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I really need to get to the FDK-FDK-FDK sometime soon…

The phone was answered before the second ring. “Clark?” Lois inquired, even though she knew only he would answer his phone.
“Huh? Oh…Lois?” a woman’s voice answered before exploding in a fit of giggles. “Stop it, Clarkie! Don’t you see I’m on the phone?”
“Mayson…?” was the only thing Lois could whisper back into the phone before the receiver fell from her fingers.
Suddenly, Clark sounded more awake. “Is everything all right?”
No, everything’s not all right. Your girlfriend/fiancée/work wife just had a fit of horniness and needs something to take the edge off.
Psychic dream? “I hope not.” Lois smiled.
/cocks eyebrow/
“No, Clark! I don’t need you to come over.” Want, on the other hand…
Need. Want. What’s the diff?
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Funny aside, “The NeedWant” is the name of the town’s watering hole / brothel in SciFi-Channel’s Defiance.
She paused long enough for him to respond, but he said nothing. Her brow furrowed. “Clark?... Clark?... Clark!”
Had he hung up on her? Maybe he really had minded.
CLARK: One thousand polar bears and one. One thousand polar bears and two.
“Fine. Be that…” She started to say into the phone, before a sound from the living room interrupted her. “I’ve got to go. There’s someone tapping at my window.”
Really? Into the phone? Hmm…
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In case someone’s listening in!
Only one man would dare tap on her window in the middle of the night.
And he ain’t interested in taking the edge off.
Then, again, Clark had keys. Why would he come to her window?
So he wouldn’t presume?
Knife? No, she hadn’t trained in knife fighting. Defending herself from someone else trying to stab her, she could do.

Rolling pin? Great second object. Only Lois didn’t bake, so she didn’t own one.
“Be realistic, Lane,” she muttered to herself.
Maybe she should invest in a bat? I hear they make specially coated ones in Smallville, to help even with naughty farmboys who climb into Sheriff’s Daughter’s windows.
Gun? Lois didn’t have one of those either; mostly because of her leap first before testing the water level ideology.
Wouldn’t it be awkward if she accidentally shot Lex Luthor through the closed front door?
NIGEL: Very awkward, sir. And I just stepped aside after jimmying the lock for Mr. Luthor, too.
Frying pan? She shrugged. It made a better weapon than her next choice, a spatula.
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CLARK: I can’t say that I have seen Mr. Scardino. No, that scorch mark on my balcony has been there since last summer. A barbecue accident. My girlfriend can’t cook, you know?
“We must stop meeting like this, Superman, or it’ll ruin both of our reputations,” she said wryly.
Indeed A Metro Club Escort shouldn’t be seen taking walk-in customers.
Lois could see pink rising in his cheeks, but she wasn’t planning to allow him to get off so easily.
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But he wasn’t trying too! Hence the knocking instead of staying quietly outside like Ralph would do.
She put her hands on her hips, waiting to hear what part of their conversation had been a call for help.
‘I missed you’?
“— and insisting you solve the problem yourself
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or that you really needed me, but that you just couldn’t say so.”
Well, she *really* does *need* him.
Lois wasn’t sure how to react to that insulting statement.
Him calling her in-heat?
True, her dream had made her heart pound, but in a good way. “Soooo, you completely overlooked Door #3? The one where I’m just fine and about to turn off my light and go back to sleep?”
/stares at blank wall/

“Well, I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
So he did bring protection?
“Did I ask you about your pet octopus?” she asked, crossing her arms.

A completely new meaning!

“Spin-thingy?” he echoed, interrupting. He looked her in the eye with a mocking glint. “Eloquent.”
What? It’s a scientific term for what Superman does.
Dr. KLEIN: And now, would you please do you spin-thingy so I can measure the strain it takes on your clothing?
She could easily picture that. She pressed a cool hand to her neck to help alleviate the heat rising to her face. Too easily.

Well, that put a damper on any hanky-panky with Clark. George from downstairs would hear them and just knowing that was like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over her head. Was Clark doing this to her on purpose?
Don’t think so. He’s not smart enough.
CLARK: Ugh? Ba-na-na? Ugh?
“I’d better leave, so people don’t speculate what Superman is doing at your apartment,”
SPENCER SPENCER: No need to speculate. You can read all about it in our next month’s issue. Complete with pictures (only slightly airbrushed).
“If it was a dream, Clark, you’d be undressed by now,” Lois countered.
/starts coughing/
Clark grinned. “Oh, really? Is Superman that easy?”
MAYSON: Don’t care.
CAT: No.
LOIS: Oh yesssss!
“I know I sleep better in your arms,” she said. She wanted to make it clear that she wouldn’t be making up the guest room for him.
Well…some things do need to be spelled out.
withdrew his keys to her apartment, and quickly unlocked her door.
Lois was busy in the kitchen.
“I’m back,” he called.
“I’ll be right out,” Lois answered.
Awwww…it’s a ‘Honey, I’m home!’ homage from the fifties. Lois really does make a fine housewife. Maybe sometimes a bit desperate

To dance at the edge of the volcano.
“Delightful?” he repeated sharply before inwardly groaning, “You woke me up at three a.m. because you had a delightful dream?” He exhaled to release his annoyance.
Yes, because she wasn’t interested in playing with a pet octopus.