In Bed With the Devil

By Mary Potts aka Queen of the Capes <queenofthecapes@gmail.com>

Rated PG

Submitted July 2014

Summary: Lois just can't understand why her partner is so
opposed to her fiance.

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Lois slammed down the phone with a bang. The nerve of her partner
-- *former* partner, she corrected herself -- accusing her of
"getting in bed with the devil", as though her fiance were evil
incarnate! In fact, he'd practically said as much over the
phone, just now. She snorted. The man was obviously jealous. Why
else would he keep resorting to these ridiculous character
assassinations?

He didn't even have the decency to congratulate her on her
engagement.

She padded over to the fridge and grabbed the tub of rocky road
out of the freezer while muttering about traitorous partners --
*former* partners -- and their stupid, unfounded attempts at
besmirching the man she loved.

Yes, *loved*. She stabbed the spoon into the icecream with an air
of defiance. Oh, she hadn't answered when he asked if she loved
Luthor, but that was only because it was none of his business.
Her heart was completely off-limits to him; she had told him that
on day one. But did he listen? No. Of course not. He'd ignored
her warnings completely, and then proceeded to act like a baby
when she chose someone else: someone kind, and charming, and
handsome, and just generally wonderful. Someone who had done more
for the city than *some* people could ever do in ten lifetimes.

He was jealous. That had to be it.

Oh, he'd hinted that her fiance had some kind of secret -- some
dark, terrible secret that he'd been keeping from everyone, and
that she was completely blind for not seeing. Not that he had any
real proof of anything, of course. She couldn't help the smirk
as she licked the icecream off her spoon. Just what would Mr.
"Lois-is-so-blind" say if he knew that she not only knew the
truth about Metropolis's favorite billionaire, but was
completely okay with it? For a man who'd once claimed to be her
friend, he sure didn't know her as well as he aparrently thought
he did. If anyone was blind...

The phone rang, jostling her out of her thoughts. For a moment,
she wondered if the skunk of a hack was calling back to
apologize. She snatched up the phone. "Yes?" she snapped.

"Such a greeting, my dear Lois," said a familiar voice; one
that certainly didn't belong to her former partner. "Have I
somehow fallen from your good graces? Have you changed your mind
about being the future Mrs. Luthor?"

She laughed, the tension leaving her body as she relaxed once
again into her chair. "I'm sorry, Cal; I thought you were
Claude. We had just another fight about you. I think he's still
jealous."

"Hm. I suppose firing him from the paper didn't help endear me
to him, either."

"Who cares about that jerk, anyway?" she said. "Are you still
picking me up, tomorrow?"

There was a grin in his voice. "The limo will be waiting outside
the Planet as soon as you get off. And maybe, if you're lucky, I
can persuade Superman to fly you somewhere special for dinner."

"Ooh," she cooed, now unable to repress a grin of her own.
"And will Superman be up for something special for dessert?"

"You vixen," he murmurred, his voice husky. "Tomorrow, then,
my love?"

"Tomorrow," she agreed, and hung up the phone. She licked the
remaining icecream off her spoon and smiled, refusing to give her
former partner another thought. Who cared what a possible
plagiarist said, anyway?

THE END