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Chapter 11

Lois cleared her throat and took a step back. She didn't know what exactly it was that tall-dark-and-handsome was doing to her, but it sure as hell was wreaking her senses. She needed to regain some control over the situation ASAP.

"Well, since we're both grown-ups I think we can manage sharing a bed." she said and started walking into the direction of the bedroom.

"Not worried that I'll try to strip you off your virtue anymore?" Clark Luthor asked, the humor in his voice barely contained. She gave him a partly sarcastic, partly annoyed look. Anything to hide her embarrassment.

"Is it just me or did you just miraculously develop a sense of humor?" Lois questioned while she opened the white door that led to her bedroom.

Her apartment really wasn't much, she had always known that, but having someone who owned as much money as Clark Luthor in it kind of made that fact seem like a big white elephant. Her bedroom consisted of one bed that, luckily for her, was big enough for two people. Besides that, however, there wasn't much inside. A nightstand and a closet, a mirror and a couple of other decorations and photographs.

She could so clearly envision his bedroom in the Luthor Mansion which was famous for its beautiful construction. His bedroom was probably bigger than her whole apartment and the bed inside was likely to be big, maybe a canopy bed, covered in expensive sheets. Lois could almost see the plush carpet on the floor, the big windows framed by beautiful curtains...

Yeah, she and Clark Luthor really matched... like a hamster and a grizzly bear.

"You don't think I'm a humorous person?" Clark asked, pulling her out of her thoughts and into the present. "No, no, I'm sure you're a real jokester, the comedy highlight of every party." Clark Luthor laughed.

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm detecting a certain note of sarcasm here. Honestly, Lois, what makes you think I'm not more of a jester in my free time?"

Truth be told, Clark Luthor was no jester. Then again, he hadn't really been himself tonight, at least not completely, so he was curious why Lois Lane didn't think that he was the fun-loving type.

"I don't know... maybe it's the fact that you escape from your own bodyguards at night to walk the streets of Metropolis when there's so much crime in the city. Or perhaps I guessed from the way you took those guys down in a matter of seconds. There are always the exceptions to the rule, but normally the happy-go-lucky type doesn't do either, so..."

Lois trailed off, leaving her sentence unfinished. He walked into her small bedroom and watched as she walked over to her closet. He leaned against the door frame and for a reason unknown to him he told her something... personal.

"It's probably true. My father was never the 'happy-go-lucky' type, either. When I was six he locked me inside a small room for three hours as punishment for playing with the kids of one of our servants. He thought it was beneath me to do so."

Lois stopped going through her closet and turned around to look at him. Her brows were drawn as she studied him. For her it probably sounded awful to lock up a child in a small room... and she didn't even know that the room had been filled with green meteor rock.

"Wow. That sounds like years of therapy waiting to happen." she commented, somehow, thanks to her unique character, keeping the atmosphere rather light. With her statement she gave him the opportunity to either pursue or change the subject. He decided for the latter.

"Well, he was never exactly 'daddy dearest'. What about your dad? With him being a four-star general... makes me wonder if he was ever hard on you." Clark replied and Lois turned back to her closet.

"He sure liked to give me advice... always army-related, of course. He was busy a lot, but all things considered he was always a great father. I had to look after my little sister a lot, though."

"Lucy." he said, recalling the name of Lois' sister. Lois closed the closet, two pairs of long sweat pants, a T-shirt and a tank top in hand.

"Seems like you looked up more than just my relationship with the General. What did you do? Read my whole family tree?" She didn't give him a chance to answer but threw one pair of sweat pants and the T-Shirt at him.

"Strip."