Part 13b was horrible! And horribly good. Imagine Lois contemplating to cut off Clark's hands! Just imagine! (I'm thinking about a handless Clark working as a reporter. Or a handless Clark getting about his daily life. Getting dressed, anyone? Or a handless Superman flying to the rescue.)
And almost instantly, she was lost in memories of the ways these hands had touched her. The way his hand came out, gently touching her on the small of her back when they walked together. The way their hands hand lingered, sending heat through her body when they'd shaken hands in the elevator of the Planet when they'd been planning their first date. The way his hands often slipped beneath her hair to cup her cheeks when he kissed her. It had been the touch of his hand on her cheek that had told her that he was Superman. She raised his bruised hand to her lips, gently kissing it as tears fell unheaded from her eyes.
That's a wonderful paragraph. Thank you for bringing it out so vividly and heartrendingly.
Ann
