Actually, she had said “chicken,” but then claimed to be talking about dinner.
It was almost laughable. He would take risks to make love with his wife, but he wouldn’t take any about being seen without his glasses.
Well, he gets nothing out of being seen sans glasses.
He x-rayed the area and finally found the glasses, half-buried in the wet sand. One of the lenses broken. Terrific.
Well, Lois tried her best to get rid of them?
Superman rearranged the charcoal to the correct position and had it started two seconds later. Thank you, heat vision.
He’s playing with fire.
“Did you just stop by to rescue a damsel in distress, Superman, or did you come for chicken?”
Both?
“Nice to meet you,” replied Superman with another nod. He avoided shaking hands as Superman whenever possible.
Huh. He’s playing on “nothing happened that day”?
How could Lois have told her sister about last night?
Down boy!
“I don’t want to make any woman a target for criminals.” So, he married her instead.
*G*
“Pity,” mumbled Lucy.
Jimmy shot his possible girlfriend a disturbed look. “And you wouldn’t do that to CK,” he defended Superman, even though Clark heard a hint of uncertainty to his friend’s tone.
Well, Superman does have a reputation with the ladies.
“I’m sure Lois would prefer an hour on the beach with her husband to an hour with me,” Superman said innocently.
Actually, she’d prefer an hour with both?
Oooh. A whole weekend at the beach with Lois. Superman raised a hand to his mouth to cover his smile.
Sorry, Linda. The real Superman’s into guys. You just met his boyfriend, Clark.
Linda’s jaw fell open, ignoring his hand. “No way! You’re Lois’s boyfriend? You? And the Ice Queen? Never!”
“Wife! You married Lois Lane? Are you nuts? The woman is a deadly killer! She murdered her first boyfriend!”
Yep, totally coocoo.
His wife would not be happy to hear of him bumping into her old foe. Especially with his lips. Again.
/imagines Jimmy: “Wow, Lois, you won’t believe this. Linda King was there. She was totally deranged. Smooching Superman like…like… I’ve never seen a display like that. Lois? Lois, why are you digging around that lead box…?”
Lois shot him a glare. “The skin burned because of the sauce. It happens. Did you get any good photos of Superman?” she asked.
Aaaahhhmm…
“You know, Lois, thanks a lot for the …” He cleared his throat. “… food, but I should really get these negatives back to the newsroom and develop them. Scoop the Met Star for the morning edition.” He set his untouched plate down on the table.
Lois watched as Lucy gratefully followed suit. “That’s so true!” she agreed with him too enthusiastically.
Lucy gazed at him sadly and sighed. “It’s been really nice having you as my brother-in-law, Clark. A real adventure.”
Quickly, he heat zapped both of their plates so the food at least it wouldn’t be bloody or even pink.
*G*
Clark did a silent prayer thanking God for his invulnerability and took a bite. “Not bad.” Bad was too nice a word for how this chicken tasted. Horrible was a more accurate description. Horrendous and nauseating would work as well.
*G* It tastes like that time I managed to forget how to fly and landed in the middle of a … farm?
“Well, technically…” Clark’s voice faded as he stopped himself from telling her that he had actually finished the cooking of the chicken with his heat vision.
The doors to the elevator opened and their first full day as reporters for the Daily Planet began.
/waits patiently – okay, imitates patience – till 2012/
Michael
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