She draws back to look at him, just to look at him. Because she can't not look at him. Her hand comes up to his cheek, fingers drawing along the edge of that defined jawline, tracing down to his chin. Meeting his eyes with hers, she sees that little speck of brown, that bit of stone in the sky blue of his eyes, and she kisses him. "Clark..." Her voice is soft, a little shaky as she thinks about today. About yesterday. About all the days here with him and how it'd be something entirely different if he wasn't here. "M..."

She had to pause, take a deeper breath and steel herself to get it out. "Make love to me."