[He can't text and fly, Lois!!! Think of the dangers that would pose. So she'll just have to settle for a whoosh and a thump on her balcony fifteen minutes later.]
[ he's far too responsible for his own good sometimes. not that she's complaining, because he's here and lois is in no danger of swooning, much less fainting, but she still steps out onto the balcony and right into his arms. ]
[No because he misses her a lot too. Hanging out with Kara, working with her is amazing but he has a life here in Metropolis.]
Hey!
[And a butt grabbing girlfriend-almost-fiancee-practically-wife. He wants to marry her, of course he does. They've been living together for years. He just wants everyone to have the right to marry who they want. Not just straight people from Kansas, but aliens from Krypton too.
[ lois would marry him in a heartbeat, and that he's the kind of man who won't marry her until everyone has the right to marry who they want is a large part of the reason why she would. why she will, one day.
[ 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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Hey, you.
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If I didn't know any better, I'd say you tricked me.
[He knows better. He's leaning down to kiss her either way.]
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[ she just missed him, can he blame her? and so she hums happily into the kiss, arms coming up around his neck.
she'll touch his butt soon to wipe away all traces of cat grant, too. ]
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Hey!
[And a butt grabbing girlfriend-almost-fiancee-practically-wife. He wants to marry her, of course he does. They've been living together for years. He just wants everyone to have the right to marry who they want. Not just straight people from Kansas, but aliens from Krypton too.
He can't technically vote either. It kills him.]
Are you getting fresh with me, Miss Lane?
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she laughs against his lips. ]
Well, yeah. But only because you let me.
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[Clark presses another kiss to her lips and goes for a grope of his own.]
I still might have to give you a stern talking to.
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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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