This one is short & sweet
Chapter 37
She would have thought the sun had risen such was the sunlight of his caress on her cheek. His lips were butterfly wings across her forehead and she tilted her face to bask in his affection.
The gentleness that poured from him as his lips found hers caused his physical strength to pale in comparison, such was his power over her. His love wrapped around her as his hands buried themselves in her hair.
No longer fearing the possibility of dream, she returned his kiss with the passion he had stirred within her. She pulled him closer, breathing his breath, arcing herself against him. He rolled toward her. His face hovered so closely to hers she could feel his breath on her lips.
It was then she opened her eyes. The sight before her stole the air from her lungs.
The glow of the moon filtered in through the window, encasing his face in its brilliance. His eyes were softened with his love and yet burned with an intensity that hypnotized her as a flame would a moth. His cheeks were flushed with sleep and passion as his eyes devoured her. Her gaze traveled to his lips and she found hers suddenly dry.
His fingers traced feather light across her face. His touch followed the contours of her face, her eyebrows, her nose, her jaw, leaving the skin tingling in its wake.
When he at last reached her lips, his eyes met hers. He needed no spoken request as he dipped his head and kissed her so deeply she felt as though their souls had intertwined.
The world around them ceased to exist in that moment. His arms slid beneath her back, and he drew her to him, pressing her against the warm strength of his chest.
She drifted to reality slowly, opening her eyes to find him smiling at her.
"Hi." He said softly, lazily trailing his fingers along her cheekbone.
"Hi." She returned his smile. "Having trouble sleeping too?" He searched her face, wordlessly. "You know, I have had so many dreams of waking up just like this." She lifted her hand to brush the hair from his eyes. "I'm half afraid you're not real." She whispered.
He raised one eyebrow and laid a kiss on the end of her nose. Lois' eyes fluttered closed as his lips found their way to the sensitive skin of her neck. She sighed in contentment, threading her fingers through his hair, willing him to continue.
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Every cell in Clark's body felt alive. He reveled in the softness of her. He could hear her heartbeat racing in time with his and she clung to him, pulling him ever nearer. They groaned as one when he tasted the delicate shell of her ear.
"Clark..." she whispered.
His name soared from her lips against his ear in a breathless and pleading entreaty.
Clark expanded his hearing, searching beyond their ragged breathing and thundering heartbeats to the house for sounds of the awakening of their son. The house was silent, the grandfather clock in living room softly chimed keeping it's watch over the night. He heard the low gentle hiss of the humidifier in Jason's room and…
Something was wrong.
Clark raised his head, his eyes focused on nothing, all of his energy focused on the sound from his son's room.
Lois sensing his sudden tension touched his forearm. "What's wrong?"
The heartbeat of his son was slow and uneven. He heard the painful, labored sound of breath being dragged into distressed lungs.
"Jason."
He was gone from the bed in a blur of motion leaving the word to hang ominously in the air.