I’m starved for my adventures with Superman content, don’t think we could get 22 or 35 with Lois & Clark?
Prompt 22 - "Don't make me make you."
Prompt 35 - "What? Me? Ticklish? As if!"
A/N: I love my adventures with Superman it’s so cute and so Superman energy!!! Yeeeee
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“Really, I’m sorry I mentioned it. I don’t wanna bother you with my stupid dreams. It’s silly.”
“It’s not.”
“Lois, it’s fine, really. Just forget about it.”
“Clark, you can tell me, please.”
“It’s fine, it’s okay. Don’t worry about them!”
“Don’t make me make you.”
“Really, I don’t want to bother you with— uh.. make me?” Clark tilted his head, a little amusement hinting on his lips.
“Yeah!” Lois declared in a teasing lilt, her eyes darkening. “Tell me all about that dream of yours, or I’ll make you talk.”
“And.. how exactly are you planning to do that?” He asked, smirking now.
“By… tickling you of course!” Lois blurted out as though it were a long discussed, well thought out plan she’d had the entire time.
“What?” Clark scoffed, smiling bashfully despite himself. “Me? Ticklish? As if!”
“We’ll see about that, Clark Kent.” Lois said ominously.
The next thing he knew she had thrown herself at him, shrieking out a cackling war cry and grabbing for his waist. Clark blushed, tensing up under the proximity and intimate touch. He felt an all-too-familiar, tingling shock emanating from where her fingers danced across his skin. Crap.
“I can feel you twitching! You’re totally ticklish, you liar!” Lois teased, working harder toward her goal. She tickled up to his ribs and tried to worm a hand under his arm only for him to reach instinctively to block her. He shook his head, pleading briskly through his shaking, held-in laughter.
Once she had her mind set on something, she never gave up. Clark never imagined that quality, which he loved about her so much, would land him here.
She tried his neck with one hand, bellybutton with the other, and Clark squeaked before breaking down into giggling laughter. “Wahahahahahait!”
“Not stopping til you feel like talking.” Lois insisted, switching between sides of his neck as he tried to scrunch. “Your laugh is adorable, I could do this all day.”
“Gahahahahaha! Okahahahhahay! I’ll talk! I’ll tahahahha-ahahalk!” Clark cackled after a long couple of minutes.
Lois patted his cheek and stood, helping him back to his feet. “See, isn’t it easier to just let me help you?”
“Yohohohou’re a menace, Lois Lane.” Clark smiled affectionately, teasing her.
Lois stuck her tongue out at him. “Now tell me about this dream that’s been bothering you or I start tickling again.”
“Okay! Okay!” Clark whined.
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