Disclaimer: You have got to be kidding me – there's no need for fan fiction if you own it, is there?!
A/N: Okay, so this is my first posted Superman fic… it's short, yes, but that's why I love it – it doesn't take long to write. I also couldn't get this out of my head so… yeah.
To understand this you need to have seen Superman: The Movie and Superman Returns.
Enjoy (hopefully)!
Spandex-less Musings
Richard White knew Lois Lane. Or, at least, he thought he did. He knew she was unpredictable… sadly, knowing that gave him no real insight. But he was used to it. But there was one particular thing that he could just not explain.
All the women he had gone out with before meeting Lois were very different to her, and very different to each other. But underneath their aprons and business suits, they all had one thing in common: their underwear reflected exactly who they were.
He had dated a lawyer. Underneath her crisp white shirts and tailored suites, she wore red, lacy underwear, because she always wanted to win.
A doctor he dated wore standard, practical underwear beneath her scrubs, because she believed that she couldn't save someone's life with raunchy underwear and so found no need to wear it at work.
A waitress he had seen when he was much younger always wore expensive items under her black t-shirt and tiny apron, because she wished for something better.
But Lois – Lois! – the feisty, sexy tomboy that could seduce practically anyone, had, beneath her clothes, something… odd. Something Richard could just never figure out, no matter how hard he tried.
You see, he thought Lois hated pink…
The End
A/N: I hope everyone understood that. ;) Leave a review if you feel so inclined! Constructive criticism always appreciated.