Drabble 63 | Yarn
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sanalaylaA/N: Deleted Scene from "Escape":
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Lois leaned over and grabbed the last piece of beef jerky from the bag of snacks she’d packed before they’d left for the trip. She held it out to Clark and offered, “You want it?”
Clark grimaced. “Uh… no thanks. I can’t believe you can eat all that stuff.” He cast a look her way, his eyes trailed over her body and he added, “And still look like that.”
Pausing in the act of biting into the spicy snack, Lois asked, with a raised brow, “Look like what?”
Automatically, Clark’s eyes dropped to her curve of her waist and he couldn’t help but keep going down to the flare of her hips and the way her long legs looked encased in her tight jeans. Briefly, he considered abusing his powers and using his x-ray vision to see what her legs looked like without the jeans. Then, he realized that not only would that be cheating, he also couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to find out the old-fashioned way. Almost forcefully, he lifted his gaze to meet hers and he cleared his throat. With a sigh, he turned his attention back to road, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Never mind.”
Lois stared at him for a second, suddenly realizing what Clark had been talking about. It was hard not to when he looked at her like that. She couldn’t help but flush a bit in response and grabbed the soda resting in the cup-holder between their seats and she drank the last of it down in one gulp. Chewing on her lower lip nervously, Lois looked out the window, noting that the sky was setting and the Kansas scenery, usually so bland, was actually looking somewhat attractive. Rifling through her mind to find a topic of conversation suitable to break what was growing into a rather long, uncomfortable silence, she tried to think of anything but sex. And was, unfortunately, completely unsuccessful.
When Clark had proposed the trip to her a couple of weeks back, Lois had automatically said yes without even thinking about the ramifications. About five minutes after she’d agreed, she had realized what it meant. And from that point onwards, it was pretty much all she could think about. That wasn’t to say that she was unhappy about it. No, her mind and body were not only ready, but they were over-ready. Chances were quite high that she was going to spontaneously combust the first time Clark touched her.
The problem was that when you made plans to go away for the weekend to have sex for the first time, it suddenly became the gigantic pink elephant in the room. The closer they got to their destination, the closer they got to consummating their relationship. And it seemed that every second was spent thinking about that moment. And that was making The Moment seem like it was going to be biggest moment of her life.
And that was... a lot of pressure.
So, she had spent the last two weeks having the most random and weird thoughts. What if she didn’t live up to expectations? Lois hadn’t been with that many guys, but what if Clark thought she was too experienced? Not experienced enough? The only girl Clark had ever been with had been Lana, and a horrific thought passed through Lois’s mind where she couldn’t help but wonder if Clark would think she was too tall. Or was Lana too short? Then, she berated herself for allowing her mind to go there. After all, it wasn’t like she compared Clark to Oliver when they were making out. So why would he compare her to Lana?
She stole a glance towards Clark and couldn’t help but smile a little at how striking he looked, with his tousled dark hair, perfect bone structure, and piercing eyes. No, she definitely wasn’t comparing him to Oliver. The fact was that Clark Kent was pretty incomparable.
At the thought, her stomach twisted into knots again and she blindly looked out the window. At the first sign that she saw, she exclaimed, in a too loud voice, “Oh my God. Kansas houses the world’s largest ball of yarn, Smallville! Did you KNOW that?”
Startled, Clark looked her way. “No, I didn’t.”
“We should go check it out,” Lois suggested, pointing towards the side of the road. “Next exit. Exit nineteen.”
“Lois….” Clark didn’t even bother to hide his confusion. “It’s twenty miles one way.”
“So?” Clearly, Clark was not getting the idea that she had no problem with that. In fact, that was exactly what she liked about the little detour.
“That’s forty miles out of the way,” Clark pointed out, in what he probably considered to be a very patient and reasonable tone of voice. “And we might miss dinner at the inn.”
“We can stop somewhere to have dinner after we check out the yarn,” Lois responded, easily. “I’m not even that hungry.”
“I wonder why.” Pointedly, Clark glanced down at her feet, where a bag rested with the remnants of all the snacks she’d eaten over the past few hours. He indicated towards the sky and added, “Besides, it’s going to rain.”
“Smallville….” Knowing full well he was incapable of saying no when she used her best cajoling tone of voice, she said brightly, “How can we be right next to the biggest ball of yarn ever and not check it out?”
Clark rolled his eyes, but he took the exit, anyway.
*
Silently, Lois and Clark stood in front of the display, which was exactly as advertised – it was a big, gigantic, ball of a yarn.
Biting back a grin, Clark cast a sideways look towards Lois and asked, “So… um… was it worth it? Everything you were hoping for?”
Lois crossed her arms and gazed back at him with a challenging tilt of her head. “Absolutely. The best ball of yarn I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
A bit skeptically, Clark stared down at her and nodded. “Right. And how many balls of yarn have you laid eyes on, Lois? I mean, roughly speaking?”
“A lot,” Lois informed him, knowing full well that he was starting to understand why she’d dragged him out here. And she didn’t like that idea. “It’s fascinating,” she added, with a bright smile. “But, you know… I think we’re done here. I’m starving.”
With that, she turned towards the exit and started to bound down the stairs. Clark grabbed a hold of her arm and tugged her back. “Wait, don’t you want to hear the story? We haven’t even checked out the other side,” he pointed out, teasingly. “There’s a souvenir shop, too.”
Pursing her lips a bit, Lois squinted at the yarn and turned back to him. “Yeah, I think if we’ve seen one side, we’ve seen them all, Smallville. We’re good. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Before Clark could respond, their tour guide interrupted a bit anxiously. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Sir. But we were thinking of closing early today because of the storm. Are you two just about done?”
“Of course, we are.” With a warm smile directed towards the elderly man who’d let them into the exhibit, Clark clasped Lois’s shoulders and started to steer her towards the exit. “Thanks for letting us check it out.”
Lois let him push her towards the gate and beamed back at the man. “Yeah, thanks.”
*
When they were safely on the road again, Lois grabbed the brochure from the bed and breakfast that Clark had brought along with them and started to read out loud from it. “So… apparently, this place has been in the McDougal family for years. The innkeeper inherited it from her family. It’s pretty old.”
Clark peered through the windshield and then set his wipers at a higher speed, frowning a bit at the darkening sky. “Well, old can be charming. I’m sure it’s got personality.”
A shot of lightening struck and then thunder rolled through the sky. Lois jumped a bit in response and then let out a slight laugh. “Why do I suddenly feel like we’re in a slasher flick? Isn’t that what the doomed couple says right before they end up being the serial killer’s next meal?”
Clark couldn’t help but pull his gaze away from the road to look at Lois. With a slightly disarming smile, he said, “Lois, I promise you that if there’s a serial killer on the loose, I’ll protect you.”
Biting back a grin, Lois answer, in a mock-serious tone, “Smallville, if anyone’s doing the protecting, it’s me protecting you. I mean, let’s be serious, here.”
With a slight eye roll, Clark turned his attention back to the road. Two seconds later, Lois let out a sound of delight. “Look, a diner! Pull over, pull over, pull over!!”
“All right, all right, I am,” Clark answered, laughing at her exuberance over the simple wooden sign.
The exuberance turned to dejection when they realized the diner was closed because of the weather. Lois glared at the sign, her fingers tightening on her umbrella. “Why are people acting like we’re in a monsoon? It’s not raining that hard.”
Looking up at the overcast sky and the rain pouring down around them, Clark responded, “Well, it’s not exactly a monsoon, but it’s not safe, either. We should get going.”
Lois kicked at the porch railing on her way back to the car and let out a frustrated huff. “I’m starving. This sucks.” Her lip stuck out and she knew she was pouting, but she couldn’t help it. Two things made her turn into a ten year old. Being hungry or non-caffeinated. And losing at Guitar Hero. This situation was definitely qualifying under the first category.
Clark stopped at their car and turned to face her. “We’ll find you something to eat. I’m sure there’s something around here.” He shifted her umbrella out of the way so he could look at her and he cupped her cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb over her lips lightly, until they curved into a reluctant smile.
“Okay, fine,” Lois replied. “But I warn you, I’m not a pleasant person when I haven’t eaten.”
Letting out a laugh, Clark opened the car door for her. Before shutting her in, he leaned down and said, teasingly, “I’ve known you for five years, Lois. Trust me, that’s an understatement.”
*
Unfortunately, there weren’t a lot of places off the beaten path that took them to the bed and breakfast. The few places that served food were closed because of the weather. And, truthfully, Lois was starting to get concerned about the rain herself. Clark was a good driver and his truck was in good shape, but the rain wasn’t letting up.
By the time they pulled up to the inn, Lois was thankful they’d arrived in one piece and she quickly stepped out, grabbing her own bags from the back seat before Clark could help her. When he stopped to give her an annoyed look, she shrugged in apology and left them there for him to bring in and made her way towards the front door. After all, if he wanted to be chivalrous, who was she to stop him?
Letting herself in, she pointed out, “I know it’s called a bed and breakfast, but missing dinner is a definite bust. I’m starving!” She tossed the inn’s brochure on the desk, not even realizing she’d brought it in with her. “And I already ate the granola bar that’s been at the bottom of my purse since… I don’t know when.”
Clark followed after her, laden down with her bags and suitcases and set them off to the side. When he turned to face her, he looked a little exasperated. “Lois, we wouldn’t be late if we hadn’t driven forty miles out of the way to see the world’s largest ball of yarn,” Clark reminded her, for the umpteenth time.
Lois looked at him for a second, knowing she couldn’t deny it. Raising her brows a bit, she said, “You’ll thank me later.”
Clark had been looking away, but he did a double take her words and raised his brows, while he rang the bell for the innkeeper.
Lois bit back a grin and looked down, suddenly realizing what her comment had sounded like. There it was… suddenly, the very thing she’d been avoiding was staring her straight in the face. She looked at Clark nervously, suddenly feeling like she had no clue where to put her hands and arms. Clark looked back at her with a grin and strummed his fingers on the desk. In an effort to give her hands something to do, she hit the bell again repeatedly, ringing for the attendant.
A red-haired woman came rushing down the stairs and came behind the desk. “Yes, can I help you?”
“Hey!” Lois said, brightly, jumping up on the balls of her feet and brushing a strand of damp hair aside. Suddenly, the prospect of a warm bed was looking really good to her and she couldn’t help but grin at their innkeeper.
“Sorry about that,” Clark said, shooting a glance at Lois, who shrugged back in response, “We’re late. The reservation’s under Kent?”
The innkeeper looked apologetic. “Oh, I apologize. But thanks to the storm, the room you reserved sprung a leak.”
Lois and Clark glanced at each other with concern.
“I tried to call, but the line wouldn’t connect,” the innkeeper continued. “The reception is horrible around here.”
Lois bit the inside of her cheek and hit Clark, silently telling him to fix the situation.
“That’s… fine,” Clark said, in an even voice, ignoring her jab. “We’ll take any room that you have available.”
Lois stuck her hands in her pockets and nodded in agreement, making sure her smile was still in place.
The innkeeper let out an apologetic sound. “There isn’t one,” she admitted, looking incredibly guilty. “Before I realized the pipe had burst, I gave the last room away.”
Lois gave her a disbelieving look. There was no way this could be happening. Setting aside that she was damp, hungry, and had just weathered a four hour drive to come to a rustic bed and breakfast, this was also the first time she and Clark had actually managed to set aside a whole weekend just for the two of them. Did the innkeeper have any idea how hard those weekends were to come by?
Putting her hands up in the air she said, in a reassuring voice, “OK, well, let’s just hope that…” she glanced down at the sign-in book and read out the last name, with a bright grin, “Mr. and Mrs. Green didn’t quite finish unpacking, because the only inn they’re going to be staying at is called holiday!”
With that, she started to go up the stairs to fix the problem, but Clark grasped her arm and pulled her back before she could get any further. “Lois.” Turning her back to face him, he directed his smile at the innkeeper, asking, “What room is it, exactly? Maybe I can I fix the pipe.”
Feeling a little bit of pride, Lois couldn’t help but smile at him. Sometimes, it was totally worth it to date farm boys. They were good with their hands. At the thought, her mind wandered as she thought about what else he could do with those hands. So, she didn’t even notice when he let her go and took off to take care of the pipe. She blinked at the innkeeper and put her arms on the counter, offering her a sheepish grin, telling herself that this wasn’t uncomfortable, at all. After all, the innkeeper didn’t know it was their first time away together. And it’s not like she didn’t see couples going through there all the time.
So, Lois kept her lips fixed into a bright smile as the inn keeper looked at her with confusion. And Lois found herself wishing that Clark had picked the ski weekend, instead.
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Lois leaned over and grabbed the last piece of beef jerky from the bag of snacks she’d packed before they’d left for the trip. She held it out to Clark and offered, “You want it?”
Clark grimaced. “Uh… no thanks. I can’t believe you can eat all that stuff.” He cast a look her way, his eyes trailed over her body and he added, “And still look like that.”
Pausing in the act of biting into the spicy snack, Lois asked, with a raised brow, “Look like what?”
Automatically, Clark’s eyes dropped to her curve of her waist and he couldn’t help but keep going down to the flare of her hips and the way her long legs looked encased in her tight jeans. Briefly, he considered abusing his powers and using his x-ray vision to see what her legs looked like without the jeans. Then, he realized that not only would that be cheating, he also couldn’t help but feel like he wanted to find out the old-fashioned way. Almost forcefully, he lifted his gaze to meet hers and he cleared his throat. With a sigh, he turned his attention back to road, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “Never mind.”
Lois stared at him for a second, suddenly realizing what Clark had been talking about. It was hard not to when he looked at her like that. She couldn’t help but flush a bit in response and grabbed the soda resting in the cup-holder between their seats and she drank the last of it down in one gulp. Chewing on her lower lip nervously, Lois looked out the window, noting that the sky was setting and the Kansas scenery, usually so bland, was actually looking somewhat attractive. Rifling through her mind to find a topic of conversation suitable to break what was growing into a rather long, uncomfortable silence, she tried to think of anything but sex. And was, unfortunately, completely unsuccessful.
When Clark had proposed the trip to her a couple of weeks back, Lois had automatically said yes without even thinking about the ramifications. About five minutes after she’d agreed, she had realized what it meant. And from that point onwards, it was pretty much all she could think about. That wasn’t to say that she was unhappy about it. No, her mind and body were not only ready, but they were over-ready. Chances were quite high that she was going to spontaneously combust the first time Clark touched her.
The problem was that when you made plans to go away for the weekend to have sex for the first time, it suddenly became the gigantic pink elephant in the room. The closer they got to their destination, the closer they got to consummating their relationship. And it seemed that every second was spent thinking about that moment. And that was making The Moment seem like it was going to be biggest moment of her life.
And that was... a lot of pressure.
So, she had spent the last two weeks having the most random and weird thoughts. What if she didn’t live up to expectations? Lois hadn’t been with that many guys, but what if Clark thought she was too experienced? Not experienced enough? The only girl Clark had ever been with had been Lana, and a horrific thought passed through Lois’s mind where she couldn’t help but wonder if Clark would think she was too tall. Or was Lana too short? Then, she berated herself for allowing her mind to go there. After all, it wasn’t like she compared Clark to Oliver when they were making out. So why would he compare her to Lana?
She stole a glance towards Clark and couldn’t help but smile a little at how striking he looked, with his tousled dark hair, perfect bone structure, and piercing eyes. No, she definitely wasn’t comparing him to Oliver. The fact was that Clark Kent was pretty incomparable.
At the thought, her stomach twisted into knots again and she blindly looked out the window. At the first sign that she saw, she exclaimed, in a too loud voice, “Oh my God. Kansas houses the world’s largest ball of yarn, Smallville! Did you KNOW that?”
Startled, Clark looked her way. “No, I didn’t.”
“We should go check it out,” Lois suggested, pointing towards the side of the road. “Next exit. Exit nineteen.”
“Lois….” Clark didn’t even bother to hide his confusion. “It’s twenty miles one way.”
“So?” Clearly, Clark was not getting the idea that she had no problem with that. In fact, that was exactly what she liked about the little detour.
“That’s forty miles out of the way,” Clark pointed out, in what he probably considered to be a very patient and reasonable tone of voice. “And we might miss dinner at the inn.”
“We can stop somewhere to have dinner after we check out the yarn,” Lois responded, easily. “I’m not even that hungry.”
“I wonder why.” Pointedly, Clark glanced down at her feet, where a bag rested with the remnants of all the snacks she’d eaten over the past few hours. He indicated towards the sky and added, “Besides, it’s going to rain.”
“Smallville….” Knowing full well he was incapable of saying no when she used her best cajoling tone of voice, she said brightly, “How can we be right next to the biggest ball of yarn ever and not check it out?”
Clark rolled his eyes, but he took the exit, anyway.
*
Silently, Lois and Clark stood in front of the display, which was exactly as advertised – it was a big, gigantic, ball of a yarn.
Biting back a grin, Clark cast a sideways look towards Lois and asked, “So… um… was it worth it? Everything you were hoping for?”
Lois crossed her arms and gazed back at him with a challenging tilt of her head. “Absolutely. The best ball of yarn I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
A bit skeptically, Clark stared down at her and nodded. “Right. And how many balls of yarn have you laid eyes on, Lois? I mean, roughly speaking?”
“A lot,” Lois informed him, knowing full well that he was starting to understand why she’d dragged him out here. And she didn’t like that idea. “It’s fascinating,” she added, with a bright smile. “But, you know… I think we’re done here. I’m starving.”
With that, she turned towards the exit and started to bound down the stairs. Clark grabbed a hold of her arm and tugged her back. “Wait, don’t you want to hear the story? We haven’t even checked out the other side,” he pointed out, teasingly. “There’s a souvenir shop, too.”
Pursing her lips a bit, Lois squinted at the yarn and turned back to him. “Yeah, I think if we’ve seen one side, we’ve seen them all, Smallville. We’re good. Let’s go get something to eat.”
Before Clark could respond, their tour guide interrupted a bit anxiously. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Sir. But we were thinking of closing early today because of the storm. Are you two just about done?”
“Of course, we are.” With a warm smile directed towards the elderly man who’d let them into the exhibit, Clark clasped Lois’s shoulders and started to steer her towards the exit. “Thanks for letting us check it out.”
Lois let him push her towards the gate and beamed back at the man. “Yeah, thanks.”
*
When they were safely on the road again, Lois grabbed the brochure from the bed and breakfast that Clark had brought along with them and started to read out loud from it. “So… apparently, this place has been in the McDougal family for years. The innkeeper inherited it from her family. It’s pretty old.”
Clark peered through the windshield and then set his wipers at a higher speed, frowning a bit at the darkening sky. “Well, old can be charming. I’m sure it’s got personality.”
A shot of lightening struck and then thunder rolled through the sky. Lois jumped a bit in response and then let out a slight laugh. “Why do I suddenly feel like we’re in a slasher flick? Isn’t that what the doomed couple says right before they end up being the serial killer’s next meal?”
Clark couldn’t help but pull his gaze away from the road to look at Lois. With a slightly disarming smile, he said, “Lois, I promise you that if there’s a serial killer on the loose, I’ll protect you.”
Biting back a grin, Lois answer, in a mock-serious tone, “Smallville, if anyone’s doing the protecting, it’s me protecting you. I mean, let’s be serious, here.”
With a slight eye roll, Clark turned his attention back to the road. Two seconds later, Lois let out a sound of delight. “Look, a diner! Pull over, pull over, pull over!!”
“All right, all right, I am,” Clark answered, laughing at her exuberance over the simple wooden sign.
The exuberance turned to dejection when they realized the diner was closed because of the weather. Lois glared at the sign, her fingers tightening on her umbrella. “Why are people acting like we’re in a monsoon? It’s not raining that hard.”
Looking up at the overcast sky and the rain pouring down around them, Clark responded, “Well, it’s not exactly a monsoon, but it’s not safe, either. We should get going.”
Lois kicked at the porch railing on her way back to the car and let out a frustrated huff. “I’m starving. This sucks.” Her lip stuck out and she knew she was pouting, but she couldn’t help it. Two things made her turn into a ten year old. Being hungry or non-caffeinated. And losing at Guitar Hero. This situation was definitely qualifying under the first category.
Clark stopped at their car and turned to face her. “We’ll find you something to eat. I’m sure there’s something around here.” He shifted her umbrella out of the way so he could look at her and he cupped her cheek with his hand, brushing his thumb over her lips lightly, until they curved into a reluctant smile.
“Okay, fine,” Lois replied. “But I warn you, I’m not a pleasant person when I haven’t eaten.”
Letting out a laugh, Clark opened the car door for her. Before shutting her in, he leaned down and said, teasingly, “I’ve known you for five years, Lois. Trust me, that’s an understatement.”
*
Unfortunately, there weren’t a lot of places off the beaten path that took them to the bed and breakfast. The few places that served food were closed because of the weather. And, truthfully, Lois was starting to get concerned about the rain herself. Clark was a good driver and his truck was in good shape, but the rain wasn’t letting up.
By the time they pulled up to the inn, Lois was thankful they’d arrived in one piece and she quickly stepped out, grabbing her own bags from the back seat before Clark could help her. When he stopped to give her an annoyed look, she shrugged in apology and left them there for him to bring in and made her way towards the front door. After all, if he wanted to be chivalrous, who was she to stop him?
Letting herself in, she pointed out, “I know it’s called a bed and breakfast, but missing dinner is a definite bust. I’m starving!” She tossed the inn’s brochure on the desk, not even realizing she’d brought it in with her. “And I already ate the granola bar that’s been at the bottom of my purse since… I don’t know when.”
Clark followed after her, laden down with her bags and suitcases and set them off to the side. When he turned to face her, he looked a little exasperated. “Lois, we wouldn’t be late if we hadn’t driven forty miles out of the way to see the world’s largest ball of yarn,” Clark reminded her, for the umpteenth time.
Lois looked at him for a second, knowing she couldn’t deny it. Raising her brows a bit, she said, “You’ll thank me later.”
Clark had been looking away, but he did a double take her words and raised his brows, while he rang the bell for the innkeeper.
Lois bit back a grin and looked down, suddenly realizing what her comment had sounded like. There it was… suddenly, the very thing she’d been avoiding was staring her straight in the face. She looked at Clark nervously, suddenly feeling like she had no clue where to put her hands and arms. Clark looked back at her with a grin and strummed his fingers on the desk. In an effort to give her hands something to do, she hit the bell again repeatedly, ringing for the attendant.
A red-haired woman came rushing down the stairs and came behind the desk. “Yes, can I help you?”
“Hey!” Lois said, brightly, jumping up on the balls of her feet and brushing a strand of damp hair aside. Suddenly, the prospect of a warm bed was looking really good to her and she couldn’t help but grin at their innkeeper.
“Sorry about that,” Clark said, shooting a glance at Lois, who shrugged back in response, “We’re late. The reservation’s under Kent?”
The innkeeper looked apologetic. “Oh, I apologize. But thanks to the storm, the room you reserved sprung a leak.”
Lois and Clark glanced at each other with concern.
“I tried to call, but the line wouldn’t connect,” the innkeeper continued. “The reception is horrible around here.”
Lois bit the inside of her cheek and hit Clark, silently telling him to fix the situation.
“That’s… fine,” Clark said, in an even voice, ignoring her jab. “We’ll take any room that you have available.”
Lois stuck her hands in her pockets and nodded in agreement, making sure her smile was still in place.
The innkeeper let out an apologetic sound. “There isn’t one,” she admitted, looking incredibly guilty. “Before I realized the pipe had burst, I gave the last room away.”
Lois gave her a disbelieving look. There was no way this could be happening. Setting aside that she was damp, hungry, and had just weathered a four hour drive to come to a rustic bed and breakfast, this was also the first time she and Clark had actually managed to set aside a whole weekend just for the two of them. Did the innkeeper have any idea how hard those weekends were to come by?
Putting her hands up in the air she said, in a reassuring voice, “OK, well, let’s just hope that…” she glanced down at the sign-in book and read out the last name, with a bright grin, “Mr. and Mrs. Green didn’t quite finish unpacking, because the only inn they’re going to be staying at is called holiday!”
With that, she started to go up the stairs to fix the problem, but Clark grasped her arm and pulled her back before she could get any further. “Lois.” Turning her back to face him, he directed his smile at the innkeeper, asking, “What room is it, exactly? Maybe I can I fix the pipe.”
Feeling a little bit of pride, Lois couldn’t help but smile at him. Sometimes, it was totally worth it to date farm boys. They were good with their hands. At the thought, her mind wandered as she thought about what else he could do with those hands. So, she didn’t even notice when he let her go and took off to take care of the pipe. She blinked at the innkeeper and put her arms on the counter, offering her a sheepish grin, telling herself that this wasn’t uncomfortable, at all. After all, the innkeeper didn’t know it was their first time away together. And it’s not like she didn’t see couples going through there all the time.
So, Lois kept her lips fixed into a bright smile as the inn keeper looked at her with confusion. And Lois found herself wishing that Clark had picked the ski weekend, instead.
