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Lois swayed slightly on her feet, and, resting back against the solid expanse of his chest, wondered idly what other kinds of magic his hands could work. His breath hitched as she leaned against him and he marveled at the idea that something as simple as a neck rub could be the Man of Steel's final undoing. Unlike Kryptonite, there was no recovering from Lois Lane.

“I just might ask for more of this, you know,” she told him, semi-seriously.

“You can ask for anything you like, Lois,” he whispered in her ear.

Clark’s words and the tickling of his breath on her cheek caused a wave of pleasant dizziness to wash over her. Anything, he’d said. And it occurred to her that these weren’t the words of a friend. Friends did not promise each other anything. Not in a breathless whisper. Anything was something a man promised a woman. Could it be that, even though he’d taken it all back that morning in front of the Planet, could it be that he’d really had feelings for her all along? Her heart sang at the thought. Maybe they’d just both been waiting for the other one to make the first move? Well, there were ways of finding out how far Clark’s anything could stretch, she thought.

Worse yet, he hadn’t been able to get himself out of Mayson’s invitation to spend the weekend up in the mountains with her. In fact, he fully expected she would show up in the newsroom to pick him up within the next few minutes.

Clark sighed dejectedly. To say that things weren’t working out well for him would have been a huge understatement. This was an absolute disaster. And it was all his own fault, too! If he’d been just a little more decisive, then the woman he was in love with wouldn’t be off on a romantic getaway with Ryan Something-Or-Other. And if he’d just been able to break it to her gently, then he wouldn’t be stuck having to spend a weekend with a woman who was clearly in love with him, but whom he really didn’t have the same sort of feelings for.

It was a wonder Clark Kent could pull off the Superman routine so well, he thought, seeing as though he felt so completely unable to stand up for himself when it came to his personal life.

“A cottage? Sure, I’ll give you a hand,” he told her.

“You will?” She sounded so very surprised now that Clark couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yeah,” he said in a soft, but convinced tone.

“Oh, Clark, thank you! You’re such a great friend to have around.”

He winced a little at the word… Friend. That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to be to her. Even a best friend status wasn’t nearly enough.

She had finally accepted the fact that she had feelings for him – she’d fought them long and hard enough to be able to recognize them for what they were. And now she was this close to losing him to the likes of Mayson Drake. Well, that was completely unacceptable! There was no way she was going to let anyone waltz in and steal him away without at least finding out if there was any chance that she, herself, might have a future with Clark. This weekend would be a perfect opportunity to figure things out. Just him and her, alone in the middle of nowhere, with no distractions. No running away to return a forgotten video, no missed appointments, no excuses.

She wondered how much work they’d actually have to do once they got there. Hopefully, not a lot. Half a hour of dusting and sweeping and - voilà! – the cottage would be ready to be sold. And then, they could spend the rest of the weekend… exchanging pleasantries

“What would you do without me, huh?” he asked, with a teasing grin.

“Order pizza?” she answered, shrugging.

“C'mere,” he said softly as he moved behind her and raised his hands, kneading his fingertips gently into the sides of her neck.

His thumbs worked up to the sensitive spots right below her ears, then downward, lingering over every knot until it relaxed under his touch. He knew the exact amount of pressure to use as his fingers danced in slow circles, soothing her aching muscles. As if by magic, all of the tension began to drain from her body.

“You can ask for anything you like, Lois,” he whispered in her ear.

“Can I ask a favor?” she said, sweetly.

A million different answers came to his mind. Anything. Everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I would give you the world. But when he opened his mouth to speak, the only thing that came out was “Yeah,” in a ragged whisper.

“Would you drive the rest of the way?” she asked,

after all - you do want a chance at a Kerth nom, don't you?

“No, wait. Lois? I did have plans, but… Honestly? I’ve been looking for a reason to cancel them all day,” he explained, looking towards the elevator to make sure Mayson hadn’t just walked into the newsroom. Clark was very much relieved to see that she had not.

Clark’s words and the tickling of his breath on her cheek caused a wave of pleasant dizziness to wash over her. Anything, he’d said. And it occurred to her that these weren’t the words of a friend. Friends did not promise each other anything. Not in a breathless whisper. Anything was something a man promised a woman. Could it be that, even though he’d taken it all back that morning in front of the Planet, could it be that he’d really had feelings for her all along? Her heart sang at the thought. Maybe they’d just both been waiting for the other one to make the first move? Well, there were ways of finding out how far Clark’s anything could stretch, she thought