a warm sunny day

by Chase Binder

chapter 5

Authors note: Hey, i reorganized it into chapters now so it would be more convenient to go through.

Disclaimer: Smallville and Superman are not a manifestation of my creation, they are sole property of Joe, Jerry, Alfred, Miles, the WB and maybe even a guy named Bob. But they're not mine Oki.

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The sun was high above and the moon slid slowly, the two tremendously near, creeping in short moments as it licked the tanned yellow surface, replacing it with a darker marble of black and blue. The two laid calm on their blanket, their head above their hands. Without looking at each other they spoke.

C: "What day is it?"

C: "Thursday."

C: "I like Thursdays."

C: "Why?"

C: "Nothing happens on Thursdays."

C: "What about this?"

C: "This is different."

C: "Is this your best Thursday?"

C: "I don't know. I don't remember all my Thursdays."

C: "Then what makes it different?"

C: "It's romantic."

C: "This is my first romantic Thursday also."

C: "Me too."

C: "…"

C: "…"

C: "So..."

C: "So what?"

C:" I don't know."

C: "You really think my telescope is violating?"

C: "It would be less if it weren't pointed to people's houses."

C: "I don't point it at houses."

C: "Whatever you say."

C: "Right… whatever."

C: "…"

C: "Is there such a thing as romantic Wednesday?"

C: "I think we can only find out about that on a Wednesday."

C: "Ah, a wise thought."

Clark reclined forward, resting his elbows on the ground, now focusing on Chloe.

"What are you doing, its about to happen." Chloe stated, pointing her fingers to the sky.

*Carpe the Diem* Clark whispered to himself.

He held Chloe's palm.

She felt his hand; damp, sweating and shivering.

Ignoring everything else, their eyes fixed at each other. Slowly, he leaned his head closer to hers. Both swigged their nervousness as they went nearer and nearer. Faces losing distance. Nobody impeding their efforts.

High above was an ember of black and blue. Two bodies in the sky reaching by, each second plodding, waiting, until in that fleeting moment - the sun finally kissed the moon.

Its true what you hear.

The best part of an eclipse is blinding.

*end*