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The Dreams of the Pure-Hearted (Clark/Diana Drabbles) by Emily Feist
Part One: I Don't Get Cold...
I don't get cold but he puts his cape around my shoulders nonetheless.
We're outside of the Fortress enjoying the sunset.
It has started to snow.
He pulls me in closer.
We never talk during this time.
Words seem too much for such a sacred moment between night and day, between him and I.
There is a peace in this place.
This is the only time when he holds me as if I’m the only woman he has ever loved.
I can feel all the warmth of his body mixing with my own. There is nothing better than this feeling.
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