sunday_reveries - (Picture 8) You can set your secrets free, baby.
Clark Kent turns to glance behind him when he hears footsteps, only to see that they are Lana Lang's. She ceases to walk any further once they make eye-contact, and her feminine features soften with a smile. Clark mirrors her grin, looking like such a fool in love.
"Hey, stranger," Lana tucks her fingers inside her front pockets, shoulders lifted slightly as she feels a little nervous.
"Hey back," Clark returns, extending an arm to invite her over to where he is. Lang accepts and continues forward. She can feel her nervousness breaking away with each step she takes. She is finally close enough to extend her own arm, and then she feels a familiar comfort when her fingers lock with his. This warmth always welcomes itself into Lana's heart whenever she's so close to the man before her.
She finds herself moving in faster than before as he pulls her closer. He's so warm... and her tiny hands fit nicely into his own manly palms. She stares deeply into his gaze, and it was so obvious to see that he was already lost in her eyes.
"What did you want to tell me, Clark?" Her mind is filled with curiosity and --judging by her boyfriend's hesitation on the phone earlier-- concern. But her heart? Her heart is ready for anything he has to say.
Then Kent wore an amused little smirk which caused her to be slightly taken aback.
He has saved this damsel almost every time she was in distress. The whole thing, what he has to tell her, it all seems silly to him.
But oh, in all the right ways.
"Thank you for saving me. Lana Lang."
"Hey, stranger," Lana tucks her fingers inside her front pockets, shoulders lifted slightly as she feels a little nervous.
"Hey back," Clark returns, extending an arm to invite her over to where he is. Lang accepts and continues forward. She can feel her nervousness breaking away with each step she takes. She is finally close enough to extend her own arm, and then she feels a familiar comfort when her fingers lock with his. This warmth always welcomes itself into Lana's heart whenever she's so close to the man before her.
She finds herself moving in faster than before as he pulls her closer. He's so warm... and her tiny hands fit nicely into his own manly palms. She stares deeply into his gaze, and it was so obvious to see that he was already lost in her eyes.
"What did you want to tell me, Clark?" Her mind is filled with curiosity and --judging by her boyfriend's hesitation on the phone earlier-- concern. But her heart? Her heart is ready for anything he has to say.
Then Kent wore an amused little smirk which caused her to be slightly taken aback.
He has saved this damsel almost every time she was in distress. The whole thing, what he has to tell her, it all seems silly to him.
But oh, in all the right ways.
"Thank you for saving me. Lana Lang."