#busted!

The ringtone of an incoming message tears your eyes away from work.

I miss you :(

You smile and shake your head slightly at your boyfriend before telling him how he saw you not even a whole hour ago.

You softly chuckle as you read his next message.

I knowww but stilll :( I can’t help my heart 😞💔

A finger traces your lips as you think about what to text back.

You glance back at the paperwork on your desk and your half-typed article on your computer.

I mean I could use a break You think.

meet me in the storage closet in 5 ;)

You walk out of your office and spy Clark looking up at you under his curls.

You smile at him with a little wave and he’s beaming.

A boyish grin spreads across his face and he waves back.

You look down and suppress your smile from widening to avoid any suspicion.

You wait patiently for him in the closet and almost have a heart attack every time someone walks by.

You’re thinking, maybe this was a bad idea, but it’s all swept under the rug when you come across your superstar boyfriend.

He’s all smiles as he shuts the door without turning around and puts a wet floor sign under the handle as a makeshift lock.

“Smart.” You comment as you eye the glaringly yellow sign.

He nods, a half-eaten doughnut wrapped in a napkin in his hand. “Saved you half.” He preens.

People really love those goddamn doughnuts so for him to save you half of one is an accomplishment in itself.

Even with the few crumbs and sprinkles dotted along his mouth, he’s still so cute.

“You’re so cute.” You think out loud.

Heat crawls up his neck and blooms across his cheeks and you could scream.

Instead, you take the doughnut and set it aside, dusting the remnants of the treat off his skin.

“What are you—?”

His lips are silenced by yours and your back relaxes against the wall.

His hands doubtfully raise yet they stay at his side in the air, like he’s unsure of what to do with them.

You realize the lack of feeling you’re expecting to feel around your hips and waist and break apart to find him out of it.

His glassy eyes blink themselves awake and you go back to kissing him, all sweet and soft and slow.

This time, your hands blindly reach for his and you set them on your hips.

Your spine straightens when you feel his fingers flex across the curvy plane.

His sugary lips are addicting, moving in tandem with yours.

Clark’s thumbs softly rub against the sliver of skin exposed on your hips and your heart pounds at the contact.

He pulls back, a dazed look in his eyes and lips all glossy from yours. “Are you okay?” He murmurs.

You softly pant, a confused look on your face. “Yeah, why?”

“Your heart…”

You smile shyly, your teeth biting your bottom lip and pulling them in.

Clark subconsciously pulls them out with his thumb and your heart is doing a lot more than thumping.

You watch as his wonderful, big, blue eyes hone in on your buzzing lips.

You think he could see the blood rushing through them.

“Clark?” You call out to him.

“Hm?” He has half a mind to give some sort of sign he heard you but it is your fault he’s not all the way here.

You’ll gladly take the blame if it means to see him this way.

You blink and inhale to say something but you deem it unimportant as he makes contact with your lips once more.

He’s softer now, more tender and deliberate. Clark kisses you calmly, like he has all the time in the world to.

The hold his large hands have on your hips feels like protection, like he’s holding something sacred (you are to him).

Your arms hook behind his neck and he’s impossibly closer, you can feel his warm chest.

You pull away with a smile and giggle breathily as he chases your sweet and pretty mouth.

“Clark.” You laugh.

He smiles and his eyes look so kind. “What?” He asks warmly.

You try to catch your breath with him admiring at you. “They’re going to notice if we’re gone for too long.”

He clicks his tongue in realization. “Ah.”

You watch him bob his head up and down as he looks down at his hands still holding you.

He looks to be deep in thought and you don’t want him to share the burden alone.

You tilt your head down and catch his eyes, they immediately soften. “Share with the rest of the class.” You smile prettily.

Clark touches your hair and finds himself taken with it. The color, the texture, the smell. “I think we should tell them.”

Way to drop a bomb like that, Clark!

He can see the gears in your head turning and shifting, trying to figure out what to say.

Consider him delighted when you agree, instead of dismissing the notion.

“Okay.”

“Really?” His eyes are all bright and starry, filled with hope you’d be too cruel to snuff out.

You know he never made you feel bad for hiding this relationship, you both have to be comfortable with coming out as a couple.

But you did die a little inside every time he was asked about going home to ‘someone special’, to which he’d glance at you before saying ‘no’.

Clark was patient, reassuring, and such a man about keeping your relationship status under wraps.

It’s only fair if you give back to him being so understanding.

“Yeah.” You nod. “I think I’m ready for them to know about us.”

Lois and Jimmy were the exceptions to this policy, but everyone else wasn’t. Especially your boss. He hated slacking off, and if the cause of that was an at-work relationship? Forget it, you’re cooked. Grilled, even. Roasted, charred, barbecued, you name it.

With heartfelt words of encouragement from your optimistic boyfriend and a deep breath, you were ready.

“We’re dating.” You and Clark reveal at the same time.

Perry looks back and forth between you and Clark. He then takes the cigar from his mouth and dabs the butt of it into the ashtray.

He’s silent while he moves and you’re starting to feel yourself grow more and more nervous.

He leans back in his chair and stares at you again. “You came into my office to tell me something I already know?”

Your eyebrows shoot up and Clark’s jaw drops.

Perry is bored at the collective reaction of shock. “You’re not exactly subtle.” He says, so clearly unimpressed.

As you and Clark leave his office with a warning to not let this relationship affect you professionally, you both wonder just how many other people know.

Lois and Jimmy seem to have the answer to that.

“Well, let’s see. Cat's intuitive, Steve bet on it so he definitely knows.” Lois lists the people on her fingers.

“Eve asked me when you guys would ‘just make it official already’.” Jimmy adds with air quotes around his girlfriend’s words.

Your boyfriend stares at him in disbelief while shaking his head.

“Wait a minute, you’re still going out with her?” You ask, incredulous.

Jimmy nods and shows his computer’s wallpaper which is a cute selfie of the unusual pair.

“Huh.” You say in mild astonishment at the very public display.

Jimmy’s sort of a… ladies man but he seems pretty interested in Eve. Good on him.

“Basically, everyone but you two knew.” Lois says with a pat on your shoulder.

There’s a part of you that feels relieved with knowing you and Clark are endgame to so many people.