She hadn't had a date in six months.
When did she have time for a date six months ago? Hope it wasn’t a work date where she had to dress up in those clothes she left at the farm.
Her heart swooped.
Her jaw flumped.
Her breath tangled.
Clark smiled tentatively.
Plus, what a nice parallel to the ballgame
She had fallen for prime beefcake thinking it was aged rump.
*snort*
He was young and he ... Lois gulped. ... he smouldered with an understated virility that beckoned to every single female hormone currently searing through her body.
"Please don't be offended if I stare at you this evening."
no words. There are simply no words
They should. Having something to do would help cover all of the gaps, because Lois was sure that her brain was going to be flailing for quite some time yet.
/waits for the black smoke to start billowing out of Lois’s ears.
She returned with them and noticed Clark's little smile of appreciation when he saw the plates. "Do you like steak?" Lois asked as she handed him the bigger meal.
Guess it’s a good thing he’s safe around steak knives, huh?
She smiled, encouraging him to enjoy her story. "Before that moment, I'd thought you were old enough to be my father."
yeah, Friskin would have a field day with her…
Clark's face hardened. "I don't want him near you," he grated. He met her eyes and retreated. "Not that I can tell you what to do," he added quickly.
Well, he could wait until the next time Moyne enters the cell without the poison and, well… show Moyne how the savage alien supposedly treats Earthlings.
“Lo-is! Lo-is, come! Moin bro-ken.”
"Not that I can tell you what to do," he added quickly.
Lois chuckled - partly because she wanted to avoid the subject of rape and partly because she wanted to entice Clark's smile to return. "You can try," she said.
He gave her a sombre smile. "But I doubt I would be very successful."
Ah!
Do I need to mention ‘awesome’ and ‘can I have some more, please?’
Michael
