I dream about it every night. We're surging through the air faster than I can catch my breath, and I start to laugh as I feel wetness cling to my eyelashes. The air is cool and his lips are warm as they claim mine, and we're still flying. Flying.
It's never anything less than transcendent, so elusive and incredible that it aches, I feel it through and through. I never imagined I'd feel this way, that I'd have the opportunity.
Clark is everything, everything I have to protect. He's what I was put on this earth for.