Janet - in a fandom full of rewrites of first kisses, declarations of love, and other special moments of closeness and connection between L&C, I think this is the most unabashedly romantic story that I've ever read. And I absolutely adore it.
Although I loved how they were able to slay the Luthor dragon so efficiently (and I have to admit that I'm suspicious that the Luthor chapter is in fact over), I'm completely captivated by the L&C relationship here. The instant connection they each felt. The telepathy between them that manifests itself during moments of pure joy. The agony that each had to bear when they feared that they were related - the image of Clark despairingly looking out the window was a very powerful one.
So naturally I was overjoyed when the globe revealed what we had hoped for all along, and I loved this
Then Lois drew in a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, and shifted to look up into his face. “Oh! Clark - did you hear? We’re… he said we’re *not*… You’re *not* my brother! We’re… It’s –“
Whatever she’d intended to say was cut off when he rose abruptly, took the globe from her and dropped it on the couch, and pulled her to her feet. “I heard.” His voice was low and rough, sending shivers over her scalp and down her spine. “And I don’t want to talk right now.” He drew her into his arms as he spoke, cupping the back of her head with one hand, fingers tunneling into her hair. His voice was almost a whisper as he finished, “I just want to...”
and this
He sobered again. Letting go of her hands long enough to cup her face gently in his larger hands, he leaned forward to kiss her softly, sweetly – and way too briefly. When he pulled back, she saw everything he felt for her shining from his eyes. Taking her hands again, he continued, “Can you consider this a… pre-proposal statement of intent? And then –“ He smiled. “…Could you be surprised, when I ask you for real?”
And then there was this, where a tear literally ran down my face...
One side of his mouth quirking into a half grin, he said, still softly, “I seem to be making a habit of kneeling at your feet, my love.”
It's beautiful. I am so looking forward to more, whenever you're ready.
Kathy
