Collection Offering
By Bren Ren

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Summary: Consolation prize from the casualties of love and war.
Rating: T, Teen
Disclaimer: I only wish I were getting paid to write this stuff…
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"Damn!" Lois halted dead in her tracks with that harsh curse.

"What's wrong?" Even Clark's quick reflexes weren't fast enough to keep him stumbling into her backside.

"I'm missing a button!"

"That's nothing unusual," he teased with a leering smirk.

"I mean, I'm missing one of the buttons I lost back there. And that street-sweeper was starting down the alley right as we were leaving, so there's no way I'm ever going to find it now. Damn."

Clark was thoroughly enjoying the melodramatic pouting Lois was treating him to, and so she had to endure several long moments of bemusedly smitten Clark and that irresistible bedroom-eyed stare of his. She didn't have to bat her pretty lashes long, though, before Clark thought of a suitable consolation prize. Deft fingers slipped beneath his belt-buckle and plucked out the button on his slacks.

"Here. I know it's not quite the same, but such are the casualties of love and war." All her frustration and temper evaporated in an instant as she accepted Clark's small token of love.

"Well. That'll keep the numbers in order in my collection." She stopped to look down at Clark's button lying in the palm of her hand. When she lifted her eyes to meet his again, she smiled in pure adoration. "Thank you, Clark. You are my hero."

Clark smiled, but then the corners of his eyes crinkled with a touch of confusion. "Did you say your collection?"

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