Clark kissed me again, his lips gentle like the flutter of a butterfly. "This is no dream,“ his warm voice whispered reassuringly. "Though it certainly feels like one.” His smile warmed my heart. Was he actually back, here with me? The mere thought made me dizzy with happiness. I could not avert my eyes for as much as a blink, fearing that all this would burst like a soap bubble if I did.
But Clark remained warm and reliable next to me.
Oh good! Maybe Clark is done being an oaf!
"We aren’t done yet, Clark," I said huskily, deepening the kiss. With my hand I traced the lines of his abdomen underneath his shirt. I had not even noticed that he was still fully dressed.
Here's where I discovered that they didn't have sex... or it was just really kinky. /snicker
"Nonononono," he groaned in despair. "I can’t do this! Why on earth did I believe that this could work!"
Clark! Don't make me hurt you!!
"Because..." Clark again swallowed and ran his tongue over his apparently dry lips. "... I love you."
Could'a fooled me Clark!
"You’re right, I owe you an explanation," he replied softly. "I thought that it would be better for both of us if you didn’t know the truth. I’m sorry, Lois."
His right hand jerked up to his glasses, once, twice.
Really? That's it? All this over your guilty conscience?
"You're Superman," I replied flatly and tried to grasp the meaning of his revelation.
"Yes," he admitted quietly. "I had really been hoping that I didn’t need to tell you, for your own sake." He swallowed hard.
"How ... how could you ... how dare you?" I stammered. "For my sake?" I laughed, but actually I felt only hot burning rage. "What were you thinking, you idiot?"
My thoughts exactly! I can't wait to hear the end of this story and Clark's thought process through all this craziness.
