The taste of lips on mine and the air he breathed into me.
Awww poor, frantic Clark.
Only when he scooped me, not without discernible effort, into his arms and turned to stumble down stairs that were half melted away did I begin to put all the pieces together.
Oh dear.
The interior of Steelworks was a mess of untamed flames, smoldering embers, melted metal wherever the liquid steel had hit, and smoke that tainted every breath save the ones Clark had given me.
Oh dear. Oh dear
A trembling gasp escaped him and he shuddered away from my touch, but not before I felt strips of cloth and liquid as warm as his body, sticky, clammy, and not yet dried.
Blood.
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear.
"Stay with me?"
"Hold me?"
"Love me?"
Awwwwwwwww
"I wish I could be Superman for you. I...I know you love him. But..."
Michael