Hi Susan!
Yes, the places Superman flies over. Mostly. Except during Tornado season.
South Dakota had Mount Rushmore, she knew that much. North Dakota had…frigid temperatures? Nebraska had corn. And Kansas had Clark Kent.
Cute one!
and hundreds of people willing to dedicate an entire weekend to ritual crop worship.
To be fair, they only have one movie theater. Three towns over.
Lois was the inflexible one, the one who was recognizably out of place in the slower, quieter pace of his small town. She lacked his skill at shifting gears.
Well, Martha did offer Lois a chance to improve her flexibility and have Clark help her shift gears. Lois was the one who declined the offer.
It would take a non-stop day of driving to reach Smallville, assuming Clark didn’t choose to fly to Wichita instead,
So, it really *does* only take a 1 minute flight, then?
and it would take him some time to pack all of his belongings.
8.5 minutes. 20, if the box tape keeps ripping.
A job opportunity at the Smallville Gazette shouldn’t be worth more than the pain of walking away from a best friend.
Well, the friend’s trying to pouch his woman, so…
Lois let her head fall onto her desk and felt a fat tear fall from her eye and pool onto the wood surface. She did care, she finally admitted to herself.
Damn it, she cared.
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Clark paused. What if he made a different choice? What if he told Lois the truth, the real reason he had to leave? What if he took a risk and revealed his secret to her?
/imagines Clark showing up at Lois’s place, telling her he has to show her something and then starting to unbutton his shirt/
Clark opened the door with a heavy heart and then gasped, because he couldn’t begin to process the flood of emotions he felt when he saw Lois Lane.
Good thing he’s promised not to float anymore.
Action was far more productive than tears, and there were specific things on her agenda for the day: reclaim her partner, redeem Superman’s reputation, and win a Pulitzer. That last one was always on her list.
His body was so close to hers; if she took one step forward, she could fold herself in his arms. The thought startled her, the fact that she was thinking about molding her body into his startled her,
Yeah, she just said, work. Pulitzer. There certainly isn’t time for…being flexible.
He was going to leave, thought Lois. He was going to take his globally acquired tchotchkes and his comfortable sofa and his masculine scented shampoo and his irritating honesty and his gorgeous brown eyes and his undeniably sexy body and his critically important friendship and pack it all up into a moving van and give it all back to Kansas. Kansas! The most blah-shaped state in the backwater of the country didn’t deserve such a priceless gift.
Jealous, huh? Good thing Lana moved away from Smallville, I guess.
And yet she was sure that if she could say the right words or deliver just the right accusatory pitch or arch a perfectly skeptical eyebrow, she could convince him to change his mind, unpack his boxes, and remain in her life.
She flattened her palms, feeling his solid physical presence before quietly saying, “Stay, for us.”
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‘us’ as in her and Superman
He whispered words she had once said to him. “There is no us. There’s only you and me.”
Oh boy. He just woke the mad dog.
“Stay, for this.” She pulled Clark fractionally towards her. He responded, bending down to meet her lips and pleasure spiraled through her body as she became consumed by their kiss.
Oh boy. See? Jumped. No water checking required.
She cared, damn it, but she had cared in the past, had slipped sensuously into the arms of a colleague in the past, and she had been irreparably scarred by the experience. So despite the rapturous pleasure of his embrace that called on her to indulge forever, Lois broke free from the kiss and took one step back.
Oh dear. Now he doed-her-in-the-headlights.
Lois felt her emotional walls rebuilding brick by brick, stacking up like cardboard boxes in a moving van. Resigning herself to the inevitable was the easiest thing to do, the safest thing to do, which paradoxically meant that it was the last thing Lois wanted to do, because she had come to his apartment on a mission and she really hated to lose.
Well, if she had followed through, she would have staked a claim on him. Maybe he’d even be required to remain close to be able to watch the little one from time to time. Or stay very close to do this properly.
She intertwined her fingers and softened her voice. “They should be closer.”
Yes, but if Superman where to suddenly go and destroy about 800 miles of continental US territory just to squash the continent and shrink the distance between Kansas and New Troy, he might not really rehabilitee himself in the eyes of the Metropolitan public.
Understanding flashed through her as Lois reflexively tightened her grip on his wrists.
Awwwww…
CLARK: /oh boy, and now she goes ‘mine mine mine!’/
His eyes danced away as he said, “I like you.”
She mocked him with a deadpanned voice. “I like my goldfish.”
Clark rolled his eyes. “I really like you.”
“I really like chocolate.” Lois gave him a challenging look.
/waits for him to say ‘I love you’./ Lois could respond with ‘I love Superman’.
Clark cocked his head slightly and asked with a hint of amusement, “And what happens tonight if we still haven’t solved the mystery?”
Huh, looks like he propositioned her.
Lois took a step back and pointedly looked him up and down.
And she’s considering it.
She lengthened her spine, placed her hands on her hips, and drew in a breath, deliberately expanding her chest.
A lot.
She smoldered her eyes and coyly teased, “I’ll convince you to stay.”
Clark whistled softly. “Lord, help me!”
Her eyes widened dramatically as she said with a gasp, “The suit does come off!”
She’s cute!
“Oh, god,” she moaned. “You are the cause of all this heat.”
Oh, and do you maybe want to set the ‘are’ to italics?
As he set her back down, Lois said, “I think I’d enjoy that, so long as the first thing I see is how fast you can unpack those boxes.”
Always focusing on the important stuff.
LOIS: What? Can’t I be nesting, too?
What a waff-fest!
Michael
It was nice to get away from all of the technical writing I've been doing at work and do some creative writing again. I hope you enjoy the story. 
So Lois! 
Wonderful job!
I'm happy that my WAFFY little story made you all smile. There's far too much toxicity in the world today - it was nice to spend some time back in a world that's just full of love. 
