured her.
He really *is* this dense. Oh boy. Lois is going to have to *work* in this marriage. Plus, thanks to her genes, at least the little ones won’t be just jumping around the room like a Roomba on 400V.
“The baseball game…” He sighed and pulled her into his embrace before whispering in her ear, “Lois, we didn’t get to second base this morning.”
He’s not familiar with bases from back home, is he? What was it they where using?
“Because I’m not a clueless idiot,” he replied.
JURY:
“And you think I am?” she scoffed, starting to tick off her fingers. “First base is French kissing. Second base is touching chests. Third base is…” She waved her hand. “Below the belt. And home run is…”
“First of all, I’d never refer to our relationship in baseball terms.
But it’s such an established tradition!
Secondly, that’s not second base.”
Her brow furrowed. “It’s not?”
It’s not?
He shrugged. “Not above clothing, and touching my bare chest doesn’t count as second base.”
He *is* a stickler for details!
There, he whispered another definition of second base.
Lois swallowed, heat rising to her cheeks. “Oh.” She lowered her face away from his. “Really?” She practically panted the word.
You really are enjoying the medium, aren’t you?
He shrugged again as if he didn’t know it from personal experience. “That’s what I’ve heard.”
“Isn’t that third?” she replied.
Now, Clark appeared apprehensive and unsure. “It’s that and… um… more.” He gave her a knowing look. “But not home run more.”
“Oh,” Lois murmured, burying her face in the nape of his neck. A giggle rose out of her chest. “Well, aren’t we pathetically ignorant?”
Either that or he’s trying to push the boundaries before the homerun so they can better progress, given how completive she is at sports.
She could feel Clark’s smile against her cheek. “I’m okay with that, minha. As long as we’re ignorant about this together.”
They’ll never get preggers that way…OTOH, didn’t the kids from The Blue Lagoon manage a baby on their own, too?
The door from Perry’s office slammed open. “What is this? Behind the bleachers at the big game?” their boss yelled, pointing back to the bullpen. “News! Now!”
No wonder Lois doesn’t like baseball metaphors. It’s Claude, all over again.
Lois ran the point of her index fingernail down Clark’s chest. “So, slugger, shall we round second tonight?
Lois heard Clark exhale in relief behind her. She grinned.
They’d get there soon enough.
Right. Probably when he has to sacrifice a born-again virgin to keep Lois from losing her mind.
“But at least I didn’t dump her for a wrongly convicted, yet fully pardoned criminal.”
No, but it’s what she did to Clark.
PRESIDENTIAL CLONE: Working on it!
Clark brushed her thumb with his. “You’re not a criminal, Lois. You were trying to save an innocent man from going to jail. Your intentions were honorable.”
Says the vigilante.
“He expected his slimy lawyer to get me off.
Really? I would have thought that would be a fireable offense?
I believe it simpler than that.
“it’s” ?
Clark’s jaw dropped open. “He had the governor pardon you because he wanted to take you to dinner?”
LEX: Why does he say it like it’s unreasonable?
Lois shrugged. “Lex doesn’t like being inconvenienced or told that he can’t do something.”
And yet, he still liked Lois, despite her inconveniencing him by telling him he can’t do her before the wedding.
It certainly would have put a crimp in his lifestyle as well. Taking Lois out to dinner in Hong Kong or to Mexico for a day in the sun would have been out of the question.
It would? I mean, it’s not like she’d be taking her passport, leave or enter the country at customs, etc.
He needed to change the subject. “Phil called. He and Cat are now the proud parents of a healthy baby boy. Clark Joseph.”
Awww…He’s named after his father!
“I heard a couple of new mothers, once, complaining about people dropping by unannounced.
Channeling, aren’t we?
Clark didn’t know if Lois being overly considerate of Cat and Phil’s feelings or whether she was afraid he would volunteer them to babysit the baby.
She was quiet for a minute before saying, “Clark, you’ve told me numerous times that I wasn’t your first.”
*Numerous* times? Really? He thought emphasizing his previous conquests would be a wise thing to do?
He started to lift up his finger to contradict her wording. He was one-hundred percent certain that those words had never in his entire life come out of his mouth.
Too much of a survivalist?
“It was a good thing, too, because he dumped me for Linda because she put out.”
To be fair, he was a hotshot college boy with an attorney as his father/uncle.
Okay. He might have deserved that response. He was beginning to wonder why Lois wasn’t the one asking them to wait until marriage. Not only had she dated some very untrustworthy men, but her father had cheated on her mother as well.
And yet he’s wondering why she’s not adamant about waiting for marriage.
“Rachel?” she asked, stiffening. “Her name was Rachel?”
Love the emphasis. In German pronunciation, it’s even funnier because the ‘el’ is much more pronounced. Anyhow…
LOIS: “Rach-El? Her name was Rach-El? You lost your virginity to your *sister*?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. Lois recognized the name.
Duh!
“You know, I won’t hold you to that,” he murmured between kisses. “I’ll understand if you change your mind, someday, and feel the need to leave.”
“Thanks,” she said flatly, stopping her kisses and curling back against his chest.
He’s really good at making women want to leave him, huh?
Okay, Clark had to admit a part of him was ready to be furious with Herb if it turned out he had led Clark astray.
A very small part?
CLARK: Not *that* small a part.
LOIS:
Dear God, was he as bad as Claude?
Well…unlike Claude, he never even acted like something that even happened, so, I’m guessing that must be way worse.
Lois tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She just couldn’t get it out of her head that Clark had been married before. Rach and Kal-El. She wasn’t sure how marriage worked on Krypton, but it seemed slightly different than it was here.
Oh. *That’s* what she thought!
Moreover, she had left him, just as his fiancée had. What was wrong with Kryptonian women?
It’s why the men of Kryptonian society invented the golden leash!
Lois guessed that making love next to an open flame must have been part of the Kryptonian marriage ceremony.
On the other hand, Clark had said it was a planned departure. That didn’t sound like a rescue. Nor would he take time away from saving someone to get married and to consummate his marriage. No, that didn’t make sense.
Maybe he got married several hours before the asteroid was bound to strike the other side of Krypton and there wasn’t anything left to do before the impact?
Had Rach-El died while Clark had been away on his journey? Was that why he didn’t hold her in contempt for leaving him? Did he blame himself for her death?
Maybe it was in childbirth?
Had that contributed to why he had been engaged for so long without getting married to that other woman? Was he afraid that she would’ve died if they had married?
Maybe it’s Kryptonian custom for the wife not to survive the wedding night?
I know, it sounds grisly, but it would make perfect sense in the scenario. It’s just like with the praying mantis!
Comma?
even if you choose not to marry him and bear his sons,” announced the silver-haired elder.
Even in her dreams she’s still asserting her independence. But it *is* fun that she chose quite the public setting for their consummation. She’s a bit of an exhibitionist, that one, isn’t she?
Lois awoke with a gasp, panting for breath, almost as if her heart had been ripped out of her chest. She kicked off her covers, wishing she hadn’t switched to her winter pajamas, and reached over to pick up the phone next to her bed, dialing the number she had memorized.
Hmm…hot and bothered. Or thinking she had a telepathic vision?
Michael