Eee, it's posted!
Sorry I don't have a whole lot of time to leave feedback, but this is sooooo adorable and sweet!
"Oh, I haven't gotten any more information than you have. But the way I see it, I can't possibly be a loser. You're dancing with me, after all."
Aww! /pile of mush
She had to fight back the urge to lean in and kiss him right then and there.
C'mon, just do it!
"So, it's the story of a barber?" she asked. "And what, they sing about hairdos?"
Hehe, that's just so Lois.
Lois closed her eyes. My love. A long shiver ran through her spine. For a second, she let herself imagine that there was no opera and that Clark wasn't simply translating. Her heart started racing and every little thing started making her head spin: his breath on her cheek, the feel of his body so close to hers, the smell of his aftershave, the soft sound of his voice. She turned her head and looked up at him. Her breath caught as she saw the expression in his eyes – was that love she saw in those dark chocolate pools?
Awww. Yes that's love, it's about time you noticed!
"I am consumed by so many emotions, all that I feel for you." It barely resembled what the words meant, but Clark had lost track of the story. He'd simply started adlibbing the words, substituting the libretto with all these words he'd been aching to say out loud to her. The opera was now merely a backdrop to the sounds of Lois's heart, singing melodiously for only him to hear. Lost in its music, he forgot all about his surroundings. A small nudge from Lois brought him back to reality and he started, once more, to tell her what they were singing about, until a few minutes later, when the intermission came.
I sooo, sooo love this paragraph. *Melt*
"Oh... um. Lois? There's something I need to tell you..."
You can't leave us there!
