The Key To Prey
He was already well hidden before Lois Lane had even turned down the lane that leads to the Kent Farm. As of late her movements had become predictable.
The reason he had chosen her was simple, he liked to watch her. Each movement was graceful and sure, athletic and confident, thought out and controlled. A definite alpha type – this was going to be fun!
He had chosen her as much for her appearance as for the fact that she liked to move around alone. So much independence, so much availability, so much opportunity; all the better for him to watch her, to learn her tendencies, to learn about the terrain.
When he heard her car, he felt content with his plan. He moved deeper into cover as she braked her car by the path that leads to the Kent's kitchen.
He quickly slunk to the far side of her car as she took groceries into the kitchen. As he knew she would, she returned and leaned in through the passenger window to retrieve her purse. Crawling to the end of her car, he prepared himself. As she turned, he jumped her, knocking her back against the car. She started to yell as his lips came in contact with hers and his tongue came in contact with hers…
"I SWR 'M ONG O IL HAT MN OG!" Lois yelled as she pistoned her toothbrush across her tongue.
"What was that, Lois?" A snickering Clark Kent asked.
Turning, she glared at him as he sat on the edge of the tub with an amused smirk on his face. Making up her mind, she spat her mouthful of toothpaste at him.
Super-speeding out of the way of the glob as it harmlessly passed through where he had been, to land with a splat in the tub. The smirk stayed on his face as he watched her add more toothpaste to her toothbrush, and attack her teeth for the third time. He had to admit, she was determined.
When she had arrived, she had been happy about the picnic she had planned for them that afternoon. Then when she went back to her car for her purse, he had heard her yell and run into the house, straight to the bathroom.
"Why are you mad?"
"CASE HAT FL INESD UT FRE ISE E!"
"I really don't understand what you're saying."
Spitting her mouthful of toothpaste into the sink, and rinsing out her mouth, she turned to him. Walking up close to him, she reached up with both hands and interlocked her fingers behind his neck. Smiling up at him, she pulled his head down and kissed him. When he began to comply, she deepened the kiss and parted his lips with hers. Easing her tongue into his mouth, she teased his tongue and traced his teeth. Then she broke the kiss.
Lois walked back to the sink and opened the bottle of mouthwash, took a swig, and swirled it around in her mouth. Tilting her head back, she gargled, and then spat it out. Bringing the bottle to her mouth for another swig, she stopped, looked at Clark and saluted him with the bottle.
"What I said was that I'm going to kill that flea-bitten mutt because he French kissed me." With a flourish, she took another swig and almost choked on it when Clark reached for his own toothbrush…