@CallHimHope “It’s.... it’s nothing, Clark.”
She insisted, though her gaze was still yet to meet the aliens, everything remaining the same but for one tiny crack in her stoic expression, a shaky breath.
@CallHimHope + could do was keep her gaze trained on the open word document on her laptop, scolding her features into one that wouldn’t show any emotion.
“Clark, I’ve got an article to write—.”
She’d lost count of how many times she’d said those same words today. The easy excuse. +
@IdealHeroism + she wore, though considering his hands were dancing around the hem of the shirt, she doubted that would be a problem for much longer.
“Maybe add a couple more minutes to that schedule.....”
@IdealHeroism Lois could feel his strong grip on her hips, as her arms draped over his broad shoulders, craning her neck back to allow him full access as he peppered kisses all along the smooth skin.
The only thing stopping his lips from dipping any lower would be the Superman t-shirt +
@IdealHeroism “And I always will be by your side.” She’d grin against his lips as they kissed again, eventually moving so she could hook her legs over his lap, instead of being behind him the dark-haired woman was now straddling his lap on the side of the bed.
“You sure you can’t stay +
@IdealHeroism She’d place the coffee down on the tray as Clark came to sit, moving the breakfast over to the nightstand as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. “Not daydreaming, no. The journalist was right there with him through it all.”
Leaning over his shoulder, +
@IdealHeroism + boy. You might know him—.”
She’d joke, lowering her hand as the sunlight became less intrusive, her gaze now on him.
“So, are you going to work or.... your ( other ) work?”
@IdealHeroism Lois would squint a little at the sudden source of light coming from outside, raising a hand to shield her eyes from it while simultaneously reaching for the coffee with the other, bringing it to her lips.
“Thank you. And yeah, I did. Had a nice dream about a certain farm +
{ Starter for @KindKryptonian }
Lois stood near enough the center of her apartment, the place she’d been calling home for the past however many months. Investigating, writing, escaping. But it was time to go back to her life.
“Did you bring the boxes?” She’d ask, +
@KindKryptonian + the same old Leviathan case again. It’s a hard one to crack.” Even Batman couldn’t find out the identity, just yet.
“And you? I heard Superman went to space for a little bit—.” She’d comment, finishing off packing her clothes as she did a final once over, making sure she +