Hi Mary!
Given the title, I’m assuming we’re getting a sequel to Lex Dancing with Wolves
Lois slowly drifted awake, unsure at first of where she was.
An igloo. /points at practices of the Inuit regarding hospitality/ Let’s hope she will be hospitable to her Clark.
she wasn't in her own home and bed. Nor, despite the vividness of her recent dreams, was she in Superman's.
Superman doesn’t have a bed. He hangs from the ceiling.
BATMAN: Prior Art violation!
SELINA: Come back to bed, Bruce.
It turned out that Superman had left all of his windows open, so he left her sitting alone in her underwear while he flew off to close them.
That would certainly be cooling her ardor.
SUPERMAN: I did leave some clothes on the clothes line and a flatiron standing in the corner.
LOIS: Aaaaand…?
H.G.WELLS: And this is where the next words out of the hero’s mouth will determine the future existence of Utopia.
and based on how things were going so far, it was going to be a very long six months.
CLARK: /pulls out deck of cards/ Old Maid?
Every scrap of covering was precious.
She really should consider sleeping with Clark.
Although, I'm surprised you didn't want to bunk up with your own boyfriend.”
Jimmy? Perry? Lex?
CLARK:
LOIS:
She smiled into the cup. “Clark isn't my boyfriend. We're just really good friends.”
And he’s a boy. So, by transitive property…
“Um, I meant Mr. Luthor.”
As for the thought of sharing a tent with him... Well...
There’s that nice kitty cat from the last part who might be willing to share a tent…
and having a tent just for women was a perfectly sensible arrangement.
Yes. Means Clark gets to bunk with Lex. I’m sure he’s loving that.
but being out in the morning sun was already making her feel much warmer!
Like she’s getting bathed in heat vision?
She turned around and caught Clark staring in her direction.
Now, isn’t that funny a coincidink?
He sheepishly fiddled with his glasses and jogged up to her, somehow managing not to slip on the ice.
He’s so cute!
Or just as likely, it was the cold: his long-sleeved office shirt offered nothing against these temperatures!
Which is why he would prefer to sleep with Lois in his arms.
“NO!” he said quickly, then smiled at her. “No, you keep it. I...tend to run hot.”
Yes, all he needs to do is imagine Lois wearing his clothes…
Oh, look, there’s a geyser breaking through the surface right there.
“Lois, no! Uh...I'm a farm kid, remember? We're pretty sturdy.”
Yes, he can be quite a donkey.
When he took it from her, her arm fell to wrap around his side, pulling him close. Even through the jacket and the rest of their clothing, she could feel the heat from his body. Which was the point. Heat, of course. Nothing more.
Yes, sharing heat. Sharing heated bodies. Yes, sharing bodies.
A sound of angry shouting drew her attention to the other tent. The flap ripped open and Lex stormed out, looking decidedly more disheveled than Lois had ever seen him. “—end to that atrocious snoring, or I will—”
Not used to sharing a bedding accommodation, huh?
“Kent. Anything I need to know?”
Only that Lois has the hots for him.
Lois replied as Clark's arm around her tightened slightly.
Possessive Clark’s cute. Actually, Clark’s the possessive form of the ‘Superman’ pronoun.
“Dr. Diggory has some...breathing issues.”
He’s just screaming for Dr. Plummer.
“Wait a second...you guys are brilliant!” He tossed the edge of his own blanket over Lois, wriggling in between her and Clark. “This is so much better!”
Jimmy inter-ice-us!
Lois felt inclined to disagree, though she couldn't articulate why.
Nobody likes to have a Jimmy between the sheets.
The Daily Planet's three-headed reporter
Lois decided to be optimistic. “Maybe there's a way to stretch things a little,” she suggested.
The Donner Party found a way.
. “The, uh, three-month reserves were calculated for, um, a team of four people.”
So, they will starve in 1.5 months instead of 3 months out of their 6 months waiting period.
“Now, we're not entirely out of options,” Dr. Carroll announced, drawing everyone's attention again, “I would just like to point out that cannibalism—”
Dr. Lewis elbowed him in the side. “—is not something we have to bring up yet,” he finished.
“We're going to die,” Jimmy repeated.
Yes, Jimmy’s going to die first.
TANK: /likes this/
Dr. Lewis suddenly went pale, his eyes growing wide. “Fuel!”
They could hunt a whale?
He got really good prescription for this glasses.
Lois double-taked, realizing that Clark had spoken.
Which brings up Clark meeting a wolve.
His voice had taken on a serious edge that reminded her of...something. She couldn't quite put a finger on what.
Maybe if she put him in a blue jumper?
Dr. Lewis shook his head. “You can't go off into the wilderness alone. That would be suicide!”
I’m sure Lex wouldn’t mind.
LOIS: I’ll come with you!
“I'll go with him,” Lois offered.
See? Also, I’m starting to sound like GPT4.
Lex's eyes flashed. “Lois, don't be insane! You would die out there!”
And here, we zee how the bulioneer izz setting hizz prioritiezz.
“If I'm going to die in a frozen wasteland, I'd rather die while out there, trying to help everyone, than while cowering here with a half-eaten piece of Jimmy's leg!”
That’s cute!
Jimmy whimpered.
“You're not going to die,” Clark promised. “And nobody is going to eat Jimmy.”
“What happens when the rescue team comes and finds this place abandoned?”
You could set up a stone arrow?
Dr. Lewis snorted. “What happens when the rescue team comes and finds us dead?”
They can have frozen billionaire on a stick?
At least the hard work of packing made Lois feel warmer. She looked up to find Clark staring at her again but quickly ignored him, refocusing on the task at hand.
Oh so cute! She’s always feeling warm when she sees Clark looking at her
It was going to be a long six months.
Juuuust as long as you don’t take six months with the next part! I want to meet
Michael
