Hi Corrina!
As they drove back to the field for the seventh load, Lois asked Clark how many more he estimated were left.
They did manage a lot!
Clark jumped down from the tray and turned to Lois. She stepped away from the wall and slid her hands past his ribs to meet behind his back, enclosing him in her embrace. She felt his arms surround her and then tighten.
Awwww look who’s touchy feely when she’s happy
“Go to the house and have a shower. Jack and I will finish up here and be over soon.”
I wonder if Clark has a special talent when it comes to salt-based bale drying.
“You’re a lucky bloke, mate.”
CLARK:
JACK: oh, just friends? That mean I got a shot?
CLARK: Nooooooo! You would feel like kissing your sister.
”I’d like to go,” she said. Then she grinned. “I’ll try not to fall asleep.”
Doesn’t want to sleep with Clark in the hay?
“It doesn’t matter if you do,” he said, answering her grin.
See above. Sounds like Clark would like that.
. The decision didn’t have to be made now. She smiled suddenly. “My shoulders are awfully sore.”
Smiling too, he gestured for her to turn around.
She came down easily and jumped to the ground, turning towards him.
And almost into his raised arms.
She stopped. He stopped.
She smiled. He smiled.
She… or maybe he… leaned forward.
And suddenly, they were kissing.
Also, it’s late. It’s time for Clark to take Lois to bed. (Sorry, my English no good.)
Not light. Not quick. Not meaningless.
Full. And rich. And deep.
As the dam broke inside him, Clark’s arms surrounded her and enclosed her against his body.
Then again, they might agree with above sentiment.
And then, she lurched away, turning from him.
Oh no, she woke up!
“What have we done?” she breathed.
Nothing. Yet.
She stopped a foot away and said, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
No, she did not plan on kissing the farm worker. The writer did.
LOIS: But..I am a writer!
“The kiss. The concern. The friendship. The more than friendship. You. Me. Us.”
On the plus side, she’ll be pacing in Perry’s office by day after tomorrow if we follow the lucky Leon timeline.
“Did you plan this?” she asked.
Yes, the entire village is in on it.
So you like me? In that way?”
Let’s just hope he never kissed Bess.
It was time for truth. “Lois, I am in love with you.”
Fascinating. I never knew a human could leave behind a cloud of dust outside of comics.
It’s awful,” she said. “I’m a city reporter. You’re a Kansas farmer.”
Yes but they have mystery in farmland, too!
“Which leaves me with the choice. Either I give up my dream and my career and the life I had chosen for myself. Or I give up… this.”
Poor dear!
. “The two things I’ve always wanted – someone amazing to share my life and to be the best reporter in the United States. I always hoped I could have both.”
She could report on weather and crops. It’s important work!
He enfolded her in his arms. “Lois,” he said. “We will find a way. We will work out something.”
He could still commute. Most of Lois’s more…interesting work happens at night anyway.
LOIS: Just like Cat’s.
“Good. I think we should enjoy being together tomorrow. And the day after that if you’re still here. And the day after that.”
/Cocks eyebrow/
I fell in love with you, too.”
Awwwwww
He couldn’t even imagine that conversation. He could – far too easily – imagine the fallout.
Losing Lois.
Seeing her shock.
Experiencing her rejection.
Oh boy.
She was a reporter. Who would have an earth-shattering story –
Yes but ‘I dated an alien’ is not Page One but rather Cat’s Corner.
NUNK: It’s page one in the Whisper.
“I love you, Clark,” she said. “That’s a great start.”
“The best,” he murmured.
Then, he kissed her.
And the mountains receded again.
oh, *that’s* how you planned on resolving this sticky situation
Well, that’s the end of Story 1.
There will be a significant wait for Story 2. I’ve barely started writing, although the plot is in place.
/Carefully lays out morsels of FDK to entice author/
Also, we’d keep the lights on regardless of this cliffhanger! No need for torture
What a wonderfully sweet tale. Yes, it was free of drama and a-plot, but then again every one of your works is a new endeavor! No go and use the warm season to get inspired for the conclusion
Michael
Omg, I'm dying. That's an amazing line.