013 ♕ let the stars stand as witness to it all
[It'd been hard to catch a spare moment this last month, as if everything had just been waiting for things to fall in line between her and Clark to start exploding. Heck, if her plans hadn't fallen through, she would have been gone for an entire month or so on that trip into the Dead Zone, and, she realized now, missed spending the holiday with him. As much as she'd wanted to make the trip, after what had happened out in Mineas Well, she had a feeling it wouldn't have ended well anyways.
And now that she'd shaken off Lorne's compulsion to think she was an over dramatic detective (which she was fine with never talking about, thanks), she was more than happy to put all her investigations aside for the night and make private time with Clark a priority.
When he'd first told her who and what he was, she'd put herself on semi-lock-down about flooding him with too many questions, not wanting to spoil their first night together with the Spanish Inquisition. But there were still so many thing she didn't know... and she wanted to understand him, for him to feel like he could tell her anything.
Despite it having been over a month since they admitted their feelings for each other, she still felt butterflies as she waited for him to arrive, brushing on some extra makeup and finally dropping her journal in a drawer of a desk so she wouldn't be tempted to keep one eye on it. When she heard his knock, she smiled to herself, and added in her other earring.]
Door's open, Smallville.
And now that she'd shaken off Lorne's compulsion to think she was an over dramatic detective (which she was fine with never talking about, thanks), she was more than happy to put all her investigations aside for the night and make private time with Clark a priority.
When he'd first told her who and what he was, she'd put herself on semi-lock-down about flooding him with too many questions, not wanting to spoil their first night together with the Spanish Inquisition. But there were still so many thing she didn't know... and she wanted to understand him, for him to feel like he could tell her anything.
Despite it having been over a month since they admitted their feelings for each other, she still felt butterflies as she waited for him to arrive, brushing on some extra makeup and finally dropping her journal in a drawer of a desk so she wouldn't be tempted to keep one eye on it. When she heard his knock, she smiled to herself, and added in her other earring.]
Door's open, Smallville.