Every whimper, every roll of her hips, every caress of her fingers add up to one thing; how much she loves this man. It doesnt matter anymore that she had to wait for him to outgrow Lana, or make the decision to find out more about his people, or undergo the training that forged him into the man he is now.

Her Clark is still there, the young man who once made a drink for her, and later stole her heart. It is with this thought that Eirene tosses herself into the tornado, and doesnt find herself again until a long time later.

When she is once more shuddering almost violently underneath him, his names, both of them, whispered like a prayer.