Next Chapter will move things along in the story.
Once again self edited and cause of how i feel I can't promise anything resembling perfection. I'll try and better it later.
If there was ever a sign that something was wrong it was silence from Lois when she would normally be talking up a storm. It had come to a point now where Clark found even he didn’t care for uncomfortable silences. She was infecting him slowly.. hearing her talk, even ranting, at a mile a minute was soothing.
So it could be said that at this moment Clark was anything but soothed. In fact, as he shifted in the driver seat of his truck he was beginning to feel paranoid. Did she suspect something? Did she know he hadn’t really gone back to the truck and slipped on a patch of ice, his lame explanation for being gone so long.
When he came back to the tree he had expected a verbal firing squad of questions. Instead she had accepted his lousy excuse with barely an eyebrow raise. That was definitely not Lois. Despite the fact he did not enjoy being under scrutiny, he found it comforting in a way that Lois would atleast be curious to his whereabouts. Yes, she generally accepted whatever he told her but not without first teasing or even being annoyed for at least a moment.
“Lois..”
She continued to stare out the window. Lois had alternated between clearing her throat and pulling strange wide eyed expressions he'd catch in the reflection of the window whenever he glanced at her, which was frequently.
“Lois..”
At the slightly sharper tone Lois turned her head with a “Hmm?” she was back in the wide-eyed look.
Clark raised a brow.
“Lois are you okay? You haven’t said much since I came back from getting the axe.”
Blinking Lois sighed, “oh uh.. just thinking Clark. You know preparing in advance for the holiday chaos. Who knows what stories will land in our laps.” Once again doing the strange throat clearing thing.
Clark frowned, “Mostly we get kitten adoption stories unless something big and unusual happens.” He mentally added that there better not be any big and unusual events during Christmas.
When Lois didn’t immediately respond Clark continued, “Did I do something? I know I’ve had another one of those days today which I am really sorry about Lois.”
After another few seconds in which Lois mentally berated herself for getting into such a state that Clark thought he had done something wrong, she smiled softly at him. “Oh no, Smallville, its fine. I do think you may need a doctor check up soon though.” She gave him a wink.
Clark looked lost so Lois added, “You know with misplacing the axe. I know you pulled it out when we arrived and yet had to go back for it, then you slip on the ice and that doesn’t even count all the issues you had before we even took off this morning. I'm starting to seriously think you are suffering from sort of premature dementia. And Smallville, I am not going to be your babysitter if that is the case.”
Trying not to smile at the tease, Clark managed to pull off a convincing pained expression. “So you'd leave me on my own?”
“Not on you’re own.” Lois pressed her lips in her own attempt not to smile.“I'd visit. As if I’d let those lips go to waste.. “
Clark felt his jaw actually drop a little at that. Lois laughed when he glanced at her before giving a partial shrug, “What? If you were me you wouldn’t be able to waste that either” she pointed at his lips.
He really couldn’t comment on his own lips since he didn’t think of them that way, though he definitely had an opinion on hers and found his eyes tracking down to them.
Lois caught it and smiled knowing exactly what he wanted but he was driving so it would have to wait, that didn’t mean she couldn’t tease. She slowly licked her lips and smirked when Clark gave out a half groan/sigh before returning his complete attention to the road.
All the attention he could muster when desperately fighting the desire to pull over and kiss his girlfriend senseless.
Several minutes later Clark pulled up to Grace's the little gift and trinket store in Smallville. Lois grinned at the sign, she always loved the little store especially around Christmas because of all the beautiful figurines and village sets. It brought with it a memory of shopping at a little shop just like it as a small child with her mother. The memory was hazy on its own, however it was brought to life once more in her minds eye every year in that little place.
She turned to look at Clark and found him watching her. “Come on lets go?” Smiling, he tipped his head at the door.
“So I get to find out what the mysterious package is?”
“Who says its a package? Could be a card. ”
“Considering we are getting it from here its not a far leap. I highly doubt you’d make the trip for a card. It has to be an item, which makes it a package.”
Opening his door Clark shot back at her, “True, but you have to wait till we get to the farm. Have a look around while I pick it up..” He wasn’t unaware of how much she liked Grace's during the holidays, remembering from previous years when she would jump at the chance to go.
Lois followed him out of the truck and took his hand as they walked in, fighting the urge to sneeze.
~You can do this Lane.. you are not sick.~
Lucky for her the sneeze that did escape wasn’t loud and was covered by the Christmas music playing softly in the background.
As it was every year, the little trinket shop was transformed, surviving year after year by being known for the unique or hard to get and that included even christmas décor. Hand made ornaments dangled from the ceiling while others sat on shelves, catching the pretty shimmery light of the christmas tree that sat in the corner. A christmas theme'd train set ran in one corner with a similar themed village set placed around it.
Before she knew it, Lois was whisked off to another time and place, smelling the christmas cookies, hearing the holiday music and the babble of voices speaking a foreign language. She could almost feel her mothers hand wrapped around hers.
“Look at this Lo.. isn't it pretty” Ella knelt down showing off the little angel figurine.
Nodding, Lois smiled and tentatively touched the figure who had her head turned up as if looking at the sky or falling snow flakes. Arms out spread with a face of wonder.
“Pretty.. keep mama?”
“Not today. Maybe next time... today though we are going to get us a star for on top of the tree. You can help me choose.” Picking up the nearly four year old and letting her gaze at all the pretty stars that adorned a higher shelf.
Silver, gold and even other colours. Some had words scrolled on them in delicate filigree. All shined and shimmered in the young hazel eyes like promises of good things to come. Ella watched her give each star her complete attention as if choosing the right one was the most important task in the world.
Smiling to herself, she told Lois the story of the Christmas star and how the shepards and wiseman used it to guide them. Lois gave no indication she was listening but Ella told her anyway. She knew enough to know that Lois was soaking up every word, not much got past the little girl.
“That one!” Lois almost squealed at the pretty gold and silver star in the corner. Twinkling like it belonged in the heavens. All the while it reminded her of the snowflakes her mother and her had watched fall just the day before.
Ella put Lois down and gently lifted the chosen star bringing it down to Lois' level. They shared a smile between them. “You have lovely taste Lo.. its perfect! I think daddy is going to love it”
Clark stood at the counter waiting for Mrs. Davidson to return with his package. His eyes drifted as they usually did to Lois, inevitably drawn to her like a magnetic force pulled at him. She was beautiful wrapped up, face slightly flushed from the weather, Christmas lights catching the highlights in her hair as she went down an aisle.
She seemed to be lost in her thoughts, face set with concentration but slight flickers across her features hinted at pleasant thoughts or memories. He was mesmerized by how she moved, the way her fingers traced along decorations. He forgot where he was till he heard an amused throat clearing and turned to find Mrs. Davidson's smiling face kindly watching him. The older woman's eyes sparkled as if she knew something he didn't.
“I see you and Lois are an item now” she remarked. Never one to beat about the bush but her tone and manner was grandmotherly. Despite her bluntness and even sometimes prying words, Clark had always liked her, felt safe enough to answer her with as much honesty as he could growing up.
He blushed a little and threw a glance back at Lois. Grace nodded with a smile and placed the box on the counter, “Am I to take it that this is for her?”
“Yes. Well sort of..”
“I see..one of those special memories huh. No worries young man..as my grand daughter would say, I got ya covered. Now while she is busy”Grace noted Lois being drawn further down the aisle to little angel figurines. “Lets have a look. Make sure this is what you want.”
Clark nodded and peered into the box as Grace lifted the lid. He smiled and glanced back at Lois before meeting Grace's eyes. “It's perfect.”
“Wonderful!” Grace put the lid back on and and tied a lovely red ribbon around the box and into a bow with deft hands. Despite the age in the slender fingers they worked with years of experience and love, a gentle recognition of why her store had survived the years.
“Alright, that's done. You are, I hope, going to treat her to more then this pretty here?” Grace asked with a look.
“Yes, of course. This was just I guess..”
“A spur of the moment thing. It's very sweet.. you are a credit to your parents. If my John was as thoughtful as you he wouldn't have a need to complain of being lonely.” She placed the box in the small sack as Lois made her way to the counter. “Keep treating her right and I think that smile I've been seeing on your face lately is bound to keep.”
Clark didn't get a chance to respond to her last remark before Lois was by his side. “Hi Mrs. Davidson..” She greeted cheerfully, placing decorated Christmas pens on the counter, the three pens had reindeer or santa heads on springs that wobbled from motion.
At Clark's raised brow Lois shrugged, “I'm trying to be festive”
Grace didn't miss the amused and some what adoring expression that crossed over the mans face. Picking up the pen's, Grace playfully admonished. “Ah, Lois how many times do I tell you girl..it's Grace. Not even my mail man is so formal. I won't have it.”
“I'm sorry Grace.” Lois gave a small laugh, “I should know better.”
“Yes, you should. And since you're here.” She rang up the pens as well as placing a small wrapped box on the counter. “That's 16.40 hun, I'm just pleased to see you. You seem happy..”
Lois glanced at Clark resisting the urge to take his hand, and ignored his questioning look on the box. He had his secrets, she had hers. “ I am. I'd be happier if we could get some snow.” Sliding her card over.
“Oh, I know. As much as I don't care for being snowed in I do like a bit of the fluff on Christmas morn." She glanced between them. “Makes those cuddles by the fire all the sweeter if you ask me”.
Lois stared for a second before looking at Clark with the message ' She knows'. The response back was a 'I didn't tell her' face. Lois sighed and pressed her lips with a 'you gave it away somehow' expression which earned her a 'No, I didn't!'.
Grace placed the items in the bag appearing oblivious though perfectly aware of the silent conversation.
She looked back up to find them both suddenly turning to look at her as if they hadn't been doing a thing. Young love, Grace thought.
Lois cleared her throat when she felt the tickle and grabbed at the first thought in her head, “Yeah, a warm fire would be nice. All wrapped up with family around. Lots of family.." she trailed off realizing how obvious that was.
Clark sighed and refrained from rolling his eyes. “Thank you Grace! I hope you have a Happy Holiday! Tell Mr. Davidson I said Hi.”
“I sure will Clark and a Merry Christmas to you both. I hope we get that snow for you Lois.. and don't be a stranger. You need to come around during Valentines day!”
Eyes gone wide Lois stammered, “Yeah ..sure I will Grace. Thank you!”Making a beeline for the exist as gracefully as she could. Once outside, with Clark following close behind her, she managed to muffle a sneeze.
Waiting for him to say something about it he instead asked, “Why didn't you tell me you had something to pick up here?”
Smirking Lois climbed into the truck, “ Like I'm going to give away all my secrets. I was going to pick it up on Monday though now as good of time as any. Just don't think I'm telling you what's in the box. You have to find out on Christmas morning.”
Clark grinned, “Oh.. for me?”
Laughing Lois rolled her eyes, "What are you twelve now?.. Maybe it's for Shelby.”
“If you say so Lois.”
The trip to the farm was eventful in a subdued underhanded way. Lois wasn’t sure how she managed to cover for the cough and sneezes without arising suspicion out of Clark. How in the world was she suppose to do this? Spend the day and evening with him when she felt like her nose was trying to betray her.
If Clark wasn't already getting an inkling he would have it soon. She was running out of ways to cover it and unable to think of any excuses to get out of movie night. Not that she really wanted to. Movie nights were a fairly regular and enjoyable part of their relationship. It involved things like..kissing but also was just a time of being friends. Which she liked. No work, no pressure, just them and today included decorating a tree. The tree she had chosen.
No tinkling cough or damn sniffle was going to ruin her time with Clark.
Just how though was she going to pull this off?
It was why the short ride from the shop left Clark feeling like he was in a tension minefield.
Every time he looked over at her she'd quickly look out the window. She'd start to say something to him only to suddenly clear her throat. Several times he heard her sniff and asked if she was okay, only to get a death glare and her denying anything was wrong.
To say he was confused was an understatement. Where was the mind reading skill when he really needed it.
Speaking of mind reading he had yet to hear from her about the promises he was suppose to fufill. At the mention of it he’d only gotten a smirk in return before she changed the subject.
Lois wasn’t sure how she had managed to hide that she was definitely coming down with a cold. If Clark had noticed he wasn't showing it, only remarking once that she looked a little flushed.
By the time they were nearing the Kent farm Lois' voice sounded a little hoarse, and the tickling cough was demanding more attention ,which meant more throat clearing in an attempt to keep from coughing. The battle was in vain, sooner or later she'd be found out. Her body was against her, it felt like she had lead in her legs and a weight in her chest.
Trying not to appear like she felt Lois plastered a smile on her face, which sent more alarm bells off for Clark who was completely bewildered by, and suspicious of, her behavior. There was an inkling that something was definitely not as it seemed with her. The sneeze outside the shop being the biggest clue.
Lois followed Clark inside thinking it was going to be a long day between decorating a tree and pretending to be well.
“You're mean.” Said in the typical Lois Lane declarative matter of fact way but she was pouting. A side of her he was now privy to seeing and enjoying immensely. It was both fun and exhilarating to explore what responses he could get out of her at times. Pouting was one of his favourites.
“Lois, you'll be opening it soon enough.” He noted how she was pushing her food around her plate. Lois always had a hearty appetite. So it was surprising to see her uninterested in food. Even the desire to open the gift wouldn't put Lois off eating. So what was wrong?
“You okay?”
Lois head shot up from looking at her plate that she couldn't seem to eat. Her stomach felt off. “I'm fine.. Just not as hungry as I thought I was.” She replied while mentally chanting – you're not sick, you're not sick. Mind over matter..er illness. Whatever.
As chants go it was a little messy.
Frowning, Clark decided to let it drop for now. Smiling softly, he asked before taking a bite of his food, “So promises? Have you decided yet? Last night you were a little..evasive when we dropped off the food donations.”
Lois smirked, “ I'm still weighing my options. What are you in a hurry? Feeling guilty?” Resting her chin in her palm as she leaned towards him. Eyebrow raised somewhat seductively, somewhat teasingly.
She loved watching him trying to figure her out.
“Lois, you know I feel bad about how things have been lately.” He tilted his head to the side. “You're plotting something.”
Pretending to be shocked Lois shook her head, “No.. never. Maybe I just want to explore all my options.”
“Hmm.. Well whenever you’re ready to call on the promises is fine with me Lois.”
“Why won't you let me open it? " She practically whined,turning the subject to what was driving her crazy all evening. The pretty blue box, with white snowflakes and its red bow, sat taunting her from the counter. Clark was mean for leaving it in the open. Even with her back turned to it, she knew it was there. Mockingly asking to be opened.
Clark smiled, “I will in about ten minutes. You've gotten worse with presents.”
“Have not!”
“Lois, that first Christmas with you here you weren't half as bad.”
“That's cause I snuck down and peaked..well at the gift you parents bought me, yours was wrapped so badly I was too afraid to open it without tearing it to pieces.”
“I know.. it occurred to me later when you pulled that face.” He replied with a grin.
Lois huffed and sat back and rubbed her nose absentmindedly, “If there ever was a gift designed to get rid of a house guest that was one.”
Clark scowled a little back, “I meant it to be thoughtful.”
“Well, I had your parents support. I think your dad was going to have fit.”
“Now you're exaggerating.” Enjoying the twinkle in her eye, the back and forth between them. Suddenly struck by a memory of his parents being the same way. Christmas at the Kent house had always been filled with happy memories growing up.
“Clark, tell your father I can hold my dumplings hostage if he doesn't stop his teasing.” The red head had tried to hide the smile threatening her face. Managing to scowl as she looked at Jonathan while addressing her son.
Ten year old Clark went to add but found his father responding first, “Son, tell your mother that I am not going to ruin the surprise even if I miss out on her famous dumplings.”
Clark glanced back and forth between his parents. They were using his name but neither seemed to be seeing him. At the idea of missing out on dumplings Clark swallowed his bit of food down quickly and protested.
“No.. Mom. Please not the dumplings!”
Martha grinned this time before folding her arms, “Sorry Clark. This is war.. he's being a mean tease.”
Jonathan shook his head, fork suspended as he looked thoughfully at his wife, “No. I am trying to build antipication.”
“Anticipation to what? Pushing me over the limit?”
“If that was the case we'd have had this talk already Martha Kent.”
Martha gave him a look before turning to Clark, “How about I make you whatever you want. Cookies, cake..you name it. In return you tell me what it is your father has cooked up.”
“Hey! see here..” Jonathan started only to receive another writhing glare.
Clark squirmed in his seat as he looked back and forth between them before settling on his mother with a grin, “The double fudge cookies?”
“I can do that.”
“Martha..”
“Jonathan, I'm negotiating with our son please hush”
Clark tried to bite back a laugh and failed, getting a look from his dad, “Sorry..”
Martha stood from the table, “Double fudge cookies it is. Only on the condition you tell me right now.”
“Clark, you tell her and you'll be mucking the back stalls.”
“What?!”
Now both looked at him waiting. No cookies or muck out the worst stalls... Both his parents were dead serious even if it was all for fun. Being caught in the middle had its definite perks and downfalls. Question was which was worth more.
Decision was made when Martha pulled the fudge she'd been saving out of its canister.
“Sorry dad.. it's mom's cookies!”
Martha looked over at Jonathan and gloated. Never mess with a city girl who can bake.
Lois giggled remembering back to her first Christmas with the kents. His gift hadn’t bothered her, at the time she had been quite impressed.“Okay, so I exaggerate a little but he did tell say it wasn't very gentlemanly.”
Clark shook his head lightly and smiled, finishing his plate and standing. Lois glanced up sharply. “I can open it now.”
“Let's clear the table first.” He took her plate.
“This is no time for farmboy manners Smallville” Lois began following him into the kitchen. Watching Clark go through the motions of cleaning up and feeling impatient.
Amused, Clark watched her out of the corner of his eyes as he rinsed the plates, then caught sight of the mistletoe hanging between the living room and kitchen. Drying off his hands he took one of hers and lead her towards the living room.
“Hey..my present is over there.” Lois complained, eyes never leaving it till she found herself standing under the arch. “What are we doing?”
“Something which I’ve wanted to do all afternoon” His arms went around her. His eyes taking on the look that told her he had one thing on his mind and it wasn’t talking. "You’ve been very elusive Lois Lane.” His eyes tracked up to the mistletoe before falling back on her face with that sexy slight smile he loved using.
Lois raised a brow and returned his sexy smile with one of her own,“Maybe you haven’t deserved a kiss tormenting me and all.”
“Mmm..” Clark leaned down to steal the kiss but Lois twisted right out of his arms and almost dived for the present. Clark sighed, hanging his head.
The diving motion made her back and shoulders ache, another warning for the impending doom she was soon to face. Lois grunted at it and spun back around with the gift in her hands. Once again reminding herself she could get through the night without tipping Clark off. If her nose and cough remained calm, body ache's didn't get worse, and the slight pounding in her head kept a steady low beat, she'd be fine. Just fine..right?
“Now.. No more Clark!”
Laughing Clark tilted his head to the tree. “Alright, open it.”
Lois moved closer to the tree. Tentatively unwrapping the bow and removing the ribbon as she did, she placed it down on the arm of the sofa. The box was big enough that she couldn't hold it and remove the top of it while standing so Clark held out his hands with a gentle smile. She placed the box on his palms and lifted the lid, holding a breath as she did.
There was tissue inside covering the contents, peeling it back Lois gasped at the sight of silver and gold twinkling before her. She glanced up at Clark then to the top of the tree unsure how to feel. Touched and yet feeling a sense of guilt.
“Oh Clark.. I never..” Feeling at a loss for words.
“Do you like it?” He felt nervous and it showed in his tone. Her eyes told him one thing but the slight frown on her face said another.
Lois looked at him, gently taking the poinsettia gold and silver star out of its box, “Clark, its beautiful and Yes I love it! It's just.. where's your dad's Angel?” Feeling a little disappointed in herself for forgetting that it usually rested at the top of the tree.
Clark took the box and sat it down gently before going over to the mantel above the fire. Sitting there was the worn and some what ragedy Angel tree topper, now on a wooden stand. “I felt it needed a new home.”
“I'm glad, I thought for a second you” She shook her head, “I should have known you'd never get rid of it.”
“You were worried I was replacing it with the star.” He came back over to her, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. “Lois, mom had already suggested retiring the angel, its when I remembered the story you told my dad about your mom and her love for Christmas stars.”
Lois gazed down at it and back up at Clark feeling a little emotional. Amazed at his memory and thoughtfulness. “Smallville.. It's almost exactly like the one my mom had. Thank you!”
“You're welcome. You're family Lois.. and I think its time we put the star where it belongs don't you?”
Lois nodded. Firmly and with a gentle touch she held the star up, letting the lights from the christmas tree shimmer off it and reflect in her eyes.
Clark raised a brow at her when she failed to move, “I can go get the ladder.”
Snapped out of her thoughts on Jonathan Kent. Lois glanced up at him,“Why do we need a ladder when we have you..” She grinned wanting to take full advantage at seeing him work his physique and any excuse to touch him was a plus in her book. Now atleast she didn’t have to try to hide the desire like she use to. Back when he first started working at the Planet she would make up excuses not only to hide her attraction but also pretend she didn’t feel it.
It was a good thing, a very good thing, Lois thought that she had no need to now. She’d go crazy, especially with him in the dark blue tight fitting long sleeved shirt he was sporting. It clung to his chest and arms, outlining every muscle. Feeling suddenly warm Lois held up her arms.
“Right then Smallville. I know you can handle it. Lift me up..” Clark had his turn feeling warm at the sexy smirk Lois wore on her face.
Anyone else and Clark would have tried to appear weaker, deny he could do it. Lois, however, not only had lived on the farm with him, watching him do his chores at times but had experienced first hand his strength via lifting. Even if she had no clue it was super strength she did know he was strong. There simply was no point in denying the request. Besides he couldn't pretend he wasn't looking forward to touching her even if it was just to hold her up long enough to put the star on the top of the tree.
“Alright, let me know if I hurt you.”
Clark placed his hands gently on the sides of her waist right on and above her hips. The touch even through the fabric of her shirt sent electricity through them both. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed back and forth a few times as their eyes locked. The moment was broken when Lois felt the tickle in her throat again and cleared it, cursing herself afterward. Whether it was for the cough she was trying to deny she had or ruining the moment, she wasn't sure.
Bending slightly so as to look like he had to brace himself, Clark lifted her up with a slight grunt. Her stomach was level with his face, her shirt brushing his cheek, the scent of her spiced cherry body spray filled his lungs. He resisted the urge to bury his face into her, touch her skin.
Lois found herself holding her breath like it would make her lighter. She quickly tried placing the star on top of the tree, half worried that not only would she tax Clark's strength but being held like that would begin to hurt. When the star became difficult and she was forced to do a little repositioning, she found being held up wasn't hurting her. The way Clark held her up was not only secure but gentle belying the intensity of his strength.
There was no way Lois could ever deny how hot she found it.
“Done..” the word came out in a breathless whisper. Her heart was beating so hard and fast she wouldn't have been surprised if he could hear it.
For a split second, Clark was unsure on how to bring her down. He could easily without effort but to keep up appearances he had to choose how. His hands and body made the choice for him, he brought her closer and let her slide down his front. He wasn't sure why he did, though it provided a soft landing for her and the physical contact was like fire erupting between them. Sparking and licking up their skin. Her shirt slide up just a little, brushing against his fingers.
Lois could feel the heat rise up inside of her at his touch, the way it felt to slide down him. When their faces met the desire to press her lips to his, to taste him flooded over with fresh heat, tempered only by the thought if she was sick she didn't want to get him sick either.
A translation wasn't required for her to read the desire in his own eyes. As she stopped held up by his strong arms cupped under her bottom, her legs having found themselves wrapped around him. There it was again the overwhelming need to be close to him, to finally cross over that bridge. It was echoed back to her in the way he was breathing how his eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes and lips.
Caught up in the moment, Clark bent forward to capture her lips, interrupted by a finger suddenly placed on them. “Clark..I..I think”
Did she really have to admit she was sick? Maybe she wasn't and it was all just you know..nothing.
Shaking his head, Clark set her down and when her finger moved from his mouth he captured hers without warning. Lois was only able to give a squeak in surprise before she gave in. Figuring if the farm boy did get sick cause of her it was his own fault.
Her arms find their way around his neck, his own pulled her closer, one hand on the small of her back and the other in her hair. It wasn't long before Lois forgot her concern completely. The brush of lips, dance and tease of their tongues was all that either felt. They eventually pulled away foreheads resting against each other, deep breaths caressed hot skin.
“Maybe we should put on the movie.” Clark suggested though he made no effort to move away.
“Mmm..maybe..” She trailed off. Oh how she wanted more. A part of her so badly wanted to throw all caution, excuses and anything else that tended to stand in the way, out the nearest window. Drag the man off to bed and have her way with him.
Sadly she forced herself to refrain from the urge. Settling for giving him another kiss before being the one to pull away. No longer caught up in the moment she felt a uncomfortable sensation settle over her. One that was unmistakable. Trying to hide how she ached, Lois settled on the sofa, looking up at Clark still standing by the tree.
“We have a movie to watch.. hop tooo AAAaaa.” She tried to fight off the sneeze but failed miserably. It came out loud and quickly followed by several more.
Eyes met. One set wide, the other narrowed. There was silence accept for her sniffling.
Clark continued to hold her sheepish gaze. Everything now made sense. He gave a sigh ,“Lois, do you have something to tell me?”
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