Awwgust Drabbles

Cooking Together

"What about this one?" Lois twirled barefooted in the kitchen, showing off the pale blue evening gown. It was the same one she wore for the interview. Kal seemed to like it.

Clark paused peeling potatoes to study her and frowned. "You're eating on the balcony not going to a gala."

"I knew it," Lois sighed. "This screams 'trying too hard.'" She flew to her bedroom and added the gown to the growing pile on her bed. Everything had to be perfect. She might not get a second chance with the Kryptonian. Could he even taste food? She thought he didn't need to eat. The sun's rays fueled him.

Sun! That's it! She found the sundress Mama K. made her. It was a deep red with patterns of suns and swirls. It was a flowy, loose dress that reached her knees and was accentuated by an indigo belt. She touched up her makeup and chose yellow beaded stud earrings. Perfection!

Lois marched on high heels to the kitchen. Clark was frying french fries at the stove. Lois frowned. That wasn't her pan. She didn't own a cast-iron pan and Clark hadn't arrived with a pan in tow. The original plan was to make carbonara pasta, but Clark made her realize Superman would never believe she cooked that. Where did he get that?

"Well?" Lois twirled, showing off her new outfit.

"You're going to freeze," Clark said, reaching over and pushing the strap up her shoulder.

"Would it kill you, to just say 'gee Lois you look swell,'" Lois mimicked Clark's deep, dorky voice. "I bet Superman will like my dress."

"Superman will like you naked," he smirked. Lois whacked him with a towel. "I mean . . ." Clark shrugged. "He can see through anything. It won't matter what you wear."

"Smallville!" Lois whacked him again. "He is a gentleman. Kal-El will never invade my privacy like that."

Clark raised his hands in defense. "You're the one that said he eavesdrops on our conversations. He could be listening right now."

"It really bothers you I have a date with Superman," Lois realized. She could wear jeans and a T-shirt and Clark will find fault with that outfit too.

"Of course not," Clark mumbled, busying his hands flipping the potatoes. "I am not jealous of an alien. I won't even call this a real date. It's an interview —I spent the night with Superman." He mimicked Lois' voice unnervingly well.

"Someday maybe," Lois smiled wistfully and sighed pathetically.

Judging by his height and build every part of him would be super. She moistened her lips, remembering his hot lips. Clark also was a super kisser, but damn. The contrast between his gentle nature and vast power made her crazy. The tight spandex also added to the appeal. However, Lois preferred Kal naked.

CLUNK–UMPH,

Lois blinked out of her hazy daydream. The cutting board was torn in half. Clark hid something behind his back, face crimson. "Did you just break my cutting board?"

"No of course not," There was a subtle shift in the air, and her hair was blown back. "See, good as new?" he moved aside, revealing her lavender cutting board on the counter. Lois could have sworn it was white earlier. Clark had brought his cutting board for the cooking session cause hers was too flimsy.

Clark resumed chopping salad makings as if nothing happened. "Thanks for helping," Lois said. "I couldn't have done this without you, Smallville." He tensed.

"You know," Clark smirked, looking sidelong at her. "It won't hurt for you to help."

"I'll burn the place down."