“Nope, sorry, I came up with the name so all of my flights are free,” Lois informed him, shaking her head at the mention of a plaid tie. She had a feeling he was never going to let up on his quest for her to buy him plaid, just as she would never give up on the one for him to buy her shoes. She’d nearly hit him because of his laughter, but didn’t want to chance him dropping her because of the motion. Not that a simple swipe from her could do him any damage.
Her grip tightened on his shoulders again as he took off, stomach tightening as they lifted into the sky. It wasn’t that she was frightened, more so that the motion took her breath away and she had a feeling she would need to fly with him many more times before rising into the sky wouldn’t be as exhilarating as the first time. Maybe it was that lost little girl inside of her, the one who had read Peter Pan to Lucy after their mother died, who’d longed for an inkling of hope that things would get better after everything had come crashing down. She’d had to give up on childish dreams early, stopped believing in an array of wonders while striving to keep them alive for her younger sister, but up in the sky, she could believe again. Maybe the world wasn’t the same majestic place it had been when she was five and thought her father could right all the wrongs and that Peter Pan was real, but it was getting better and she could help stop the injustice she saw happening every day and some men could fly. There was still hope in the world.
Lois looked back at Clark, unable to stop grinning even as she met his gaze. And there was that feeling again, the one that made her swallow and heart race faster. The one she wasn’t allowing her mind to dwell on and try to name. Though she knew it had to do with that talk Chloe and she had back when they were younger. Lois really hoped her cheeks were not giving away just how hot she was feeling at the moment.
“Does this mean I get to talk your ear off for twenty minutes? We can play twenty questions,” she suggested, quirking her lips as she tried to come up with her first one. For all she knew about Clark there was still a lot she didn’t know about him and the world he came from. Plus if she was asking questions then her brain couldn’t try to work at everything that was happening between the two of them. “I’ll even be nice and let you ask me some questions. Quid pro quo and all. You can go first.”