I particularly aaaawwwwed and lolled at this:
From there her thoughts strayed and she found herself building the ideal dream life with Superman, in her head. A house in the country with a cute little picket fence - for the cachet - a big old cat sleeping lazily on the porch all day and a couple darling little dark-haired kids running around the yard. Everything plus total marital bliss, of course. She sighed.
I can just see the picket fence and the cat, and the little kiddos playing in the yard, and Lois calling out to her spandex-clad hubby, "Superman, dear, will you take out the trash? And then fly to the nearest K-Mart for me, because we're out of Rocky Road? Oh, and Junior and Junior-ette, quit juggling the car and come in and have your milk and cookies!"
"What are you dreaming about?" Clark asked, pulling her back to the much less interesting reality of the newsroom.
"Nothing that concerns you," she replied, absently. She turned to look at her partner and suddenly found herself wondering if perhaps Clark could fit into her imaginary life, instead of Superman... She blushed and looked away as she realized that he'd be perfect for it.
Okay, small correction. Lois calls out to her spandex-clad hubby, "Clark, dear, will you take out the trash? And then fly to the nearest K-Mart for me, because we're out of Rocky Road?" And then, before she can tell the kids to stop juggling the car and come in and have their milk and cookies, spandex-clad hubby comes in to get the trash, and Lois takes his face between her hands, removes his glasses, kisses the tip of his nose, affectionately pats his behind and tells him, "Now, dear, you're ready to fly!"
And hey... this was so funny, too:
"Are you sure you want to try wrestling me for them?" he asked, laughing. "You don't know who you're dealing with, here!"
Wrestling?
Lois got the strangest sense of déjà-vu. She was pretty certain she'd never wrestled Clark to the ground - she would have remembered *that* for sure - but there was something about that thought that sounded awfully familiar for some reason.
Suddenly, the details of a certain Beer Night came flooding back to her conscious mind.
I can see the details of Beer Night come
flooding(!) into her mind!!!
She'd dared him to an arm wrestling match... Yes, she remembered now. He'd vehemently refused and had argued that she had had too much to drink and then... Oh dear!
Lois grabbed the end of Clark's tie and tugged at it sharply.
Love her tugging at his tie!!!
"Conference room. Now!" she ordered. She turned on her heel and walked away as quickly as she could.
Clark dropped the papers on his desk. He wasn't certain what had angered Lois so, but he wasn't laughing anymore.
"Take cover everyone," Jimmy warned, "Hurricane Lois is in the building."
As Clark walked past him, on his way the conference room, he heard Jimmy say, "Nice going, CK! You've awoken the beast again!"
LOL!!!
Actually, Lara, I had expected Lois to be a little more, well, *firm* with Clark in the conference room. But I certainly loved this:
"That night," she started, "I remember something about you planning on collecting on a kiss that I'd mentioned. And you know... the one thing that angers me the most... is that, for the life of me, I cannot remember that kiss. I mean, there *was* one, wasn't there?"
"Oh yes, absolutely," he confirmed. "Let's see if I can remember how it went..."
LOL!!!!
"Clark?" Lois asked finally, a twinkle in her eyes, "Would you fly me home? Please?"
"With pleasure," he told her.
"You do realize what this means, don't you?" she asked, suggestively.
He raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "I'm not entirely sure I'm following you," he admitted.
"Well, once you get me home, you have to know that I'll never let you leave again. You'll be stuck with me for the rest of your natural life... You know... Since you *are* Superman..."
Is Superman moving into her apartment? And never getting out of there, either? I thought they were going to live in a house with a picket fence in the country. Oh, well... You can't have everything, can you?
Ann
