"Finally, everything is moved," Lois said collapsing on the couch next to Clark.

"I am so glad you decided to move in with me," Clark said as he pulled Lois close to him.

"Me too," Lois replied cuddling up next to Clark on the couch.

"I have always wanted to have a live in maid," Clark said trying to fight the smile. He knew Lois was about to go off on him.

"Clark Kent, I know you did not just say what I think you said," Lois said sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest.

Clark smiled and pulled the French maid outfit he had found while he was helping Lois move out from behind his back.

A smile spread across Lois's face. "Clark Kent, you are a kinky, kinky man."

Lois took the outfit from Clark and headed up the stairs.

Clark decided that while he was waiting on Lois to get dressed he would run to France and pick up a romantic dinner for them.

"Monsieur, I have finished my work upstairs. Is there anything you want me to do before I leave?" Lois said in a French accent as she came down the stairs.

"Clark?" Lois said as she found the living room empty.

Lois was walking toward the kitchen when she heard a knock on the door. "Ah Clark, I am going to have to teach you a few things about role play. If I am the maid you should not be knocking on the door," Lois thought out loud.

Lois reached her pocket and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. "I thought we could start by polishing all of the hard wood," Lois said with a smile as she opened the front door holding the lube up in her hand.

"Daddy…Lucy," Lois said slipping the lubricant back in her pocket. Her eyes wide with surprise.

"Is this a bad time Lo?" the General asked a stern look on his face as he looked Lois up and down.

"I like the costume," Lucy said grinning from ear to ear. Lois could tell her little sister was thoroughly enjoying her embarrassment.

"No, not a bad time at all. I was just umm…trying on my Halloween costume. Come on in. I will go change," Lois said perfectly aware that her father did not really care if he were interrupting something.

"Miss Lane," a voice said from the kitchen. "These floors are not clean. I am going have to punish you for this."

Lois cringed as she heard Clark speak.

Clark was surprised when he did not hear Lois answer. He walked toward the living room. "Are you ignoring me Miss- General Lane," Clark said freezing in his tracks when he saw Lois's father. "I was just...um..."

"Clark knew I was trying on the costume and he was trying to be funny."

"Right..." Clark said nodding his head. "Just a little role playing...not role playing like that. I didn't mean...Lois and I would not do that we don't."

"Clark, shut up," Lois said.

General Lane walked toward Clark. Clark gulped hard as he stopped inches from his face looking him in the eye for several seconds before he spoke. "What smells so good? I know my Lo did not cook anything that smells like that."

"This is so much better than the time he caught you making out with that biker in the Hummer," Lucy whispered to Lois as they followed their father.

Lois glared at her sister. "Funny."

"I just picked up some French take out for Lois and me there is plenty if you and Lucy would like to join us."

"I am going to go change," Lois said turning on her her black high heals and heading back up the stairs.