Lois is not in the mood to be toyed with. Well, honestly she would never be in the mood to be toyed with by Clark Kent, regardless of how well he filled out that black t-shirt. Sick and tired of this ridiculous chase, she reaches towards him, ready to dig the bracelet out of his jeans. Clark can't let it go, fully aware it's that little bracelet that is making him feel so alive and uninhibited. He takes a large step back, keeping the prize just out of her reach again.
"Listen farm boy, I'm not going to sit here and play games with you. This is not 'fun time," she says, quoting the words with her fingers. "Now hand it over and nobody will get hurt," she insists, motioning 'give it' with her outstretched hand.
Clark laughs, knowing all too well there's no way on Earth, or any other planet, that Lois Lane could hurt him. Completely relishing the opportunity to push her buttons, he reaches out, and slaps her hand, giving her five like a little boy on a school yard. "I can do it on the side, and in the hole," he says with a wink and boyish grin. "Now that could be lots of fun," he adds, putting his hands behind his back in satisfaction of his clever play on words, anxiously awaiting her retort.
"Okay, so this is how he wants to play," Lois thinks to herself, gaining renewed strength in knowing that he was trying to win a game she invented. Walking alluringly towards him, she sticks out her chest, batting her eyes, and twisting a lock of hair around her finger. These are her weapons. Smallville is going down.
"Fun? You want fun?" Lois asks, puckering her lips, draping one of her arms around Clark's neck. She looks deep into his eyes, allowing her lips to reside only a breath away from his. "Yeah, let's have some fun," she whispers seductively, while secretly clenching her other hand into a fist until her knuckles crack. With a devilish grin, she thrusts her hand into his crotch, tightly gripping the package that belongs to her, and the one that belongs to him. "I want it now!" she demands, her eyes threatening to squeeze harder if he does not oblige.
Unfortunately for Lois, Clark cannot be hurt. Confused on how exactly to proceed, she continues to hold tightly to that which normally brings men to their knees. Yet, for some reason Clark is still standing. The look in his eyes made her fear that if she continued to hold on, his large frame standing erect would not be the least of her worries.
The feeling of Lois' hand on him ignites a fire beneath his skin. Her handling of him excites him, quickly raising the temperature of his body. He feels the flames rising within him, the smoldering sensation building, burning his eyes. He can no longer hold back. There is an explosion within him, and the release is a stream of fire which begins to engulf the booth selling corn across from them.
"What the...," Lois says, releasing her grip, staring wide eyed at burning corn booth, which now is raining popcorn down upon the market.
"Let's get out of here," Clark says, grabbing Lois' arm, dragging her away from the scene.
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The flames and smoke quickly rise into the air. The pine booth is rapidly being swallowed by the relentless fire. Patrons and vendors run from the chaos, frightened and shocked, never really having gotten over the scare of the meteor shower from years past. Flames from the sky can be translated into only one thing for the folks in Smallville; Run! Jonathan and Martha, however, see the glow of orange just up the row from their own booth, and quickly run towards it.
Chloe stands with her mouth wide open. She's seen things set ablaze unexpectedly before. She knows who has the power to start fires with a simple glance. Working the details out in her head, she comes to the conclusion that since the lovely and perfect Lana Lang is no where to be found, this time Clark's premature combustion had to be over Lois. "Damn that tank top," Chloe says under her breath, tightly clenching her fist and jaw, her determined eyes fixed and ready.
"Okay Cuz, this is war."