She faux gasped. “Clark Kent! You know darn well, there were no boobies involved.”
Way!
There should have been, grumbled her inner voice.
There was a pause before he chuckled. “You’re changing the subject when you know I can’t fly over there. Play nice, Lois.”
Hay, if he's *really* fast, I'm sure Lucy wouldn't notice much more than a quick breeze.
“With you and your sister?” Clark asked mischievously.
/sputters/
Yeah, it does sound he's getting really hormonal.
“Oh?” She couldn’t help herself. “I thought that was your ability to make me mad.”
“That’s not my second best trait, Lois. That’s my worst trait,” Clark corrected.
Actually, once they get past that threshold thingy, his ability to make her mad will be his second best trait. Right after his ability to make love to her. And when you combine those two... Poor neighbors. Poor Mayson. She's going to look for a new apartment, soon.
“You promised no more running into traffic, Lois. Luthor was a semi with no brakes.”
“Oh, and can you tell Superman to stop dropping big piles of snow in front of your girlfriend’s apartment, I almost broke my neck slipping on it the next morning.”
What great fun!
Michael
PS: I still remember you haven't explained the congratulations. And Clark hasn't asked Lois, yet!
