She felt tears springing to her eyes again as she looked at him, and she felt her heart flutter. It had been so long... too long.
"You make me happy, Clark." she whisper, a tear sliding down her pale cheek. "Only you. There's nothing in this world... or any other, for that matter... that I want or need right now, more than you. Well... except... I might want some coffee later. But that's later." She managed a small laugh, and a sweet smile. "All I want right now is for my big, strong, sweet, smart, wonderful fiance to hold me... and to love me. Those three months were the worst three months of my life... and I just want them to disappear." She moved closer, her face nearing his. When she spoke again, her voice had lowered, until it was barely audible for her, but probably still just right for him. "Clark... make love to me... please?"