The Dreams of the Pure-Hearted (Clark/Diana Drabbles) by Emily Feist
Part Nine: A Long Time Ago...
Everyone thinks that nothing happened between us
during those thousand years in Asgarad.
For a long time, nothing did happen,
Then one day something did.
He was in my tent laying on the ground.
I was leaning over him cleaning his chest wound.
His hands stroked my hair.
"I am only a man," he said with his eyes focused on my lips.
I took in a breath.
"I've always belonged to you, and you've always belonged to me. It is time to accept these gifts," he said as he placed a hand over my heart.
Later, he was holding me softly against his chest
as he continued to run his hands through my locks.
