Supermaid
Clark pulled Lois's clothes out the laundry basket, folded them, and arranged them on the bed. When the basket was empty, he picked up each pile and put them away.
"Lois," he called, "Where do you put your cardigans?"
"Second drawer from the bottom," she called back from the living room.
He opened the dresser drawer and started putting them in. He caught sight of a small box in the back-right corner of the drawer. It was a vibrator case. He smirked faintly, closed the drawer, and returned to the bed. Some of her tops needed to be ironed, so he searched the closet till he found an iron and board. He went to the bathroom to fill up the iron with water, then came back and set everything up. He was ironing a dress shirt when Lois walked up and leaned against the door frame, holding a mug of tea in both hands. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
"What's up, Lo?"
"Nothing…..I feel like I'm watching a porn."
He stopped and looked up with wide eyes. She grinned.
"There's a ridiculously hot guy in my apartment just casually doing my laundry."
He smirked again and slid the shirt across the board so he could iron the sleeve.
"Well, if there's anything else you need, just let me know," he said in a deeper voice with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
She pushed off the frame nonchalantly and sauntered back down the hallway. Still smiling, he looked down and started ironing again.