The confusion wars with the pleasure, her body so attuned to his now that she automatically adjusts and bucks up to meet his hips, most of her brain and senses taken over by the sheer wonder of being in his arms. And she knows it will always be like that. But that tiny part of her fights back, denying her the mindless sensations that Clark has always driven her to, and makes her utterly aware of how everything feels. Physically and emotionally.

Allowing the tears free access to the entirely of her face and neck.