She turned her head to look in his eyes. Her smile broadened. Her tongue flickered across her lips and Clark’s breath caught as she inched forward. It was as if a sudden jolt of electricity hit him. His mouth ran dry as she moved even closer until there was no mistaking her intentions. He leaned in to go the rest of the way, capturing her lips in the first kiss that belonged to him. It wasn’t a ruse. It wasn’t a kiss that he had stolen from her as Superman. It was real and wonderful and breathtaking. His world narrowed to the silky softness of her velvet lips a he gently explored them.
They were both breathless as they parted. Lois rested her head against his shoulder and they resumed their dance.
Lois chuckled softly. “You know – for a federal disaster – this isn’t so bad after all.”
Oooh! Now that's how to describe a kiss! I loved how they resumed dancing! I was hoping that Clark would take flight, but that would be for another time. (Sigh!) Lois was right, as a federal disaster that wasn't bad!
Thanks so much for presenting this fic to us. What a lovely, sweet gift. Hopefully there will be more.
You certainly didn’t play me for a fool. I know a great story when I read one!
