October 31st, Saturday. 11:07 am.

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My fingers drummed against the warm ceramic of the mug Superman had given me. My mind kept going back to his smile and the way his voice said my name. No, stop it, Annie. Don't get swept up in his good looks like every other female on the planet. A dull thud echoed and I looked around to see what had caused it, but chalked it up to be my TV, it was at a low roar and some cop show was playing. Sighing, I looked around my living room. The table fit nicely with the rest of my decor and as I set my mug onto it I caught sight of something on my balcony.

I pushed through the waving blinds I came face to face with Superman.

"What-what are you doing here?" I balked quickly glancing around at the surrounding balconies, "Did anyone see you?" I asked grabbing his hand to pull him inside.

I closed the doors and pulled my blinds shut before turning to the man in red and blue, who was watching me with a smirk.

"Did anyone see you?" I asked again.

"I don't think so,"

"Someone probably saw you. Someone always sees you," I sighed, leaning against the doors.

"Are you alright?" He asked concern and worry filled his voice.

"Yeah, it's just after the interview on Wednesday Perry had to give me the rest of the week off because of all the attention," I explained sitting back down on my couch.

"Attention?" Superman asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah," I clicked on the TV and flipped to E!News.

"-So who exactly is this mystery woman that has our savior in blue blushing as red as his cape? And what is the nature of their relationship?" A woman asked as the footage of our interview popped onscreen," Annie Westmore is a thirty-two-year-old junior reporter who works at the Daily Planet a-,"

I paused the tv and turned to him. He was studying the footage of himself and the apparent blush on his cheeks.

"My email was flooded with a hundred requests to talk to me. Some fans of yours didn't like the interview too much and sent death threats. There were even throngs of paparazzi waiting for me outside the Planet," I told him.

He had looked at me when I mentioned the death threats, and I couldn't read his face too well, but his lips and jaw were tight.

"I'm sorry this is happening. I should have watched how I spoke on air," Superman cracked a smile, "Shouldn't have flirted so obviously,"

I smiled, a blush creeping up my neck, "Um, uh, why did you come by?"

I needed to put some distance between us and stood up; Superman watched me from the other end of the couch with an amused look on his face. I managed to get to the kitchen and rummage through the fridge to act like I was getting water, but I was trying to cool my heated skin.

"Would you like some water?" I asked.

"I can get that myself," his voice was close behind me, and I jumped, spinning to see him standing before me.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I forget how light on my feet I am, sometimes,"

"It's okay," I held a bottle of water to him, "Water?"

"Thank you," he took the bottle from my hold, and our fingers brushed against each other. My eyes snapped to his, and he looked back with such an intensity that it seemed like the world had stilled.

Everything in the background melted into nothing as I stared at his face. His brows were dark and strong above his impossible blue eyes. A high nose arch and high dome like cheekbones that accentuated his defined jaw were burning into my memory. My eyes trailed to his lips. Full and upturned at the corners above a dimpled chin. His neck was muscular and I could see his pulse beating fast. A few wisps of chest hair peaked from under his suit.

Suddenly, he took a step forward. Our hands were still grasping opposite ends of the water bottle, and I could hear my heart hammering in my chest and my blood rushing to my head as he pulled the bottle from my grasp.

My eyes were transfixed on his as he placed the water on the counter behind me. My eyes settled on his neck and the dark color of his hair as he leaned back to look at me, his body hadn't moved away but gotten closer. Barely an inch was between his strong warm hands and us as he rested them lightly on my hips. I could feel the cold sensation through my pajama shorts as a hand left my hip.

I had, in my shocked and accepting mindset, shifted closer to him, my arms resting on his, my hands ghosting over the forearms of his suit, beneath my fingertips I could feel his muscles move as he brought his hand to cup my face.

In just a moment he pulled me to him, closing the distance as our lips pressed together. Softly at first, it was a tentative light, airy kiss that sent my mind reeling and my core pulsing. His long eyelashes flitted against my cheek as I moved closer into him deepening the kiss.

My grip on his arms tightened and so did his on my hips. I wanted to melt and float away when I felt his tongue slide along my lower lip. We were both hungrier for each other now, and I gasped against his lips when a strong leg slipped between mine, and his hand pressed hard against my back, while his other hand hiked my leg around his hip.

Everything was moving so fast, and I wasn't prepared for his sudden shift, but soon enough he had me in his arms, my legs wrapped securely around his hips, and he was walking away from the kitchen. My hands cupped his face as my fingers laced through his hair, scratching at his scalp.

With a quick move of his head, his lips had trailed to my jaw and slipped to my neck. I bit my lip tightened my legs around his hips, rocking into him. He grunted, and I pulled his lips back to mine. Our intense kissing slowed a bit as he began to slow down his walk and he pressed his forehead to mine.

"Annie," he breathed. His voice was deep and breathy, and my eyes fluttered open to stare into his.

"Yes," I gasped. I needed to catch my breath; his lips were soft and eager and addicting.

"Is this alright?" He asked, his voice light as he spoke.

I surveyed the background, and as it began to unblur, I took in the plants hanging by my window and realized we were in my bedroom. I could feel my blankets beneath me, and I looked down at our bodies pressed together. Superman was laying over me, supporting his weight with his arms and one leg of mine was pressed between his while the other was pressed against his hip.

His cape, dark red, soft and huge was splayed over us. Superman began to shift away, and I gripped his shoulders causing him to look down at me, smiling.

"I didn't say no," I whispered into his ear as he leaned into my neck.

"You didn't say yes either," he breathed into my neck, and a pure sensation vibrated down my spine.

Superman pulled back and our noses brushed together, I was trying to capture his lips, but he kept moving them just out of reach until I moaned a yes, did he kiss me.

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October 31st, Saturday. 4:52 pm.
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Sheets tucked securely under my arms as I tossed him a fortune cookie. We had ordered Chinese food an hour ago and haven't left our spot in the living room. Sheets pulled around our bodies, his hung loosely and low on his hips as he leaned against the couch opening the plastic easily.

"What does it say?" I wondered as he looked at the small piece of paper.

"The fact that others are bad does not imply that you are good,"

I stared at him biting my lip, "You know this trial doesn't mean you aren't good, right?"

His eyes shot to me, "The people say otherwise,"

"Only because they're scared. So many things happened that day, you can't save everyone," I told him.

"It's what's expected of me,"

"It shouldn't be,"

His brows furrowed and he closed his eyes in frustration, "There is one question I don't know how to answer," his eyes opened, and he looked at me, "How do I choose who to save,"

My heart beat fast as I watched his face harden, "I listen and go to where my mind settles first. It's as simple as that and I know it's an answer they won't accept, they'll see it as me choosing who lives and dies...but I have ignored a cry for help," he glanced at me.

"When?"

"You were stuck in the elevator. I couldn't let your panic in there. I could hear your heart beating faster and faster, hear your gasps of fear-,"

I crossed the pile of cold Chinese food boxes and wrapped my arms around his neck. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.

"Don't let them get under your skin," I spoke into his shoulder as he tightened his hold.

"They already have,"

With a scrunched brow and a retort ready I pulled back but stopped at the look on his face.

"What?" I asked leaning back, "Do you have to go?"

"Yeah, fire in Brooklyn,"

I stood up and helped him to his feet. He held the sheets around his waist, and I watched him walk into my bedroom. Sighing, I slumped against the couch sloshing the wonton soup with the discarded spoon.

Moments later he appeared, dressed and hair perfectly laid. I smiled up at him.

"I'll see you later?" I asked trying not to sound clingy, but nonchalant.

Superman crossed the distance between us and kissed me. The fingers holding my sheet had almost dropped the fabric with how breathtaking the kiss was. I quickly retightened them when he pulled away.

"Of course," he gave one last peck and walked to the balcony doors.

I watched Superman fly away into the evening with a smile so large on my face I thought my cheeks would split.

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October 31st, Saturday. 8:35 pm.
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My laundry was finally out of the dryer and I began to fit my sheets back onto my bed when the news recapped Superman's rescue. I watched  the small tv on my bedroom wall with a furrowed brow as the news anchor insulted Superman. I bothered not to listen to it and switched to another channel where E!News was talking about the Benefit being hosted by Lex Luthor on Tuesday night.

My doorbell rang, and I dashed to catch it before the kids had left. With an orange bowl filled high with an assortment of candy, I opened the door.

The little girl a floor above me smiled brightly in her Bubbles costume, and a little boy in a Superman costume next to her boasted that he could fly away with my candy bowl.

"Now play fair. Superman doesn't steal," I warned.

"My Dad says he lets people die that's why I couldn't be him," Another small boy spoke up behind "Superman."

"And who are you tonight?" I asked ignoring his remark.

His blue eyes shined brightly behind his glasses, "I'm a scientist like Silas Stone!" He showed me his name tag that was a printed out photo of him with the S.T.A.R Labs logo and the name Silas Stone scribbled on it.

I smiled at them and offered them extra candy before watching them run off. Images of Clark and his glasses flashed in my mind as I leaned against the doorframe waiting for the next crowd of kids that had just turned down my hall.

My mind seemed to catch up with reality finally, and I gasped.

I had just cheated on Clark with Superman.

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