Subtext – Romance Version
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, I never have and probably never will unless I marry a Lex Luthor and then kill him for his money, but that isn't gonna happen, because he's a fictional character and therefore has no real signature, so I contently live with the fact that Smallville is NOT MINE. No matter how much I want it to be.
'Jeez, Smallville, don't you have anything other then plaid in that closet of yours?' Lois Lane asked as she passed everyone at the table around him their drinks, avoiding giving him his drink.
'Well I would put on something else, but I wouldn't want to ruin your fun, I know how much you like plaid, Lois.' Clark responded a smirk gracing his lips as she glared at him before mumbling something softly as she handed him his drink, finally. She obviously hadn't wanted him to hear her but he did, loud and clear.
'I like you better without it.' Lois was gone in an instant to look after the customers, who had just arrived, and all Clark could do was stare after her with a stunned expression on his face that eventually turned into a smirk once again, finally getting that there was a subtext behind Lois Lane's words.
'So Lois, What do you suggest I wear?' Clark asked as Lois was cleaning up behind the counter at the Talon, surprised that she had even let him stay though not surprised when she had handed him the broom and told him to make himself useful. He moved the broom across the floor in even paces as he watched Lois look up at him in surprise.
'You asking me for fashion advice, Smallville?' Lois said smirking at him and Clark could see that she was trying confidently to avoid answering his question and he let her, for now.
'Well, Lois, you keep telling me there's something horrible about my choice of clothes, but you never tell me exactly what I'm doing wrong.' Clark said returning her smirk with one of his own. Lois felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine as he smirked back, in the lighting he almost looked… sexy… Lois's mind supplied before she shook her head. She had to stop these thought before they became anything other then a meaningless awareness of her attraction to the farm boy from Weirdsville.
'I do tell you what you're doing wrong, Clark.' Lois said his real name slipping off her lips before she could stop it. She was losing her control over the situation, which was not good. Especially if she didn't realise how close he was now standing to her until she looked up. She silently took a deep breathe as she stared at him. 'You wear too much plaid.'
'So what should I wear then, Lois?' Clark said enjoying his moment of triumph.
'Muscle shirts, Noth…' Lois was cut off by Clark Kent's lips pressed against her own in a chaste kiss that she quickly found herself returning before demanding more. Her arm flew up and wrapped themselves around his neck pulling him closer to her. His hands settled on her hips gripping her to him as the kiss became more and more passionate. 'Wow, Smallville. Who knew you could kiss like that.' Lois said as she pulled back breathlessly for air, smiling. Clark just grinned at her as he too tried to catch his breathe. 'You know, we should do that more often.'
'Definitely.' Clark said leaning down and taking her lips once more. He had never been happier to have his super-human hearing as he was now. If he hadn't heard her early, he never would have read the subtext to Lois's words then he might not be kissing her now.
It struck him then that he was kissing Lois Lane, the bane of his existence. The woman that he swore to Lana was nothing but a rude, bossy, stuck-up girl that he wasn't attracted to. He frowned and began to wonder what he was doing, but all doubts disappeared when Lois sighed against his mouth and pulled him closer.
This was right, kissing Lois Lane was right. This was how it was suppose to be.
Thank God he read the subtext.