lois tries hard not to get too lost in all things clark kent. he was just so . . . tender , so lovely. add that with the fact he was quite good looking and the pulitzer winner felt like she was ready to melt. “ i’m just good at reading people . . . you’re a foodie , kent. ” »
clark’s smile pulled a little wider, tired but real, and for a moment it softened everything else — the chaos of the day, the story on the screen, even the hum of the empty newsroom.
“you’re reading my mind,” he said, voice low with ⠀ ⟣
« lois feels her heart flutter and her stomach clench pleasantly. the ticking of the clock fills the silence before she pushes off and clears her throat. “ alright let me call it in so it’s ready when i go pick it up. ” she moves ways , heading to her desk and »
he looks every bit the picture of a man that has not left the office. undone shirt , loosened tie and his hair just the right amount of messy. and yet with all of that , he doesn’t look a single bit tired. wouldn’t that be nice ? not to have to worry about the bags »
“guess that makes two of us,” clark said softly, his voice carrying that familiar warmth that always seemed to settle between them like a favorite song. his eyes lingered on her — just a second longer than they probably should ⠀ ⟣
« under your eyes etc , etc.
lois looses herself momentarily in the blue of his eyes , the sweetness of his smile and the warmth of his tone. blinking , she hums and taps her fingers on the metal. “ well since you’re here and it looks like neither of us will be »
glow catches on the screen and her heart does a little flip at the smile that stretches on his lips. she mirrors it. “ you know i live here. ” folded arms rest on the panel , chin resting on her forearms.
“ i could ask you the same thing. ”
clark glanced up, the soft glow of the screen catching in his glasses. a slow, familiar smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“lois,” he said, like her name alone made the night better. “thought you called it hours ago.”
he leaned⠀ ⟣
the sound of boots against polished floor is easily picked upon even for those without super hearing. the office is empty except for one cubicle close to hers. lois slides up and leans on the small panel wall , looking down at clark.
“ hey kansas. ”
the newsroom had emptied hours ago, but clark was still at his desk. his jacket was slung over the back of his chair, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. the screen glowed in the dark as he typed a story about the waterfront explosion.