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Lois Lane; Intrepid Reporter (thatlanewit) wrote in wariscoming,

Lois couldn’t help but smirk at how flustered he seemed to get as he tried to speak. She should have been nice and let it go, let bygones be bygones and all of that, but one thing she had never been quite able to do was think before speaking and this was definitely one of those times. “You know, Smallville, most guys wouldn’t complain if I was suddenly giving them a lap dance,” she pointed out, unable to help the silent laugh that shook her body.

And then her words caught up with her brain and she pointedly looked down at the ground below, hoping she hadn’t just made the entire trip an uncomfortable mess. It really would be her fault for turning a perfectly good trip to China on its head before even touching down in the country. She wondered if she was quiet for the rest of the flight if that would smooth over awkwardness, but Lois knew that the chances of her remaining quiet during uncomfortable silences was not something that would ever happen. Which was why she was pleased when Clark answered her question about what made him happy.

She mulled his answer over in her mind for a few moments before looking back at him. “You don’t get to do this often, do you?” she finally asked, watching him carefully. “Not the whole take off into the sky bit, but the being you without having to hide any side that you don’t want others to pick up on? Not even with Dick or Kon?” Lois didn’t know why but that saddened her more than she thought possible. For all the good Clark seemed to be able to do for others, it seemed he carried a lot of burdens on his shoulders. She was touching his cheek before she even knew what she was doing, fingers barely ghosting along his skin as she spoke. “I’m glad you feel you can do it with me. Even if you were kind of forced to let me in on the whole Superman secret because of how this world works.”

Realizing what she was doing, Lois quickly dropped her hand back to his shoulder. “Which was smart of you considering I’d have figured it the second after I typed my name into google and then I’d have had to hit you,” Lois teased to lighten the mood and break the nervous tension in her stomach. “And then broke my hand and been even angrier at you and it would have been this vicious cycle instead of me getting delicious chocolates and trips to China. And you get to cart me around and I let you have the peanut chocolates. It’s win-win.”