Title: Why The World Doesn't Need Superman
Author: IndigoNight
Summary: The world may not need Superman, but Lois Lane sure does.
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Pairing: Lois LanexSuperman
Disclaimer: I do not own Superman or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Spoilers: Nope, not really
Warnings: None
Author's Note: So, upon re-watching Superman Returns for the second time, all I could think about throughout the whole thing was this little drabble, so I just had to write it. I hope no one's done it already. Never written Superman before, so please be nice. And REVIEW!
Enjoy!
The world doesn't need Superman.
It wasn't Superman that messed the world up. We did that. We messed our world up all on our own. It isn't Superman's job to clean up our mess.
But I do. I need Superman so much it hurts. He is the one who messed me up. Before he came along I was a normal, budding journalist from a decent background and with a lot of promise. Then he sent me falling head over heels.
Of course I don't admit it, not to any one. I don't tell them about how I can't sleep at night because I keep imagining his face. How every time I see some drama on the news, all I can think about is rushing out there in hopes that he'll come along and save me again (although, of course, I don't go, I'm not that dumb).
I remember the first time he took me flying everyday. That whoosh as the bottom of my stomach fell out when I realized we'd left the ground far behind. That encompassing, ungodly warmth of his arms holding me close to him so I wouldn't be afraid of falling. I remember how firm his body felt under my hands, wired with muscles to the point where I can barely comprehend it, and yet, his skin felt so soft, so inviting. I couldn't stop running my hands over his chest again and again.
Some times, at work, I get so lost in staring at one of the many pictures of him posted around the office that I completely loose my train of thought, and after several minutes I realize that I keep forgetting to breathe.
It's everything about him. His body, his muscles, his gorgeous eyes, and even that damn annoying curl on his forehead. I love it all. Every bit of him.
So, no, the world doesn't need Superman. But I do, because without him my world really does seem to be coming to an end.