Laundry Night

by Sue S. <sistersuze@gmail.com>

Rated: PG13

Submitted: June, 2007

Don't ask. I'll explain at the end. This is something I wrote in 20 minutes and will probably regret posting. Tell me how wrong I am. Or whatever. No beta, so the fault is solely my own.

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It was just a spur of the moment decision. Well, okay, it was something she had thought about before. She just had never dared to actually try it. And then, one rainy November night while he was out saving the world and she was doing laundry, she put the cape she had just pulled from the dryer on - just to keep warm.

She had been wrapped up in his cape before - when he was trying to keep her warm or to shield her from danger. After a few minutes the cape had lost the pleasant heat it had retained and she was about to hang it up when she decided to actually try it on instead.

It wasn't nearly as snug in fitting her, but that made sense since his shoulders were bigger than hers. No matter how much she shrugged or fidgeted, the harness still sagged. She sighed and gave up on the fit, letting her hands catch each edge of the cape to close it in front of her. She stood in front of the mirror and tried to swirl the cape open in the same way she had seen had seen him do countless times.

She couldn't copy his flair. It wasn't her fault - he'd had years of practice. Still, she kept practicing until she heard him clear his throat behind her.

"Oh!" Her eyes found his in the mirror's reflection. She could feel the color rising in her cheeks as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Love the cape," he said. He closed the distance between them, standing close enough to her that she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"You look better in it," she told his reflection.

He shook his head slowly, his eyes raking over her appreciatively. You would have thought she was wearing something infinitely more suggestive than flannel pajamas and a red cape.

"What?" she asked with a giggle, relieved that he hadn't asked her why she was wearing the cape in the first place.

"What would I have to do to get you to wear nothing but that cape?" His reflection grinned at her and she turned to look at him as her mind reeled at the image his suggestion had brought to mind.

"Just the cape?" she teased, tugging on the one he was wearing. "Or could I wear the boots, too?"

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I saw a note in the script for 'Voice From The Past' to check out the original ending. My dirty little mind boggled. <g>

Lois: ...but tonight I get to wear the cape. Clark: Only if you wear the boots. Lois: Deal. (Sue: Golly!)

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