Hi Mary!
/goes backtracking/
Ooooooh!
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Lois strolled casually up to the bar, not even sparing more than a disinterested glance at him as she set down the tray of empties.
Is that a prequel? But no, you said sequel.
He was starting to think she hadn't recognized him, when she suddenly said,
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It’s Crush!
Her eyes met his, a mischievous spark dancing in them. “Oh, it's not for me.” She lowered her voice. “Drink up.”
What did he do to her?
Her smile was brief. “You know, it's a little less fun when I know that y—*some people* can swallow bombs.”
She already knows?
“If it makes you feel any better,” he said after a moment of fruitlessly trying to scrape his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “*some people* have a lot more sensitive taste-buds than most humans would.”
So, what does ‘bomb’ taste like?
CLARK: Chicken roadkill.
The smile returned in full force, and he could hear her breathing turn slightly ragged.
So, she’s thinking about other things he gets to taste, huh?
“Kent!” she hissed, kicking her legs as he lugged her towards the dumpsters. “Have you lost your mind?! This is...insubordination!”
No, actually, they call it an insurrection or a revolt when the slaves turn on their mistresses.
She froze when he reached the dumpster. “...No! Stop! RED LIGHT!”
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He winced even as he dropped her in. Yes, he was definitely going to pay. But then, maybe being punished would be kind of fun? Lois could be so creative when she was angry, after all...
Headline: Dominating Superman!
...and froze when he saw her standing in front of the machine, smiling pleasantly at him.
“Oh, hi, Clark!” she said, her voice sweet and cheerful.
Oh,n o! She hit her head.
She nodded toward the steaming cup in her hand. “I was just getting myself a coffee. Want some?”
/squints/ She probably remembers his taste bud remark, huh? Was it made from the bathtub water from when she got herself cleaned up after her dumpster dive?
She sipped her coffee, her expression the picture of serenity. “Would you like me to run out and get you something else, Clark? The bakery isn't too far.”
Okay, he’s probably in really deep trouble.
He stared at her for several seconds, then ran to his desk.
/squints/
“You're welcome.” She favored him with another sunny smile that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Did you want to look mine over, when you're done? You don't have to if you don't want to, but I value your opinion.”
Clark thought he might pass out.
So, she’s withholding sex, huh?
He broke into a cold sweat. “M-Miss Lane...please...”
She brought her lips close to his ear. “Oh, please, just call me Lois.”
At that point, his heart stopped.
He wasn’t allowed to call his Mistress ‘Lois’ yet? Oh boy.
His hands were shaking when he knocked on her door. Thankfully, she answered it fairly quickly. He immediately stumbled inside and dropped to his knees in front of her. “Please can we go back to normal?!” he begged.
Yep, she’s withholding sex.
“Quiet!” she snapped. “Get up.”
Ooooh!
“Now, then...” She snapped her fingers. “Make me a cup of coffee. Use orange juice instead of sweetener. Oh, and add some salt and pepper, and just a little mustard.”
So, drink for him?
She shook her head. “We're not at work right now, Clark; it's 'Mistress' here.” A grin spread across her face. “And the coffee isn't for me.”
She got him whipped, huh?
Of course, now I wonder how Lex Luthor will fare with Mistress Lane.
Michael
