By Mary Potts, AKA Queen of the Capes <email@example.com>
Submitted November 2004
Summary: Okay, Superman, you're going to have some explaining to do regarding the "morning after" and a certain public display. How will Lois react when she finds out?
Okay, I had promised vignettes to the FoLCs waiting for further postings of One Strange Year (on the message boards — http://www.lcficmbs.com/) as a reward for their patience. Next time I try to write a long story, I think I'll make sure to have a buffer. As for this vignette—I shall have to plead insanity.
Sunlight filtered into the room, causing the muscular body in the bed to stir. His dark, formerly slicked-back hair was now tousled and messy, and his face had a slight flush.
In the bathroom, there were sounds of someone brushing their teeth. After a moment, footsteps padded over to the slowly waking form and a feminine hand came and swatted his bare chest. "Rise an' shine, Superman."
The superhero's eyes popped open and he sat up, letting out a low groan. "Where am I? What happened?"
The young woman smiled almost pityingly and brushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "The 'where', Snookie-bear, is my apartment. As for what happened…" She gestured to his naked body, covered only by a thin sheet. "I think you can figure it out."
He looked around the room then furrowed his brow, apparently concentrating very deeply. Then he closed his eyes. "The jewel thieves. They had red Kryptonite. I remember—I tried to stop them, but they pulled out this lead box and opened it, and then…" His eyes flew open again. "Oh no. Tell me I didn't…"
"Yep. You did."
He smacked his forehead and cursed.
The blonde came and sat next to him, putting a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. "Hey, at least I was able to talk you into coming here instead of going for it right there in the park. Boy, wouldn't that have been a spectacle!" She rubbed the hand up and down his back. "Actually, you're lucky I could even manage to think at all! Did anyone ever tell you that your kisses are dizzying?"
"How many people saw us?"
The hand stilled, and her face turned a little pink. "I'm not gonna lie to you, especially since you'll just find out about it anyway. We're on the news. Almost every channel is ragging on about it."
His hands came over his face, muffling his scream, and he fell back onto the bed. "I'm dead. I am so dead."
"You're not dead."
"Yes I am! I'm toast!" He then proceeded to wail about how Lois was going to kill him.
The young woman pulled his hands away from his face and brought him back to a sitting position. "CJ, calm down. Your mom is not going to kill you; I talked to your parents on the phone this morning, and they understand what happened. We'll just have to postpone the wedding announcement another month or so until things cool down; that's all. It won't be a problem."
"I hope you're right, Jen. Sheesh, it was embarrassing enough when we got caught by my Uncle Jimmy!"