Clark could feel the electric current running through them, pulling them closer, joining them.
Oh dear. He shouldn’t kiss Lois underneath a high-voltage powerline. It might screw up the timeline. On the plus side, instant-healing for Lois.
“No, Clark,” Lois murmured against his lips. “I can’t. Don’t.”
What? Oh. Right. Protection.
“Don’t make me cheat on him,” she requested, as if it were Clark’s decision and not hers.
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, do whatever you need, for as long as you need me to do it.”
/gets naughty thoughts/
She put a hand on his arm. “Can you help me? Or should I wake Lucy?”
Ooooh! Say, what exactly will that involve?
Neither of them could expect more than that.
Lois can. And so can Yoda.
She paused and glanced over at him. “Turn around.
So, still not over her modesty issues despite her nightly starring on Lex-Girls?
I don’t want you looking in my underwear drawer.”
Oh.
Hi there, Tank. No, I’m sorry. Lucy volunteered.
At least, he hoped he had.
“She was able to go home,” he whispered,
The boyfriend met an alien in a dark alley and was never seen again?
or do pony tails. I’m quite the expert,”
I’ve heard Lex goes for the schoolgirl look with pigtails and a lollypop.
He drew in a breath as he realized how beautiful the curve of her neck was.
Lois: What, do I have blood spatter up there, too? *Great*! :rolleyes:
It was a crazy thing to say, but he was losing his brain function.
It’s from the blood loss to his brain.
“You can have more pain medication at six a.m.,” he reminded her.
What Clark says: “Not any sooner! They’re not candy, you hear?”
What Lois hears: “They’re chocolates.”
