Hi Sara & Sara!
This time, riding in the back of the cab was a lot more comfortable. Having his arm around her during the opening act had been amazing, and it gave him the confidence to do it again now.
There is the old adage how…romantic entangling gets better with practice.
While he’d practcially memorised the way her lips had felt against his during their non-real kisses,
I just realized, what if Clark figures out to engineer fake-kiss situations? Or Lois does? Or, actually, Clark makes up the harmless ones and Lois the live-or-death ones after a little while or maybe when Clark stops again, figuring he was doing something wrong. I’m not going full Faustian Bargain here, just some harmless fun during Season One
the freedom of not having to hold back his real feelings for her…it’d been unlike anything he’d experienced before,
So, better than his squeezing of blonde tarts behind the Dairy Freeze?
If anyone could die happy from just having their hand held, it would be him.
See, it would have been so easy. All Trask or Lex would have had to do, was kiss Superman passionately and hold his hand after. Poor guy would be dead now.
She scrunched her nose in that adorable way she did when she was a little embarrassed.
Awww, she’s cute!
She bit the corner of her bottom briefly and then said,
/Psst, with the missing ‘lip’ this is really evocative and funny!
The feeling was so magical, he almost wanted to tell the cabbie to go around the block another time.
Or, hug her real close as they make their way up to her apartment and see where the evening takes us. Just, leave the story alone before you head into work the next morning. She doesn’t like it when her lovers abscond with the goods the morning after.
”We’re here,” he said, giving her shoulder a small squeeze with the arm he still had around her.
As they headed up the steps to her building, his hand found the small of her back, and he could have sworn she might have slowed her pace just a little so that it pressed more firmly against her.
Ooooh…
and while he was confident both of them tacitly agreed on the boundaries,
Marked by the hemlines of Lois’s clothing.
And there was a lot of ground between kissing and…boundaries.
Patience. You must learn patience. You’re still dealing with a v…very patient man.
I uh…thought you might want to know?”
“Oh! Uh, thanks. Yes! Thank you…and thank you.”
They’re adorably awkward!
”I’ll just go…tidy up.” She gestured toward her bathroom and headed that way.
“I’ll make the coffee,” he called after her.
She’s getting into something comfy and he’s getting ready to have ‘coffee’ after their date.
Clark took a deep breath to try and centre himself. He could make coffee in Lois’ kitchen, had done so dozens of times.
What if he couldn’t ? What if Lois’s kitchen is haunted and the reason her cooking always fails? And so does Clark’s when he’s at her place?
He thought he’d just bought her some tea a few months ago for Christmas, but he couldn’t…oh, there it was. Sitting on the countertop with the bow still on it.
Oops?
LOIS: He makes such lovely bows.
She ducked her head and looked down at her tank top, pyjama pants, and white socks. “What?”
See? Comfy!
He found himself needing to do a mental check that he wasn’t actually floating because it sure felt exactly like floating.
She’s his happy thought. Thinking about her always made him rise.
”Would you have said yes?” he asked tentatively.
“If I’d known it could be like this,” she practically whispered. She turned her head slightly and straightened a bit, looking away for just a second. “I’d like to say yes, but if I’m honest, I don’t know.”
Awwwwww
”How do you panic-buy $200 worth of tickets to a band you hate?”
“The gal I asked out? She’s worth every penny and then some.”
Another great installment!
Michael
