I'd like to dedicate this story to Julie Stars, for reasons that will be obvious at least to her. I was thinking of tossing this, but it's 2 am and I'm insane, so I was easily talked into posting it. If the reaction isn't *too* negative, I may finish it. Don't worry, it'll be short <g>
Okay, enough rambling. Fic.
Note: please do not mistake this story for anything other than nonsense <g>.
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Lois stretched lazily on the sofa before letting her hand drift over to the slight bump on her stomach. She still couldn't believe it. If someone had told her on her first day at the Planet that she would end up married to a man who could fly, she would've laughed in their face.
And speak of the Luthor, here he was now. Clark came in the front door with the day's Daily planet tucked under his arm and smiled lovingly at his wife before heading into the kitchen. He returned a short time later with an apple, then sat down in the armchair next to the sofa, munching the apple as he riffled through the paper in search of the sports section.
He paused and lifted his head when he felt Lois staring at him. "What?"
"Is that it?!"
Clark's face took on a perplexed expression. "What??"
Lois waved vaguely in Clark's direction.
Clark looked around uncertainly, then turned back to Lois, still unenlightened. "What?!"
"That!" Lois finally snapped in exasperation. "Is that it? You just sit down with the paper without so much as a 'hello' or an 'I love you'? Are you bored with me already, Kent?! You don't love me any more---is that it?!"
His eyebrows climbed into his hair. "Wha---?! Lois, no! I do love you!"
Lois folded her arms. "Then why are you ignoring me?!"
"I'm not! I'm not!" Clark set the paper down on the coffee table, along with his half-eaten apple, and tried to placate Lois.
"Honestly!" Lois snorted, "Lately, it seems like I have to set you on fire just to get your attention..."
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A month or so later...
Lois stepped out of the walk-in closet, modeling her latest purchase in maternity-wear. "Well? What do you think?"
Clark shut the window behind him and wearily spun into his civies. "You look great, Honey."
Noting her husband's tired expression---and the faint smell of fish---Lois decided to ask him how the rescue went. When she opened her mouth, however the words that fell out were, "But Clark, you're not looking!"
Clark shook his head and sank down onto the bed. "Honey, not right now. I just want to relax and try to get my mind off of sinking ships and treed cats!"
Lois watched him with concern as he slumped over and raked a hand through his hair. Then, a devilish smile crossed her face. She could take his mind off those rescues...
Casually, Lois reached for the matches on the nightstand. Striking one, she lit two scented candles-----
----then lowered the match so that the flame caught the sleeve of Clark's shirt.
Clark yelped in surprise and began slapping at his arm to put the fire out. When it was out, he turned to Lois with his jaw hanging close to the floor. "What was that all about?!"
Lois smiled innocently, mentally polishing her halo.
Clark snorted. Halo? Yeah right. And just what were those peeking out from underneath? "Lo-is..."
Lois giggled and suddenly kissed him, and he never did get his answer. But he'd get even.... Yes sir, he'd get even!
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Clark looked through the paper he was "reading". Lois was on the sofa, talking on the phone with her sister. The conversation drew to a close. Here it comes...
Lois got up and crossed to the other end of the room. She set the phone back in its cradle, then started to head back to the couch. When she was halfway there, she suddenly yelped and gave a little hop. She stumbled over to the sofa, collapsed onto it, and began fanning her left foot.
Clark snapped the paper back up over his face. Heh heh. He'd got her! After a while, he glanced up again to make sure that she was all right, and noticed that she wasn't there. Suddenly, he smelled burning cotton. He looked up, and there was Lois. And a match. And once again, his right arm was on fire. Clark sighed and swatted the fire out. Lois kissed him on the nose before giggling and bounding away.
To Possibly Be Continued Maybe
