“Okay, I was watching a movie,” he said, picking up the box the movie Cat had given him earlier as part of her ‘Earth cultural enrichment program’ she had put him on, and hid it behind his back. Apparently, he had made some horrendous faux pas regarding a well-known movie star during one of their conversations, and she deemed it important to keep his cover persona secure. Part and parcel to ‘fitting in here on Earth’, Cat had told him. Some of the films made in his dimension were the same here, but others were not.
“What are you hiding, Clark?” Lois asked, dropping her coat and briefcase next to his sofa.
“Nothing,” he said, turning around quickly to enter his kitchen. “Would you like something to drink?” He had stocked up on cream soda, just in case Lois ever came by. “Or eat?”
“Clark Jerome Kent, I can’t believe you’re lying to me,” Lois said, setting her hands on her hips. “Again.”
He winced. She would pick up on that one measly detail. “Fine,” he retorted. “Not that it’s important, but Cat lent me a movie to watch.”
Lois paled and her jaw dropped. “Is it a…?” she started saying and then glanced surreptitiously at the television.
"...Adult video?"
Lois set the box down on the coffee table and joined him in the kitchen. “I’m glad it isn’t a porno.”
“Me, too,” he said, and then couldn’t help chuckling at the thought of Lois walking in on him accidentally watching one of those. Not that he ever would on purpose, because he didn’t. Not anymore. Not for many years. He decided to get his mind off that topic. “So, what are you feeling hungry for?”
So no Marilyn Monroe in his universe I guess?
Clark glanced down at where her hand had seared his chest with its heat. His mind would be stuck on ‘things’ for the foreseeable future. For the first time in his life, he wished that Lois were mad at him again. Her anger was much easier to deal with than her friendship.
Waggles eyebrows. I'd say it is sweet torture but considering he thinks he'll never have that opportunity then it's probably more along the lines of terrible torture.
Okay, I’ll bite, Lois decided. “Jane or Marilyn?”
“Jane, of course. A smart, sassy, fiercely loyal, and talented brunette,” he explained. “Someone who was always up for a lark.”
Fun, loving and intelligent.
He hadn’t even tried to kiss her since… since… how long had it been? Since Smallville? No, that couldn’t be right. Certainly, he had tried to kiss her since then, hadn’t he?
Missing his kisses, Lois?
Lois: *muttering* No comment.
Not that she would’ve said ‘yes’ to a kiss, necking, petting, getting naked, taking a long hot steamy shower…
I can just imagine Lois beginning to physically melt into a sigh on this.
Clark enveloped her in his arms. “As long as I’m around, you’ll never have to be.”
She melted into his chest. There was just something about Clark that was so solid and made her feel safe.
I can just imagine Clark breathing in her scent and memorizing it in an attempt to hold onto every possible memory available to him. Love that Lois is relaxing into him too...
It probably had something to do with his ability to call Superman.
...aaand she burst that bubble.
“If I can’t find anything, I can always sleep naked.” The words came out of her mouth before she even knew they were forming.
*choking on a laugh* I can just imagine Clark imagining just that. Beet. Red.
His body reached towards her, each hair standing on end to be that much closer to her. He felt as if something from deep inside him could feel her, even if his actual self could not.
Ah, that irritable soulmate bond going "mine, mine
MINE!"
Oh the poor souls calling out for each other but no longer allowing themselves to match up. You've really
really got me wondering whether they are denying themselves for naught or if Wells will legitimately figure out a way for Canon Clark to be saved.
