Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or its characters.

Here is second of the two projects I hope to work on simultaneously, wish me luck.

It was suppose to be a onetime deal.

'And it still is…just because it has happened every other night for the last month doesn't mean anything' she tried to rationalize to herself. 'This thing is just two friends scratching the proverbial 'itch'…and it definitely feels good when…'

"Stop it Lois!" she brought herself back to reality with a shake of her head, and lifted her eyes to see her partner had returned to his desk and now had a questioning look on his face. "What are you staring at?!"

"A crazy woman apparently," he said with a smirk and turned back to his computer. Lois's heart was pounding, she needed to stop thinking about 'the situation' while she was at work; that was the third time she yelled at herself out loud this week.

She reached for her mug; coffee would calm her down, and decided to take a much needed break from the story she had yet to write. She decided to stretch her legs a bit by walking to the supply closet; she needed some new red pens anyway.

The closet was quiet, which Lois was grateful for. In all honestly, Lois loved how busy and loud the bullpen could get but lately she'd been tuning out all other noises and paying close attention to her neighbor across the way. She'd catch herself staring at his chest, watching how his shirts clung to his muscles, wanting to pull him by his tie into the very closet she was in…

What was happening to her? When had form-fitting cotton become her enemy? When had Clark Kent become all she could think about?

She could pin point the exact moment where her trouble began, the moment she wanted to, but would never in a million years, take back; the night she slept with Clark Kent…the first time anyway.