A/N: Well, it's that time of year again! So I thought I'd add more drabbles! Here's the long awaited #10
Witches' Brew
"Lois? What is in that?"
"It's a Lane family secret."
Clark eyed his girlfriend and the concoction she was making warily.
"Are those gummy eyeballs?"
"Yes!" Lois proudly plucked one up and squished it in his face. "I think it adds a nice creepy touch, don't you?"
Clark grimaced and dipped his head to take a whiff of the crimson liquid floating in his mother's crystal punch bowl, then immediately regretted it. He was pretty sure he was immune to almost all forms of alcohol, except for maybe whatever the hell this was!
"You're not seriously considering serving that at the party, are you?" People would be passed out or wasted before nine o'clock! Oh, Oliver and Chloe were seriously going to regret letting Lois take care of the refreshments for this party.
"Of course, I'm going to serve it!" Lois told him, dipping a ladle into the punch and taking a large sip. "It still needs more vodka," she decided, adding a healthy dose of the clear substance into the mix using a large wooden spoon to stir. "It wouldn't be Halloween without my infamous Witches' Brew!"
"Just don't let anyone light a match near it, all right." Clark said.
"Hey!" Lois defended. "This is no ordinary alcoholic beverage show a little respect!"
"What do you mean?" Clark asked.
"I mean it's not called Witches' Brew, for nothing," Lois retorted, winking.
"You're saying that you actually think this- punch has special powers?" Clark asked, raising one eyebrow at the brunette.
Lois didn't say anything; if he didn't believe her she would just have to show him! Grabbing a plastic cup from table, Lois dipped it into the bowl and took long swig.
Clark opened his mouth to lecture her on not getting drunk before the party, but she cut him off by grabbing his tie and yanking him down so she could take his lips with hers. Clark instantly surrendered, his hands groping up her arms and gripping her shoulders pulling her closer. Her breath was heavy with the sharp, but not overly sweet taste of alcohol. It was-delicious, intoxicating- he wanted more. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and groaned with pleasure.
When they finally broke apart, Lois was smirking.
"Do you believe me, now?" She asked, triumphantly.
"No, that didn't prove anything," Clark answered, "because you already put me under a spell a long time ago, Lois Lane."
A/N: A little fluffy I know- but I'm kid of in a fluffy Clois mood, you know. Let me know what you think! Thanks!