September 3rd, 2006


Ch. 22 Writing Update

Hey, again.  I need to take a brain break.  This chapter is turning out to be very long (so far 2600 words and quite a bit to go), and I don't want to rush it... so I think I'll just surf and read a little... go play with my daughter, too.

Here's a little tease to whet your appetite (dedicated to bistyboo1974 and earlgrayhot):


She suddenly noticed that Clark was still standing there, dripping wet.  Lois gave his plastered bedclothes another languid glance.  His clinging shirt and flannel bottoms were leaving very little to the imagination… Snap out of it, Lane!  Your very curious little boy is standing right here!  “Don’t you need to get out of those?”

Clark blushed shyly at her unintentional double-entendre.  “Well, that towel there is the last clean one… all I have left are dish towels.”  He looked down at his feet.  “I’ll be fine.”

It took every ounce of determination she had to hand the towel she was using back to him.  “Here.  Use this one. It’s still dry enough.”


I hope to finish soon!  But then it goes to the betas, so we're definitely looking at Monday.


Ch. 22 Writing Update #2

And.... it's done!  I'm sending it off now.  I will probably post it in the morning, around 8am EST if all goes well. 3488 words!  The longest chapter in the story by a good chunk!

And here's another tease for you:


She realized that it wasn’t the light that had awakened her.  She could hear the sound of sizzling, and the smell of home cooking filled her nostrils.  Sitting up on her elbows, she could now see Clark, dressed in a different set of pajamas, thankfully this time with a robe over it, standing at the stovetop.  He was facing her, the counter and kitchen table between them, but he was looking down at what he was doing instead of up at her.

She took that moment to observe him.  His hair was still mussed from sleeping, and he wore his bedclothes with an easy grace that was difficult to describe.  Considering she had really mostly seen him in either tight-fitting spandex or ill-fitting suits, this was a very nice change.  He was humming softly as he worked to make them breakfast.

Then a small grin spread across his face, and Lois realized that maybe he hadn't been completely unaware that she was now awake.  “Good morning,” he said in a pleasant rumble, not looking up.  “How do you like your eggs?”