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'Okay, just a few more feet.'
Clark carefully guided his new fiance into position at the top of the hill.
Fiance.
He was still getting used to that.
Just a few paces away lay a picnic blanket, with an array of locally made foods spread out in baskets. He'd promised Lois he was going to show her all the best parts of Smallville, and he'd meant it.
The view had to come first though.
He had so many memories up here. The hilltop sat right in the farm's back fields, and had a stunning view. It had been his Dad's favourite spot. Clark would often find him up here, just watching the sunset, letting the peaceful scene wash away the busyness of the day.
He'd asked him once, 'Do you ever get tired of looking at that?'
'No, never have,' his Dad had confirmed. 'Guess I never will.'
As it turned out, neither had Clark.
'Come on Clark, can I open my eyes now?' Lois protested.
He grinned. The very fact he'd managed to convince Lois Lane to let him lead her, eyes closed, all the way up here, was a testament to how much she loved him.
But he knew she had her limits.
'Okay, open your eyes,' he said.
Then held his breath.
She gasped.
'Clark...' she said dreamily.
He exhaled. Joy washing through him. The sky was a watercolour of pink and yellow, the fading sun just peaking out from the horizon. A small flock of birds hovered overhead, dancing in a rhythmic formation as they glided across the landscape.
His timing had been perfect.
Lois turned, smiling broadly, twinkling eyes meeting his. He'd thought the view from up here was perfect. That nothing would ever beat it.
Turns out he was wrong.
Her beautiful face, illuminated by the warmth of the kansas sun, was much, much better.
'It's incredible,' she breathed, returning her gaze to the sky.
Clark moved closer, so that they were standing side by side. He slipped his hand into hers, and she gave it a welcoming squeeze. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, but somehow, it felt like words would ruin the moment. So he just closed his eyes, breathing in the familiar smells, feeling the soft breeze on his skin.
To his surprise, he felt lips press against his. Eyes fluttered open, flustered by the suddeness of her kiss, but he caught on quickly, returning the gesture with all the love he could give.
She pulled back, stroking his cheek softly.
'Thank you for bringing me here,' she whispered. Her eyes flitted towards the picnic blanket. 'Is that fresh bread?'
Clark laughed. 'And cheese. Cold cuts. Strawberries.'
'Ahhh, you are the BEST, I love you!' she exclaimed, already diving into the biggest hamper.
He shook his head, something he did a lot these days, like he was in a permanent state of disbelief he could be so lucky.
What more could he want in the world than to be right here, in his favourite place, with the most beautiful woman in the world.
And know that she loved him.