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12 November 2007 @ 05:47 pm
Fic: The Stairwell  
Title: The Stairwell
Authors: katshakespeare and starrylites
Prompt: Stairwell
Rating: R-ish
Characters: Lois Lane and Clark Kent, with appearances by Perry White, Bruce Wayne, and Diana Prince
Word Count: 5,200ish (sorry, it ran a bit late)
Summary: During a charity even at the Metropolis Hilton, Lois gets an outlandish idea into her head after spying two well-known millionaires in a compromising situation.
Authors' Notes: So this isn't set in any set Clois universe, but rather one that came out of our crazy imaginings. Hope you enjoy the ride.

On the 27th floor of the Metropolis Hilton was the grand ballroom, decorated now in various shades of copper and gold and filled with some of the country's most influential people, all gathered in one place to raise money for the victims of Lex Luthor's latest plot. With the criminal mastermind safely back behind bars, donations were pouring in from all over the country to help those who lost their homes, their loved ones, who were displaced from the crimes he committed.

In one corner of the ballroom, leaning against the far edge of the bar, stood Daily Planet reporter Clark Kent. He uncomfortably tugged at his bow tie and sipped his ice water. His partner, Lois Lane, was dancing with the Planet's editor in chief, Perry White. He watched her every move--the way her curled hair touched the back of her neck, the way her fingers curved over Perry's shoulder, the sparkle in her eyes. He swallowed and dragged his gaze away, suddenly finding Gotham's millionaire playboy, Bruce Wayne, beside him.

Bruce Wayne sent a smile to his bar companion, then followed where his gaze had moved to on the floor. Of course, he wasn't really even sure why he bothered to look; Clark Kent was, if anything, predictable. He too watched Lois Lane glide against the dance floor for a moment before looking back at Clark, all manner of friendly greeting wiped from his face. Appearances were, after all, highly important. With a polite nod, he said, "Diana actually had a pleasant time on our date last night. Wouldn't have thought it, would you?" He held out his hand to Clark to make a formal greeting.

Clark was surprised, both because Bruce was speaking to him outside of their respective alter egos but also at his comment. He took his hand and shook it firmly. "If I'm being honest," he said, "I wouldn't have even thought you'd get the gumption to ask her, let alone her actually agreeing. Is she here? I haven't seen her yet."

"Not yet," he answered, lifting his martini off the bar and raising it to his lips, not taking a drink just yet. "And actually, she accepted rather quietly. Just took three simple promises: good dinner, good sex, and no attachment. All three very easy to meet. So yes, the date was good, the food was good, and the sex—" Bruce grinned. "Anyway, speaking of sex, how is it that Lois has never noticed that almost pornographic gaze you give her? I've never seen it in action before. That's—incredibly desperate." He now took a light sip of his martini and looked up at Clark.

Lois Lane pulled herself back into Perry, but wasn't watching her boss at all. No, her eyes had been drawn across the room to two tall, dark-haired figures, both of which she would recognize anywhere. One, the one she saw every day, was leaning against the bar, slouching enough to take away at least two inches from his height. It made Clark Kent just as tall as Bruce Wayne. Wayne, however, was standing very properly, with a nonchalant stance about him. "I don't get it, Perry," she said, looking back at her dancing partner and spinning out to the music. "I work so hard to make contacts, and Clark has Bruce Wayne just walk up to him. How does he do that?"

Perry turned to follow her gaze, not surprised at all that Clark was talking with Bruce Wayne. "Well for one thing, Lois," Perry said, a chuckle rumbling deep in his throat. "Kent's not pushy, or intimidating. He's just as good-natured as they come. Whereas you on the other hand--" Even Perry White knew better than to finish that thought.

A flush passed across Clark's face and he slouched a bit more than he already was. He lifted a hand and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I -- she never notices anything about me, does she?" He didn't think Bruce talking about sex with Diana was something he needed to address, let alone think about which, unfortunately, he was already doing.

Lois glared at Perry, but also didn't ask him to finish the statement. She knew full well that she was impossible, irritating, pushy…bordering on obnoxious. But it also got the job done...even if she didn't get the Bruce Waynes of the world to talk to her. "I guess you're right. Clark is—incredibly good-natured." And it made him a fun partner, though she'd never tell him so. Wouldn't want the mild-mannered geek to think she had any feelings towards him.

Bruce laughed. "I don't know, Clark. She's sure giving us plenty of looks. I'd say she notices you." He scanned the room for any sign of Diana, hoping to spot her.

"You're not being obvious or anything, Bruce," Clark said over the rim of his water glass. A moment later, the corner of his mouth turned up slightly and he nodded to the door. "Diana Prince in five, four, three, two, one..."

When Diana Prince stepped into a room, people noticed. And every head turned as she arrived fashionably late, in a modestly cut maroon dress, her hair full and curled against her neck and shoulders. After a brief glance around the room, she cut a path directly for the two men leaning against the bar.

"Looks like Bruce Wayne isn't the only name Kent attracts," Perry said, stumbling over Lois's toes with a muttered sorry. "She must be wearing half a million dollars worth of diamonds."

Without a thought to guide them, Lois' eyebrows narrowed. "Of come on, Perry. She's just over there because Bruce is standing there, Clark has absolutely nothing to do with it."

Bruce turned to her and nodded politely. "Miss Prince, you look ravishing as ever." Well, actually, she looked a whole lot better than ravishing, but he wasn't going to say so, and certainly wasn't going to show her how he felt about it.

Clark straightened to his full height, taller than both Diana and Bruce. "Miss Prince," he greeted easily, "it's nice to see you again." He accepted her hand when she offered it. "Is that your way of asking me to dance?"

Diana looked over her shoulder. "I just thought she might need a nudge in the right direction." She smiled, but her gaze shifted ever so briefly to Bruce, and a pretty blush spread over her cheeks.

Perry raised an eyebrow as Clark and Diana made their way out onto the dance floor, leaving Bruce Wayne alone with only his martini for company. "You want to revise that, Lane?"

Bruce sipped on his martini and watched them go, trying not to pay too much mind to Diana's quick glance. Diana was not one to blush, but she had, in fact, blushed, and a certain amount of pride welled up in him. He had done something worthy of making Diana Prince blush. Now, of course, someone would come up with something important to say to him soon enough. Well, he hoped anyway. More likely was a diplomat or a lawyer who had always wanted to meet him, and they would definitely not have anything important to say.

Lois glared first at Clark and Diana, then at Perry. "She's just being polite." But Lois took the lead and started to push Perry around the dance floor, trying to keep her gaze on them. Her grip on Perry's hand and shoulder also visibly tightened, her knuckles marbled in red and white.

"Whoa, easy there little lady," Perry said, chuckling again. "I don't know about you, but in my time, the men lead at the dancing. Now I know you're a twenty-first century woman, Lane, but I'm still living in the 50s, so --" But he stopped talking when he felt her grip tighten even more. His eyes widened slightly when he realized she was steering them nearer Kent and Prince. "Well, I'll be!"

"What!" Lois snapped, glaring at him. "I am merely a curious reporter moving towards her target of interest, and that's all! And don't you dare even suggest to the contrary. If Clark wants to dance with ritzy millionaires who stay locked up in their New York penthouse all day long, he is more than welcome to." She steered them to a location about three people away from Clark and Diana, a spot where she could easily watch them without looking too suspicious.

"Bruce said the two of you went out on a unattached date last night," Clark said by way of making conversation. He watched Diana closely, waiting for a smile to appear or that blush to return. Neither happened.

"For an oversized alien, you're surprisingly nimble on your feet, Kal," Diana said demurely, letting him lead her in a small circle on the dance floor.

"Even if I trod on your toes," Clark teased, "it wouldn't hurt much."

Diana tilted her head and smiled at him, a real smile she reserved nearly only for her close friends, and lately both Clark and Bruce were included in that category. Her gaze shifted. "Is she watching you?"

He nodded. 

She stepped back from him, lowering her arms and bowing her head slightly. "Thank you for the dance, Mr. Kent," she said. Diana took a small step to the side but hesitated and instead leaned up to brush her lips past Clark's jaw. She smiled again then made her way back to the ballroom's main door, the crowd parting for her.

Clark watched her bare shoulders then turned, not toward where Lois and Perry were dancing -- he knew her reaction; her heartbeat had sped up the moment he'd started dancing with Diana -- but toward his friend. He gave Bruce a slight inclination of the head, as if to say good luck.

Bruce met Clark's gaze, talking over one dignitary or another (he'd already forgotten his name), gave him a small head nod, then turned his gaze to Diana's back. He apologized to whomever it was he was talking and finished his martini quickly, starting off after Diana, getting to the door just behind her. "Leaving without a dance, Miss Prince?"

Diana felt the hair at the back of her neck stand up slightly and she knew Bruce was close behind her. She stopped in the doorway and turned to him. "Mr. Wayne, I'm afraid I have more pressing matters to attend to this evening. However, if you'd care to join me, I will not object." It was said nearly as a dare.

Bruce looked into her eyes for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Well, now, I think I would very much like to help you with these pressing matters. I've already talked to more than my fair share of—very important people. Shall we?" He walked to the door of the stairwell and motioned for her to go first.

Diana shared a smile with Bruce. She checked over her shoulder and, satisfied that the hallway was nearly empty, disappeared through the doorway.

Lois bored her eyes into the back of Diana's head as she walked out of the ballroom. Jealousy was a strange emotion, one that sometimes she could predict. Other times, like the green dragon that erupted in her stomach at Diana kissing his jaw, were unexpected. Those unexpected ones are always the most brutal, and the ones that made her do stupid things. "Thank you, Perry. It was fun," she murmured, not totally sure she said it out loud. She let go of her boss and marched, in beat with the music, to Clark, grabbed him by the tie and marched, still in beat with the music, to the middle of the dance floor, proceeding to dance with him. "You let her kiss you."

Clark lost his footing as Lois dragged him halfway across the floor and put her hands on his shoulders. She grabbed his hand and straightened him, practically using him like a mannequin to mold into a perfect dance partner. "Uh, Lois, is something wrong?"

"What? Oh no, nothing wrong, nothing at all," she said, looking around the room. "I'm just fine, Clark. What makes you think I'm not?"

Clark wasn't really listening to Lois as all. Rather, he was listening to a siren blaring down in Suicide Slums, signaling a fire in a low-income apartment complex. "Lois, you know what, rain check on this dance? I forgot to put the cat out." He hoped she didn't know he didn't have a cat. He flashed her what he tried to make look like a 'forgive me, please' smile, then dashed for the exit.

Lois gaped in the middle of the dance floor. There truly were no words for it. Clark had—he'd—she glared at his retreating back. Of course, she wasn't Diana so even dancing with her for ten seconds must have been dissatisfying. "You put your cat out and you live on the sixth floor? Amazed it's still alive," she grumbled, then walking to the bar, her shoes clicking with her extra heavy steps. She paid for a glass of wine, drank it quickly, and stared out over the couples dancing, trying not to take Clark's lame excuse personally.

But it was really hard.

Perry practically appeared at her side. "Where did Kent go? Think he's off getting Wayne and Prince to interview?" He chuckled at himself and shook his head. He grinned at his own humor, knowing the ridiculous nature of the statement but hoping he was right. An interview with Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince would certainly sell papers.

Lois, bit the inside of her mouth. "He went to let his cat out," she seethed, not looking directly at Perry.

"He went --" Perry stopped. "I didn't know Kent had a cat." He squinted a bit, looking around the ball room. "Then where did Wayne and Prince go?"

"I didn't know you let cats out when you live on the sixth floor," she replied, looking over at him with a shrug. Maybe he had gone to get an interview; he pretended he'd never stoop to scooping, but he would against her; she was sure of it. "I don't know. They were gone before I noticed."

Perry frowned. "I really hoped to get at least a statement from one of them," he said. "Lane, you're disappointing me."


Perry shrugged and turned to order another gin and tonic. "Have a good night, Lois." He raised his glass to her with a grim look then headed off in the direction he last saw his wife.

Lois opened her mouth and looked at him in disbelief. He was disappointed in her? For not keeping tabs on a couple of snobbish millionaires (no, Bruce would quickly correct you and say he was billionaire) for ten seconds? "Perry!" she said, once he was out of earshot, looking back around the room, hoping for another story to pop up in front of her. And one did. She looked beyond the dancers to the wallflowers on the opposite side of the room, and one wallflower stood out above the others.

Alfred Pennyworth. Lois grinned. Bruce was still in the building.

With a renewed drive, Lois strutted to the ballroom entrance and walked out onto the mezzanine, looking at the various escape hatches. If Bruce wanted to get away and not be seen, he could have gone anywhere. If he was in a hurry though, the stairs would get him somewhere much faster than the elevator would, given what floor they were on and how much traffic was moving on it. No, stairs definitely made more sense. She slowly opened the stairwell door, and stepped out onto the platform.

Bruce had Diana pushed up against the wall and was holding one of her legs up over his hip, his hand exploring the underside of her thigh. His other hand was even busier at work; he pulled one strap of her dress off her shoulder and let it drop low enough to allow him to comfortably cup her bare breast. His mouth wreaked havoc over hers, molding and pushing up against her lips.

Diana let out a low moan, one of her hands tangled into the hair at the back of his head. Her other was fumbling with his tie and the buttons at his neck, freeing enough of the fabric to dip her fingers onto bare skin. Her cheeks were flushed, the back of her head awkwardly rubbing against the brick wall behind her. It certainly seemed that she was enjoying it.

Lois was about to start up the stairs, and stopped, gaping. A story in the making. Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince...not Clark Kent and Diana Prince. She could beat the tabloids, and turn it into real news, full of good observations and speculation. It was perfect. And yet...so mesmerizing. Hot and heavy making out at a charity event in an open stairwell…

Bruce moaned and sucked lightly on her lip. "Need to move?"

Diana curled her fingers into his hair and shook her head. She tipped her head back, which forced him to drag his mouth down her throat, opening and closing against her pulse. "You're addicting," she breathed out. She shifted her weight, in the process squeezing his hip with her thigh.

"Sorry, I'll have to work on that." He laughed, loud enough that it echoed through the skyscraper's many floors. He let out a deep breath and replaced her strap to release the other side, letting her leg support itself while he nibbled at her pulse.

Diana decided to forgo the buttons at his shirt and the silkiness of his hair to press her hands at the waist of his dress pants. "I need --" she managed to get out but her heart was thumping and her chest rising and falling.

Bruce nodded and propped her up on the railing, not worrying about how exposed he'd just left her to the empty stairwell. He hiked up the skirt of her dress and ran his fingers up the inside of her legs. "A thong. Good girl."

Diana dropped her forehead onto his shoulder and scratched the skin at his stomach with her fingernails. "I figured something has to be easy for you. They have bats on them." She opened her mouth against his neck and quickly made short work of his slacks, pushing them down over his hips.

Lois' mouth dropped open in disbelief. They wouldn't! She put on a grin. Perry wanted a story? Oh, he'd get one. Lois licked her lips and found a sudden flash of tall, dark, and handsome obscuring her vision. She was in Diana’s spot, and he was in Bruce’s, and the prospect of what they were about to do was making her breathing erractic. Strangely enough, it wasn't the tall, dark, and handsome she expected to come to mind, not at all…

When Clark returned to the ballroom, he couldn't spot Lois anywhere. For a moment he thought she might have given up and gone home, which was nothing less than what he deserved of course. But a second sweep revealed her, stationary, in the landing of the stairwell. He frowned. "Lois, what are you doing--?"

Bruce smiled at the bat comment, but stopped and held up a hand, motioning for her silence. That didn’t stop him from continuing progress, however.

"Clark!" she yelped, immediately closing the door and stepping out onto the main floor. "Is your cat all right?" Her heart was pounding fast enough it could be seen through her dress, but she sent him an innocent smile.

Clark blinked once, looking down at her. "What were you--?" He turned and looked through the door, his eyes widening a bit out of surprise at what exactly he saw there -- two of his best friends almost completely entwined and -- "Uh, yeah, he's -- she's -- fine. Uh -- do you wanna dance?"

Lois looks up at him. "No, but I wanted to." She sighed and brushed past him. She wasn't mad at him; on the contrary, that was more of Diana Prince than she ever wanted to see (couldn't say the same of Bruce Wayne) and the interruption was needed to pull her out of her staring spell…and daydream.

"Oh, well, gee, Lois, I'm sorry I had to run out like that." He put a tentative hand at her lower back and ushered her away from the stairwell door. "She has accidents if she's not let out."

"There's something amazing called the litter box, Clark," she said. She didn't realize it, not at first, but as soon as his hand was on her back, she leaned into it then into him.

Clark looked down at her. "Right, yeah." He was caught in his lie now and there was nothing he could do.

"Yeah, and I can't imagine letting a cat out when you live on the 6th floor is anything convenient. Let her out around the whole neighborhood? Because I'm sure that's a great way to get her run over. Unless of course that's what you let her out for, which I would think by the end of the night you would have fully succeeded in killing the cat that I'm pretty sure doesn't exist because you've never mentioned her before and never have needed to let her out before. But hey, it was a great way to get out of dancing with me, wasn't it?" She walked past the ballroom door, heading for the other side of the hall.

Clark blinked once, then twice, at Lois before quickening his stride to catch up with her. "I didn't want to get out of dancing with you, Lois," he said, walking as closely behind her as he could without running into her.

She turned on him, stopping dead in her tracks, which she knew would mean Clark would run into her. "Really? Then why the lame excuse, Clark? Huh? I realize I just sorta invited myself into being your dance partner, but would it have killed you to wait the extra sixty seconds for the end of the song?" She stared up into his eyes, waiting for his answer.

He did stumble against her and had to put his hands out to her shoulders. Accidentally, he brushed the side of her hand over her breast, his cheeks immediately turning red. He stepped back quickly and dropped his hands to his sides. "I'm sorry, Lois," was all he could think of to say.

His hand was electrifying. Oh yeah, he'd brushed her before, numerous times, but her mind thought back to the fantasies that sped into her head while in the stairwell, to how good it'd felt just thinking about her and—not Superman. "It's okay, Clark. I mean...yeah. You know what—"

It was such a fast thought, she almost couldn't trust it, but...oh, it sounded so perfect. "Apology accepted." Without warning she grabbed his tie, pulled him to the opposite stairwell, and rammed him against the platform wall and kissed him good and full on the lips.

Clark, who usually had quite a bit of time to react, didn't this time. One second he was ready with another apology and the next he was trapped between a determined Lois and the wall, her mouth firmly planted on his. It was like the sunshine he felt above the clouds, he realized, kissing Lois Lane. In the half second it took him to get his bearings, he was already returning the kiss, one hand snaking easily and comfortably into her curls.

As soon as she felt his lips mold into hers and start to return pressure, goose bumps erupted all over her, and the kiss just wasn't satisfying her. No, sex in the stairwell probably wasn't a good idea, but the kiss wasn't going to be enough, not near enough to cover the growing passion that only his lips were inflicting on her. Oh, she needed more of him, yes, she needed more of Clark Kent, and she let her desperation leak into the kiss.

Clark opened his mouth over hers, slipping his tongue along her lower lip. He wanted to ask her how this came out, what made her kiss him, why she was pressing herself so tightly against him. "Lois," he whispered, his voice deep.

"Hmn?" she moaned, opening her mouth in open invitation to his tongue.

He lost his thought the moment his tongue slipped in and touched hers. He groaned and put a hand on her hip, pulling her snug against him.

Lois smiled, which felt funny both against his lips and on their tongues, which made her giggle a little before taking a deep breath and returning to the kiss with a wider mouth and more fervor than she had the first time. One of her hands ran up his back and weaved into his locks of hair.

He breathed into the kiss and chuckled lightly at the feeling of her smiling against him. "Lois," he murmured again.

"Clark?" she breathed, tilting his head to change the angle on their kiss.

"What are you doing?"

"Making out with you."

"Why?" Not that it really mattered, he realized, but if she'd -- "How much have you had to drink, Lois?" he asked, pulling back to look at her, his eyes dark behind his glasses.

Lois frowned, looking up at him. "No, I’’m not drunk, but if you don't think I'd kiss you otherwise..."

He shook his head. "No, I -- well I never thought you'd kiss me at all! Ever!"

"And why wouldn't I?"

"I -- don't know?" he practically asked, suddenly feeling a bit suffocated trapped between her and the wall.

Lois rolled her eyes, grabbed him by the collar, and kissed him again.

Clark gasped and kissed her back, his mind going fuzzy all over again. She made him weak in the knees, he realized. He curled his fingers back into her hair. "Lois," he said, "this is not really the best place..."

"Shut up, Clark. If Prince and Wayne can have sex, we can kiss." She tugged on his collar just a bit more, her fingers curling around it. She expected to touch his chest, curious whether it was hairy or smooth…but she didn't touch his chest at all.

Clark wasn't sure which part of what was happening made me squirm and try to get away more-- the fact that she had seen Diana and Bruce or the fact that her fingers were brushing against his Superman suit.

Lois could feel the worry on his lips, and she pulled back, her body shaking. No, that was impossible, absolutely impossible. She pulled the tiniest bit on his shirt, saw a sliver of blue, and took a deep breath. "Bastard," before punching him and charging up the stairs, only to fall and break her heel two flights up. She crashed to the metal stairs, leaning her head against the railing, letting full tears fall down her cheeks.

Clark hissed tightly but managed to jerk his head to the side to take most of the blow away from her hand. "Lois!" he called out and in a nanosecond he was beside her. "Lois, I never meant --" He reached out to wipe at her cheeks. "Are you hurt?"

Lois threw her broken shoe at him and went back to clutching the railing.

He ducked away just in time. "Lois!" he boomed, in that voice that's somewhere between the uncertain stammering of Clark and the deep, rumble of Superman.

Lois jumped and looked back at him, her eyes wide and swollen from crying. She swallowed and took a deep breath before stammering, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked gently.

The ability to speak was gone, and all she could do was nod.

He could hear her heart beating and could feel his. He stared at her and slightly shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said. He looked at her for another moment before turning and heading up the stairs.

Lois watched him go, threw her other shoe off, and started up the stairs after him. "Clark!"

He turned, exasperated. "What! Because -- it's not something I can just tell people, okay? It's not quite as simple as saying, hey Lois, I'm also Superman. I don't tell people, and -- maybe one day I would have told you. I know I've imagined it more than once and it never exactly turned out with you punching me."

Lois narrowed her eyes. "What? Now I'm getting reprimanded?!"

"No," he said, "of course not! But -- why are you mad?"

"Why am I mad?!" Lois took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Of course she had always thought Clark was hiding something, how could anyone as talented and good-natured as he was be that awkward, but to be hiding this? Of all things, this? "I'm mad because one half of you has been stumbling over me, giving goofy smiles at me, asking me why I would ever kiss him, and being my best friend while the other side loves me and hugs me and is everything a boyfriend would be except he won't commit to anything. You've been playing me!"

He opened his mouth to respond but for a moment nothing came out. "You never gave me a second glance as Clark, but Superman--! Lois, that's never been easy for me, to know I have a chance with you as part of me and yet have my heart break a little every day as the other part of me."

Lois looked away for a moment, then back at him. "Who was the one I was being jealous over at the charity ball? It wasn't Superman. You can't blame me for not being interested in Clark. Clark wears glasses that cover his entire face, is obviously artificial in some ways, and didn’t let anybody in. And yet he was still my best friend, and I got jealous tonight, and I wanted my dance with Clark Kent, but you had to let your cat out."

"No, I had to save a cat and put out a fire," he corrected without thinking. He sighed heavily. "Look, Lois, you -- you were jealous? Of who?"

Lois blinked at the correct, but shook her head. "I was jealous of Diana, that she was the one dancing with you and kissing your jaw. Not me."

"Of Diana! Lois, you don't have to be jealous of Diana!"

"How was I supposed to know she's getting her fill with Wayne?"

"Because she's -- they're -- I didn't even know that, Lois, but believe me, I'm not interested in Diana. I'm only interested in you."

Lois rolled her eyes, wondering why Clark would think he’d know the personal lives of Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince anyway. "Thank you for that wonderfully cheesy pick-up line." With a heavy sigh, she brushed past him and walked the rest of the way to the roof. Once she got there, however, she realized her usual way down was a couple of flights below her and happened to be the person she was currently mad at.

Given the circumstances, she settled for screaming. And it felt good.
A work in progress: Super Lois and Clarkancarett on November 13th, 2007 02:36 am (UTC)
Oh, poor, poor Lois! What a lousy night out, even with all the hot times in the stairwell. Clark just had to blow it all, didn't he? At least as far as she's concerned.

Great story!
a writer now: [pp] addison elevatorkatshakespeare on November 13th, 2007 03:22 am (UTC)
Don't we know by now that Clark always blows it? Ha. Sad, isn't it? But true...

And thank you! We had quite a bit of fun with it.
Sreya: Superman - Lineupsreya on November 13th, 2007 06:21 am (UTC)
*laugh* It's absolutely amazing how many ways we can come up with for Clark to completely blow it.

Definitely enjoyed this one, it was a lot of fun.
Barbara: Clois Comicshtbthomas on November 13th, 2007 11:07 am (UTC)
Oh, I loved this story! So hot, and so funny at the same time. Putting Bruce and Diana into this as a catalyst for Lois was a really great idea... and wow, I was already interested in Bruce/Diana, now I'm just a little bit more interested. I mean, it does make sense, as close as the three of them are. ♥

Anyway, excellent work!
a writer now: [random] bruce and dianakatshakespeare on November 13th, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
Bruce and Diana are clearly an OTP. For serious.

And we're glad you enjoyed it! It was such fun to write together -- I still have a second prompt so maybe I'll see if Jenna wants to do that one with me too. And if that's the case, I can nearly guarantee that Bruce and Diana will pop up again. We adore them :D

Thank you!
Ashley: DC wonderbatstarrylites on November 13th, 2007 03:59 pm (UTC)
I think we can bring in more Bruce and Diana...that shouldn't be hard at all since we almost have more fun with them than we do with Clark and Lois anymore.
Lisamrsmosley on November 13th, 2007 01:42 pm (UTC)
What a great, fun story!
a writer now: [sv] clark karakatshakespeare on November 13th, 2007 02:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Obsessed fangirl: SR - Lois and Clark - teambabettew54 on November 17th, 2007 04:52 pm (UTC)
Bruce and Diana were very hot; the tension you created was really good. Wow, a scene like that in a place where you could get caught at any second, a real turn on!:D

And Ms. Lane was definitely turned on. I don’t know who was more shocked by her jealousy, Clark or her, and her sudden desire to kiss him? *LOL* Oh, we get a reveal too? A wonderful surprise. Lois didn’t think it was wonderful, though. But it was Clark that she finally admitted she was interested in and drawn too. Loved the ending, too.

Thanks so much. I really liked it.
Loony Loopy Lea Lovegood: Wonder Womanchickadilly on December 9th, 2007 09:35 am (UTC)
I just now read this (I'm way behind on my fic reading ... ) and what a fun story. Diana/Bruce is hot! And Lois was turned on ... heee. I love how she found out about Clark too - awesome read. :D

stormqueen280: Rosesstormqueen280 on February 17th, 2008 06:52 am (UTC)
This fic is absolutely amazing! I love Jealous!Lois, and Bruce and Diana... man, those two are just hot. Simply hot. Congratulations, and I hope you don't mind - I friended you two!
stormqueen280stormqueen280 on February 17th, 2008 06:53 am (UTC)
I forgot to ask, who's the Diana on the banner? I don't recognize the model...
a writer now: [random] bruce and dianakatshakespeare on February 17th, 2008 06:56 am (UTC)
Katharine McPhee from American Idol.
stormqueen280: Some skillstormqueen280 on February 18th, 2008 03:57 am (UTC)
Thanks! She makes a wonderful Wonder Woman.