As they hovered in the clouds over Kansas City, waiting for the darkest moment of dusk before they landed, Lois gasped, piping up, “We should’ve flown!”
Huh? So she and Clark could…in the air plane toilet stall?
mostly because she hated to be corrected. “Uh… Lois?”
Or, she could have been switched out and the clone isn’t yet fully aware of the concept of self-powered flight.
“What if someone is following us?”
Like Resplendent Man?
Lois gave him a sour look. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, if anyone ever checked the flight logs to see which flight we took to Kansas…”
Ah… ‘Superman took us’?
“As far as Luthor knows, we’re curled up on my sofa watching a movie,” Clark said as he landed in dark area of the airport’s parking garage.
And what if an armed mob storms his apartment and burns it to the ground?
Lois lifted her chin. “It could happen. I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
Just like Clark does with his attempts at abstinence.
Lois blinked her eyelashes innocently at him all the while grinning enormously. “I have no idea to what you could be referring, Mr. Kent.”
She’s adorable when she’s trying to be cute. Like a big, fuzzy grizzly bear.
She frowned in that manner she did when logic ruled against her. “I guess that makes sense… Oh, shoot!” Her face screwed up in a grimace and she slammed her fist into her palm.
“What?” he asked, and then added, “Did you forget that black teddy?” He grinned at that thought.
Ooooh! Like on the show before they left for Hawaii?
“Don’t be ridiculous, Chuck!” Lois said with a nudge. “And it isn’t black.”
Clark’s eyes widened and he stopped breathing almost as if time froze.
He had only been kidding.
Lois.
In a negligee.
The reason why he should drive with Lois next to him.
“Didn’t you say something about them getting back together?” he asked and then clarified after seeing her horrified expression, “Your mother and father?”
Lois threw her hands into the air. “See! No taste whatsoever!”
Case closed, apparently.
Thomas was going to bring his girlfriend. She was bound to notice if you didn’t have a car, but she broke up with him a couple days ago.”
Wonder who she is, since she’s noticing stuff. Did he make a Frankenrachel or a Rachelbot like on Buffy?
“No!” Lois gasped. She certainly didn’t want to talk about her and Clark’s sex life, or lack thereof, with the woman Clark called ‘Ma’. “Nothing’s changed. We’re fine!”
Like they always say – don’t mention anything and once the kids start floating around the house, just let them assume and pray for the best.
and Thomas last summer while you were… ahem… away
Doesn’t want to upset the missus and spoil Clark’s chances later that evening, huh?
Martha shook a finger at Lois. “Don’t you let him use his powers to get the upper hand with you,” she warned.
Lois grinned. He isn’t the only one who knew how to eavesdrop. “Oh, he doesn’t.”
Not if he wanted to see that nightie she brought, he wouldn’t.
Exhaling a deep breath, he knew he couldn’t dawdle any longer. Either Lois would love what he had planned or they would never speak of it again.
He going to suggest they play patty-cake?
“You poor fellow. It must be freezing outside,” Lois said, scooting over. “Why don’t you warm up next to me?”
She didn’t need to ask him twice.
“Had no idea. Thought it might be maroon, actually,” he murmured, his finger tracing the neckline.
She reached down to the hem. “I’ll just take this off then.”
Sounds reasonable.
“No!” he gasped, staying her hand. “I like the navy.”
Chicken!
Lois smiled.
Vixen! She knew he was going to stop her.
He really should have let this continue. Painted-into-a-corner Lois is fun!
What? He recovered quickly from her joke. “Don’t tempt me to test that.”
“Would you like to?” she asked.
He answered her question by placing his mouth to hers.
“Clark?” she went on as he started kissing down her neck.
“Hmmm.”
“Tell me about the woman you almost married.”
She’s sneeeeeaky!
Please throw your tomatoes at the Evil Writer here
Really? Okay…
/always happy to oblige/
Michael