Tara's Kissing Scene

By Tara O'Shea

Written Nov 1994 18:15:59 -0700 (MST)

Summary: Hot in pursuit of a story, Lois and Clark hide in a closet — with romantic results.

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"Clark, take a look at this!" Lois handed him a computer print out. "This is a list of names and file numbers, see how each of them have the same prefix?"

"Three of these people have turned up dead, Lois!"

"Yeah, and see who's third from the bottom?"

"Charlie. Damn." Clark frowned darkly. "We've got to find out what project this prefix stands for." At that moment, they heard the jingle of keys, and Clark folded the sheet, stuffing it in his coat pocket. They looked around for somewhere to hide, and finding none, looked at each other frozen in a look of terror. As a key turned in the lock, as one they threw their arms around each other, and started kissing passionately.

A tech, his eyes on a chart, opened the door, and looked up with surprise at the two people oblivious to his presence.

"Oh… oh my. I'm sorry, I didn't realize…" he cleared his throat nervously, and when they showed no signs of stopping despite his presence, blushed violently. "I didn't know anyone was in here, I'll… I'll just go."

Clark heard the door click shut, and hurried footsteps down the hall in the opposite direction. He sighed, feeling a bit warm, and opened his eyes.

"I think—" he began, but Lois cut him off by covering his mouth with her own.

If this was playacting, damn… Clark thought, his thoughts drifting farther and farther away from the story with each passing second.

Lois deserved an Oscar.

They finally parted, and Lois's cheeks were noticeably flushed, her eyes sparkling. "I, um.. thought I heard someone coming," she gave by way of explanation.

"Ah." Clark said after two abortive tries, suddenly finding his shoes downright fascinating.

"We have to get out of here before Mr. Clipboard thinks about it hard enough, and mentions he found two non-staff personal—"

"Sharing some fleeting moment of passion." Clark grinned. "In a closet." Lois, however, was ignoring him, opening the door a crack and peering out into the hallway.

"C'mon, the coast is clear," she waved Clark over as she opened the door all the way and they sauntered out, trying hard to not to look conspicuous, and failing.

THE END

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