Fic: Fluff and Doom | Superman Reeveverse | Clark Kent/Lois Lane | PG-13 | 2/3
Title: Fluff and Doom: Part 2/3
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Rating: PG-13 (R for language)
Word Count: ~1,400 (this part)
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Atonement
Summary: In which Lois remembers everything, there are serious consequences to consider, and Clark has been spending his free time handing out kittens.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Still for my lovely Lo. And anyone else remember Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour? That place was a nightmare. O_O
Fluff and Doom: Part 2
By the time Lois had just about finished fuming to herself, her ice cream was gone. Three whole scoops of cherry vanilla with white chocolate chunks and chocolate fudge swirls, all gone. Damn. She wanted another.
“Can I join you?”
Her head snapped up at the intrusion, and the immediate insult that came to Lois’s lips died there as she saw the kicked-puppy look on Clark’s face, his eyes huge and sorrowful behind those damn stupid glasses.
Heaving a sigh, she gestured for him to sit. At least she’d gotten a high-backed booth, where they could talk-or he could talk, and she could glare-in private.
“Took you long enough,” she said as he folded himself into the seat across from her. “So. Speak.”
Clark’s lips sort of trembled for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure if she’d try to eat his face if he said the wrong thing, but then he cleared his throat, and started with the obvious. “I owe you a serious apology. I’m so sorry, Lois. I … I shouldn’t have done what I did. I was a coward, and whatever other reasons I might have had were just excuses to cover for that cowardice.”
Lois narrowed her eyes, breathing through her nose before she could let herself respond. “You’re damn right you were a coward.” At Clark’s mild startle and surreptitious look around them, she realized what she’d said, and mumbled, “Can’t even curse anymore, either. Great. Just great.” Then she raised her voice again, “What you did was the most despicable thing that anyone on any planet anywhere could’ve ever done. You didn’t even give me a choice. And surprise, surprise, it didn’t even work. Really, Clark, didn’t you even think that there might be consequences after what happened?”
Clamping her mouth shut, Lois inwardly winced. She was going to have to be out with it, and it already felt like pulling teeth.
Frowning slightly, Clark answered, “I … I didn’t. I should have, and I didn’t. I can’t change what I did, either. I can only hope that one day you can forgive me.”
Lois balked. “Forgive you? Are you kidding me, Kent? You’re gonna have to do a lot more than apologize for me to forgive you.”
“I’ll do anything you want, Lois. Anything,” he said, spreading his hands wide. “I just … don’t want to lose you.”
A flash of white-hot ire seared Lois’s nerves at that. “You are un-freakin’-believable, you know that, Clark? You don’t have me. Apart from those two damned days, you’ve never had me.” Planting her hands on the table, Lois leaned in. “That ship sailed for good when you decided that you couldn’t trust me. So what now, huh? You think you can just waltz in here and offer some half-assed apology, and it’ll make up for … for everything?”
At that, Clark blinked owlishly at her, and Lois sat back, crossing her arms over her chest again, satisfied.
“I’m … I’m sorry, Lois,” Clark finally said, his voice barely audible over the insanity of the ice cream parlor, bells and whistles going off around them again. “I know that words are meaningless right now. And you’re right; I never … had you. I’ve been a selfish coward. You were right about me being deaf, blind, and stupid, too. I’m so sorry.”
“You’re damn right I’m right,” Lois shot back hotly. “And stop eavesdropping on me.” God, she hated the way he could hear everything except what he needed to; he didn't know the half of it.
Clark started to turn pink again, muttering, “Sorry,” before straightening in his seat and looking at her earnestly. “So, what can I do to start trying to make all this up to you? Anything.”
Lois thought for a moment, some of her anger starting to diminish at last, then said, “You can start by getting me another bowl of ice cream. It’s hotter than the freakin’ sun out there, and I’m in the mood for some double chocolate fudge with whipped cream and sprinkles. Triple scoop.”
Looking visibly relieved, albeit confused, Clark adjusted those damn glasses with one finger. “Um, okay. I can do that.”
~*~*~
Clark wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anyone tuck into a dessert so enthusiastically before. The way Lois attacked her triple scoop of double chocolate fudge reminded him somewhat of a large cat devouring its prey, entrails and all. Which, of course, had Clark feeling a little nervous; he didn’t really want to be on the receiving end of another verbal lashing from her.
Though, he knew that they’d only just finished round one of what was sure to be a prolonged … conversation. Perhaps if the ice cream settled Lois a bit, he’d have some time to recover before she started in on him again.
That hope dissipated when Lois’s gaze flicked up to him, something hot and indecipherable there in her eyes, and she started around a mouthful of ice cream, “Stop staring. Can’t a woman eat in peace?”
Clark startled, averting his own gaze for a moment and clearing his throat. “Sorry, um, sorry, Lois. I didn’t-”
“Course you didn’t,” she shot back after swallowing her bite. “Seems to be a lot of things you didn’t mean to do.”
Yep. Round two. Clark took a deep breath, steeling himself as he remembered Lois’s last scathing comment when she’d left him standing there in the lobby. “For what it’s worth,” he began, “you were also right about the kittens.”
Lois’s face twisted in confusion before she seemed to realized what he was saying, then her eyes narrowed. “Ah. I guess you would need something to soothe that guilty conscience. I mean, what else could possibly ease your poor burden, than giving out little bundles of fluff?”
Clark withered beneath the intensity of her words. Obviously, round two was ramping up to be a lot worse than round one, or even the preliminary round in the lobby. And when had he started thinking in boxing metaphors? Was this really that much of a knock-down, drag-out fight? If so, he was doomed.
“I’m so sorry,” he said at last, feeling about two inches tall.
“Yeah. You just keep apologizing. Like I said, you’re gonna have to do way better than-”
Suddenly, the blood seemed to drain from Lois’s face, and without any preamble, she shot out of the booth and made a beeline for the ladies’ room, leaving Clark wondering, and worried.
He tried not to listen, he really did, but when it was clear that Lois was losing her ice cream lunch into a toilet, Clark had to restrain himself from rushing to her side. Whatever was wrong was really wrong.
When she came back, she looked absolutely green and utterly exhausted, slumping down into the booth ungracefully. “Well. That was that,” she said sourly.
For a moment, it looked like she might have to head back to the ladies’ room, but when it passed and she only frowned deeply at him, Clark said, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to a doctor?” If she was sick from all the ice cream after having been out in the heat, she’d be dehydrated, and really needed to rest. It only made sense to take her to a hospital where she could get some fluids in her fast.
“No, I don’t need a doctor, Clark,” Lois barked, but then she huffed, shaking her head slowly. “But do I look okay to you?” she whined, pushing a stray lock of hair back from her face. “Just pay the bill and let’s go. We, um … we really need to have a serious talk.”
Clark blinked, unsure whether he wanted to know what could possibly be more serious than what they’d already discussed. But in the end, there was no denying that Lois wasn’t kidding … and she really looked worse for wear, her eyes dark and skin entirely too pale.
“Okay. Let me take you home, at least,” he offered, wishing she’d let him take her to a hospital instead, and knowing it wouldn’t happen.
Lois scowled at him, the promise of a slow death written all over her face, but she relented at last. “Fine, fine,” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “Just, let’s go already, before I have to make another dash for the bathroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
At that, Clark wasted no time paying the bill and ushering Lois to a cab outside.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Rating: PG-13 (R for language)
Word Count: ~1,400 (this part)
Prompt: For dcu_freeforall: Atonement
Summary: In which Lois remembers everything, there are serious consequences to consider, and Clark has been spending his free time handing out kittens.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Still for my lovely Lo. And anyone else remember Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour? That place was a nightmare. O_O
Fluff and Doom: Part 2
By the time Lois had just about finished fuming to herself, her ice cream was gone. Three whole scoops of cherry vanilla with white chocolate chunks and chocolate fudge swirls, all gone. Damn. She wanted another.
“Can I join you?”
Her head snapped up at the intrusion, and the immediate insult that came to Lois’s lips died there as she saw the kicked-puppy look on Clark’s face, his eyes huge and sorrowful behind those damn stupid glasses.
Heaving a sigh, she gestured for him to sit. At least she’d gotten a high-backed booth, where they could talk-or he could talk, and she could glare-in private.
“Took you long enough,” she said as he folded himself into the seat across from her. “So. Speak.”
Clark’s lips sort of trembled for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure if she’d try to eat his face if he said the wrong thing, but then he cleared his throat, and started with the obvious. “I owe you a serious apology. I’m so sorry, Lois. I … I shouldn’t have done what I did. I was a coward, and whatever other reasons I might have had were just excuses to cover for that cowardice.”
Lois narrowed her eyes, breathing through her nose before she could let herself respond. “You’re damn right you were a coward.” At Clark’s mild startle and surreptitious look around them, she realized what she’d said, and mumbled, “Can’t even curse anymore, either. Great. Just great.” Then she raised her voice again, “What you did was the most despicable thing that anyone on any planet anywhere could’ve ever done. You didn’t even give me a choice. And surprise, surprise, it didn’t even work. Really, Clark, didn’t you even think that there might be consequences after what happened?”
Clamping her mouth shut, Lois inwardly winced. She was going to have to be out with it, and it already felt like pulling teeth.
Frowning slightly, Clark answered, “I … I didn’t. I should have, and I didn’t. I can’t change what I did, either. I can only hope that one day you can forgive me.”
Lois balked. “Forgive you? Are you kidding me, Kent? You’re gonna have to do a lot more than apologize for me to forgive you.”
“I’ll do anything you want, Lois. Anything,” he said, spreading his hands wide. “I just … don’t want to lose you.”
A flash of white-hot ire seared Lois’s nerves at that. “You are un-freakin’-believable, you know that, Clark? You don’t have me. Apart from those two damned days, you’ve never had me.” Planting her hands on the table, Lois leaned in. “That ship sailed for good when you decided that you couldn’t trust me. So what now, huh? You think you can just waltz in here and offer some half-assed apology, and it’ll make up for … for everything?”
At that, Clark blinked owlishly at her, and Lois sat back, crossing her arms over her chest again, satisfied.
“I’m … I’m sorry, Lois,” Clark finally said, his voice barely audible over the insanity of the ice cream parlor, bells and whistles going off around them again. “I know that words are meaningless right now. And you’re right; I never … had you. I’ve been a selfish coward. You were right about me being deaf, blind, and stupid, too. I’m so sorry.”
“You’re damn right I’m right,” Lois shot back hotly. “And stop eavesdropping on me.” God, she hated the way he could hear everything except what he needed to; he didn't know the half of it.
Clark started to turn pink again, muttering, “Sorry,” before straightening in his seat and looking at her earnestly. “So, what can I do to start trying to make all this up to you? Anything.”
Lois thought for a moment, some of her anger starting to diminish at last, then said, “You can start by getting me another bowl of ice cream. It’s hotter than the freakin’ sun out there, and I’m in the mood for some double chocolate fudge with whipped cream and sprinkles. Triple scoop.”
Looking visibly relieved, albeit confused, Clark adjusted those damn glasses with one finger. “Um, okay. I can do that.”
~*~*~
Clark wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anyone tuck into a dessert so enthusiastically before. The way Lois attacked her triple scoop of double chocolate fudge reminded him somewhat of a large cat devouring its prey, entrails and all. Which, of course, had Clark feeling a little nervous; he didn’t really want to be on the receiving end of another verbal lashing from her.
Though, he knew that they’d only just finished round one of what was sure to be a prolonged … conversation. Perhaps if the ice cream settled Lois a bit, he’d have some time to recover before she started in on him again.
That hope dissipated when Lois’s gaze flicked up to him, something hot and indecipherable there in her eyes, and she started around a mouthful of ice cream, “Stop staring. Can’t a woman eat in peace?”
Clark startled, averting his own gaze for a moment and clearing his throat. “Sorry, um, sorry, Lois. I didn’t-”
“Course you didn’t,” she shot back after swallowing her bite. “Seems to be a lot of things you didn’t mean to do.”
Yep. Round two. Clark took a deep breath, steeling himself as he remembered Lois’s last scathing comment when she’d left him standing there in the lobby. “For what it’s worth,” he began, “you were also right about the kittens.”
Lois’s face twisted in confusion before she seemed to realized what he was saying, then her eyes narrowed. “Ah. I guess you would need something to soothe that guilty conscience. I mean, what else could possibly ease your poor burden, than giving out little bundles of fluff?”
Clark withered beneath the intensity of her words. Obviously, round two was ramping up to be a lot worse than round one, or even the preliminary round in the lobby. And when had he started thinking in boxing metaphors? Was this really that much of a knock-down, drag-out fight? If so, he was doomed.
“I’m so sorry,” he said at last, feeling about two inches tall.
“Yeah. You just keep apologizing. Like I said, you’re gonna have to do way better than-”
Suddenly, the blood seemed to drain from Lois’s face, and without any preamble, she shot out of the booth and made a beeline for the ladies’ room, leaving Clark wondering, and worried.
He tried not to listen, he really did, but when it was clear that Lois was losing her ice cream lunch into a toilet, Clark had to restrain himself from rushing to her side. Whatever was wrong was really wrong.
When she came back, she looked absolutely green and utterly exhausted, slumping down into the booth ungracefully. “Well. That was that,” she said sourly.
For a moment, it looked like she might have to head back to the ladies’ room, but when it passed and she only frowned deeply at him, Clark said, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to a doctor?” If she was sick from all the ice cream after having been out in the heat, she’d be dehydrated, and really needed to rest. It only made sense to take her to a hospital where she could get some fluids in her fast.
“No, I don’t need a doctor, Clark,” Lois barked, but then she huffed, shaking her head slowly. “But do I look okay to you?” she whined, pushing a stray lock of hair back from her face. “Just pay the bill and let’s go. We, um … we really need to have a serious talk.”
Clark blinked, unsure whether he wanted to know what could possibly be more serious than what they’d already discussed. But in the end, there was no denying that Lois wasn’t kidding … and she really looked worse for wear, her eyes dark and skin entirely too pale.
“Okay. Let me take you home, at least,” he offered, wishing she’d let him take her to a hospital instead, and knowing it wouldn’t happen.
Lois scowled at him, the promise of a slow death written all over her face, but she relented at last. “Fine, fine,” she said, throwing her hands in the air. “Just, let’s go already, before I have to make another dash for the bathroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
At that, Clark wasted no time paying the bill and ushering Lois to a cab outside.
~*~*~*~