By Ruth Ellison (rufus@online.tmx.com.au)
Summary: Lois and Clark have a post-consummation discussion.
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Lois gazed at Clark with something close to complete adoration in her eyes. "Wow," she said. "You're incredible, Clark. I never realised it could be that good."
"So …you weren't disappointed?" he asked. He still looked a bit worried.
"Clark, you were superb. And to think, this is your first time!" She sighed dreamily. "Clark, is there anything you *can't* do?"
"Sure there is. I can't get my souffles to rise. I can't give birth, obviously. I can't write as well as you…"
"But you *are* a very good writer," she interrupted, "so that doesn't count. I mean, even Superman knows how to give good quotes. I like having a partner who makes me look so good."
Clark gave Lois one of those wide-eyed, expressive looks of his. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "It means a lot to have you say that."
Lois stared at Clark for a moment, and then burst out laughing. As usual, Clark didn't have a clue what amused her.
"Oh, Clark," she laughed. "Here I am practically telling you you're a god between the sheets, and you're more flattered by what I think of your writing style! You really are a very strange man."
Clark thought about this for a while. "Well," he said finally, " I think my obituary is more likely to mention my journalism than my sexual prowess."
"Not if I'm the one who writes it," Lois said wickedly, before teasing him into action all over again.
PART 2
THE WEDDING NIGHT; or, HOW LOIS FOUND OUT CLARK'S BIGGEST SECRET
By Ruth Ellison (rufus@online.tmx.com.au)
Clark looked down at his wife. She was curled up against his chest, eyes closed, not asleep but enjoying the languid peacefulness that surrounded them both. She looked happy.
"Mom will be so pleased for us," Clark thought irrelevantly, and then the thought came back to him with a footnote attached - "You don't have to tell her *all* the details."
Lois stirred, and opened her eyes. She looked at him closely for a moment. "Why are you smiling, Clark? What are you thinking about?"
"Mom."
"Oh, great," Lois murmured. "I think I've found the perfect man, and he turns out to have an Oedipus complex."
THE END
(wednight.txt)