"Wearing ... " He gulped so loudly that Lois winced. "... being allowed to wear clothes ..." His eyes lurched to hers, pleading for her understanding.
Oh dear. What an unexpected bump
Clark didn't even flinch at the prospect of Lois wanting to go to Metropolis.
The remainder of the day had gone well. They had worked together to clear out most of her possessions from her apartment. They'd left the bed there; they didn't need it at the farmhouse - not until Martha Kent returned home - and it would be useful if they did decide to spend a night in Metropolis.
Huh? They already have two beds
But it was a plan that came with a whole raft of risks - risks that even someone as impulsive as Lois Lane couldn't fail to recognise.
What if Clark didn't respond in the way she hoped?
What if she was besieged by memories of Moyne? Or Ivica? She couldn't begin if there was any chance that she wouldn't be able to continue.
This suspiciously sounds like something fit for a wedding night. But it's too early, isn't it. They haven't even kissed
Well, duh! Big surprise there.
Michael
