written 10 August 2011
Title: Plan B
Fandom: Smallville
Characters/pairings: Clark/Lois
Summary: Lois says she wants to get some cleaning done...but really she has something else in mind.
Word Count: like 300.
Author's Notes: This is a little drabble for the Smallville fandom, because I have a thing for domesticity, and also for Lois/Clark. It's set sometime after season ten, mostly inspired by their exchange on the stairs in the finale's epilogue. So hot!
unbeta'd, so please to be warned.
"Hey, Lois?" Pause. "When I pictured the exciting weekend activity you said would be coming up soon, I didn't picture this. A hair metal concert or something equally as you, maybe, but not this."
Lois smiles jubilantly, all rosy cheeks and white teeth. "Come on, Clark!" She playfully punches him, leaning over to reach him while he holds their brown leather couch up with one hand and vacuums under it with the other. "I don't have Axl Rose ready and willing to clean my apartment. I'm sorry, but you're the next best candidate." She shakes her head, wearing a what do you do expression on her face.
"Uh huh," Clark returns, good-naturedly, for the most part. "Although 'ready and willing' might be a bit of a stretch. We both know that this couch was just vacuumed under two or three weeks ago."
Lois raises her eyebrows and steps back. "Hey, hey! Do you have a problem with that, Superguy?" She smiles devilishly. "You know, any further resistance will just give me the opportunity to whip you into shape right now. And I know how much both of us'd enjoy that…" She puts a hand on his shoulder and squeezes, but Clark just gives her a not amused type of look and turns the vacuum back on.
Lois sighs an overdramatic sigh and turns around, walking over to their kitchen. But just before she rounds the corner of the counter, she speaks up, not bothering to compete with the vacuum's volume, but talking normally instead. "Or…we could just forget the couch altogether. Skip right to the good stuff."
She can hardly hear herself over the vacuum's obnoxious roar, but she sees him lift his head, and before she knows it, the couch is back to its normal spot and she is in his arms.
"You know, Lois?" Clark smiles his winning farm-boy smile down at her and holds her close. "Let's go with plan B."