Aaaaaand caught up! This has been such a wonderful fic to read! I love it, start to almost-finish. This whole chapter just has my insides going akjsduifhngdthrkdf all over the place.
SOOOOOO sweet. All the feels.
Oh sweet heavens, I am so freakin' nervous to be posting again! It's been so, so long (and I apologize for that).
Just wanted to say that you have absolutely nothing to be nervous about. You're back and even better than ever and that's amazing.
Clark fumbled for his glasses, bumping them off of the nightstand in his haste. He rolled off the bed and narrowly missed crushing his glasses. He picked them up with shaky hands and put them on as he rushed towards the door.
Awww, poor Clark is so nervous!
And then it was his turn to gasp. Lois was wearing the t-shirt he'd loaned to her earlier -- and only his t-shirt. She was devastatingly beautiful with hair still damp from her shower, dark eyes bright with excitement, and long, bare legs on display. He couldn't stop himself from taking a second look at her legs and the way his t-shirt draped over the soft curves that had occupied his fantasies for the past year.
Woohoo! Let's get this party started!
"Yeah." Her dark eyes were luminous with happiness. "You said you were in love with someone at the Planet, someone you'd do anything for, and you said she was…" Her words trailed away as she looked at him expectantly.
"You," he confessed in a voice that had unexpectedly dropped to a raspy whisper. "Lois, I'm in love with you."
*squeals loudly and for an indeterminate amount of time*
He nodded, hoping she wasn't really going to ask him to rob a bank. "Yes."
LOIS: I'm just a girl, standing in front of a guy, asking him *pulls out bank blue prints* to rob a bank with me.
"Oh yeah?" she scoffed. "If you weren't jet-lagged what would you do?"
"I—" Clark hesitated, then shook his head. He was too tired to trust himself with sharing a few fantasies.
CLARK: Well, first I'd--
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Clark wasn't sure how much of what she was hinting at was simply flirtation, or if maybe she was being earnest and hiding it in a tease. If she was flirting, this was a fun new dimension to their usual banter. If she was in earnest, he was going to have to tell her about Superman.
Ahem... methinks you're going to have to tell her about Superman either way... but sure, delay the gratification longer by not telling her yet. Lunkhead.
"Before you leave, maybe we could, uh… Not that I think you're going to change your mind in the elevator, but I’d really like it if, uh, maybe you, or we, uh, would you please kiss me first?"
Awwwwwwww! Lois is adorable.
"Make it good, Clark."
His breath left in a sough of amused surprise and he loved her even more for her bravado. "Okay."
She bit her lip, released it, and sucked in a quick breath. "And maybe you could tell me you love me again, just for good measure."
Clark framed her face between his hands and tried to look annoyed. He didn't quite manage it because he couldn't stop smiling. "Anything else?"
"No. That should do it."
I freaking love this little back and forth! So cute!!
"Hey," he whispered and waited for her eyes to open. When they did his throat tightened a little when he saw she was just as dazed as he was by their new proximity. "I love you."
BRB, gotta go running around the room squealing like a twelve year old girl... Also that little beat of silence and his casual 'hey' was just so perfect, so realistic.
"How was that?" he murmured when their lips lost contact.
Her brain was still fogged with elation, so all she could think to say was, "S'okay."
"Okay," he echoed in an amused tone. "Admit it. That was a lot better than just okay."
"Maybe it was," she allowed. "Let me think about it."
Lois couldn't help herself, she loosened the button above and tugged lightly on his shirt to match it to the correct hole, before refastening it in its proper place.
*un*button Lois. UNbutton. You're... hasn't she done this before? I thought Clark was the patient one.
Stay. It was so simple. She could stay. Her mouth went dry at the possibilities, acutely aware of the cushy expanse of unmade bed only a few feet behind her. What if she stayed? What would happen? Would they… Oh god! What if they did? She had been only half-kidding before, but that was only because she hadn't thought they would really get this far.
This little passage is so brilliantly crafted. There's an element of lust, and of intimacy, and an awareness of space, and nerves all balled up together so perfectly. Lois' train of thought is everything it should be, and it's very realistic.
She didn't just want or need Clark at this moment. The sensation was deeper, richer, and more all-consuming than simple lust or passion. The white hot inevitability of the two of them making love had her dizzy and yet she had never felt this calm and certain. Clark's fingers tightened slightly on her arms and she knew instinctively that he was feeling the same primal pull.
Another wonderfully crafted passage. They don't need to rush anything. They love each other, it's going to happen. Also the phrasing here is scorching hot on its own, even without any specific details.
"Then I can sleep there. I--" Her words changed to a squeal as he scooped her up. Her heart raced as she realized he was carrying her to the bed. Oh god, oh god, oh god! Had he changed his mind? Had she changed hers? How could you want something so much and yet be afraid of it in the same instant? What if they didn't make love? What if they just held each other? How amazing would it be to spend the night in his arms?
I also squealed at this! Why are you making me be such a girl?! I don't squeal and giggle this much at hallmark movies.
He could feel his cheeks flushing as he paused at the end of the sofa bed. He looked over at Lois again and his resolve weakened a little. They could sleep in the same bed, he told himself. Just sleep. That was all. Just two friends sharing a bed. He could face the other way and it would almost be like she wasn't there at all… Who the heck did he think he was kidding?
Makes me think of that Seinfeld episode where Elaine says there was no funny business because they slept "head to toe" but Jerry says "what good does that do? your genitals still line up!"
"Usually I would add 'within reason,' but I don't want it to sound like I'm hedging my bets."
Clark was instantly a little worried because it was obvious that she was working up to something. "I'd never ask you to rob a bank," he added drily.
"I'd do it," she said confidently.
"I know, that's why I won't ask you."
Lois is the only girl in the world who's waiting for her man to pop the question about robbing a bank. Also, I love that this bank robbing joke has become a running gag between them.
"I think maybe you owe Lex a fruit basket for splitting us up like he did because that's when it really started to sink in for me that I was in love with you.
I want this out of a sequel. Lex receives fruit basket from Clark with a note: "Dear Lex, thanks so much for pushing me and Lois apart. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder... here's some local fruit samples from our Hawaiian honeymoon! xoxo, Clark"
Although I don't really want that out of a sequel to this. I don't think I've ever wanted Lex dead more than in this fic. Sidewalk art, here we come!
"Is there anything else you've been secretly dying to tell me?"
It was felt as though cold water had been tossed onto his soul. "Well, about Superman—"
"No, uh-uh. We're not going to talk about him. Not tonight. Pick something else to tell me."
Boy, is she gonna kick herself for that when he tells her (hopefully) tomorrow!
She made an exasperated growl. "Have you kissed Cat?"
"Not on purpose."
I'm imagining all their faces and it's priceless.
"I pick you," she whispered, her voice slurred with sleep. "Even if this was some perfect world where I could be Superman's girlfriend, I'd still pick you."
Awwwwwwww!
"I'm Superman," he whispered, just to try out the words. Her only reply was a soft snore that made him shiver in disbelief that Lois Lane was actually sleeping in his room. He took off his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
Awww!
I'm so excited! Please tell me years won't go by before I get a chapter 10! I have to know what happens next? Is Lois going to remember his confession, or write it off as some dream? Is Clark going to chicken out in the morning? Is Lex going to get his just desserts? I'm dying to know and I'm so excited to have Lois and Clark together already and my insides are all mushy and wistful! Very cute and perfectly well written!
