Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Say?

Did It Hurt When You Fell From Heaven?

Mind blank, Lois blurted the corny old line. She felt the heat rise in her face, aghast at her own idiocy. The reporter couldn't believe that she had said something so artless, so stupid—but she couldn't just outright ask this woman to come to bed with her either, and so she had simply said the first thing that came to mind.

Angelica chuckled, not releasing Lois Lane's hand. The dark eyes bored into the reporter's own.

"You know, I've never heard that one before," Angelica said, smiling gently. "But if you must know, I was never destined for heaven. I am a bad girl, Lois."

The reporter swallowed heavily. Relief swept through her, unable to believe that hoary pick-up line had actually worked.

"You can't believe how happy I am to hear that."

Their grins matched. Some invisible barrier seemed to have dropped between them, a certain level of relaxation. The wine arrived, and they clinked glasses. Angelica neither let go of the other woman's hand, nor did Lois feel incline to let her.

"I am not from Metropolis," Angelica said, her accent thickening a little.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" Lois asked, sure that she knew where this was going, but they were playing the old, old game.

"I can find a place, if I must," the woman said. One finger slipped over the reporter's index and tugged gently. "Although it will be very lonely, all by myself in such a big city."

"I have an apartment," Lois offered. The cheese arrived, neither woman making a motion for it. They were locked on their transaction. "You're more than welcome to share my bed."

The dark, handsome woman smiled in quiet triumph. Lois felt her own heart flutter. She couldn't believe she was making the offer, but at the same time she was a fully grown woman, perfectly able to extend such invitations...and she was dying to get her hands on that tall form, to taste those lips, crush that ass in her hands, to sample her very first pussy...

Angelica raised her glass.

"A toast, then," she said. "To new pleasures."

Their glasses clinked.

"To new pleasures." Lois repeated.