Sweet. Tense. Flutteringly sensual. Wonderful LnC dialogue. Delightful lowering of their defences.
Wow! You had my heart beating and my breath catching as they were locked in that closet. I'm a total claustrophobiac myself!
But hey, I can find 'lunkhead' in my English-Swedish dictionary, so I suppose it is a word! And I have been told that you can use 'fishes' in the same sense that you can talk about 'peoples': different kinds of fish and people.
He moves, turning towards me, and his free hand finds my cheek. Please, Clark, kiss me. I don't care if it's in this cramped and dark closet. In fact, that would kind of be a funny thing to tell our kids, wouldn't it?
My breath seems to leave me as I realize that I'm actually contemplating a future that includes bearing Clark's children. But none of that is going to happen if he doesn't kiss me. It's an agony waiting for him to do it.
Wow, did I love this or did I love it?
This is a delightful, adorable fic, JDG!
Ann
