Okay, general response part first: Loved it! More? /Waits impatiently until ML decides on a daily posting schedule or a whole day without more fic goes by/
She noticed Clark first, his head snapping up and swiveling in her direction. And suddenly she remembered what had transpired the night before. She might have been tempted to confront him but at the moment, she had more pressing concerns.
“Bathroom!” she demanded.
“Lois...” he began, obviously intending to talk to her.
“Sick!” she exclaimed in frustration, looking around in desperation.
Clark jumped to his feet and pointed, obviously finally understanding the urgency of the situation.
Sorry, but it *is* funny. From an outside perspective.
She cracked her eyes open finally and did her best to glare at him, although she was certain that in her current state it didn’t amount to much of a glare. Still, he seemed to understand her intent because his expression suddenly changed and he looked... hurt.
Oh, and please, stop making them so addictive and then stringing us along like that. /realizes how pathetic this sounds and goes hiding until new part is posted
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Michael
