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second as his gaze travelled past her breasts, but he didn’t quite manage it. Eventually he reached her face. Lois’s eyes were slightly cloudy and her cheeks were flushed. He was officially having trouble thinking straight. Or diagonally. Or vertically. Or at all. Silence stretched between them. The flush in Lois’s cheeks was spreading to her throat, and it was doing funny things to his insides. Clark nearly whined when she bit her lip.

“What do you think?” she asked, sounding like she’d forced the words out.

What did he think? He was giving the city of Metropolis a big fat karma for allowing him time to see this

, that’s what he was thinking. Clark cleared his throat and realised his mouth had gone dry. He swallowed. “I think they’re….fine, Lois.” He hadn’t meant to lower his voice like that, it just came out that way. “Are you going to get them?” She nodded. After ten more eternal seconds of hovering there, she disappeared back into the changing room.

Clark unclenched his fists and shook his head to try and clear it of the image of Lois in those jeans. He stood up and took a deep breath as she re-emerged from the changing room in record time. Holding out his hand for the jeans he said quietly “I got you lunch, I hope you like it”. She handed him the jeans and nodded at him. “Thanks, Smallville.” Her eyes were searching his face, uncertain about something. Clark tilted his head and looked at her, frowning slightly. “What’s wrong, Lois?” She looked down and started digging in her purse. “It’s just…I know you said you wanted to get me a new pair of jeans and I told you you better but I didn’t mean you had to take me out today and get a pair because I’m perfectly capable of getting so-“ His hand closed over her wrist, halting her progress and her ramble. Lois looked up at him, eyes wide, and Clark thought he would be quite happy to spend all day looking into her eyes. His hand felt like it had been zapped by electricity.

There was three inches at most between their noses and it would be the easiest thing in the world to close that great distance and press his lips to hers, Clark realised. Lois must’ve had the same thought because her eyes dropped to his lips. All of a sudden, he felt warm. Really

warm. How ironic would it be if he had to help put out a fire that he

started? Clark let go of her wrist and stepped back slightly, his eyes dropping to her lips for a second or two. “Lois, I’ll

get them. I’ll be right back.” With a serious amount of effort, he turned his back to her and walked to the checkout. Having now remembered how to breathe, Clark handed the jeans over to the girl at the checkout, who smiled at him and said “Your girlfriend must be pretty special”. Clark turned slightly to see Lois licking her finger – she must’ve dipped it into the dressing on the bagel. He looked back at the girl now handing him a bag and said with the utmost sincerity, “You have no idea.” Nobody really did know how special Lois was. He knew he was planning on finding out, even if it took him a lifetime.

Having paid for the jeans, Clark made his way back to Lois who was standing at the front door, watching the street. She liked to people watch. Sometimes they had lunch outside so they could sit in comfortable silence and absorb the vitality of Metropolis. She glanced at him and walked out the door, Clark following her and wondering what he could say to break the slightly awkward silence. Sorry I didn’t mean to check you out?

No, that didn’t sound right. Hey Lois, do you know what time it is?

You have your own watch, Clark. Great article on that warehouse explosion?

You told her that twice already.

It was at that moment, as Clark was fumbling for words, that he noticed something right in his line of sight. In Lois’s haste to get out of the jeans that were in the bag he was currently holding, she hadn’t quite dressed herself. The waist band of her pants was a little lower than it should’ve been, and Clark caught a glimpse of her underwear.

She was

wearing a thong.

His dance of victory was interrupted when Lois whipped round to face him. “Smallville!” Crap. Had she caught him? Did she have eyes in the back of her head? She was holding out the two bags containing her lunch and muffin, and her coffee, to him. Automatically he took everything from her and watched as she pulled her phone out of her purse. Oh. It was ringing.

So she hadn’t caught him.

Lois set off towards the Planet, arguing into her phone. It was Randall, their editor, demanding to know where they were. If Clark was not mistaken, she was defending him

to Randall on the grounds that she needed lunch and some air and dragged Clark out with her. He would have to thank her for that. And keep two

bear claws for her. And get her at least another cup of coffee.

What Lois failed to realise was, in her current animated state, she was walking right in front of Clark with her underwear still showing. He nearly whooped for joy when she reached a hand behind her to rub her back for a minute or two, which pulled her shirt up slightly to reveal some skin. And he got the whole view unobstructed… the whole way to the Planet.

He was going to hell over a new pair of jeans for Lois, he just knew it.

Sometimes, Clark really, really

, loved his life.


The End.

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Publication Date: 03-16-2010

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