047. Defenseless

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Clark is used to the jabs about his broad, athletic shoulders and unusually tall stature for someone who seems so clumsy, introverted, simple.

Nothing's ever simple in his life.

Kara dances around him like a nebula-burst, exploding with color and fragrance and joy, and love — a steadfast, incandescent love that he admires about her, kissing her brow tenderly.

If he's an asteroid, then she's a comet — a beautiful, glimmering steak against the night sky.

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DC Comics isn't mine. I'm so soft for them. I really am. Right now,,,, it's good to have some fluff. Thanks for the read and any thoughts/comments are deeply appreciated!