A/N: #14 Please enjoy!
Bobbing For Apples
Lois stared warily at the basin, half a dozen Granny Smith apples bobbed and danced tauntingly in the stagnant tap water. Almost mocking her.
"What's the problem?" Clark asked, coming up behind her.
"Nothing." The brunette worried her bottom lips, "it's just the last time I stuck my head in a bucket of water it wasn't exactly enjoyable."
Clark grimaced and put his hand on her shoulder. "What if I go first?"
"Are you sure we even have to do this?"
"It's tradition."
"I don't know, any tradition that states you have to immerse your head in ice water for an apple-"
"Lois, quit stalling." Clark kneeled down by the bucket. "It's easy."
"I never said it was difficult," the reporter mumbled, irritably.
Clark ignored her, "nothing is going to happen to you. I promise. Watch." And with that the superhero dipped down and submerged his entire head into the large bowl. Lois momentarily wondered how long he could hold his breath before he splashed back up a few seconds later, an apple firmly between his teeth.
He was soaked through. The entire front of him was completely drenched and Lois let her eyes roam his body for a moment.
Her partner gestured to the bucket, indicating it was her turn to try, but Lois scrunched up her nose.
"I don't think so," she said, "this is a new top. And I've got to go follow up on lead." She plucked the fruit from between her boyfriend's jaws. "Thanks, Smallville." Smiling and taking a healthy bite, Lois turned and walked away, swaying her hips more than necessary.
Clark sighed and grabbed for a towel.
Yep. He'd literally, fallen right into that one.