[ he may not be actively pulling her in, but the hands in her back pockets are as good as an invitation to press closer regardless, and so she does, head tipping back to get another kiss. ]
[It was an invitation, let's not lie. Clark smiles at her, like she's the sun before he gives her what she so clearly wants and kisses her. And maybe then he just picks her off her feet entirely, like she doesn't weigh a thing.]
[ lois can't help but laugh, the sound muffled against his lips and lost in the kiss, when he lifts her off her feet like she weighs nothing at all. for him, she hardly does. it's a little awkward, just hanging in the air, though, and after a moment, lois lifts her legs to wrap around his hips. ]
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Would this stern talking involve forcefully taking off your shirt?
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[Clark shakes his head at her. And slides his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.]
It's your shirt that has to come off.
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[ he may not be actively pulling her in, but the hands in her back pockets are as good as an invitation to press closer regardless, and so she does, head tipping back to get another kiss. ]
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