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It had been a busy day at the Daily Planet. Lois hadn’t even noticed that Clark was gone for most of the day; not until Jimmy had asked if anyone had seen him. He was going to help Clark with a story and take some pictures for it.
“We agreed to leave at three.” Jimmy let know as he typed his friend a text message.
The TV screens around the bullpen had the news on. Superman was being featured after saving the day, which gave Lois an idea of where Clark could be.
“Maybe he’s with his boyfriend; getting the exclusive…whatever.”
After almost three years, Lois was still annoyed that a farmer boy from whatever shithole from Kansas was the only one being granted interviews with the metahuman. She was a Pulitzer Prize winning journalist, and this was insulting in more ways than she could make sense of.
Jimmy laughed.
“What time did you say it was?”
“I didn’t, but it’s 3:05.” Jimmy corrected himself upon checking his phone screen again, “3:06.”
“Oh…shit.” Lois took a sip of her cold coffee and made a face. “I’m running late.”
“Mm.”
“I hope Clark doesn’t make you wait long,” Lois grabbed her backpack purse from her desk. She was also working on her own story; “Would have loved to take you with me, though.”
“If he cancels, I’ll ping you.” Jimmy called out, watching her head out.
Lois gave him a thumbs up as she called for the elevator. “Oh..Shit.” She scratched her head and went back to her station; grab something from her desk; “Is the copier here still—”
“Yep.” Jimmy suggested, “I’ve been using the ones up in the storage. No one goes there, it’s quicker.”
“Because they have to take the stairs?” Lois rolled her eyes; people really were lazy. “Thank you, Jimmy. I owe you one!” She pushed the door to the staircase with her butt before heading upstairs.
He nodded at her as he looked down to his phone. “I hate how he takes forever to reply, what the fuck.” Jimmy was still waiting for Clark to reply.
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The elevator didn’t make it up to the storage room on the top floor. It was only three floors up from the bullpen.
The top floor had direct access to the roof. Ever since Lois had started working at the Daily Planet, no one went up there anymore; tales of it being a crowded space back when people still smoked were still heard. For years, the area had been used to store the old printers which their obsolete technology had made them get abandoned.
It had been a relief to find out that Jimmy kept one of the old copiers plugged and running. It had only taken Lois a couple of minutes to take the copies that she needed and then she was good to go.
On her way out of the storage room, something bizarre and out of place stole her attention. Lois looked up from her phone and blinked: Was that Clark coming out of a janitor closet just now? Her first instinct was to hide against the wall, stay out of his sight; and still be able to follow him with her eyes.
The janitor closet was around the corner from the storage in a small hallway that led to the staircase. Lois observed how he fixed his undone tie and then pushed the staircase door open.
“Oh, Smallville…What are you up to, hm?” With her eyebrow curved up and an amused smirk in her lips, Lois waited for the heavy staircase door to close behind him before she went to inspect.
Biting on her thumb, Lois took a moment in front of the closed closet door. She cleared her throat, fixed her top, and took a breath. Unable to be subtle, she abruptly pushed the door open, aiming to catch whoever was still in there by surprise.
Upon finding the closet empty, her face went from mischievous and playful to confused. “—Figured a nerd like you wouldn’t really...” She sighed, finding herself surprisingly relieved that there wasn’t a half naked woman in there.
Still curious about what a guy like Clark would have been doing in a janitor’s closet — with his jacket over his arm and his tie undone — Lois felt around for the switch to turn the light bulb on. Now that the 5’ x 5’ room was illuminated, nothing looked out of place in the small area. She slowly turned around, scanning every broom and mop as she tried to spot anything that could possibly be out of place or explain why her coworker had just walked out of there.
Lois brought her phone out and sent Jimmy a quick text message: Is Clark dating anyone?
No that I’m aware of. Why? Are you interested? Jimmy had almost immediately replied.
“Ugh.” Lois left him on read and brought her phone up, gently tapping it against her lips: Maybe Clark had still used the janitor closet to hook up and the other person had left first. Lois didn’t know, but she wanted to find out, …and most importantly she was going to; her mind was set to it.
Her phone pinged on her hand. Checking on the notification, she was reminded that she had an appointment to get to. Lois turned the light of the closet off and headed back downstairs.
It had been a few days since Lois had first seen Clark leaving the janitor's closet up in the deck. She never brought it up to him, but had closely started to observe him. She was now noticing when he left and when he came back.
Guilty of being indifferent to his presence in the office before, Lois hadn’t really paid attention to the times when he quietly backed away from the group and left for a while. Completely immersed in her work, she never noticed when he stood up from his desk to leave. As a journalist, she didn’t question his absence either, after all, she was also someone who rushed out of the building to chase a story.
But none of that explained what he was doing in that closet. It had been so out of place that Lois just couldn’t let it go. So far, she was still thinking he had a girlfriend or a situationship going on. And, to her frustration, Lois had shamefully discovered that she cared to entertain the possibility of Clark hooking up with some random woman.
Putting her investigative skills to practice, Lois now had a little side project of her own going on. She couldn’t let go of the realization that Clark might have a girlfriend. There was something about it that made her curious yet slightly uneased and so she needed to find out everything about it: who could this mystery woman possibly be? Lois figured she had to be from the office; maybe that’s where he vanished?
Lois was sitting on her chair, looking up to the TV screen mounted close by. Cat and Jimmy were hanging out with her. They had been chatting when the news stole their attention; Superman had once again saved the day. He had saved dozens of people from an apartment building that had caught on fire. The firefighters were now investigating the root cause.
Quietly munching on a piece of candy, her eyes fell down to Clark’s desk. He had been absent for a little over an hour. Lois ran her fingers down her long hair and tried to be as casual as she could when bringing him up; “Hey Cat,” Lois cleared her throat, “Do you, um, have you heard if…um…if Clark is seeing anyone?” She made a face as she rubbed on her ear.
If anyone in the office would know who was dating whom, that was Cat Grant.
“Clark?” Cat snorted, “Are you really this oblivious…?”
With her eyes lit up, thinking she had found something, Lois nodded. “It’s that obvious, isn’t it?” She smiled; “So…who do we think the chick is?”
“He’s single.” Jimmy licked his lips, finding it impossible to not mess with Lois; “You should get over it and slide into his DMs, already.”
Rolling her eyes, Lois insisted; “That was a genuine question, by the way.”
“He is literally into YOU.” Cat corroborated that they too were being serious; “That poor guy will die trying to get you to notice him.”
Lois grunted. “Not this again...” She dropped her head down and covered her face with her hands.
“He has been in love with you since the minute Perry hired him.” Cat insisted, “He skips a little every time you talk to him.”
“He’s down bad.” Jimmy agreed.
“Okay…time to go back to work.” Lois started rolling her chair back to her desk, “...Forget I ever asked.”
“Yeah. I hate it too.” Cat sounded a little bitter, “If I were you, I would be jumping his bones in a janitor closet…or anywhere really.”
“Ha.” Lois settled at her computer and started typing. She could hear Jimmy laughing as he too went back to his station; “Oh, shut up.”
He laughed louder.
With her back on Jimmy, Lois smiled to herself and then shook her head. She moved some of the clutter she had on her desk and bit on her lip once she found a selfie that she had taken with Clark a few days ago. She had printed it, and kept it nearby.
Among the mess in her desk, Lois had a small notepad. She had been trying to think of things that Clark could be doing in that closet or places where he disappeared to; her notes had her connecting the two. She tapped her pen against the pad for a moment before she brought it to her lips and chewed on it.
As days had gone by, it made her even more desperate to try figuring this out. Not wanting for him to suspect that she was onto him, Lois had restrained herself from following him too closely. But still had paid attention to the people he interacted with. She had also noticed that, most of the time, he was quiet and reserved. Her notes corroborated that he spoke to Jimmy and her the most and then only exchanged a friendly greeting with everyone else — Clark was excessively polite; even to Steve who was a dickhead to him.
There was something strange about Clark that Lois couldn’t put her finger on. So far, she had written down that maybe the answer to this was also in that closet.
“Stupid janitor’s closet…” She couldn’t believe this. She had better shit to do than to obsess about whatever it was that he did there. “Stupid chick he’s hook—” Catching herself on time, she stopped mumbling to herself. She tilted her eyes up from her notes and casually looked around. She let out a sigh of relief once she figured no one had really heard her.
An observation that she had highlighted in her notes was that, ever since meeting Clark, she felt like he was hiding something; maybe the closet would also answer that — “Because apparently, the closet leads to Narnia, or some shit…”
Lois found it hard to believe that the way Clark presented himself was authentic; it was one of those too good to be true types of things. A dork and a nerd? Sure. Polite and attentive? Maybe that’s how people in rural areas were wired. Charismatic and charming? A little too much, but plausible. All those things bundled into one package making a man out of pure sunshine? THAT’s where she drew the line — no one was that pure.
She didn’t realize that she was smiling while drawing a doodle on her pad; she was drawing him, Lois tilted her head as she stayed on his messy curls for a moment. She felt her heart doing a little skip as she added a little curve to his smile; those adorable dimples couldn’t miss on the drawing.
“What are you drawing there?”
It was Jimmy who made her jump in her seat and quickly close her pad. “Nothing.” Lois rested her hand over her chest, feeling her heartbeats peaking up. “It’s for a story. What’s up?”
“I took one for the team.” Jimmy motioned over to Clark’s desk who was back. “I asked him...”
The grin on Jimmy’s face had Lois shifting on her chair. “Wha-what did you as-ask…him?” Her eyes were big, “God, I’m going to kill you.” She muttered, dreading the answer to that.
“Chill.” Jimmy laughed. “I just asked him if he was seeing someone.”
Lois blinked. She frowned and lightly gulped, “Wha-What did he-is-is he?”
With a shrug, Jimmy shared his findings: “He said he went on a date the other day.”
“Oh…” Lois looked down to her hands. “Thanks, Jimmy.” She played with the charms in her necklace and with a smile turned back to her desk.
“It didn’t sound like something he would be pursuing, though.” Jimmy added as he rolled his chair back to his station, “You should ask him out.”
“THANK YOU, JIMMY,” Lois talked over him. With a grunt, she covered her face with her hands and dropped her head down on her desk.
After a moment, Lois sat back up and turned over to Clark’s station.
It didn’t take him long to find her looking over. He smiled and waved.
Lois had been turning in her head the possibility of Clark hooking up with this one woman for too long now, and so she figured that if she wanted a well done research, she would have to do it herself.
Standing up from her place, Lois headed over to Clark and adjusted against his desk, by the column that was right behind it.
“Hey…” She smiled. Looking down to his desk, she found a pen by his monitor and played it between her fingers.
Clark smiled back. “Hi.”
His hands reached over as she reacted to her impulse to bring the pen to her mouth. “Oops. I-I think this is yours-I’m sorry.” She set the pen back down and brought her hands behind her back.
“Yeah. It’s okay. If you want it, you can have it, though.” He grabbed it and offered it. “There’s-there’s plenty where that one came from. I’ll go get another one later.”
“One of these days, I'll end up with ink all over myself.” She motioned around her face, “Promise you’ll tell me if I ever end up with blue lips.”
“Ha. Sure. I-I can do that.” His eyes met hers as he smiled from dimple to dimple.
Lois was smiling back, “Don’t make fun of me when it inevitably happens, though.” Her voice was slightly low but playful.
With blushed cheeks, Clark looked down and ran his fingers over the tidy desk, “I-I know we like to bicker and mess with each other, but—” he shook his head, “I-I wouldn’t…I won’t, promise. But, I’ll have a handkerchief ready to offer.”
Looking up, he found Lois giving him the sweetest of grins. “...That we do.” She could feel her breathing pattern changing, so cleared her throat and rubbed on the back of her neck. “Thank you in advance. That’s so nice of you.”
Not only her breathing had changed but her heartbeasts too. Clark cheekily smiled up at her, but soon after she broke contact. He cleared his throat and adjusted on his chair, pulling himself toward his desk.
Now that he was closer, Lois scented a distinctive smell on him. “Do you smoke?” She lightly leaned in, trying to get a better feel of the ashy smell.
“—What?” Clark looked down to himself and smelt down on the collar and sleeves of his jacket. He also pulled from his shirt and sniffed into it, trying to feel the smell. He shook his head, his clothes didn’t really smell.
Looking around, Lois caught Jimmy and Cat at Jimmy’s station, smiling at her. Rolling her eyes, she brought her attention back to Clark: “Do you want to go out for a smoke?”
“—YOU SMOKE!?” His voice squeaked and his eyes grew horrified.
“No, not really…” She couldn’t help but smile at how concerned he had sounded. “I’m not stu-I’m not that stupid.” She blinked, “—I-I might have smoked a little bit in highschool, but—”
“HIGHSCHOOL!?”
She looked away, the way he had raised his voice had the nearby crew looking over. “Dude, chill...” She murmured, her hand had rested on his for a brief moment before she pulled it away. “It was the mid 2000s…everyone was smoking.”
“No, not everyone…”
“Fine.” She closed her eyes and let him have this one; “Everyone stupid was smoking.”
Clark brought his eyes back up, sheepishly smiling. “Yeah, stupid sounds about right.”
With a light gulp, Lois kept her eyes on him, “So, um, what’s with the smell, then?” She leaned in and in an attempt to mess with him (and get an answer to what was driving her crazy), she added; “I mean, I feel it’s safe to assume your girlfriend doesn’t smoke either.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Yeah. I mean…Jimmy might have…” Lois made a face and brushed her hand, “It came up in a conversation, it-it doesn’t matter.” Once Clark gave her a look, she chuckled; “...What?”
“You mean just earlier when he asked if I had a girlfriend…?” Clark scratched his head.
Blowing her lips, Lois threw her hands up. “Honestly? I-I can’t remember when it was…” She looked away and pursed her lips; maybe it had been way too soon to try to use that as an excuse to ask him about a potential partner.
That realization was her cue to go back to work. She smiled and pushed herself away from his desk. Lois still didn’t say anything and only pointed over her shoulder, to where her desk was.
“—I just told him that as an excuse.” At his words, Lois slowly looked back at him and tilted her head to the side. He then added, “He wanted to go on a double date or something.”
Lois snorted, “Oh Jimmy...”
Shrugging, Clark confessed, “I have a type, plus blind dates aren’t really my thing.” He found her eyes and smiled, “I doubt Jimmy even knows what my type is, so…I don’t know, the whole ‘you are nice but not really interested’ thing is so awkward, you know what I mean?”
“You have a type?” An unintended yet amused smile curved in her lips.
“I do.” Clark pressed his lips together as he nodded. “It’s like a very specific type, one of a kind type of thing.”
With her arms crossed, Lois leaned back onto his desk. She smiled and curved her eyebrow up. “So, what you are trying to say is that you are basically really picky?”
“No, not picky.” Clark kept a straight face, “I just know what I want and won’t settle for anything else.”
They shared a quiet smile. “So let’s hear it,” Lois narrowed her eyes, “What’s your type like?”
“Why? You’re gonna introduce me to her?”
Lois stuttered a little as she stood back up, “If…If I, um, if I happen to know some-someone who-yeah, sure.” Her eyebrows twitched as her eyes were gently fixed on his, “doubt it, though, since it sounds like you’ve made up your mind.”
“That I have.”
She played with the charms in her necklaces, “Ri-right.” She felt her heartbeats picking up, so she looked away, “Cat’s gonna be heartbroken.” She blew her lips, “Not that I know…I mean for all I know she’s probably the type you are talking about, don’t-don’t…not that it matters.” She stepped away, crossing her arms against her chest.
“She’s not.” Clark kept a dry tone, smiling back at her as he observed her.
“Right.” Lois faintly nodded. Still looking away, she spotted Perry nearby, “I-I should…” She pointed back to her desk and this time she walked away.
Clark kept his eyes on her, watching her find her way back to her station. “You might know someone, though.”
“Wh-what?” Lois turned back around. She blinked as she waited for some people to walk by. She then stepped to the side so she could see Clark across some desks, “What was that?”
“Hmm?” Clark shook his head. He turned around on his chair to face his computer and went back to work. A playful smile on his lips as he had his back on her.
Lois parted her lips slightly and shook her head. She found her chair and kneeled on it, sitting on her knees, as she went back to work.
Maybe he didn’t have a girlfriend, but Clark was hiding something; at least Lois was sure that was the case.
A few days ago, she had scratched off the possibility that he was using the janitor’s closet to hook up with someone. However, she was still curious to learn what it was that he did there.
Paying close attention to him had brought her to realize an interesting pattern: every time that Superman was featured on the news, everyone in the office BUT Clark was watching. Sometimes he would leave just before a casualty was broadcast. There were times when he would watch with her and then leave just to have the Man of Steel show up at the scene minutes later.
At first, she had chalked it up to being related to the annoying reminder that Clark had the Superman exclusives; which meant he needed to be there at the scene in order to get his story in motion. Except, Clark never got a front page out of those interviews and the Planet didn’t really spend more than a quarter of a page on low-impact casualties; that is if his article didn’t get pushed to social media instead of being featured.
This made her wonder because Lois Lane did not believe in coincidences.
Lois was on her way back to her desk when she caught Clark leaving through the staircase door — that was something she had noticed he did a lot. Her first reaction was to hand Jimmy the papers she had with her and turned back around. Her ears took notice that the news was broadcasting a dreadful malfunction at the subway station where it was almost inevitable that two of the trains would crash.
Pushing the staircase door open, intending to follow Clark, Lois started to head upstairs. The staircase was always deserted, so she tried to keep quiet and not alert him of her presence. She kept her attention on any noise in her surroundings; hoping she could hear the door to the top floor getting opened.
Two floors up, Lois leaned over the stair railing to try to see if she could spot Clark. She found it odd that she hadn’t been able to hear footsteps. Unable to spot him upstairs, she looked down.
She sighed at the empty spiral of stairs below. Not being able to spot him only fed to her suspensions. Clark had left not too long before she had gone after him. Yet, it seemed he was no longer in the staircase.
Lois went up the last floor, following the stairs as she kept her hand over the railing and watched her hurried steps, avoiding tripping on her feet. Reaching the last door, Lois found her exit. She pushed the door open and did a left turn to the janitor’s closet which conveniently was right next to the staircase.
With a big smile, she figured she got him this time.
Biting on her lip, Lois curled her fingers around the handle and pushed the door open. Her grin faded as she found the closet empty. With a grunt, she still turned the light on and closely looked around; there wasn’t anything out of place in there, either.
This was unbelievable.
Lois hurried out to the roof deck ahead, to see if she could find Clark there, but the deck was empty— He was supposed to be a clumsy dork, but sure had been able to fly up the stairs and out of the building.
She leaned over the railing and looked down, only to see a group of pedestrians pointing at the sky. Looking up, Lois snorted and shook her head, watching Superman fly over the iconic Daily Planet globe.
A suspicion had turned into a theory in a matter of a couple of days.
Lois had kept a tab for every time Clark left the office and Superman showed up on the news. She had even snuck around and sometimes went to location, where the Man of Steel had been spotted, and Clark was nowhere to be found — yet he could write a full article about the anomaly and have it published within hours; almost as if he had lived everything first hand.
With her unfinished Clark doodle over her desk, Lois worked on drawing a pair of glasses on a separate piece of paper. She was biting on her lower lip as her blue pen colored the glasses. After looking around, she grabbed a pair of scissors and cut around the edges. Lois curved her eyebrow as she slowly set the paper glasses over her doodle and then moved them away.
She did that a few times: She set the paper glasses over her drawing and then took them off. Lois narrowed her eyes at her drawing and after moving the glasses to the side, she used her pen to draw a little curl over his forehead. “...That son of a bitch.”
Lois looked up and shifted her attention over to Clark’s station; he was not there. Her eyes found a nearby TV. Like she expected, Superman was being featured in the live footage broadcast on the news.
Without losing a minute, Lois pushed her chair back, stood up from her desk, and rushed to the staircase.
Her steps were quick but steady as she went up two steps at the time. Making it to her exit door, she pushed it open and then turned to the janitor’s closet that she had seen Clark leaving the other day.
Once inside the small area, Lois turned the light bulb on.
Now that she knew what to look for, her hands were quick around the clutter on the stands. She opened every bag and box stacked in the metallic structure, until she eventually found the answer to what had been bugging her for days.
“Ha!” Lois smiled proudly once she found Clark’s suit neatly folded inside one of the boxes. At the bottom of the box were his shoes and over his clothes were his glasses. She nibbled on her lips as she gently brought his glasses up and put them on.
Not surprised to find out that they didn’t have a prescription, Lois looked around for a mirror. At the lack of one, she pulled her phone out and used the frontal camera to check how they looked on her. Lois fixed her hair with one hand as she tried to get every angle of her face, taking a few photos as she did.
She kept the glasses on as she checked the photos she had taken; Lois zoomed on them, trying to appreciate every detail. She blinked at the realization that maybe they weren’t just a regular pair of glasses. “What the—”
At the alert that someone had opened and closed a door outside, Lois pushed the box with his clothes away and turned the bulb off. She shifted in the dark, and waited for Clark to inevitably find her in there — “Fuck…” She breathed out leaning her head against the stand behind her, “fuck.”
Ideally, she would have rather Clark didn’t find her here, but there was nothing she could do about it now that someone had opened the door to the janitor’s closet and would inevitably find her standing in a corner.
“—I get seven minutes in heaven with Superman, yay.” A dry voice announced that he had company.
The light was turned on. Lois had been dead on the money: none other than Superman was now inside the small room with her.
“Lo-Miss-Miss Lane what are you doing—”
“Oh, cut the crap, Clark.”
“Wait, are-are those my glasses?”
Lois had her arms folded over her chest as she looked away from him. “Yeah.” She had forgotten to take them off, “They make my face look funny, anyways.” She took them off and handed them over.
With a light smirk, Clark took the glasses and gently put them back on her. “They actually look really cute on you.”
“Ugh.” Lois rolled her eyes, still refusing to look at him, “Save it.”
“You-you look disappointed…” He was still smiling, “—Not who you were expecting?”
Her eyes found him. “I don’t know…you think you’ve known someone for three years.” Lois kept her voice low but was still upset, “And then you just learn that the guy you like is full of shit—That he’s made-believe.” She pouted and looked down; “—I wish you wouldn’t have found me here and that I had more time to process this.”
Clark looked behind him, making sure the door was closed. He then took a step closer to her. “I’m not ‘make-believe’, I’m a hundred percent real.” It was important she knew that, “I’m myself around you…nothing-me being…it-it doesn’t change anything.”
“No?” Lois was not buying that. She took the glasses off and waved them to the side; “What about these? Isn't wearing glasses bullshit?”
“I-I—”
“You look taller, too.” She tilted her head up and noticed as much. “What’s with that? Are you wearing heels?” She looked down to his boots, even if she knew that was not the case. “…Is changing your posture to make-believe that you are shorter not bullshit?” She then added, “Don’t even get me started on how much bullshit it is that you literally get paid to write about yourself and how awesome you are!”
The way her eyes were sad made him pout. His eyes stayed on hers, but he didn’t say anything and just allowed her to vent.
Lois blinked and broke contact. She looked down and kept her eyes closed as she lowered her voice, “—Don’t mind me. You don’t owe me anything; not an explanation, nothing.” She sobbed, “It’s just that I knew you were too good to be true and, well, yeah.”
Shaky hands reached out for hers as Clark took a step closer. “It’s a disguise. The glasses, the posture, the clumsiness…it’s all a disguise, that’s all there’s it to it.” He tried to explain, “Bantering and flirting with you? Knowing how much sugar you put in your coffee and your bagel order? That’s… that’s all the farm boy from Smallville.” His cheeks grew warm as he offered a smile, “…And he’s very real.”
Lois could feel her heart beating slightly erratically. The light giggle that had escaped him made her look up. Her brows shifted as she realized that maybe he was able to pick on it. “—Don’t do that please,” she blushed.
“Do what…?” Clark chortled as he took a step closer. His fingers caressed her fingertips and his eyes found hers.
“That. You are doing the thing that you can do with your powers …and I feel exposed.”
Clark chuckled. “You have a beautiful heartbeat, though.” He firmly held her hand and rested on the middle of his chest. His heart was also beating slightly faster than usual.
The drumming of his heartbeats were palpable against the palm of her hand and feeling them made her giggle.
They shared a little laugh, their feet shifted as their bodies got closer. The little space left between them led her to tilt her head up to keep eye contact; he had to look down.
“I-I’m not sure what seven minutes in heaven is, though.”
“Hm?”
“That’s what you said, that you got seven minutes in heaven with me…” Clark kept his voice low, “You might need to explain to me how it works.”
Lois narrowed her eyes. Upon titling his middle and index finger up, she shook her head and rolled her eyes. “It’s a popular pre-teen party game,” she gave Clark the benefit of the doubt; “Someone takes their turn to wait inside a closet with their eyes blindfolded. Another person walks in and they get to do things there for seven minutes.”
“Things?”
“Yeah, you know…stuff. Fun stuff.”
They chuckled along, their faces so close to each other that they could inhale the light air that came out of the other’s nose.
“Fun stuff…”
Lois felt her cheeks warm. “Thinking back, it-it was a terrible game and hugely problematic.”
“Ah. THAT kind of fun stuff.”
Her eyes stayed open as she felt Clark had closed the space between them and their lips were shy away from brushing. Upon seeing him closing his eyes, Lois turned her face to the side, “What-what about the girl…the woman you've very much materialized in your head?”
Clark opened his eyes to find her looking at him, still sharing personal space as her eyes danced on his. “Maybe she’s standing in front of me…” He murmured as he leaned in to try kissing her but Lois tilted her head away once again.
“You’re full of shit…” Her eyes fell on his dimples as he shamelessly smiled at her.
“Maybe.” Clark gently rested his fingers on her chin as he looked her in the eye; “…but the way I feel about you is genuine.”
Snorting, Lois crossed her arms against her chest and looked away. She found it impossible to keep a straight face and so looked back at him, grinning as he laughed along.
They shared a quiet moment, it was brief but neither of them had broken contact as they exchanged a playful and flirtatious smile.
“…So, are you going to kiss me or are you waiting for me to do it?” Lois teased him as she giggled.
Clark pretended to give it a thought. “If I’m being honest, I’m kinda into the latter.”
Barely saying that, her lips were pressed against his. Lois leaned in to him to fully kiss him. Clark bent down to her height. Once her arms were around his neck, he hugged her from her waist and pulled her up, holding her tightly and firmly against him.
Straightening up, left her with her feet mid air. Lois brought her leg up and held tighter from his neck.
The way she giggled into their kiss let him know that she had liked it. Lois straddled him, wrapping her legs around his hips.
A light grunt escaped him as he pushed her back and sat her on the mop sink behind her. They exchange a playful smile before deepening the kiss. He leaned into her, standing between her legs, and pressed her against him upon feeling her hips curving against him.
Lois steadily held from his shoulder and rolled her hips forward once she felt his arms around her waist pulling her into a hard thrust.
It was at that moment that they knew that they would spend more than seven minutes in heaven.