Chapter 10: Realizations
The room was warmly lit yet he couldn't see her face. Her back was turned to him. He touched her dark hair, at his touch it gently cascaded down her back. He wanted to see her face, yet he was unable to. He twirled her around but still didn't see her face. He buried his face in her shoulder. His lips traced her shoulder blade all the way to her collar bone. He inhaled her scent, it was excruciating. He pressed her against the pillar and kissed her neck. Even as he did that he wanted to see her face, he made his way to her lips. He kissed her passionately, but he still couldn't see her face. Despite the gentle light sweeping the terrace he still couldn't see her face. He pushed her hair back and tried to see her face. But all he saw was her hazel eyes. His mouth gently caressed her parted lips and he struggled to see her face.
Clark jerked awake as the noise of jiggling keys reached him. Apparently Lana had decided to come home, Clark was waiting for her to come while he waited on the couch. Some how he had fallen asleep and now he felt mad. He had been rudely awaken from a blissful dream, who was that girl in his dream?
"Sorry, Clark. I didn't wake you did I?"
"No,' grumbled Clark. You just yanked me out of the most wonderful dream, thought
Clark. The bitterness surprised him, this was Lana. He curled up on the couch again, he had no intention of going in the bedroom. He and Lana hadn't shared their bed since he found out Lois was the one who reunited them.
Lana didn't say anything she just observed him mutely. Wasn't this the way their relationship rolled? The first few weeks the couldn't bear to be apart, then the charm would start to wear thin and finally they'd avoid each other and that would eventually lead to their break-up. She just thought things would be different now that she was just as powerful as him. Yet this time was no different from the other times. She could never reach him. Was Clark not even going to try? They were fighting a losing battle. She could see it in his eyes, he wasn't even there any more. They barely even spoke to each other, didn't even sleep in the same room. Was it possible that he had developed feelings for, Lois? His face softened every time he spoke of her. Or was he still furious about Lex? That would forever stand between them.
Clark rolled on his stomach, and listened to Lana trod up the stairs. He sighed and rolled over again and looked at the ceiling. Lana was alone with him in the house, but it meant nothing to him. Those years of longing, and obsessing over Lana were suddenly gone. They seemed to slip in the back, way back.