A/N:You Peeps are awesome as ever! Thank u much for the reviews! Sorry for it being short, and number 3 will be the last part, but I got work in the morning and I really need sleep right now. But I didn't want to leave you guys without another chappie, so Enjoy....and PLZ REVIEW!!! Thanks!
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Clark only gave half-hearted chuckles to the animated chatter coming from Rob, the DP's travel editor. In fact Clark was just chuckling at anything that was coming from his mouth. Even if his words were, 'there is a bomb in the women's bathroom and we are all going to die', Clark's reply would still have been a dry chuckle.
For at that moment, all his thoughts were on Lois, her smile, the silky cascade of chocolate strands at her back. Her lips, the way they pursed to blow out the flames from the candle sticks. And for a moment as her hazel orbs connected with his crystal blues, his heart spasmed in his chest and he swore he flat lined.
He came to at the feel of a pat against his shoulder as Rob said something else he thought was humorous and wanted to share. Clark gave a weak smile as he was dragged into another round of uninteresting chatter that he wasn't much participating in-not participating at all to be correct. He pulled at his tie trying to be polite but all the while inside wishing he would just shut up and was granted his unspoken desire as Rob seen someone else to torture with his innate stories.
Clark's lips finally broke out in a true smile watching as Rob rushed off to his next victim, and his ears were finally given the chance to be relieved.
"Didn't think you had a thing for, Rob."
Clark quickly turned to see Lois standing there watching him, face as blank as ever, as her hazel eyes fell up and down on him. He couldn't speak at the sight of her, and finally having her words directed to him was causing his heart to careen out of control within his chest walls.
"If you want, I do have his number." She teased about the smile on his face, but you could hardly tell she was with the bland sound to her voice. She was still mad...but talking to him at least was a good sign.
"I almost forgotten how funny you could be." Clark smirked back trying to get into their usual banter; he really did missed it about her being gone, among many other things.
Lois shook her head dismissively her eyes fluttering once before locking back onto him. "I wasn't trying to be."
"Lois, I don't want to fig-" Clark started and wasn't surprised when she jumped in to cut him off, practically having to stop himself from rolling his eyes.
"Anyway, here..." She placed the small plate of cake inches from his face, nearly touching his nose. "...Chloe sent me over here to give you a slice."
He took the small plate with the cake from her hand and moved it from his face to give her an annoyed look, which she ignored with a raised brow. The silence becoming awkward between them she cleared her throat to dismiss herself and turned to walk away. A large hand clasped around her wrist brought her to a stop before she could take another step.
"You're going?" He sounded pathetic even to his own ears, but he didn't want her to go. He knew he was pushing his luck right now but he just wanted her to stay around him a little longer...it had been months, after all.
Lois mentally rolled her eyes and bit on her tongue from snapping back too harshly, looking over her shoulder at him. "It is why my feet are pointed in the opposite direction."
"I-I was just thinking...." He was kicking himself inside, she resorted him to stuttering as she drew nearer seeing how his hand was still chained to her wrist and not looking like he was going to let go anytime soon.
"...M-Maybe we could..."
Lois glanced down to her shackled wrist and back to his blues not making it any easier, her head then following a familiar co-worker as she walked by saying,"Welcome back, Lois!"
"Thanks." Lois nodded.
She returned her intense stare to the bumbling one in front of her acting as if this was just an everyday occurrence and not him trying to pour himself to her. He let out a breath, words jumbling in his head, emotions scrambling around so much that he didn't know how to even begin a coherent sentence or what he wanted to say to her first.
"Well, are you going to enlighten me soon or must I gnaw off your hand so I can have my wrist back?"
"....Talk." Clark finally finished releasing hold of her at the same time and watched her rub her wrist as if trying to wipe his touch away.
"I thought that's what I was doing, you know, mouth moving, words coming out." Lois said and plastered on a smile to a few other co-workers who welcomed her back.
"Can we go somewhere and talk? Privately?" He reiterated and added the last part as she didn't seem to mind the distraction from the others greeting her after such a long hiatus.
Lois bit on the inside flesh of her cheek, she was fearing this, there was a subject or two she rather wish was nonexistent. "Umm...I..."
"Lois!" Her name was yelled across the bull pen, snapping the two heads in the direction of the voice. "We need those folders from the stock room, already! "
"I'm on it!" Lois called back in annoyance, though, thankful for the distraction, and glanced quickly to Clark before turning away to do get the needed items.
Clark rolled his eyes at her retreating to avoid any deep talk with him. The truth was they had unfinished business to deal with, the kiss being just one of many things he wanted to talk with her about. First thing was first, before he could reveal his battling emotions, she had to know everything...everything.
Why is he following me? Lois whined in her head, hearing Clark's heavy footsteps behind her and looked heavenward in frustration.
"I'm just getting a few things, I really don't think I need any help." Lois smirked entering into the stock room trailed by a fidgety and silent Clark on her heels.
Lois shook her head aggravated as she placed her hands on her hips, speaking only to fill up the quite air that was annoying her even more. "Why are things never just 'there' when you need them."
Clark swallowed the lump uneasily that stuck in his throat as he worked the nerve and the right words to tell her. He rubbed his hands, he never felt differences in temperature but at that moment his hands felt cold and sweaty. He looked up nervously at her as she paced around trying to locate the folders she was on a mission to hunt down.
After scanning the room with his x-ray vision he replied. "I think they are on the top of the shelf."
Lois cocked her head all the way up to the tip of the shelf that was tall as the wall and nearly touching the ceiling, her shoulders slumping forward.
"They would be." Lois huffed and with there being no ladder, she walked over to a desk and slid it over before Clark had a chance to be a gentleman and help.
"Lois, we need to talk." He finally spoke watching her all the while and wishing she would for once stop acting like she was the invulnerable one.
"We are in private." Lois pointed out the obvious with a 'duh' expression sounding in her voice.
She ignored his irritating, fidgeting and anxious behavior as he turned to close the door behind him, making sure it would be impossible for anyone to over hear their conversation. He took a step further into the room his face twisted a bit in discomfort as she went about her search for the blasted folders.
"I-" He took a breath and held it to keep his voice strong and not break out stuttering. "...I want you to write my story."
Lois' hair swung as she looked over her shoulder to him. "And that would be...what...new found fashion sense?"
Clark looked down at his suit clad body, his plaid wearing days a minimal these days and drew his eyes up to glare at her. "I'm serious."
Lois let out a breath as she whipped around to face him in her usual hands on hips stance and re-verbalized her point. "What story?"
She watched his adam's apple boab as he swallowed dryly and wiped his hands down his tone thighs. The tense silence falling over them within seconds and so palpable you could cut it with a butter knife. Lois raised her brows pressing him on with her eyes and the tilt of her head for an answer.
Clark felt like the ground was rushing up to meet him and the fight to control his beating heart was inevitable as thought after thought he try to rationalize if this was such a good idea to begin with. He felt like he was shaking, his whole body trembling as if suddenly he was standing on a Californian fault line.
Before he could even remember doing it, his lips were moving on thier own and the words were soon coming out to hang on air. "I'm the red-blue-blur."
To Be Continued....
A/N: Sorry again for the short chappie last part tomorrow before the new episode. Thanks for reading now Plz Review!
