The Trouble with Country Air

[ladygawain]

Lois dries her hair impatiently, padding around the bedroom in nothing but one of Farm Boy's plaid shirts and her underwear. In any other situation, she'd probably die rather than be caught dead in Smallville’s ubiquitous local couture. But in the past few weeks, she's secretly come to find it comfy-it isn't her fault plaid is so damn soft. Of

Comments

[ladygawain]

I am delighted to be a part of your corrupting party, Luke. :P

Oh, well, you never know, maybe he will some time soon when I can write that fic.... ;)

[eternal_moonie]

Absolutely AWESOME!!!

[ladygawain]

Thank you :)))!

[svgirl_203]

Oh Lois. She totally kills me here. The way her mind works is hilarious. I loved this.

[ladygawain]

Hahahaha, Lois' brain is such a great place, a hard place to write, but I'm glad this worked for you :)

Thank you!

[emerald_night]

You are actually the best person ever. Seriously.

This is ridiculously hot and awesome and all the good words you can think of. As per usual :)

[ladygawain]

I love youuuuu!

Thank you so much :))))))

[jadengreen36]

My goodness. I don't know how I missed this. ::fans::

[ladygawain]

Hee!!!! *fans you*