Just a quick one shot - What goes on in the Staff meetings if Clark and Lois are not there.
"Everyone here?" called out Randall.
"All except Lane and Kent. I guess they are out on assignment," came the reply.
"In that case I'm gonna slip in a quick extra item before we move onto the agenda and that's the current state of the pot," he looked up with a childish grin.
A stocky, greying, middle-aged man sat at the far end of the conference table cleared his throat and shuffled. He placed a battered tin on the table in front of him and pulled out a worn piece of paper. "Um, we currently stand at five hundred and twenty dollars. Up-coming dates ..." he paused and looked down at the paper in his hands, smoothing out some wrinkles. "Simmons has tomorrow. McLearey has the 15th." He looked back up. "Everyone else either missed or is further in the future."
"Ok," Randall spoke again. "Anyone want to add to the pot?"
A few bottoms shuffled as people reached for their wallets. "I'll take a date," said Jacobs, holding up five dollars. "14th please." The bill got passed down and stuffed into the pot.
"I want to change mine," Patterson stood. "Did you see them yesterday? It was like a nuclear meltdown. I expected the news room to explode."
"Sure. What new date do you want then?"
"Take me off the 21st. I'm gonna take Wednesday." He sat back down with a smug smile on his face.
"You still need to pay up. Changing a date still costs five dollars." He raised his eyebrows and sighed dramatically, passing down his fee.
"So. Stuart, Kelly and Matty. Your predictions all passed this last week. Want to buy a new date? Remember it actually costs ten dollars to buy a new one if you failed with your last one."
"Ok," spoke Kelly. "Give me Sunday," and she passed down her money.
"Is that is?" asked Randall. There were multiple murmurs and nods. "Then, down to business. Item one..."
Three doors down two figures stood in silence in the store room. Lois narrowed her eyes and tilted her head copying Clark, as if that would help her to experience the same thing he was. His whole focus was on the door out into the corridor, but Lois knew that it wasn't really what he was focussed on. When he blinked and turned away from the door she grinned.
"So, are they done?" she asked eyes twinkling brightly.
"Yes!" Clark stepped over to her and took hold of her by the waist.
"What's the pot at?"
"Five hundred and forty dollars." He grinned at her and pulled her closer at the waist. "Do you think we should tell them yet?" he asked.
"No," Lois smiled slyly and slid her hand up and round Clark's neck. "Let's wait till it gets to a thousand dollars then break it to them that it's all invalid as we've been together all along."
"Lois Lane, you can be so cruel sometimes," he grinned again and dropped his eyes to her lips. On an impulse he lifted her from the waist and sat her on the table behind. She gave a little squeak of surprise. He stepped closer, into the space between her legs, and she flicked a knowing glance up and down his body.
"So, now they've finished, do you think we should go and join the staff meeting?"
"They think we are on assignment, Smallville. Let's keep it that way," Lois replied breathlessly then pulled Clark's lips down to meet hers.
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