Warning: There is no A plot
Truth, Justice and the Pleasuring of Lois Lane.
Chapter 8.5 of Nighttime in the Daytime
(Title courtesy of Sue. S)
Hah, that was the best introduction ever!
(And as for the warning that there is no A-plot... it's like being warned that the weather is likely to bring no hailstorms, blizzards or tornadoes this day!)
“You know I wondered why you had picked an apartment with a view of a brick wall. Now I understand why.”
A view of a brick wall. Yeech. (Wonder what sort of view they will have in their brownstone, and what the neighbours will think of the freqent "whoooosh's" and red and blue low-flying streaks across the sky in that nice neighbourhood?)
The man in Superman’s uniform smiled with Clark’s face.
That's wonderful! I love it!
“You have your regular clothes under there? Where?” She patted his chest, not feeling anything but male flesh underneath.
Heh, he keeps them in hyperspace, didn't you know, Lois?
He quickly stilled her hand. Her movements on his chest were seriously causing him to lose concentration.
Awww, that so darlingly sexy!
Lois tried her key on the roof door and it opened.
The roof door!
The roof door! How delightfully weird is it that Americans have doors on their roofs?
Clark turned to small intense kisses along the side of her face and her neck. He brought up her good hand and kissed the knuckles, gently sucking on them. For some reason that gesture made Lois begin to moan.
I wonder if I have a knuckle fetish, because I loved it!
The rest of this chapter was sweetly hot and smutty. I'll say no more, except that yes, I
really liked it!
And now, after such a lovely night, Clark is about to go out chasing Nightfall, isn't he?
Ann
