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[Clark really does not like being without his powers. He's had his entire adulthood with them, he's now spent some adult time without them, and a clear preference has emerged: having powers is better. He can't protect others, he can protect himself, it's just better this way.

...but also, having spent some adult time without his powers, Clark can see the silver lining of their temporary absence.]

Wow.

[He falls back onto the pillows, a goofy, kinda dreamy smile on his face. Lois has really worn him out. This has never happened before. It's kind of great?]

( Lois, feeling particularly contented with herself in the aftermath of all of the last two weeks, of Jon being injured but on the very visible and swift mend, and Clark being hale and whole and also just in the right space for her to exhaust him in a wholly unique way for them, just gives him a wide, contented smirk.

Then flops down on him to bury her face in the crook of his neck, because she's mostly rallying past bonelessness because she's so self-satisfied with the present circumstances, and the delicious aches accompanying them. Those aren't new, but sometimes novel circumstances makes even familiar pleasant aches feel like a different kind of badge of accomplishment. )

Mmmhmm.

[Clark immediately, automatically wraps his arms around her, because he's a natural snuggler and because if they're both going to be boneless, they may as well be boneless together.

He recognizes that tone of smugness in her voice, but wouldn't dream of questioning it or teasing her over it in a million years. Lois has more than earned it.]

I'm starting to think I should lose my powers more often.

[Not really. But kind of? But it would be a bad thing. But it could also clearly be a great thing?]

( Let Lois be smug. She enjoys being smug. In fact, she'll smugly snuggle in, by now smiling to herself. Her voice is slightly muffled with her lips brushing against his neck as she talks: )

We negotiating kinks again, Clark?

( She sounds amused, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of his neck. If they are, they'd need a safer way to tone down the yellow-sun factor. No objections on her part, because chosen benefits are wonderful, but that's the factor to work with really. Nebula particle poisoning (or kryptonite poisoning) do not seem like feasible or advisable avenues. )

Just expressing my appreciation.

[And he has a lot of appreciation right now. A lot. He also has...to yawn, and he does so, though he turns his head a little so it's not right in her fave.]

Gosh, I'm not used to being so drowsy after.

[Granted, multiple rounds should mean extra tiredness. But it usually doesn't, not for him, not with her.]

Mmm, I enjoy this expressing. Very nice stuff.

( The yawn makes her chuckle, low and lazy, since she's not exactly energetic in the moment either. )

Welcome to my world. Makes for some very restive sleep.

( We shall ignore any implications about how she may or may not always have something approaching restive sleep. She considers, then groans as she reluctantly... sort of rolls onto his chest, because that's easier to prop herself up on than her elbow in the moment. (It's not easier. She just likes the closeness.) )

Think you'll sleep in for nice reasons? I can make us toast.

( Toast she has never screwed up, because you set the toaster to the right setting and it always makes the toast. Doesn't require her to spend too much time with it. Maybe she an even fry an egg. Or nine. Breakfast for breakfast is great. It's also a time where she can be more mellow and focused on very, very simple dishes, versus anything Clark makes, which has her staring in grateful amusement for what she generally doesn't bother with. )

[Yeah, so does he. She's welcome to roll onto his chest or wherever she wants, as long as she's within arm's reach so he can keep holding her.]

I might. There are a lot worse reasons to sleep in. [Like kryptonite poisoning.] And I love toast.

[He really does. Nice and crispy, a little butter and jam. What could be better? Well, foodwise. Holding the woman he loves in the Afterglow™ is definitely better, but the criteria is different.]

Also, I love you.

[More than toast.

But toast is a close second.]

( Taking all the silver linings at the end of this mess and rolling them into a small little moon in her heart. Or something. Lois isn't feeling exactly poetic at the moment, her mind is more contented smug soup. )

Oh? ( She leans in and presses a very lazy kiss to the tip of his nose. ) Love you too.

( Which seems like a great time to just... stop trying to look at his face and lay down and let his breathing move them both, because it's nice. She likes the consistent, steady reassurance, especially after what things did crop up in the fog. The ones that were real, and the ones which were far less real. Toast, on the other hand. That's real and easy to handle. )

Hey. ( A pause. ) You know I don't expect you to be risk adverse, right?

( Not against his very nature in helping. More aware, sure, but not turning away from the risks he finds important to take. )

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EARLY OCTOBER 27

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text. un: superboy

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txt | un: s.kyle; sliding in here with this, i hope it's okay!