Peculiarities 1/1 - Smallville - Clois
Peculiarities
By Jacey
Summary: There’s one hundred little things about Clark that Lois likes… but she’d never admit it to anyone. Ever. Not even under threat of torture. Well, okay, maybe if HE was being tortured, but only then.
Rating: ehhh…. PG-15 for mentions of sex?
Disclaimer: Ain’t mine.
A/N: Look, we all know that most of this isn't canon, ok? So just go with it.
There’s one hundred little things about Clark that Lois likes… but she’d never admit it to anyone. Ever. Not even under threat of torture. Well, okay, maybe if HE was being tortured, but only then. Or if she was really, really drunk.
Lois is pretty sure that Clark doesn’t know that she likes…. no…puts up with him, as much as she does. Oh screw it. She likes him, okay? And there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Unfortunately. Stupid plaid wearing, cow tipping, hay bailing, tractor driving farm boy. He just had to go and get under her skin like that, didn’t he? She’s pretty sure he did it on purpose.
She’d like to think that her affection for him is just a passing thing. A phase. But unfortunately, she’s about 95% sure that it isn’t. Because she’d gotten to the point where she can’t imagine life without him. She can’t imagine going to work and not seeing him; or working on a story, and not having him there right beside her. She can’t imagine him not being there. And she doesn’t want to have to.
Even so, it’s not a permanent thing. She’s completely secure in the fact that she’ll get over it. Get over him. It just hasn’t happened yet. And secretly? She’d be okay with that never happening.
Lois likes the way that Clark works. He’s methodical. He has a routine, and for the most part he sticks to it. If she goes out to the farm, she can be sure that he’s doing a certain chore based on the time of day. If she goes to his desk, she knows where he keeps him pencils, where he keeps his spare erasers, where he keeps his spare glasses….
She knows how he takes his coffee, and that it never changes - not like hers does according to the weather, or her mood. She knows that he likes his iced tea with four sugars, not two like his mother makes it. She knows that he likes pickles on his sandwiches, and that he’ll eat hers even when he pretends to be disgusted with her for putting them on his plate.
She knows that he will always have enough change on his to park in the city for at least 4 hours. Even when he doesn’t have his truck with him.
She knows that he always ties his right shoelace before his left.
Clark has this weird - really weird - hatred of wet, mushy soap. She heard him screaming like a girl once, when he was in the shower, and stupidly (or not so much) ran in there to see what had happened. Not only did she get (another) display of full frontal nudity, but she also watched him hide in the corner of the shower, as far away from the soap as he could get - until she finally, out of the kindness of her heart (and in the search for a new angle from which to view Clark Jr.) disposed of said soap.
She knows that he went through a phase of throwing pencils at the ceiling when he didn’t know what to write for assignments - and she knows that he gave up on that new hobby as soon as a pencil accidentally made it all the way through the ceiling and into the room above.
He doesn’t know she knows, but she’s about 95% sure that there’s something he isn’t telling her. She knows that he’s strong, she knows that he’s fast, and she knows that he’s a damn good kisser - he wasn’t fooling anyone with that Green Arrow disguise.
Lois is pretty sure that as much as she fights it and denies it, she’s in love with Clark Kent. Farmboy, Smallville….. superhero. And from what she’s seen him do, and heard him say… she’s pretty sure he loves her back.