Lois felt safer than she had since she'd be here, and everything that had been bothering her, overwhelming her, seemed to melt away. He was here, and so alive, and that was all that mattered.
She sighed softly as he pulled back, and as she looked into those beautiful eyes, those eyes she'd missed so terribly, she actually managed a smile, for what seemed to be the first time in weeks. "I still can't believe you're here... This all seems like one... really wonderful dream. Might have to pinch me." She raised her hands to touch his chest, her hands sliding over the big S. She let out a soft little laugh suddenly. "And I should probably run to the mall tonight... Superman might have came with clothes, but I highly doubt Clark Kent did."
One hand moved upward then, her fingers brushing over his jaw. She could recall that, three months ago, there had been an enormous cut running the length of it, an injury caused by Doomsday's bony knuckles. There was now absolutely no trace of it, nothing left behind to tell the story. In a way, it amazed her, though she knew it probably shouldn't.
She was quiet as she studied him now, her eyes sliding over his face. She didn't say anything for a long while, until three little words popped out. "I love you..." she whispered, and remembered that she hadn't had the chance to tell him before he'd gave his life to save the world. Maybe now was her time to make it up to him.