I am overcome with many of the feelings on the soon-coming end of my show, (Smallville). So to help myself (and maybe some of you) through this, I propose a.........
When she told him that they needed to keep it at a certain pace and that moving in and unpacking was all about "finding the right spot for everything", he didn't tell her how loved he felt. She'd looked at him and underneath that sexy grin, he understood what she was giving: connection. It was her way of saying that she would be the bridge to humanity for him and he would never, EVER be alone.
He's holding the box of her Whitesnake and Def Leppard LP's in his arms and watching her straighten out the coffee table. Her hands flutter about as she narrates the hell she went through in negotiating prices with the landlord. The light catches on Old Blue and dances on her shirt, moving like water with the creases of it.
Standing in the middle of their new life together, seeing her with her hair tied up and her face streaked with dirt, Clark falls in love again.
He sets the box down on the kitchen counter and pulls her towards him. Her arms loop around his neck by instinct and it is the most wonderful feeling in the world to have her body fit so naturally against his.
They sit on the bed, silent; her breath fans his neck, his face lights up in a smile.
"I feel like I was waiting all by myself to meet you," he tells her. The words he'd told the Jonathan Kent of Clark Luthor's world echo in his head.
Underneath her palm, his heart throbs painfully because now, he can't imagine what his life was like without her.
Yes, I have several fics locked under private entries because I can't seem to get them done. Either the muses have gone off on a long vacation or Darkseid got to them. :P I'm definitely taking time off this weekend to write. :) Crazily enough, I have some fics from S9 and S4 that still need to be finished. :P
He's holding the box of her Whitesnake and Def Leppard LP's in his arms and watching her straighten out the coffee table. Her hands flutter about as she narrates the hell she went through in negotiating prices with the landlord. The light catches on Old Blue and dances on her shirt, moving like water with the creases of it.
Standing in the middle of their new life together, seeing her with her hair tied up and her face streaked with dirt, Clark falls in love again.
He sets the box down on the kitchen counter and pulls her towards him. Her arms loop around his neck by instinct and it is the most wonderful feeling in the world to have her body fit so naturally against his.
They sit on the bed, silent; her breath fans his neck, his face lights up in a smile.
"I feel like I was waiting all by myself to meet you," he tells her. The words he'd told the Jonathan Kent of Clark Luthor's world echo in his head.
Underneath her palm, his heart throbs painfully because now, he can't imagine what his life was like without her.
Home answers with a kiss.
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