Well, Anna, I have a confession to make: It's definitely harder for LnC fanfic writers to please me when they write gfic than when they write nfic. The reason for that is that I became a "Lois and Superman" fan way back in 1969, when Superman proposed to Lois in a comic book. I was absolutely delighted by his proposal, and I wanted him and Lois to get married right away. Believe me,
I didn't want them to take things slow! But take it slow is just what they did. Indeed, they took it so slow that they didn't do anything at all! Nothing! Oh, they kissed, but their kisses never led to anything whatsoever. They didn't get married, didn't move in together, didn't become lovers. They kissed, for circa twenty-seven years, and that was all. On the two occasions when something more happened, drastic measures were taken to restore status quo. In Superman II from 1980 Lois and Clark became lovers, but Clark quickly brainwashed Lois and stole her memory of what had happened. And in the comics Lois and Clark finally got married in 1996, but they were given no time whatsoever to consummate their marriage during their honeymoon. And afterwards Lois simply vanished without an explanation and without a trace, and everybody, Clark most certainly included, just forgot that she existed. How convenient.
So I'm just saying... stories where Lois and Clark aren't married and aren't lovers... I am, oh, circa 87% immune to the WAFF in them, because they remind me so painfully of decades of frustration as I waited in vain for Lois and Superman to finally, finally get it together. (You know why I never actually watched the Lois and Clark TV series? It was really because the mere thought of seeing them spending a lot of time
not getting married all over again made me absolutely exhausted.)
So you can see that it's not going to be easy for you, a splendid gfic writer, to please me with your descriptions of circa second season WAFF. And you shouldn't try, either. Each and every writer should strive to please one person only, namely, herself or himself.
I am, as I said, circa 13% responsive (and 87% unresponsive) to gfic WAFF. And hey, Anna, you managed to hit my spot! This was just adorable:
"Hmm…now I remember how much I like him from this angle,' she thought mischievously, tilting her head so as to get the best view. "The picture he presents from the back has always been one of my favourites…'
I love it!!!
“Oh, Clark?” Lois had his attention from her first syllable. “Would you, uh, mind? I seem to have…dropped my pen. I think it rolled over there, by Ralph's desk. Could you get it for me, please?” She pointed in the general direction and managed to look almost embarrassed as she asked.
Clark immediately wandered over towards Ralph's desk and bent over to pick up the pen. Lois felt her heart flutter as she surreptitiously stole another long, but slightly guilty, look at Clark and what she considered to be one of his many assets.
Oh, so absolutely adorably sweet and funny!!! It gets even funnier when you consider that she is contemplating Clark's
*** ets...
Lois did as she was told and followed Clark to the meeting, a pen and notebook in hand. A smile was back on her face.
"At least this angle affords me another excellent view,' she reflected, walking behind him into the room.
And you bring this up for a third time!!! I have to love how you write it, too. Not once do you name the thing that Lois is in fact looking at, not even any of the nicest names for it. The combination of innocence and sweet naughtiness here is absolutely, totally irresistible.
I also love how Lois seeks comfort in Clark's arms, even though my 87% immunity to gfic WAFF is unimpressed by their flirting and kissing. But I really liked this little snippet:
Lois glowered at him. “Bah!” she retorted as she snatched it from his hand. “Stupid ticket-happy parking wardens…” She trudged into the courthouse with Clark following her, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Oh, it was so good to have Lois back to normal!
Oh, so Lois! So funny! "Ticket-happy" - what a word! *happy sigh*
But...
oh, no!!!! The new
Governor of New Troy is involved with Intergang!!!!
“Duty calls; I know,” Lois gave him a small smile.
“But people are out to kill you and I'm your bodyguard and…”
Lois stopped him with a finger to his lips. “I promise I'll go straight to my car and straight back to the Planet, okay?”
Clark looked undecided for a moment, but a firm look from his partner made him nod resignedly. “Okay. But *straight* to the car, no detours, okay?”
“Clark,” said Lois, “I already promised, didn't I? Straight to the car, no detours.”
And this - oh, noooo!!! I just know that something horrible is about to happen!
She opened the door, slid into the driver's seat and then closed the door. Instantly she heard movement behind her and something cold was pressed to the back of her neck.
“Don't move; don't scream. If you yell for Superman, you'll be dead before he can get here.” Lois' insides froze as she recognised the voice of the man behind her: Dougal. Her brain quickly registered as to what he was holding against her neck too: a gun.
*whimper*
And the rest of it was really too frightening for me to really read it. But I managed to pick up that Lois has been placed in a box of some sort. Don't tell me... she's inside a sarcophagus?
Well, that's a captivating A-plot, that's for sure! In more ways than one,too. And the B-plot butt ogling just melted me into a puddle of goo. So please come back here with the next part soon!
Ann
Now let me get down to the wonderful task of reading. 
Mind's in the gutter.
But seriously guys, thank you so much for the wonderful feedback. Again, I'm so sorry that this part took so long to write. It was long (as you can see) and RL took over in some instances. Though, interestingly enough, all the stress in my life made writing this part a great outlet...
Thank you!