Title: Unexpected Attachments
Word Count: 662
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: Lois is throwing out Clark's old flannel ... or at least she tries to.
After many an argument, Clark finally gave into Lois's wishes and agreed to give away all his flannel. He had a hard time denying his girlfriend anything anyway and while he had fought on this one, he had eventually lost.
Just like Lois planned.
Besides, he hardly wore those old shirts anyway ... no point in them just wasting space. They were moving in together and she needed to make sure there was enough room for her clothes. And boy did she have a lot of them.
Since it was her idea, she offered to clean it up and give it away to charity herself.
That's how she ended up spending a Saturday afternoon sorting through Clark's old shirts.
"Damn, Smallville has a lot of shirts," she muttered, as she emptied out his drawers. How many of those red and blue tops had he owned anyway?
Finally, she found the flannel ... but when she pulled out the first shirt, she found it a bit harder to just throw it in a box.
She recognized this particular shirt ... it was the one she wore when she walked in on him in the shower when she had first moved into the Kent Farm. Good times. Eyeing it, she looked back at the pile of red and blue on the bed and frowned.
Maybe ... maybe she could just save one shirt. It wouldn't be so bad, would it? How much room could one shirt take up?
Unfortunately, as more shirts came out, so did the memories. The shirt that Clark wore when they were dealing with Shelby's arrival, the one he was wearing when he teased her about the CD after the love potion incident ... and suddenly she realized that all of his flannel shirts were in the "save" pile.
Looks like Smallville isn't the only one attached to the flannel. Oh well ... even if they weren't fashionable, they were comfortable. And she couldn't just throw away the memories. Resigned, she put them all back.
The blue and red shirts though were going for sure. Her boyfriend wore enough of those two colors and while Clark in spandex was a wonderful sight, she never quite felt that way about the blue and red shirts. Which was why she wasn't sad to see them go.
After a quick trip downtown, she returned back, once again pulling out the shirts. Unable to resist, she slipped out of her shirt and into one of the flannel ones, smiling to herself.
"Well, well, well ... what do we have here?" a voice that she only too well said, causing her to spin around in surprise. And when had he gotten home anyway? She shot him a glare.
"Not a word Kent."
Clark's green eyes twinkled with amusement. "What happened? Was this the only clean shirt you could find?" he teased, repeating her words of so many years ago. Damn. She had to go and fall for a man with a good memory.
"Well," she said, taking an exaggerated breath, "I decided to keep your flannel shirts ... you know, because you were complaining so much. And then I had to see what the fuss was all about ... this was just a mere experiment."
"Oh really?" The playful smirk and the raised eyebrow proved he didn't buy a word of her story.
"Yes," she said haughtily. "I am proving that a hottie like myself can make anything look sexy ... even this flannel."
"That I have to agree with," Clark replied, "Because you do look rather ... sexy." His voice dropped, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Glad you approve," she said, closing the distance between them.
"I definitely approve," he told her and that was all he could say before his lips were captured by hers.
And as the clothes made their way to the floor, including the aforementioned shirt, only one thought stood out in Lois's mind.
Maybe flannel wasn't so bad after all.