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“Clark Kent!” Lois yelled loudly to the spacious barn. There was a clunk, and then a muffled curse. Clark’s head popped out from beneath the large green tractor, his hair endearingly ruffled and his glasses askew.

“Lois?” Clark hastily stood; brushing the dirt self consciously off his jeans. He reached up to fix his glasses, leaving a smudge across his right cheek. He was completely oblivious to it. Lois’ heart melted slightly.

She walked slowly to him. When she was a mere two feet away, she brought one hand up to rest on his shoulder and looked up at him earnestly. He stood, frozen to the spot. Was he dreaming? The spot where her fingers casually rested on the soft flannel of his shirt burned. Nope, not a dream.

“I also don’t know whether the heck you listened in on the phone with my conversation with my father or not,” When Clark opened his mouth to speak, Lois hastily continued. “And I don’t care anymore. You were there when I needed you, again. You’re a strange one, Clark Kent, but…” Lois trailed off, unable to find the right words to express her jumbled feelings.

With another aggravated sigh, Lois bit the bullet and moved her hand from Clark’s shoulder to his neck. Before he knew what exactly was happening, she had stood on her tip toes and shoved his neck forward, their lips meeting in a kiss.

Clark remained frozen for about a millionth of a second before he responded with equal vigor, letting out a soft groan as his desires cumulated into the kiss. He moved one hand to tangle in her hair and the other to gently pull her closer. After a few more blissful moments, Clark’s kisses became shorter and gentler and finally he pulled back an inch.

“You—I—We--” Clark’s grip on her loosened, in case she wanted to slip away, but he kept a tentative hand on her back.

“Are you always this articulate after you sweep a girl off her feet?” Lois was unable to keep the smile from her face.

“I do, Clark,” Lois answered.

“A boy? No wonder you don’t want to leave, you damn slut.”

Clark heard that and froze, mindlessly squeezing the knife in his hand. It crumpled like tinfoil. His mother gasped, unaware of what was causing the reckless loss of control for Clark but she had to snap him out of it. She lightly touched his shoulder, but he didn’t respond, merely furrowed his brow and listened.

“—it’s not like that Dad! He saved me. I almost died.”

“Right. The car crash. That was your mother’s car! You’re causing so many damn problems. If only you’d have been a son. He’d have managed to make it through a little road trip without crashing the car.”

Lois was crying softly, horrified and yet unable to hang up.

“Cry you damn bitch. Just like your mother. Go get down on your knees for some country hack and enjoy a little roll in the hay. Then come crawling back to me when you’re pregnant and alone.”

Her father angrily slammed the phone down and Lois sat for a moment, shell shocked and shaking.