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- kisses and pancakes
One of the many things you adore about Clark Kent is his ability to get flustered easily. He is not by any means shy: in your sensual moments he knows how to push your buttons and make you gasp. Choose his words correctly so that a faint blush adorns your cheeks as he steals away your very breath.
But, when you catch him off guard? When those eyes of his widen and his mouth falls open and shut because he doesn’t know how to react? A woman cannot help but feel satisfaction and even pride at bringing down a man like that to her mercy with one simple thing.
Clark Kent might be an extra terrestrial but he still is only but a man that is helplessly in love with his girlfriend. And, when said girlfriend walks into the kitchen wearing only her underwear and his white button up unbuttoned his brain short circuits for a minute or two.
The smell of pancake batter and vanilla extract broke you out of your sleepy daze. Lifting your head from the pillow, you took a deep breath and stretched your limbs. Your muscles thanked you for the relief after being immobile for so many hours. Well, you were very mobile for some hours which led to you getting some much needed rest.
Sitting up, you looked around for your night shirt when your eyes fell on Clark’s white button up thrown on the back of your chair. Smirking to yourself, you stood up and threw it on while making sure to button up the two in the middle.
“Next up: pancakes and hugs.” You hummed to yourself as you made your way to the kitchen.
“Thought I’d have to pry the blankets off of you.” Clark chuckled as he flipped the pancake before turning to face you and oh, was he a wonderful sight.
His hair was a beautiful disheveled mess of curls, his blue eyes brighter than ever and that smile so boyish you could feel yourself melt every time you saw it. Him being shirtless with only some sweats on almost made you forget your initial plan.
“Is that my shirt?” He asked breathlessly as he clumsily flipped the pancake before putting it on top of the rest on the plate.
'Is that a problem?” You smiled innocently up at him, walking towards him and cornering him against the kitchen counter (while also turning off the kitchen so you wouldn’t blow up the whole damn flat).
“No, uh-“ For a man that was definitely two times your size and could fight off galactic monsters, he fell so easily and willingly into your trap.
“I could take it off if you want.” You shrugged as your fingers went to unbutton the shirt. By the time the shirt was unbuttoned, Clark’s warm palms had found themselves on your waist.
“Keep it on, unbuttoned.” Clark whispered as he leaned down and captured your lips in a deep kiss, his hands wandering around and leaving behind a trail of warmth and desire. His touch was slow, without haste. It made you feel desired, worshipped.
“And here I thought we’d sit down and have breakfast.” Clark whispered as he made you wrap your legs around his waist, leading you back to your bedroom and gently laying you down.
“You wanna eat breakfast Smallville?” You grinned as the white shirt pooled around you, leaving you completely exposed to him.
“I prefer breakfast as dinner anyway. Plus-“ He paused as he leaned down to press a kiss on the valley of your breasts, making you arch your back so instinctively.
“I’ll always enjoy you more than any meal.” Clark whispered against your skin before leaning up and taking your breath away once more. His hands cupped your face as yours wrapped around his broad back.
You did in fact eat breakfast as dinner and it was more than enjoyable.
- a whole new world
“Clark, when I agreed to fly with you I, in fact, did not mean to reenact Aladdin’s a “Whole New World”’. You clung to your boyfriend as the two of you stood on the tallest building in the world.
“You’re always telling me how you’re an adrenaline junkie. What happened now?’” Superman teased you and had the audacity to laugh at your death glare. Thankfully, you did not have heat vision otherwise he would have been fried.
“Clark! I asked if you could fly us above our apartment. Not the tallest building in the fucking world- You better stop smiling like that!” You angrily rambled while digging your nails into his cape.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.” He hummed before letting the two of you fall, making you cling to him like a koala but somehow you did not close your eyes.
It was like a free fall but controlled and slower than an actual fall. You could feel the adrenaline in the pit of your stomach and through your veins. You could feel Clark’s warm cheek against your cold one and how his arms were secured around you.
Not once did you feel afraid. One thing you were sure about Clark Kent, is that he would never put you in harm’s way if he could help it.
The two of you touched a rooftop from a low level bar. Once your feet touched the ground, you could feel a slight tremble but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Plus, Clark was holding you so firmly that you were sure you would never fall.
“Did you quote the song before throwing us off?” You mumbled against his neck before leaning back, your hands still holding his forearms.
“Thought it’d be romantic.” Clark smiled as he brought you in closer, slightly lifting you up so you could be on eye level.
A giggle escaped you at the small movement, making Clark’s Kryptonian heart soar. It felt like your presence could alone substitute the yellow sun.
“You are so lucky I love you Prince Kal.” You sighed exasperated as you rested your forehead against his, bumping your nose against his.
“Luckiest prince alive.” He pecked your lips before bumping your nose once more.
A bunch of lovesick fools.
- Smallville evenings
Smallville is such a nice, very much needed, break from Metropolis. The farm, the peacefulness of nature, the simplicity of daily life and Martha Kent’s desire to have you eat every 2 hours because “you’re too busy in metropolis, you’re not eating right!”.
You also adore seeing Clark in his childhood home. It’s so heartwarming to witness him wearing his Pa’s clothes and walk barefoot in the garden.
Sleeping in his childhood bed is a bit uncomfortable but you know that he secretly adores having you as close as possible, even on top of him. You’re not complaining either if you’re being honest.
Smallville is always chilly, especially at nighttime, so burying your face in his neck or feeling his warmth as he spoons you makes the little girl within you giggle in delight.
You also enjoy helping the Kents with their chores around the farm. And by helping, you mean eating whatever Ma Kent has for the day while Clark does the heavy lifting. What kind of man would he be if he let his girlfriend help with the heavy lifting? His mother would give him the lecture of the year.
One of the highlights while you’re staying with the Kents is enjoying the sunset on the roof, a woolen blanket under you and Clark’s arms around you.
His lips often find your hairline as his fingers gently trace up and down on your thighs. There are moments of silence but you often talk about everything and nothing.
“Did I tell you about one of the new reporters that has the biggest crush on Jimmy?”
“So, what happened with your boss? Did she finally divorce her husband?”
“We should swing by that bagel place we had found shelter from the pouring rain that one afternoon. I heard they added new sweet combinations.”
“When can I see Krypto again?”
More often than not, you will fall asleep in Clark’s arms. His warmth, the smooth movement of his chest against your back and his low voice soothe you like no other tune. It’s impossible to not fall asleep when you feel so safe.
And every time you fall asleep, Clark will smile to himself and kiss your cheek as he picks you up carefully. He will walk into the bedroom and place you on his bed before lying down beside you.
Covering you with the blanket, he’ll whisper, “Good Night my Sun”, before closing his eyes and joining you in the world of dreams.
Yeah, days spent at Smallville are your favourite.