This is a great first fic, Squirky. You portray Lois and Clark's longing, need, fear and uncertainty so beautifully. I love this:
Why Clark, then? Why tonight, of all nights, did she allow herself to escape to his place, knowing that he'd take her in under his wing? Because, she realized abruptly, she enjoyed his protectiveness. Not that Clark would ever know, of course. She couldn't have him knowing that he held any kind of power over her. Except, of course, the magic he was currently working on her tired muscles.
"Clark, stop that. I can feel that you are tired." She swatted his hands away from her; she couldn't keep her distance from him when he was so close, permeating her senses. Trying to avoid the thoughts that invaded her mind like Huns destined for China, Lois stood up, suddenly overcome by his presence, and fled to the window, trying to avoid looking at him.
And I love this:
Had she really just said that? That she needed him? Or was is a figment of his overactive imagination? No, it couldn't be, he ratinalized, because he could still feel the prickle of movement that her fingers traced on his arm.
Dumbfounded, he repeated, "You - you need me?" He watched as she squirmed away from his intense scrutiny and again faced the windows of the balcony. The patch of skin that had just been released from her touch felt cold. He crossed his arms across his chest, suddenly self-conscious and unsure. Could it be that she needed him for more than just protection? Could he dare to hope?
(Tiny edit: Or was
it a figment of...)
Ah, what a romantic setup. I love it! I'm so looking forward to part two of this. And I'm certainly looking forward to many more fics from you, Squirky!
Ann
