She was still mad at Kal… Clark… what’s-his-name! She did not give him a set of keys so that he could wake her up in the middle of the night and drag her butt off to his parents’ place. She didn’t care if he did it ‘for her safety’.
I wasn’t able to sleep a wink at your place, I was so mad.”
Yes. He really shouldn't have left her alone. Then she would still not have gotten any sleep but her mood would have been better. And playful when she mentions her lack of sleep.
“Are they any good? I take it she’s one of those women who cooks?”
/Imagines huge quotes around 'those women' like she means women for hire on an hourly basis/
“The fudge she gave me at Christmas was mouthwateringly good.”
Lois pressed her lips together again.
Perhaps that wasn’t the correct thing to say at this juncture, Romeo.
/cocks eyebrow/
“Promise to not screw up again?” Lois asked.
Promise not to get kidnapped again, Lois?
She lifted her chin and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Try harder.”
They're so cute together. But they really need to do something about that make-up-sex thing.
“Sorry to interrupt, Kent, but Superman said I could reach him through you,” Officer Henderson said from the doorway.
Oooooo, did the burglar pan out?
“There is a jumper at the Lexor Hotel. I thought Superman could…”
Oh dear.
“Henderson, was it?” she asked.
Didn't she just read his nametag?
Oooh. He forgot the brownies as well. Losers, weepers.
See, Officer, Clark doesn’t just like me for my rapier wit and good looks.
“I would appreciate it if you could keep us apprised on the status of your investigation.”
He raised a skeptical eyebrow. “That’s not how this works.”
And that's how you turn innocent shop girls into crime-stalking trouble magnets.
“Daniel Scardino? You’re Daniel Scardino!”
He smiled at her and her knees went weak.
Okay, I thought you're Clark's committed girlfriend?
“I loved you in Resurrection where you played the FBI agent trying to find the bomber who blew up that pretty blonde D.A. You were so romantic. I even dreamed once that I was the reporter whom you plied with gifts and shared sweet kisses with.” Lois sighed.
Oh dear. An actor. And where do I know that plot from?
Okay, Lane. I’ve got to put a stop to this. You’re gushing.
Boyfriend. Jealous. Clark. Dead actor.
This is a dream come true. Daniel Scardino! Wow!
“Because you’re dating Superman,” he simply replied.
Lois’s heart hit her feet and rebounded back up into her chest with a thud.
Yes. Clark. Boyfriend. Double standard.
This guy? Superman? I think not.
But good enough to gush over him? Lois, you really need to make up Ivy's mind. And figure out whether you want to get down and dirty with your boyfriend or any overrated actor out there.
Lois slammed down the receiver.
I'm sensing a server girl calling out to Lex Luthor at the party on Friday.
Suddenly an explosion shook the restaurant. Lois jumped to her feet. It had come from behind her. The same direction Superman had just flown a few minutes before.
Lex isn't loosing time, is he?
Linda King was inside the barricade and was just pushing herself to her feet. Superman bent down and scooped her off the ground. She had a minor cut on her forehead that was bleeding. Eagerly that blonde reporter wrapped her arms around Superman’s neck as he took off into the air.
That's likely not good.
“Superman and I are just friends,” she said again, believing her words were becoming more true by the second.
Somebody's jealous!
Great fun. Except for the wait between.
Michael
