Jimmy was rewarded with laughter erupting all around him. Once again, Clark was the first to recover. "No, not quite. Lucy, Lois and I decided to spend the evening together and play a little game."
Jimmy looked at them, shock obvious on his face. "And - ahem - what's The Name Of The Game?" he asked, his throat constricting.
Need a diagram, Jimmy? Oh, wait. Wrong folder.
"Your dare is quite simple. Just take Lois and set her down onto your lap," she dared Clark.
Clark and Lois both looked equally shocked. They exchanged a look, communicating silently. Finally, Clark came to a conclusion, wrapping his arms around Lois and gently picking her up.
LUCY! bad girl. Why don't you just send her with Clark into the closet and tell her to feel around?
"Clark Jerome Kent, don't you dare..." Lois started to object while he was carefully lowering her down onto his lap. Lois repeatedly hit him on his chest. In a desperate attempt to stop her from hurting herself and, thus, exposing him as Superman, he kissed Lois. At first, she stiffened, but within seconds she started to kiss him back. Clark would have liked to let the kiss continue forever, but he had the feeling that he'd better stop, or his body would betray him. So, he abruptly broke the kiss, grinning sheepishly at Lois. Seeing that she needed some more time to recover her bravado, he simply pulled her towards his chest and rested his chin on her hair, thereby nicely covering any possible reactions of his treacherous body.
Hm, wonders how that was supposed to work.
Mellie, this is just one of the funniest little fics I've ever read.
Michael
