It had been a sunny day, with fluffy white clouds scattered throughout the skies. The rain had started quick, as if it were turned on with a switch. Everyone was gathered around, heads bowed or staring into the distance, listening. Some were lost in thought, not hearing the words being expressed.

I could hear a voice in the background, hidden behind my own inner monologue. It droned on methodically, rehearsed, insincere. That wasn't a fair judgment. In emotional situations it's easier to speak if the words are kept in rhythm.

Here and there I would hear a muffled cry, a choked sob. There may have been tears streaming down my cheeks; the rain had made it a moot point. Each of my layers was soaked through. My body was starting to shiver. When I shifted my eyes slightly to the right, his hand was hanging there, limp. It was impulsive when I slid my hand into his. The warmth of his skin slowly spread though my entire body.

The droning voice of the preacher stopped. Sounds of people dispersing surrounded us before silence consumed us. Then we were alone. His hand returned my embrace as if only now feeling my intrusion. He let out a sigh, his tense body relaxing slightly.

Knowing there was no longer a purpose in standing there, I turned to lead him away. My car would be dry and warm. He followed without letting go. I was surprised, and relieved. Reaching my driver-side door he let his hand slide out of mine. The rain danced on top of the car melodically. The musical sound was soothing. I started my engine, turning on the car's lights and accentuating the rain like diamonds in front of us. When I stole glance at him out of the corner of my eye, he has laid his head back, his eyes closed, his lips parted slightly. His hair was stuck to his skin, glued in place by the rain. His skin was glistening in the sun pouring in the passenger window; he had a soft glow around him.

As I drove my thoughts were on his mother. The next few weeks would be hard her and Clark. The loss of a family member leaves an emptiness in the home. I knew the feeling. Though, my mother had left of her own accord, my father and I had still gone through a mourning period of our own. Memories of her proud smile clouded my mind as I pulled the car to a stop. As the images in my head drifted into oblivion I saw the back of the Talon. My intention had been to take Clark home to his mother's loving arms. I had been distracted by memories of my own mother.

When I reached out to put my car in reverse, his hand covered mine. I looked at him with questioning eyes, but he quieted any question I might voice by pulling my hand away from the gearshift. He was out of the vehicle and at my door before I had blinked. My door opened and a hand reached out to me. When I put my hand tentatively in his, the world disappeared around me. When it came back in to view I was standing in the middle of my small apartment.

There was an instant puddle at our feet. My mind was still playing catch up as he slid my cropped jacket off my shoulder, letting it drop to the floor behind me. The realization of how close our bodies were made me shiver. He was looking at me through eyes I'd never seen before, eyes filled with something foreign. He shrugged off his suit jacket revealing his white shirt, pressed against his skin, made see-through by the rain. He shook his head, little drops of water hitting my face. I was frozen in place. My mind told me this had to be a dream, yet my skin could feel the reality of it.

I swallowed as he leaned in to me, pressing our bodies together. His face was close enough for me to feel his natural warmth on my cheeks. When he slid a hand into my wet hair and the other around my waist, I melted. I became one with the water that covered me, fluid. His lips hovered over mine, his sweet, soft breath warming me. There was no movement for a few heartbeats. Then, he kissed me.

It was not forceful, nor was it soft. His lips were determined, sure. It was intoxicating. My legs buckled, but I never moved. He held me there against him with no effort. As I kissed him back, no thoughts clouded my mind. I was floating, eyes closed, in his embrace. He pulled back just enough to make eye contact, his lids half closed, his lips parted and pink. My heart raced, and when his lips curled up at the corners, I lost the ability to breathe. A fire ignited in his eyes, lighting up my body as if I'd been struck by lightening.

He let go of my body and to my amazement I stood there on my own. He took my hand and led me out to the small balcony. The sun was disappearing behind the horizon, leaving an orange blanket over the world. Still holding my hand, he brought it up to his chest and wrapped his arm around the small of my back. My first thought was that he wanted to dance. I started to protest, but he just smiled at my open lips and kissed them shut again.

In one swift motion, the two of us were suddenly hovering over the town. Wind rushed through my hair; I could feel the water being ripped away from me. We spun slowly as we rose higher. It took a few moments for me to realize we were not descending back to the planet below. I looked at his face, confused. He was smiling wildly, staring off into the distance. My heart was pounding for a different reason now.

He looked down at me and registered the look on my face. The wind slowed around us until it was still. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately regretted it. He frowned and the fear in my eyes and we started to fall back to the ground. Once my feet were safely touching something solid I rested my head against his neck. I could hear his heartbeat pounding away.

"I thought flying was the one super power you didn't posses." My voice was quiet, but sounded stronger than I had expected it to.

"Has anything ever given you the feeling that you could do anything?" He matched my volume, his excitement radiating in every word. I kept quiet, sure the question was rhetorical. "When I kissed you, that's how I felt." He buried his face in my hair.

My heart fluttered.

As we stood there in each others arms, time seemed to stand still. I started to feel reality grabbing at me, trying to get a firm hold. I wasn't ready to let go yet. I inhaled deeply, attempting to breathe in the very essence of him. I shuttered against him.

"We need to get you out of these wet clothes." Even as he spoke he didn't move.

"Yeah, you're right." A few more quiet moments passed before he led me back inside my apartment.

He moved to sit on the couch and stopped, standing in front of it. He looked lost for a moment. Concerned, I moved to stand next to him, putting a hand on his arm. The lost look disappeared. He smiled and took my hand into his. I was led into my room and in front of my dresser. I glanced up at him, and then opened a drawer to grab out a pair of flannel pajamas. He smiled wider at my selection and led me to the bathroom door. He hesitated for an instant before releasing my hand.

This time, I felt the disconnect, too. I hurried to change, and left my wet clothes in a pile on the floor.

He was sitting on the edge of my bed, an amused smile playing on his lips. He was wearing a t-shirt and pair of basketball shorts I had confiscated from his house over the years. I blushed, my secret out in the open. He stood to meet me half-way, locking his fingers into mine the instant we were close enough.

"I started a fire, would you like to go sit by it?"

I nodded, knowing my voice wouldn't cooperate anyhow.

I followed him to the living room where he had indeed started a fire, and had also laid out a blanket for us to lounge on. He sat down on the blanket with his back against the couch and pulled me down next to him. Then he wrapped his arm around me, forcing my head onto his chest. I had never been more comfortable.

I felt his lips tickle my forehead as he placed a kiss there.

"I wished I'd given in to this sooner."

His voice was so faint I had to convince myself I had really heard those words. I didn't move, hoping he would continue.

"It's just natural to be with you, Chloe." My lips curled at his admission.

I let my eyes close, indulging in the wave of sleep consuming me, knowing that when I woke up he would still be there. It had taken years of patience on my part, but he had now accepted his true feelings. And there was no turning back.