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Chapter 9
She whimpered at the jolt it gave her, feeling herself become instantly wet… God, dripping; the moisture sliding out of her to slick the lips of her pussy and her inner thighs, slipping down into the cleft of her ass now because she wasn't wearing panties.
And he knew it; he could smell how hot she was and he breathed, "Fuck, yeah," pushed up the bottom of her tee shirt to expose her neatly trimmed pussy to him. He spread her thighs high and wide apart, watching her open completely up, and then he pulled until her bare feet rested on his shoulders and he settled in between her legs. His eyes were literally hot as he looked up at her, taunting her with his fast, uneven breaths, holding her still and moving his head in closer to her pussy, his body pulsing forward and back in a slow, barely discernable thrusting motion between her thighs.
Liz watched him move and couldn't take her eyes away from his, the intense heat of him so close and yet still too far away because she wanted to feel him… and suddenly she couldn't stand it anymore. "God!" she gasped, humping up toward him. "Lick me…" her voice rose in long, whining cry and she whimpered the words again, "Lick me, please, Kal…"
He started at the bottom of her slit, his mouth soft and wet as he licked a long, hot stripe upward to her clit and back down again, dragging his tongue through her juices. He didn't push inside yet, just slowly stroked between her folds, sucking with hot, gentle pressure.
"God, you taste good," he groaned out as his lips finally captured her clit, tugging it between his teeth and biting down lightly.
Liz gripped the bars of the railing high on either side of her head, moaning low in her throat, her eyes falling closed and her head dropping back against a step as heat started to spread from her womb outward. And when she heard him whisper against her, "Fuck my mouth," she lifted her hips in a desperate thrust and his tongue plunged deeply into her wet pussy over and over with hot, laving licks that made her clench helplessly around the pressure. And God, the sound of him, the messy wet slurps of his mouth and the rumbling moan of his voice as she thrust her hips up off the steps and hung there, tight against his mouth, made her begin to shake and gasp for precious air. He pulled back slightly when he felt her fuck up, and slid his index and middle fingers inside to join his tongue while his other two fingers stroked down between her ass cheeks, causing bolts of electricity to wind through her with that touch.
"Always so fucking wet for me. Aren't you," he said, and he stated it as a fact, not a question while he licked her juices from his lips.
"God, yes! Don't stop. Please!" Liz gasped out, loud enough that if anyone else in their building was out on their balcony they definitely would have heard her. She kept humping up toward his mouth, but still hungry for the touch of his thick fingers in her cleft, and her body ground mindlessly down and back into his hand, needing his touch like she needed air.
Kal's voice growled out as his fingertips teased her wet hole, "There's my bad little girl. You like that, don't you?" And he pressed softly, wrenching a screaming gasp of pure pleasure from her as the tip of his finger sank just inside and he thrust it in and out shallowly, gently. Her legs fell open even further and she looked down at his hand, whimpering, "I want to see… let me see," whining and gasping as he kept pushing with his fingertip, panting as he felt her opening the slightest bit. "So good," she whimpered, and she brought her heels up to hook on the step at her sides, her legs splayed even wider for him.
Kal growled at what a lustful, dirty sight she made in that position, loved how open and wet her pussy was, and he carefully swirled his finger in her hole, stretching softly so he could go a little deeper in. Liz lifted her hips for him, trying to force him deeper while he opened his mouth on her clit again, teased it with his tongue before he laid his thumb against it and worked her sensitive flesh in tight, fast circles. His fingers slid hard into her body, twisting and curling toward her G spot with each pull, and she was drowning in too much sensation at once; his thumb on her clit, his fingertip in her hole, and his two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She clenched around him and bore down onto the pressure of his fingers, forward and down, forward and down, and her voice rose in moaning cries with every thrust.
"One day, baby… one day I'll fuck you there. One day you'll beg me to." His voice was raspy and rough against her clit as he drove his tongue in and out of her pussy along with his fingers, his lips hungrily sucking flesh and juices into his mouth.
At his words her body convulsed around him and she let out a loud cry of ecstasy, her back arching as far off the step as possible, jolts of electricity shooting through her. Her legs trembled so hard her feet slipped off the step. Shuddering and shaking as she came harder than she ever had before. His mouth and fingers still worked her convulsing pussy as he greedily licked her, and every time she thought the last wave had passed, his thumb would flick across her clit again and send another round of blinding white heat through her entire body. One of her hands slid free of the railing to rest on his head, her fingers twisted through his dark hair and she yanked and pulled with each spasming jolt of her body, until finally the shaking subsided to slow, throbbing pulses.
"Mmm... oh my God… Kal…" Her voice trailed off and she lay gasping, unable to complete a full sentence; her legs finally coming to rest with the backs of her knees on his shoulders. He looked up at her through those impossibly thick, dark eyelashes, and his eyes glittering red with his need for her. He pushed up her tee shirt until her breasts spilled free, nipples red and tight, and his chin stubble tickled across her stomach as he kissed his way back up to suck her.
"Need you... God... I need you now." he was panting, begging against her chest as he moved form one nipple to the other.
"Uh-uh, not yet," Liz panted, her other hand coming to rest on his head as well.
Kal pulled back, keeping her in his mouth while he looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow, and she tugged him up by his hair until he released her breast with a soft sucking sound.
"I'm still hungry," she said in a low, seductive voice, pulling his lips to hers. She took her time, licking his mouth slowly, searching for the taste of herself on him as her tongue lapped at his lips. He groaned and his cock swelled when he realized what she was after, and he opened up for her, let her draw his tongue into her mouth. "Mmm, yeah. Give me all of it," she whispered, greedily sucking, licking all she could find.
Kal pulled her legs back down to his waist and switched their positions without breaking the kiss, so Liz was now on top and he was laid back on the steps. She straddled him and pressed down, her wet, naked pussy rubbing eagerly against the bulge in his pants. Sitting up slowly, she broke the kiss and her hands moved from his hair to his chest to balance herself. She tugged his shirt off, then drug her hands down to slid slowly over his groin, where she began to unbuckle his belt. "I want to taste you, too," she whispered, her nails lightly scratching through the dark trail of hair leading down to what she wanted. "Is that okay? Can I suck your cock?" she asked softly, batting her eyelashes coyly at him and bringing her index finger to her mouth to bite down lightly on it.
With a hissed in breath, his eyes honed in on her mouth and he said, "For the record, you never ever have to ask me that again. Anytime, anywhere." And he was serious as a heart attack.
A fiery flash of red went through his eyes before he could shut them at the thought of her lips around his cock. She'd never done that for him before. His pulse quickened and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as he fought to control his heat vision. One of his hands reached for the base of his cock between their bodies and he had to press down hard to stave off his orgasm.
Liz scooted down his legs to sit straddling the tops of his thighs. She finished unfastening his belt and peeled open his button fly in slow motion, a stark contrast to earlier that day when she had ripped them open. She watched him close his eyes even tighter and breathe in deeply through flared nostrils as she ran her fingertips down the length of his cock through his silk boxers. Hooking her fingers around the waist band of his boxers and jeans at the same time, she pulled them down far enough for her to have easy access. His massive erection flushed dark red and throbbed as it sprang free from the constraints of his clothes, leaving a warm thread of pre-come linking his body to the tip of his cock where it touched his abs.
Holy fuck, Kent , don't freak out. Breathe; relax and just breathe, Kal thought. He could feel Clark's anxiousness building in the back of his mind. This was new for them and Clark was almost as afraid as he was excited.
Don't open your eyes, Clark begged him over and over.
Liz didn't seem to notice his inner struggle as her eyes fixated on the vein protruding at the underside of his cock. She lowered her lips to him and opened her mouth, not taking him in but sucking softly down the side, letting her tongue trail down his length as she moved. She licked around the base, getting him wet before she came back up to the tip, pulled her mouth away to watch slow, creamy drops of pre-come gather and drip from his slit, and she swiped her tongue through it before blowing softly, warmly over the head of his cock. She felt the sensation shudder through him and looked up his body, watched him throw his head back and arch his spine off the steps.
Shifting her weight, she repositioned herself on her knees between his legs, grasping his cock in one hand. Kal was writhing on the stairs, his head tossing and his legs spread wide open as he pushed up with his feet, choking out whimpering, growling sounds of need. Liz parted her lips and let the velvety head of his cock slip into her mouth, feeling the hot weight of him on her tongue, the musky heat of him a taste all its own; wild and dangerously male, and so good that she felt tears burning in her eyes.
Her hand was still wrapped around the base, and she began to pump him, let her tongue slide and curl around him as she took him in as deeply as she could. She opened her mouth as widely as possible, absolutely loving the width of him because he was almost too big, she almost had to struggle to suck, but when the broad, wet head of his cock touched the back of her throat, when her own lips kissed her hand where she held him by the base, she took in a deep breath and let her throat drop open, swallowed in one convulsive shudder as he slipped all the way into the heat.
It made him scream. And suddenly his hands flew to his sides, fingertips sinking into the metal at his hips as he roared in pleasure and held his own body down, desperate to fuck himself into the tight, clinging heat of her throat.
Liz kept sucking and swallowing, moaning hungrily.
"Wait... God... Please... Gonna..." Kal was whispering so low Liz could barely hear him. He was fighting himself, fighting Clark even, desperate to thrust up as hard as he could. The fact that his eyes were clenched so tightly closed meant that he could feel it all more sharply, every sensation hotter and more intense than if he could see it happening. And Clark – his shaking, innocent voice of reason was the only thing that kept Kal's restraint in one piece.
But when he felt her swallow again and even more of his hot length sank into her, when he felt her throat contract around his girth in greedy spasms, he lost the ability not to fuck. With his hands holding the sides of her head he pulled back then pushed forward ever so gently at first, not wanting hurt her but still desperately needing the friction. But then her voice raked along his engorged flesh in a soft, vibrating hum, she began sucking and slurping, moaning as she felt him slamming a little harder into the back of her throat, and he just broke apart. The building could burn to the ground around them, but he just had to watch her. And so he dragged his eyes open, drank in the sight of her dark hair fisted in his hands, her head moving up and down faster and faster, and that was all it took. "Yes!" He hissed as he threw his head back again, so hard he cracked the step behind him, and fire shot from his eyes in a long, burning stream, straight up into the night sky.
He was screaming, "Shit! Oh Fuck... Liz I'm coming!!..." And when it hit he gasped and let himself go, exploding inside her mouth.
When his hot come shot into the back of her throat Liz eagerly swallowed it down, pulse after scalding pulse. Her fingernails dug into his hips where her hands clung to him, and blood started to seep out beneath her nails. In that very second, she felt strength and power surging through her; a hot, seductive flow of energy like the sun pouring its power into her blood. The more she swallowed, the more she wanted, it felt so incredibly good.
After what seemed like forever, Kal's cock finally stopped pulsing and softened in her mouth. She let him go slowly with a low, sensual moan, gasping for air as she licked down to his sac, searching for any drop she might have missed.
Kal's hands fell to his sides, his huge body gone limp from pleasure, and he was about to drift into peaceful afterglow when he felt her licking and sucking on his hip bone. He sluggishly lifted his head up and looked at her, realizing that she had seen the blood there and was instantly drawn to it, licking it away only to find the wound beneath had already healed and wasn't there anymore. So she sucked harder, causing his blood to rush to the surface just beneath his skin, before once more disappearing before her eyes.
Sitting up a little, she saw Kal watching her through sleepy, heavy-lidded eyes, curious and heated, letting her indulge her need to keep sucking at his skin. Her eyes caught sight of the blood on his other hip, and she dipped her head down to lick it clean as well, making him groan almost helplessly.
"Kal?" she asked in a whisper as she sat back up.
"Mmm." Was the only response he could muster.
"What's this feeling?... Is this how the ring makes you feel too?" Her voice was shaky, breathy with lust as she unconsciously brought her fingers to her mouth to suck his blood from the tips, her eyelids falling shut.
His eyes opened wide and he propped himself up on his elbows. "How do you feel?"
"Mmmm, I feel… God, I feel good, and strong… like nothing can hurt me," she whispered in between licks. He could hear her heartbeat steadily increasing, could feel her blood beginning to race harder while she tried to sort through everything that was swirling around in her head.
"But a little edgy... and… angry at the same time." Her eyes came to his, her dark brown eyes fully dilated, and intense, glittering with something that made him hard in a split instant. "And I feel... hot...really hot, like I might explode if you don't fuck me right now." Her breaths where coming in short, sharp gasps at the realization of how much she needed him.
She ran her wet fingertips over his balls, softly slipped them up the length of his cock. "God... do you feel this? Is this how you feel all the time?" Her voice was practically a purr, panting breathlessly as she crawled up his lap to sit on his erection. She reached between her legs and used her fingers to spread her pussy open, hungry to feel his engorged length pressed tight against her folds.
"Yes..." he hissed. "That's why I have such a hard time keeping my hands off you," he rasped out, bringing his hands to her hips to slide her back and forth over the length of his cock. He wasn't inside her yet but friction felt impossibly good as her juices coated his cock.
"Kal, please. I need you inside me… right – fuck, oh God – right now," she begged him, her heartbeat racing, her breaths coming in deep, moaning gasps. She grabbed at his biceps, pulling him up off the steps into a sitting position.
He growled in the back of his throat, his lip curling and his nostrils flaring as he breathed in her arousal. He could tell by the way she yanked him around both earlier today and right now that she was stronger than normal; strong enough to handle him so he could fuck her the way she was begging to be fucked.
The way he needed to fuck her.
"Please, Kal hurry... I can't...I can't... catch... my breath!" Liz panted frantically against his mouth, grabbing at his jeans and boxers and scrabbling to get them down his thighs. "Oh, God yesss," she hissed, pushing against his pelvis when he lifted his hips to help her get his pants down. "Off, off… get it off." She dragged his hands to her shirt, desperate to feel all of him, hot against her fevered skin. He tore the fabric away with a groan, hauling her hard against his chest.
His lips crashed into hers and his tongue plunged inside over and over, thrusting, like fucking, and his big thick fingers tangled in her hair. Yanking her head back roughly, he exposed her neck to his sharp teeth, tearing away from her mouth to suck soft bites over her cheek to her ear. Then he moved lower, down to the soft patch of skin just below her earlobe, and he sucked hard, bit through her skin and felt her blood coating his tongue as he swiped it over the marks.
And when he pulled away, he watched in amazement again as the wound closed right before his eyes, her beautiful skin mending itself again to supple perfection.
"God you always taste so good." And she did. He couldn't believe how much he loved the taste of her, the silken texture that melted warm on his tongue everywhere he licked, every place he could open his mouth and feel her. He couldn't seem to get enough of her in his mouth, he couldn't stop biting and sucking and he moved further down her neck and over her collar bone. He pulled her back even further and cradled her neck and back in his hands like a child as he leaned over her to suck her nipple once again.
And she was pleading with him, "Kal, Kal, please..." Her nails scratching up his shoulders to his hair, where she began clenching and pulling.
In the blink of an eye Liz was slammed onto her back with enough force that it would have broken anyone else's bones, and she screamed as he drove his cock down into her aching pussy in one deep, powerful thrust.
"Is that what you need, baby?" Kal hissed out between clenched teeth. Her body was so incredibly hot, even to him, that it took his breath away.
"Nnnnngh..." she was beyond being able to form words. This high was so much more intense then anything she had ever experienced and she was suddenly fighting just to stay conscious. Everywhere he touched her, her nerve endings electrified and sent hot flashes pulsing through her. Dragging her eyes open, she watched him through a haze of red, until they started to burn and itch so intensely that she had to clamp them shut as the delicious heat of him flowed through her. Kal's body moved violently above hers, pumping into her with deep grinding strokes, pushing her back against the rough concrete with every thrust until they wound up in the doorway to the apartment. Her hands rose above her head and she grasped the door frame with both hands to keep her head from ramming into it. Kal's hot breath scalded down her neck, his fingers dug into her hips where he held her firmly to the floor, and his muscles drew tighter and tighter as he fought off his orgasm.
"More..." He growled out as his lips latched on to a nipple and his hands slid around to her ass, pulling her hips up off the floor so he could drive even deeper inside. The change in the angle caused Liz to cry out and pull hard on the door frame, ripping the lower part of it right off the wall, bending the metal in her hands. And Kal never let up; he just kept slamming into her over and over.
"Look at me," he demanded after he released her nipple. He'd seen that familiar red in her eyes and wanted to see it again. Liz opened her eyes, trying to focus on his voice, and red flared across her vision again when his thumb brushed over her swollen clit.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" he grunted between clenched teeth, his lips lifting into something between a smirk and a snarl.
"Yesss..., " she panted, desperately trying to keep her eyes open. "Don't stop fucking me. God, don't ever stop."
"Mmmm." He grunted out. "I'm not sure that's one of my abilities, but I'll do my best." Even as he said the words he could feel his climax gathering. The heat her body was putting off was overwhelming, and her muscles gripped him tighter then ever before. His fingers went into super speed on her clit and his thrusts nearly split her in two, sending her completely over the edge, and he hungrily followed her into it, no longer able to keep his orgasm at bay. With a loud cry of ecstasy, he came deep inside her as her body quaked and shuttered around his, gripping him so tightly on the inside that he literally stopped breathing.
After a few long moments their bodies began to still, while their breathing and heart rates dropped to more normal levels, and Kal felt exhaustion like he'd never known begin to swallow him up.
"Kal, baby. You're crushing me," she whimpered. He lay sprawled heavily on top of her, his weight felt suddenly doubled, and it was too much for her to bear full force.
"Humph... sorry," he blearily replied as he rolled off her and promptly fell back asleep. Liz curled toward him, breathing him in, feeling one last shivering pulse of that awesome red heat go through her as she followed him into darkness.
Sometime in the middle of the night Kal awoke with a piece of the broken doorframe lodged under his back. It didn't hurt him but it wasn't comfortable, either.
They were still on the hard floor, half inside the apartment half on the balcony. His body was spooned around Liz, one of his arms draped across her chest, with his boxers and jeans bunched at his feet around his boots. Sitting up, he toed off his boots and slid his clothes off completely. And then he looked down at her.
She was breathtakingly beautiful lying there, completely asleep and curled up with a hand tucked beneath her neck. He traced the outline of her scar, let his fingers softly caress her skin as he simply watched her breathe for as long as he could hold his eyes open. He wondered how she could look so comfortable asleep on the hard floor, naked with no blanket or pillow. And then it dawned on him that she was probably used to not always having a bed to sleep in. The thought struck him like nothing else ever had before, it saddened and angered him that she had ever been in that kind of need. Shoving it aside was hard, but he did it, and scooped her into his arms and headed for the bed.
She awoke before he made it there, her eyes shimmering in the moonlit room as she looked up at him. "I wanna take a bubble bath," she mumbled sleepily.
He whispered a soft chuckle. "You're dreaming, go back to sleep."
"No I was dreaming about a bubble bath. You woke me in the middle of it and now I want one." She reached out a hand for the scar on his chest, her bottom lip sticking out. "Please?" she pouted. And Kal didn't think he'd ever seen anything so adorably sexy in his life.
"Christ, you're lucky I love you," he muttered as he turned and carried her to the bathroom.
The words had just fallen out of his mouth before he could stop them. Maybe she hadn't heard him, he thought, feeling a wild panic start somewhere in his chest. Maybe she'd already fallen back to sleep.
Nope, he knew she hadn't; her heartbeat was suddenly racing against his chest, and all he could think to do was just keep walking, not daring to look down at her to see her reaction.
Liz was frozen in his arms and her breath was stuck in the back of her throat. Her heart was practically pounding out of her chest. He said it! He actually said it. I don't think he meant to say it out loud though, but what if he did? Her mind wouldn't stop circling that possibility. Should I say it back? Oh my God what should I do?
Kal didn't turn the lights on when he entered the bathroom. The moonlight streaming in from the window above the shower was all the light he needed. He turned the water on with one hand while still easily holding Liz cradled in his other arm, and he leaned back against the wall to wait for the tub to fill. He tucked her head under his chin and breathed her in, pushed a soft strand of hair behind her ear.
And then he heard her quietly whisper, "Say it again. It's okay if you don't mean it, but please... just say it again." Her voice shook, barely discernable above the rush of the running water, but he felt her lips quivering against his throat. And he had heard her.
"Mmm. Say what?" he couldn't help but tease as his arms tightened around her.
"Please," she mouthed again.
He pulled her back, searched for her eyes in the dark until she looked up at him. And he spoke in a low, hushed voice. "I love you, and of course I meant it." His eyes sparkled in the silvery light as his lips lifted into a sexy grin.
She was transfixed. Her brain threatened to close down as she heard his words reverberate in her mind. Finally, after a few long, silent moments, she told him, "I love you too." A soft, feminine smile lifted her lips as she leaned in to gently kiss the mouth that had just uttered the most wonderful words she had ever heard. Twice. She had never said that to a guy before, and her mind was still reeling. But her tentative shy kiss quickly turned hot and demanding.
Kal finally had to break the kiss to check the tub. Seeing the level was just right he climbed in and sank down in the warm water. Liz's mouth had moved down to kiss and suck his neck, and when the warm water rose high enough to surround her aching muscles she let out a long sigh against his skin.
"Mmm, this feels good," she breathed out as she snuggled down against his chest. "But where are the bubbles?" she asked in a sleepy voice.
"Hello. I'm a guy. I don't own bubbles," Kal stated as he pushed the button to start the jets, and then he settled back against the side of the tub and closed his eyes.
"Humph," was her only reply.
Turning from her side to her back, she laid herself out on top of Kal with her back to his chest. Pulling one of his hands off her waist she brought it above the water and held her palm to his. The size difference was staggering, his more than doubled hers.
"Wow," she whispered. "God, I love your hands. They're so big and strong and big," she said softly with a sleepy giggle as she brought his hand to her lips to kiss his palm, and then his fingertips. Turning his hand over, she kissed the back of it, mouthing softly over his knuckles. It was his right hand, the one with the ring on it. And for the first time she actually paid attention to the school name glinting off it in the moonlight.
"Smallville, huh? I lived there too, until I was about five," Liz said quietly, not sure if Kal was even still awake.
"Sorry to hear that." he replied, his big body shifting at the reminder of his past.
"Still a hick town I take it?"
"As much as ever. Did you come to Metropolis after Smallville?"
"No we moved to Grandville after the meteor shower damaged our house."
Oh, God. "You were in Smallville for the meteor shower?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
"Yeah. How about you?"
"Uh... I kinda arrived… during." He was desperately fighting the urge to just blurt out the whole truth to her. Even in his Red K induced state he knew that was something you just didn't go around telling people.
"That's probably my earliest memory," she said. "I was playing outside at the end of our driveway with my brother's toy truck when the sky started to rain fire. It was the most beautiful and scariest thing I've ever seen." The memory went through her, replaying itself in her mind's eye.
"You weren't hurt... Were you?" he asked her, his unease growing.
"No, Bobby and I were fine. And my mom was in Grandville working at the time, so she was fine too. The only damage was to the house. Did you survive it unscathed?"
"Yeah I did, but I don't really remember what happened that day. It's all pretty hazy."
And then she spoke softly, her voice trembling on the words, and she wasn't sure why she was even continuing. "I saw something that day; something amazing."
"What'd you see?" Kal closed his eyes, praying and knowing it was doing him no good.
"Forget it, you'll just think I'm crazy."
"I swear I won't," he said, his voice hushed. "Just tell me. "
"If you laugh at me I swear I'll... withhold sex for like a whole day." Liz threatened.
"I won't, and you wouldn't be able to anyway," he retorted.
"Okay...fine. In a field down the road from where I lived, I saw something crash..."
"What was it?" Kal asked, but God help him, already knew her answer.
"It was a... spaceship." she choked out. She hadn't spoken those words out loud since the day it happened when she told her brother what she saw. She remembered that he'd yelled down at her to never repeat it, or men in white suits would lock her up forever, because they would think she was crazy.
Kal was frozen behind her. A huge part of him just wanted to tell her everything. But this other part of him – Clark – was terrified.
"Kal?" she whispered. "Silence is just as bad as laughing," she muttered, growing more upset by the second, regretting that she had told him.
Just when she thought he was either asleep or he was just refusing to say anything, she heard him whisper, "I believe you." And then, "Did you see anything else?"
"Yeah. A little boy with dark hair climbed out of the ship, and a man and woman got out of a wrecked truck. They picked him up and took him away. I dreamed about that little boy for years. I used to make up stories in my head, about how he would rescue me from my horrible life and take me away to his home where we would live happily ever after. I've always… loved him. That's so strange, isn't it? But I have. And I've wondered so many times what happened to him." She fell quiet again, turning her head to rub her cheek against his chest. "But now I have you. So I guess I don't need those stories anymore. Unless I've just convinced you that I'm a total nut job, that is." Her voice floated out softly into the dark; she was unsure of what he was thinking, but it felt good to have finally shared that with someone else after so many years.
Kal closed his eyes and laid his head back on the edge of the tub. It all made sense to him now; his instant attraction to her when he had so many girls to choose from, her attraction to him when she had no reason on the earth to trust him, the strange things about him that she had let go unexplained were because on some level she already knew and accepted him for what he really was. Some part of him had sensed that in her from the very beginning; that she'd been… waiting for him for years.
"Again, the deafening silence? Just as bad as laughing," Liz tried to joke in a trembling voice, her hand starting to shake in his. What she had just told him was a huge deal to her and if he didn't really believe her she wasn't sure what she would do.
"You found him." Kal said quietly, his eyes opening, searching for a patch of skin to nuzzle. His lips found that soft place behind her ear – his favorite – where he gently kissed her, meaning it with all of his heart.
TBC
