The Second Half
Two quarters later Lois's team did indeed loose, handing a twenty to Clark she was back in the kitchen and started pulling out ingredients from a list Martha had given her. Leaning against the door frame and grinning at her. She shot him a sarcastic smile and turned to grab a measuring cup from the cabinet, only to find a pair of hands annoying her. One had found its way on her waist and the other was reaching around her and grabbing the elusive cup for her. Quickly turning to move toward the silverware drawer, she quickly found a solid wall of Clark blocking her way.
He held the cup in one hand and measuring spoons in another.
"Are you trying to annoy me? Or are you still gloating over the game?"
"They only scored once! How could you seriously believe they would beat the cowboys?"
"Please, the cowboys won't even make it to the super bowl! They never do!"
"We weren't betting on the super bowl, besides…that's not why you bet against them…"
"Okay Mr Scoreboard, why did I bet against them…"
"You always bet against them…Admit it…you just don't like them…"
"Any team that has the audacity to call themselves 'Americas Team' deserves to lose…"
Grinning at her as she bounced around the kitchen, he quickly pointed out..."Actually Lois...They didn't lose..."
She had lost him to the other side of the kitchen, but only for a moment. When she took out potatoes and started pealing them he was right beside her, grabbing one out of her hand, and grinning.
"Betting against you betting against the Cowboys on Thanksgiving Day is just too easy."
She shot him a sarcastic grin and tried ignoring him.
It didn't work. She had to command he self not to gaze in his eyes as he smiled at her, and then to himself. It made her want to lose more bets. Irrationally she wanted to touch his hand and a devilish urge to make a pass at him continued to drive her crazy.
Instead she decided to take her frustrations out with a knife. She walked away and came back and grabbed a potato out of his hand, and then she began cutting them. She then began concentrating on something else, she started trying to imagine and count every color and type and shade of Plaid that she had ever seen Clark wear. And then she started imagining him taking off one of those plaid shirts and smiling to herself, she thought she had found relief when a voice shook her from her musings.
"Lo-is!"
"What!" she answered him loudly. Guilt flushed through her when she wondered to herself if he had somehow read her mind…
"You're going to cut yourself!"
Frowning with relief, she realized he had only discovered something else she was doing wrong.
"Go figure…" But before she knew it, he wrapped his arms around her and he was holding her hands and literally showing her how to cut potatoes…
That's when it hit her, whether he realized it or not, he was marking his territory. The only question that lingered in her mind at that point was it because she was in HIS kitchen, or was it because SHE was in his kitchen….her libido was reeling from the warmth of his body when he finally broke her train of thought…
"Lo-is…did you hear anything I said?"
Instead of shooting back a sarcastic answer which he was fully prepared for, she said quietly…"Clark really I got this…"
He stepped back annoyed. Was she mad? Why should she be mad, he was only trying to help her? He was frowning at her; she of course went back to cutting the potatoes her way.
But before he could say anything, just as he predicted, she cut herself.
"Ow!"
"I told you!" he said, and then took her by the waist and took her to the sink, she then watched him rinse her cut, and grab a bandage and put it on her finger. When he finished he looked to see her staring at him.
She was tempted to say something sarcastic, but couldn't find any words that wouldn't get her into trouble, words like..."you want to kiss it and make it better?"
Finally a quick "thanks" pooped out of her mouth and she went back to cutting, only this time he was behind her again, he was saying something, but she had no idea what it was, all she could hear was the beat of her heart as his hands held hers showing her how to cut a potato safely.
"No wonder I'm an idiot in the kitchen…."
