"You’re crying…” she said wonderingly, her own eyes tracing the paths the tears had made down his cheeks. “Don’t think…I’ve ever seen you…cry.” She reached up a quivering hand to wipe the tears away.
Aww!
“Hmm…okay. But take the suit off.” She snuggled into the blanket. “G’night, Clark.”
If Lois had looked at Clark’s face just then, she would have seen a brief expression of surprise before it was covered up with tenderness.
Yay!
She loves Clark, not Superman, you lunkhead. Don't you know that yet?
Sorry this FDK isn't as complete as it should be, but I think I'm about to run out the door. Wonderful part, I'm so glad you're off that hiatus! I needed my RWIR fix.
--Laura
