Nothing has changed, nothing ever changes in Kansas.

I take a deep breath and turn back inside, stiffening slightly as the curtains ruffle with an unexpected breeze.

And I know that she is here, standing on my balcony. I can sense her, smell her, almost taste her.

I sigh and turn to the window, her name is on the tip of my tongue- but, I can’t bear to even say it. Hudson.

I cross over to the balcony and I brush back the curtain to see her, the bright colors of her costume overshadowing the dark circles under her eyes and the tears pooling in her eyes.

My heart instantly aches for her. Fuck. How can she still manage to make me feel like this, after she left me?

“Why are you here?” I question harshly, immediately hating my words but not able to control the anger that still lies between us. “Don’t you have someone to save?”

“Don’t.” She whispers her voice low and raw, full of emotion that she usually keeps hidden.

“Don’t what?” I snap. “You just suddenly appear on my balcony and you expect me to open my arms up to you?”

She sniffs and shakes her head, the light catching on her tears- my heart aches and all I want to do is to reach out and brush away her tears. I hate to see her cry, even now.

“Why are you here?” I question once more, slightly softer.

“Louis and I,” she begins her hands shaking even more as she crosses over to me and I let her wrap her arms around me.

Oh, god.

It feels so good to have her here with me. It’s almost like she never left.

Almost.

Her soft hair brushes against my neck as she tucks her head against my chest, her body shuddering against mine as her tears increase.

“What happened?” I question as I run my hand over her hair, fingering her long strands.

“It’s final,” She whispers twisting her long fingers around the buttons of my shirt. “My divorce.”

“Divorce?” I reply slightly shocked as I pull away and lift her chin to gaze into her eyes. “Why? I thought he was everything you wanted- everything I couldn’t be.”

“He wasn’t you-” she sniffs, staring up at me with those wide eyes.

“Fuck Hudson,” I groan, pushing her away. “Naturally. You claimed you didn’t want me- I was bad news and up to no good. Those were your words, not mine.”

“Lex.” She whispers, tears falling down her face. “Please.”

“Please what?” I groan. “I can’t pretend that nothing happened. Why now? Why me?”

“Louis left me because I’m inadequate,” she sniffs reaching over to touch my shirt once more, her fingers scraping at my skin, making me remember.

“Inadequate?” I scoff. “You are fucking Superwoman, what more could he want?”

“A baby,” she sighs as she clutches her abdomen. “Apparently I can’t have children.”

“A baby?” I gasp, trying to piece everything together. “And who would know that?” I inquire harshly. “We know nothing about your species- you may have different cycles then Earth women.”

“We tried for two years,” she protests, wiping away her tears. “Louis checked out fine and from what I know- I should be able to, but I can’t.”

“Funny, I never thought you wanted children.” I laugh harshly turning away from her. “Who would watch the baby while you are out saving the world?”

“Fuck you Luthor.” She growls and for an instant we are back to our old ways. I know this part, I’ve come to live with it.

“Oh, didn’t think that far in advance?” I inquire as I turn back to her, only to see her wrapping her arms around herself, gazing at the ground. So fucking helpless and uncharacteristic for Superwoman- but, so much like the girl I fell in love with.

“It was a chance to be normal- to be like my mother,” she whispers looking up at me with those eyes.

Fuck.

“What does this have to do with me?” I question, dying to know why she is here with me, after so long.

There’s a long silence as she continues to study me. She raises her hand and pushes back the hair in front of her eyes.

“You haven’t told anyone about me,” she begins, crossing over to me and reaching out a hand to me. I nod in agreement and she continues. “You haven’t killed me, even though you seem to try your hardest to do so. Do you still love me?”

I pull away from her, my heart screaming yes. “You lied to me, you hurt me.”

“But, do you still love me?” she whispers running her hand against my chest and I feel the sparks running through my body.

“No,” I whisper closing my eyes in response.

“Liar.” She groans as her hands continue to roam over my body and I can’t help but lean into her touch. Her hand grazing against my crotch. “Your body betrays you.”

“My body remembers only the good times.” I reply dryly as I gather all my self control and push her hands away. “But, I also remember the bad times.”

“I want you Lex,” She whispers reaching out to me. “I was young and naïve, I thought I knew the world.” Her hands touch the side of my face and I sigh, “I was wrong.”

“You no longer consider me your enemy?” I question as her hand gently caresses my face.

“Love and hate are very strong emotions, you have to hate in order to love.” She replies softly as her hand sneaks under my shirt.

I use the last bit of my resolve and push her hands away. “You should go before you regret doing something.” I growl as I turn away.

“You don’t love me anymore,” she exhales slowly and with a quick breeze she is gone.

Fuck.

I run my hand over my face, feeling the low groan escape my lips. “I’ll never stop loving you.” I whisper and make my way back inside.

“I love you too,” she whispers into my ear and I turn around quickly to find nothing. My heart beating rapidly as I feel her hand against my cheek, but I can’t see anything.

“Hudson?” I drawl trying to regain my senses. I’ve finally lost it.

“Tell me you want me,” I hear her voice once more and I glance around my empty room. My heart aches, I can’t deny her anymore. I need her.

“I want yo-” I manage to say before she has me on top of my bed, naked. “Amazing.” I whisper in awe as she finally appears as if by magic, her beautiful naked body hovering over me.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers against my lips as she straddles my body.

“Oh, Hudson.” I sigh as I reach out to touch her, finally letting her back into my life. “I’ve missed you-”

“Prove it,” she groans as she leans down and kisses me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight against my body, deepening our kiss- tasting the bittersweetness known only as her.

“Anything,” I mumble against her lips as I flip us over and she is laying supine under me. “So gorgeous.” I purr as begin kissing a trail down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before I head down.

“Lex,” she pants and my heart skips a beat. Oh, how I’ve missed her. I continue my ministrations, my tongue tracing around her a nipple. “Please, I need you.” She begs as her hand wraps around my growing erection, pumping me slowly.

“Fuck.” I groan as I dig my fingers into her sides, my hips thrusting into her hand.

“Now.” She commands her hips pressing up against me and I slip my fingers in-between her legs, she’s hot and dripping for me. “Lex!” She gasps as her fingers dig into my arms and I position myself to enter her.

“Hudson.” I moan as I push into her, burying myself deep into her and I pause. She’s so hot, so tight. It feels like I’ve come home.

In my wildest dreams, I’ve never imagined it be like this.

Our lovemaking is slow at first, taking time for us to remember what has passed and then we give in to our passion. The raw intensity of love that we share, the deeper connection that we tried to ignore.

After tonight, I can never let her go.

~A few years later~

I gaze into my son’s eyes- so blue, so innocent. “Alexander Clark,” I purr as I hold him close to my chest; a perfect creation of two individuals that spent far too long apart.

“How are my boys doing?” Hudson questions as she walks over to us, her white nightgown flowing around her. My angel.

My salvation.

“Never better,” I smile as I reach out and take her outstretched hand. She reaches down and trails her fingers over our son’s face, before leaning in to kiss my waiting lips.

So perfect, like a dream. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.

To us.

The End.