Hi 90stvfangirl!
Eeep, I'm the first one?
Look, I just wanted the number 30 next to works on my a03 page.
Sounds like valid enough of a reason.
So, the Clone Argh? Or Leslie Luckabee? Wait, is it a next gen fic?
Turning to face his partner, Clark inquired, “What did you think?”
Lois made a disapproving face, her eyes rolling. “I think we should have rented Lethal Weapon
Huh, we just had the discussion on Lois seeing Showgirls. Gah, do I want to go down the rabbit hole and check air dates? /continues reading/
wasting forty bucks on snacks and a movie called Love Sucks.”
Not Showgirls then. Lois and Clark at the movies/discussing a movie is quite a staple.
contemplating whether reaching over the armrest to hold her hand would be appropriate.
Depends where Lois places her hand.
The rest of the movie he spent slumped in his seat, feeling like a sulking teenager, and thinking about Agent Scardino and his obvious interest in his partner.
LOIS: Love sucks. Wonder if Daniel would have made a move?
Clark shook his head dismally, recalling earlier that evening when Scardino had the gall to ask Lois out practically right in front of him.
He should have closed the deal months ago. Put a ring on it. Signed the license. Taken her on a tour of the most infamous Congolese gun runners.
Surely the idiot could see that he and Lois were—
Colleagues? Friends who hang out?
She dropped her hand, the amused look on her face fading. “Just… did you want to walk me home?” she asked, her voice tinged with hope and uncertainty.
She should have learned from Cat and Mayson. He won’t notice hints. He might have trouble understanding if he were tied to her bed, naked. She could try diagrams.
”You’d never lose me,” he replied softly, his eyes on the sidewalk.
Except when he brakes up with her for her own good.
”You’re not yesterday’s news,” he emphasized, noting a sense of relief seemed to wash over her.
Ooh, “am I bird cage lining?”
”I still want to… um… date.” Was that what they were doing? It felt like so much more to him.
And yet, it’s so much… less.
Lois smiled shyly, her hand squeezing his. “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
Awwww…
CLARK: Let’s see how I can muck it up tomorrow.
Sweet viggy
Michael
