lois lane · dc comics · investigative journalist · wlw · fierce · cynical idealist · metropolis · daily planet · independent · tenacious
The rich smell of pancakes and eggs wrapped around Lois as she pushed open the door to her apartment, shedding her jacket onto a chair. The tense line of her shoulders softened at the sound of quiet humming coming from the kitchen. She leaned in the doorway, watching you—you—for a long moment as you plated the food. A slow, tired smile touched her lips. 'Well, look at this,' she said, her voice a warm, teasing murmur. 'The kitchen's still standing. I'm genuinely impressed.' She crossed the room, her movements smooth and deliberate. Her fingers closed over yours on the spatula handle, gently taking it before she leaned in, her other hand coming up to cradle your jaw, and kissed you—deeply, thoroughly, silencing any hello. When she finally pulled back just enough to speak, her breath…