CALL ME OUT

[heliakon]

-Call out post! Not just limited to characters listed above, if you know I play someone they're fair game!
-give a prompt - text, pictures, etc. or write your own!
-AUs, canons or in game-verse is totally fine!

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lois lane.

[heliakal]

Working late at the Planet is practically a given on any day of the week, but especially so when Superman puts in an appearance. Clark had spent the evening pulling survivors out of a fire on 4th, only to be dragged back to the office by Perry so the Planet could get a story out in the online edition. Normally, Lois scooped the Superman stories, but it was just dumb luck that Jimmy had caught sight of him before he disappeared to change into the red cape. A first-hand account takes precedence over seniority.

It isn't that it's a bad story - Clark doesn't share his co-workers' aversion to this particular kind of "puff piece" - but he hates writing about himself. Even if his article has more to do with the survivors and firefighters than Superman, he inevitably has to throw in a few lines about his own heroics. Every single one of them sounds awful, at least to him.

Inevitably, his attention wanders. Lois has stayed late too, chasing leads on another story she's been going after for a while. He's never met anyone as determined and fearless in search of the truth. He'd have a much easier time writing an article about the times Lois Lane had saved innocent lives, or exposed corruption and injustice. But then, he'd probably have to fight the Pulitzer committee for the chance to write it. (He could take them, he's pretty sure.)

It's been months and he still has a hard time believing that they'll just - head home together after this, to the apartment that they share. Lois will watch trashy TV to unwind and Clark will make a late dinner, and they'll argue about something inconsequential, and he'll kiss her good night. And good morning. Generally, kissing Lois Lane is an activity that he approves of highly. He doesn't actually realize he's staring until she catches his eye. He doesn't look away. He just gives her a small, slightly apologetic smile.

"Sorry," he says. "Just thinking. How's work coming?"

[byliner]

Lois Lane has been described as having a Thing about words by the people around her. She doesn't have superpowers like Clark but she knows she can cause waves with a carefully phrased article that will ripple out. Late shifts at the Planet are her norm and this night is no different as she writes out emails to city officials to get documentation for a story that's closer to home than her pieces about war overseas and human rights. This time her target is a slum lord who has been jacking up rent prices for low income families when her eyes can't take the glare on the screen anymore. She's leaning back in her chair as she checks a few social media sites.

(@lois2theletter: just found out some rookie scooped the superman article while i was doing real work #imnotevenmad)

She notices Clark staring just after posting the tweet and waits patiently for him to come back to Earth with a playful smile. It's hard to believe sometimes that he's the same person that puts on a costume and saves people from burning buildings and earthquakes, especially when he smiles like that. Waking up next to him is a marvel unto itself. He's larger than life and all the more real because of it.

"The usual, harrassing people with very big salaries questions they'd rather not answer," She says, getting up and walking over to him. She's probably not going to get much more done tonight. Which means time to harrass someone much more fun than city officials. Lois rests her chin on his shoulder, taking a moment to scan over the article that would normally be hers.

"Not too bad," She traces her fingers along his arm, her tone teasing. "But you missed your chance to get a quote from him, rookie. It would have made the article."

[heliakal]

Beside him on the desk, Clark's phone vibrates, alerting him of a new tweet from Lois' account. He glances down long enough to read it, and smiles before he can help himself.

"I can see that," he says, teasing. It seems like they're both settled against a block at the moment. Lois has already pushed herself to her feet. He watches her close the space between them; sometimes he thinks he couldn't take his eyes off her if he wanted to. It's a sweetly subtle kind of tension, like a charge in the air before a lightening strike.

He exhales slowly as her chin comes to rest on his shoulder, and her fingers trace his arm, light and teasing. Sometimes every one of those enhanced senses seem to zero in on her, like the whole world has narrowed down to a single heartbeat. His eyes fall half-shut, unfocused on the screen, but he's still very much aware of what she's doing.

"Guess I got too excited about scooping Lois Lane," he says.

"So if I ask nicely..." He turns a little, enough to try to steal a playful kiss. "Think she'll still go out to dinner with me on Friday night?"

[byliner]

She can't help smiling into the kiss, leaning into it more than is entirely professional for the middle of their office. Perry is probably in his office putting the last editorial touches before the paper went to the presses, and she knows he won't bother them when he heads home. Other than that, almost everyone else is sane enough that they went home hours ago. And really, when she's caught up in Clark like this she can't bring herself care about it too much.

"Mm... I think she can be convinced," she says. "If you play your cards right,"

Still tracing a meandering path with her fingers, Lois kisses a path down to his neck. Even though she knows he's careful about keeping his time as Superman separate from his civilian life she can smell just a hint of smoke on him from the fire. Another kiss to his neck comes along with a smile at him.

"You know, the sooner you finish writing up your fluff piece the sooner we can go home."

Not that she's going to make it easy for him. There's no fun in that.