clark kent who lets you sit on his lap as he work on a new article in your shared apartmentβhe would place soft kisses on the top of your head while you traced little shapes on his chest with your fingertips.
itβs a comfortable silence. his warmth, and his familiar scent always making you feel safe. at home.
clark does feel the same with you. he loves the way you look at him with such adoration, as if he is the most important person in your life. the way you pepper him with kissesβalong his jaw, his neck.
he loves the way you playfully nuzzle your noses together, leaving the two of you giggling like lovestruck teenagers.
he appreciates how you take your time cleaning his glasses when they get smudged, and how you place them back on him again. your fingers lightly brushing his face. so soft. so gentle.
he loves when you sit on his lap, fiddling with the buttons of his shirt as you hum your favorite song until you drift off to sleep.
and clark kentβyour ever devoted and sweet lover, would never wish for anything more than to stay like this with you forever in his arms.
