Lois crosses her arms, leaning against Clark’s desk with that smirk—the one that means she’s already put the pieces together. “So… you and them.” her voice is casual, but her eyes are sharp, practically gleaming with mischief.

Clark nearly chokes on his coffee. “Wh—what?” he adjusts his glasses, blinking rapidly, clearly flustered.

Lois tilts her head, clearly enjoying this. “Oh, come on, Smallville. You think I haven’t noticed? The stolen glances, the nervous stammering, the way you practically freeze when they walk into a room?”

Clark clears his throat, straightening his tie like it’ll somehow help him regain composure. “I, uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lois snorts. “Please. I invented lying to cover up feelings. I can spot it a mile away.” she leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “So… how long’s this been going on?”

“There’s nothing going on,” Clark says a little too quickly, voice just a little too high.

Lois just grins, shaking her head. “Right. Sure. I’ll get the truth eventually.”

With a wink, she saunters off, leaving Clark staring after her like he’s just barely survived a battle.

—

Later, when it’s just the two of you, Clark groans, rubbing his temples. “Lois knows.”

You laugh. “Obviously.”

“She’s going to dig until she finds proof,” he mutters, resting his forehead against your shoulder in defeat.

You grin, running a hand through his hair. “So what do we do?”

Clark sighs dramatically. “Pray she gets distracted?”

You shake your head. “You do know who you’re dealing with, right?”

Clark lets out another groan. “Yeah… I’m doomed.”