Sickly Confessions with hero_farmboy
Lana wanted out of her house and back to the office, like now. She hadn't spent this much time in her still very new home since her vacation, which was boring enough on its own. Now that she thought about it, she'd never even had a house warming for this place, just told the important people in her life where she could be found. She had been so focused on her work that she hadn't even thought about it.
God, she was turning into a workaholic.
But she enjoyed her work. Didn't that make it okay?
No. No, she knew it didn't. She needed to have time for other things, for a life.
For the times when Sam would show up unexpected and make love to her.
Sam wasn't here right now, though. She was alone, laying back on the couch, cuddling her bear and waiting on her guest to arrive. Where the hell was Clark?
God, she was turning into a workaholic.
But she enjoyed her work. Didn't that make it okay?
No. No, she knew it didn't. She needed to have time for other things, for a life.
For the times when Sam would show up unexpected and make love to her.
Sam wasn't here right now, though. She was alone, laying back on the couch, cuddling her bear and waiting on her guest to arrive. Where the hell was Clark?