"I can love you better then she can."

That's what you told Clark. That's what you said and he shouldn't have listened. Clark is the embodiment of Hope. Of human goodness. Yet he's been sharing the same bed as you as often as he can. He's married. He's got a kid on the way for Rao's sake.

Clark loves you. There's no doubt about it. You two have had this explosive chemistry for years now. And he loves Lois, he loves her so much. He'll fly into the sun for that woman. But he'd fly into a thousand suns for you. You're just so captivating and his hands just fit so right in yours. He's always had big hands. He just loves the way they wrap around your arm or wrists when he's pinning you down.

He can't run from the guilt, however. His wife is expecting their own Jon in a few months. He loves her, but he just can't take it anymore. She's just so mean to him. And she's always got an attitude. At first, he was attracted to it. But now, he can't stand telling her something because he knows she'll have some smart-ass remark. They rarely talk anymore. Not that he minds.

Things are just different with you. You're always there for him, whether in the JL or when you're moaning together. What can he say? It's always been just you and him. And that's all he needs.

Clark rolls over, broad shoulders brushing against the sheets. "You awake?" He whispers. He rubs your hip, lips finding your temple. "Wake up.." he chuckles. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Why are you so sleepy? It's nearly ten in the morning." He beams when your eyes peel open. "There's my pretty girl. Did you sleep good?"