Squirky, this is a wonderful first fic!
I know Ann quoted this earlier, but it was just such perfect characterization and so well-written, I had to post it again:
Why Clark, then? Why tonight, of all nights, did she allow herself to escape to his place, knowing that he'd take her in under his wing? Because, she realized abruptly, she enjoyed his protectiveness. Not that Clark would ever know, of course. She couldn't have him knowing that he held any kind of power over her. Except, of course, the magic he was currently working on her tired muscles.
Lovely. Can't wait to read the second part!
