Where Clark sees Kara as a woman.

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He watches her stomach go up and down briefly, and then takes a glance at her chest as it is going up and down. Probably to control the pain through her breathing but taking that second glance he feels his face get hot. Of course the chest and abdomen would be the only parts moving and causing a distraction, she kept her arms pretty still and didn't say much of anything as he worked. In his mind, probably just waiting for it all to be over.

Taking the last piece out from her toned abs he places it into the bowl that looks like smashed green jell-o. He bites his bottom lip and gives her a glance over to be sure he's got it all, as of right now the sun has mostly gone down so she won't be getting any quick recovery from it all. It'll be a gradual healing through the night, as his eyes flicker over and see that all the cuts and holes are sealing up he finally takes in her nicely toned body. From the sculpt of her biceps and forearms, around to her upper body, the very plain bra that is hugging her down to the six pack that he can't help but admire. Physically she is very attractive, right down to her dark blue eyes that look, he realizes she is looking right at him and he feels his face grow hotter at the embarrassment. Quite obvious he had been looking at his once older cousin, now younger cousin whom is lying on his couch in a bra, skirt and boots.

Feeling more uncomfortable by the second as he can feel her gaze on him, more than likely confirming a question in her mind as to what he had done unintentionally. He stands up to take the bowl away, leaving it in a special bin that was designed for Kryptonite, after all his fights with Lex he'd learned to have his own things on hand after fights.

Kara had been watching him off and on, she had to stop watching and just know that he was doing his job, helping her and trust him. The less amount of time of having those stones beneath her skin the better and already she is feeling much better, no longer so strained. At the end when waiting to hear from him to give her the go ahead, she watched his eyes. Traveling along her body, not in a hungry way, but maybe fascinated at first and then she felt she saw something more; admiration and then attraction. It was just awkward, as though he'd just taken in the fact that she's no longer a teenager and now a full grown woman.

Sitting up Kara grabs up her suit and he returns back from putting the Kryptonite away and gives her a button up, "I uh… thought you might feel… you know, more comfortable. I know that girls can tie these tops to make them fit better, and with your suit… yeah," he says clearly getting more uncomfortable as he continues on. He knows she doesn't need the explanation but he continued to ramble on, in his mind trying to picture the bra as a bikini top so it wouldn't feel as weird. You're a friggen adult! Snap out of it! He hands the top to her and Kara pulls it on once the top part of her suit has been set down.

"Clark," Kara says and he turns to face her, his right hand on the back of his neck, "I… saw," she says it lightly as while trying to add it up in her own mind. "I'm an adult and-"

"I-I know, I'm sorry, your my cousin and sudden when I took in… yeah," he feels like he is going to start rambling on even more again. "I'll just… oh are you hungry?" he heads for his kitchen to sift through the fridge, presently he is drawing a blank on everything he's had in the last few days. He stops again and turns to her, "I was afraid of how long it would take to get you to the DEO, to have your normal doctors take care of you, put you under their solar lamps… how long I'd be able to fly you before the Kryptonite would drag me down. I knew I couldn't take you to the hospital… and I knew I had to get every single one out or risk you having one embedded and me panicking and searching and when it came to having to see you," he stops himself. "I have seen girls at the beach, I'm seen poster girls in calendars' and to see you like that," he looks at her, no more rambling and being honest. "You are an attractive young woman and I'm sorry," he hangs his head unaware of the looks Kara was giving him and that she was ready to cut him off to tell him she understands to a degree. In a way try and make less of a deal about it and getting more frustrated about how he is thinking about it so much is unnerving her.

"Clark!" Kara has his head snap up, "I used to idolize you, when was a teenager I followed you in the news. But as I got older I wanted to be like you!" She points at his chest, "then Alex pointed out something I had a hard time accepting and I see it as clear as day."

Clark stares at her, wondering where this is going, not used to seeing this side of Kara.

"You dumped me off with the Danvers family to care for me, but did you come for my Birthday? Thanksgiving? Christmas? No, and that is what family does!" Kara takes a breath and Clark continues to watch and listen. "I get it," she looks a little defeated, "you had your own life, mid to late twenties when I came. But being I was the only blood relative you had I thought you'd try to reach out... but it wasn't until you came to National City that you asked me to tell you about our planet."

Kara sits down, "I was pumped, and I was finally spending time with the one person whom I looked up to since I was a teenager. I know you invited me to the Fortress of Solitude a few times but that was hard for me to actually go back to a piece of the world I once knew. The memories... but you hadn't put in an effort with anything else and that hurts."

She wants to fiddle with her glasses uncomfortably until she remembers they're not on her. "I know it is a two way street, but that is how I feel," she looks up at him, "that's why when you looked and now told me I know that personally, we don't know each other. Heck we didn't see one another grow into what each of us have become. We may be blood but for me we don't feel like family, and that's probably why you saw me the way you did… as another woman and not as your cousin," She stands up and moves to the window to look out to the city, she said a lot that has been on her chest and hopes she didn't go too far. She's done those enough with Alex.

Taking in what she just said, he has completely forgotten what he'd been rambling on about to realize what he has done with his relationship with Kara. Running his fingers through his hair he knows she is right, "I'm sorry," he looks at her, feeling deflated, he sighs and looks up at the now dark ceiling.

"Your right… I'm sorry," he looks at the back of her and walks to her slowly, placing a hand onto her shoulder. "I know that," he sighs sadly, Kara finally turns to him to look him in the eye, "no matter how many times I say I'm sorry it won't make up for what I've done… as ladies at my work have told me 'girls need to say what is going on or they'll get mad that the man can't read her mind'. In this case I was oblivious and take in the parts of you that I shouldn't have," he reaches his right hand up to caress her cheek in an effort to try to comfort. Not wanting her to run away.

Staring into her dark blue eyes, the way her blonde hair is resting on her shoulders, no longer an anger in her eyes but happy for the understanding. He hasn't treated her as family and now he feels what he shouldn't, the attraction to the young woman in front of him, he closes his eyes as he prepares to tell her and is ready to have her storm out on him because at this point he feels her fully deserves it.

Opening his eyes to look into her night sky eyes, "you are so beautiful Kara, inside and out… you've become an incredible, strong willed, determined woman and I missed it. Because of this I have… I am feeling the wrong feelings for you, and I know they're wrong," he watches her eyes, her face, any of her body reactions to tell him to bolt or that she'll bolt.

She is watching him, listening to what it is he is saying, because of how distant they were in growing up he sees her as another young woman. To be honest she didn't really know Clark, she only knew him from the infant he was on Krypton and what she saw as him as Superman. Who she is talking with right now and looking at isn't Superman, he is an adult, who works for the Daily Planet, she doesn't see Kal-El. Looking into his dark brown eyes, seeing a look of curiosity but she also does see he cares. Clark meant every word he said and heard what she had said to him. He sees her in a new light and now she sees him with fresh eyes as well, an adult who cares about her and who is presently looking at her with an interest in more.

Kara watches as he leans in a little close to her, not sure what his intentions are, so she watches his gaze intently. Clark is truly looking at her, she feels a pull with his eyes as the city lights dance in them and as he gets closer she feels warmth from the close proximity. She closes her eyes as his lips touch hers in a tentative kiss, she isn't sure what to make of this, but she instinctively reaches her right hand up to touch his jaw.

His lips are soft and warm, and he pulls away a few inches to look her in the eye, wondering what she'll do. Staring into his eyes, and taking into account that he just kissed her and she didn't slap him, but is rather enjoying him being this close with her, she looks into his eyes to watch him close the gap again and kiss her again. This time she feels more, his chest brushing against hers, not trying to push her, and she feels herself return the kiss and is surprised to find her left hand on his chest and right hand on the back of his neck. Fingers reaching into his hair.

Clark's other hand slipping around her to her lower back; he lets out a slow breath through his nose as he pulls away from her and looks back and forth at each of her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispers, Kara sees something different from him and looking down at his chest where her hand ought to be pinned between them she looks back at him. Looking over his handsome face she finally fully sees what he does.

"No…" Kara whispers back.

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