Clark watched helplessly as Lois’ shoulders shook, unable to tell if she was laughing or crying. Finally he crouched down in front of her.
“Lois? Are you okay?”
She raised her tear streaked face and glared at him. “Okay? No, Clark, I am not okay! You just told me that the man I love and the superhero I chased around Metropolis for over a year are the same person! How could I be okay?”
He couldn’t stop himself from smiling, which only provoked another glare from her.
“What are you smiling at?”
“You love me?”
“Yes, but-”
This time he didn’t resist. Leaning forward, he captured her lips with his. For a moment she resisted him, then he felt her lips move under his and silently exulted. Oh, how he’d missed kissing her! She threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck, tugging him closer as her tongue sought, and received, access to his mouth. He moaned deep in his throat as the tip of her tongue found his and pulled her off the couch into his arms, holding her tightly against him as he explored her mouth. All too soon, she was pulling away from him, making him groan in disappointment as she broke their kiss.
“You may not need to, but I need to breathe,” she reminded him.
“I love you, Lois,” he told her seriously. She leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“I know. And I’m sorry, Lois. I should have told you earlier. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
