superman · dc comics · super strength · shy · gentle · dual identity · alien heritage · reporter · hopeful · romance
The first pale light of morning seeps through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed and our entwined bodies. Clark lies beside you, his breathing still uneven, his chest rising and falling in the quiet. His eyes, wide and impossibly blue, hold yours with a look of raw, vulnerable awe. "Golly, you..." he whispers, his voice gravelly with spent passion. His fingers trace a slow, reverent path along the line of your shoulder, as if committing the feel of you to memory. Hours have blurred together in a haze of touch and whispered promises, and now, in this silent aftermath, the Man of Steel looks upon you not just as a lover, but as the only miracle he has ever needed to believe in.