#clarkxreader

Luckily Mr. Kent had put in a good word for you, so you’d snag a job at a nearby hardware store and you were doing part time at another diner close by. Dean insisted that if you were in need of cash he could spot you some, but honestly, you wanted to do it on your own. 

When you were hunting by yourself, running from your brothers, it didn't feel like anything had changed. That lifestyle was painful, especially on your own. But now you have a little more stability, you’d like to maintain it.

You’ve managed to find a reasonably priced apartment that was actually pretty decent. You’re new found independence feels liberating. Maybe it’s the fact that for once you’re trying to build a home. Something you hadn’t had in years.

As hard as those days were, there were still some more tender memories. 

Like when Dean taught you how to drive, or when Sam would arm wrestle with you. 

Having your first beer, celebrating your first fourth of July. Dean had to be the father at times, and you knew it was difficult, especially since he was still a kid himself. He was stubborn, so were you. Maybe that’s why you’d butt heads so often.                     

But you know that regardless, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Smiling to yourself, you drop your bag, pulling out your phone. Typing quickly, you grin. The message is sent and you wait patiently for a reply. 

The flapping of wings is the next thing you hear and you jolt. 

Dean, Sam, Jack and Castiel are standing in front of you. Dean is holding a six pack of beer and what looks like a banner from his favorite football team. 

“Let’s start decorating!” 

You can’t help but laugh. 

“I texted you like a minute ago, how did you get that so fast?” 

“He’s been keeping it in the living room in hopes that you would call. He started hollering like it was a drill the second he got the text.” Sam informs. 

“Shut up Sammy!” 

Castiel looks as confused as always. 

“I don’t understand the need to place items around a living space.” 

“I think it’s awesome. What should we do first?” Jack asks, practically bouncing on his heels with that smile on his face. You expect nothing less. All you can do is appreciate all of it. 

“I’ve got a bunch of stuff in my room, come on Jack.” 

He follows happily, and Dean is already discussing where the banner should go. As you walk into your room, you head for the closet. You’ve been gathering items to make it more homey. Lana was gracious to give you some items she had at the Talon that were no longer being used. Mrs. Kent had even tossed in some extra things she had at her house. 

You direct Jack to grab a box, and you pull one that is tucked to the back. You’re looking for a particular medal that you’d gotten from one of the first schools that you had attended when you were younger. It was a cherished memory. 

Opening the box, you begin to shuffle through. It’s a few random things you didn’t even realize you still had. You’re positive you put it in there. 

Rummaging through, your eyes cast on the old cellphone at the bottom and you pause. Jack tilts his head at your distant expression. 

“What’s that?” 

His question brings you back, and you just offer a smile, shaking your head as you slide it into your pocket. 

“It’s just an old phone. Let’s check over here.”

You close the box, sliding it to the back as you continue your search. 

You go about the day as usual.

The minute you step back into the living room, Sam and Dean are wrestling for the remote. Castiel is holding the banner, unsure of where it needs to go. 

Both brothers roll off the couch with a thud, and you’re in stitches. Jack places his box down, laughing along with you. 

It’s nice, having them all in one place. 

Decorating might take a while. 

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“Boo, your team sucks!!” Dean shouts across the room. 

Sam just waves his hand, and Dean grins, getting comfortable as he reaches for another beer. 

Now that you’re both seated at the dining table, Dean pops the cap of his beer. Sam is on the couch with Castiel and Jack trying to explain the game of football that’s currently playing on the television. 

The ease of it all is more than you could have hoped for. The last thing you ever expected was to have a family again. At least a partially functional one. It’s been a while since you’ve all been in a space like this without some kind of crazy world altering event. The atmosphere is nice, and as you glance at Dean who’s smiling at his friends and family in the background, you swallow, fidgeting with your hands. 

“I never apologized.” 

Dean turns to you, curious.

“For leaving. I knew how hard it was when Sam left. I saw how much it hurt. Not just you, but dad. Then I did the same thing.” 

You reach into your pocket, pulling out the phone. The moment he sees, he must realize. You lower your head, because you know he remembers all the messages and calls he sent when you just disappeared. 

“(Y/N), pick up the phone. Are you okay?” 

“(Y/N), I’m serious, damn it! Answer your phone!

“Listen, you sure as hell better be dead, otherwise I'm gonna kill you myself!!” 

“Please, please just give me a sign that you’re alive. Please (Y/N).” 

He lowers his beer, and you can see the slight look of pain. There has been so much uncertainty in your life. So many things that you couldn’t control, that you wanted to run from. As bad as things were, there was one constant in your life, and it was that Dean would always be in your corner. 

“I’m sorry Dean. For everything.” 

You can’t truly look at him, you can’t hope to gauge what kind of expression he’s wearing. With a laugh, you just shake your head. 

“I forgot, you hate chick flick moments.” 

You stand, sliding your chair in and Dean does the same. You think he’s about to follow you over to join the boys, but he steps forward and pulls you right into his chest. Your hands are lifted a bit awkwardly from the sudden hug, and Sam looks over, smiling. 

“I love you (Y/N). Don’t you ever forget that.” 

Your eyes well up, and you reach over, hugging him back happily. 

“I love you too Dean, so much.” 

Your words are a bit muffled against his clothing, but you know he hears. He runs a hand down behind your head comfortingly. 

“Hey!! You guys threw a party and didn’t invite me!!” 

The familiar call of Gabriel breaks your focus and you pull away, wiping your eyes. 

“I told Dean to text you, I thought you were just busy.” 

Dean just looks off to the side. 

“Wow, that’s low.” Gabriel comments. 

It’s obvious Dean had in fact not texted him. 

“Don't think I forgot that nutcracker situation!! I could have lost my jewels!!” Dean complains. 

“At least you didn’t actually get hit.” Sam grimaces. 

“I think I was doing the world a favor. Not sure the world needs more moose.” 

Sam glares and pretty soon your calm evening has turned into a mini brawl. You’re laughing when Sam begins chasing Gabriel. 

“My angel blade is in my jacket pocket!!” Dean calls. 

As you listened to it, you picked up your purse before you made your way back out of your apartment. Starting your beat up pickup truck, you began driving to Tom’s house. It was 11:30pm. Tom was friends with your parents when they were still alive, which resulted in you and Arthur becoming best friends. He had been acting strange as of late, but you knew not to pressure him knowing he would tell you in his own time. 

The message that Tom had left you, made your heart beat more rapid. You spent most of the drive worrying about what could be wrong. When Arthur's mother died, it took a huge toll on him and his father. Your relationship was simply platonic, although many people thought you were together due to your closeness.

Flinging open the car door, you had barely put it in park before you jumped out of the truck.

“Tom?” You called frantically. “Tom?”

Your frantic feelings coming through when you knocked on the door. It was rapid and firm. 

“Tom!” You called again. “It’s Y/N! Open up!”

Still no answer. Fear began coursing through your veins. Letting out a sigh, you kicked the door open, debris flying. 

“Tom?” You called cautiously entering his house. An odd feeling overwhelming you.

Slowing entering the house further, you glanced around the house. Stepping through the threshold for the kitchen you saw him lying on the floor motionless.

“Tom!” You shrieked, quickly kneeling beside him. Pulling out your phone you were about to call 911, before you remembered it would be at least ten minutes before they got to you. Grabbing one of his arms you hoisted him up, getting him into the truck. Exceeding the normal speed limit, it was a few minutes before you arrived at the hospital. Hosting him up again, you trudged through the emergency room. 

“Someone please help!” You called. 

A group of nurses quickly surrounding you, taking Tom and placing him on a hospital bed.

Watching them take Tom into a room, you quickly made your way back to your truck parking it somewhere safe. Making your way back towards the ER, you pulled your phone out calling Arthur. 

It was only a matter of minutes before Arthur, Clark and Bruce, showed up at the ER.

“How’s he doing?” Arthur questioned handing you a cup of coffee.

Taking a sip of the coffee, you shrugged. “I don’t know. They haven’t come out with any updates yet.”

Glancing at the clock it read 1:30am.

“It only takes your father getting hurt for you to come by and see him.” You spat raising an eyebrow. 

“Y/N…”

Huffing you shook your head. “Save it. I’m not the one that you need to explain that to.”

Frowning he glanced at his shoes. “I...I…”

“I don’t care about your excuses, Arthur.” You snapped glaring at him. “Tom deserved better.” 

“He had you.” He reasoned. “You were there to take care of him.”

“That’s your justification for running away and leaving him?” Your voice filled with anger. Challenging him, you took steps forward stopping until you were mere inches apart. “What a pathetic excuse you have, Arthur.” 

A firm hand grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Arthur. “Simmer down here children.” A deep voice sounded.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat, heat coursing through your veins, rising in your cheeks. Your heart beating rapidly. The lights around the waiting room, bursting causing small embers to fall as the burst. The electric lines outdoors near the room doing the same.

Grounding yourself, your chest began rising and falling at a rapid pace. Glancing at the men before you, they were staring at you with widened eyes. Grabbing your purse, you swiftly making your way down the hall. As you made your way through the halls, it dawned on you that you were still in your waitress uniform.

“Y/N!” Arthur called behind you. 

Shaking your head, you didn’t care to stop. 

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A few months had gone by since you had last seen Arthur. It killed you everyday since then that you weren’t able to reconnect with your best friend, seeing as how close you were to rekindling the relationship. It had almost been like old times, him bringing you coffee, being your rock during a drastic time.

It was one of your rare days off, you were cleaning around your apartment. A firm knock echoed through your apartment, causing fear to wash over you. You weren’t expecting anyone to come over. 

Opening the door, you were face to face with one of the men from the night at the ER. 

“Y/N?” His deep voice questioned. “I’m a friend of Arthur’s. My name’s Bruce.” 

Allowing him in, you began brewing coffee for the both of you.

“What can I help you with Bruce?” You asked, leaning against the counter not meeting his gaze. 

“It’s about Arthur.” He began hope filling his voice.

Letting out a huff you shook your head. “I don’t know what you think I can help with.” You stated crossing your arms, sending a glare towards the man. “I’m not his keeper. Nor am I his friend.”

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After, Bruce left you with some food for thought, you began chewing on it. Arthur was one of your best friends, could you really just walk away from him? 

Bruce had offered you a spot in the Justice League seeing what you had done in the ER waiting room. Graciously you declined, not wanting to be involved with things you couldn’t handle.

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The news of Tom’s death was felt around the world. Holding a wake for him, you were filled with an anxious feeling. Anxiously waiting to see if Arthur came or not. Hours began to pass, as your hope began to felter. Letting out a sigh, everyone had come and gone leaving you with the duty of cleaning up the space and the trash.

“Am I too late?” Arthur’s voice rang through the hall. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes as relief washed over you. Turning around, you were surprised to see everyone in the Justice League standing beside him. 

“No.” You muttered, swiftly walking towards him. “Never too late.” You threw your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible towards you. The warmth of his hug, comforted you. 

“I’m sorry.” He muttered into your shoulder. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you both needed me. I’m sorry-”

Pulling away from him, you rested your hands on his biceps. “None of that.” You spoke in a firm tone. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” You smiled, gazing at each other.

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Arthur introduced you to the rest of the team. They were very understanding and welcoming towards you. 

“Let’s go to the bar.” Arthur spoke. 

Frowning, your gaze fell to the floor. “I...I don’t know.”

“I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N. Come on.”

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The night coming to a close, you were a little more tispy than you were used to. Clark had insisted he escort you home.

“Why’d you walk me home, Clark?” You asked curtly.

“I..I don’t know.” He frowned slightly, not expecting your question.

You hummed in response. “You’ve never talked to me yet somehow you are always around me.” Raising an eyebrow at him, you turned toward him slightly.

Letting up on him, the rest of the walk was in an awkward silence. 

Arriving at your building, you were facing each other. Rocking back and forth slightly, you gazed at the ground in front of you. 

“Do you want to come up?” 

“If you’re okay with that.” 

Giggling slightly, you nodded leading him upstairs. 

Changing into something more comfortable, you gazed at Clark in the middle of your living room still in a tux. Since meeting, you both had been prancing around your feelings between you for quite some-time. You failed to realize you were leaning against your doorframe, gawking at Clark.

“Like what you see?” He smirked, questioning in a teasing tone. 

You hummed in response, biting your bottom lip. Clark was in front of you in a split second. One of his hands resting comfortably on your hip while the other brought his thumb up to your lip, pulling it from your teeth. Gazing into your eyes, he slowly leaned forward nuzzling his nose against yours. His soft lips touching yours in hesitation. Bringing your hands up to his hair, they locked themselves behind his head holding him to you. His tongue darted out tracing the crevices of your lip before you allowed him into your mouth. Both of your tongues prodding and licking against each other. Taking in a sharp breath, he began leading you to your bed. Your knees hitting the edge of the bed before you pulled Clark onto your bed with you. Making himself comfortable above you. His soft lips trailing along the column of your throat earning a gasp from you when he began sucking and biting in his wake. 

“Guys!” Victor boomed walking into your apartment. 

“We know you’re here!” Barry spoke. 

“Figured we could do some team building!” Arthur added.

Letting out a sigh, Clark placed a chaste kiss to your lips before standing up, pulling you with him.

Stepping into the living room, the three men dropped their gazes to you.

“We weren’t interrupting something were we?” Arthur spoke in a gruff voice. 

Clearing your throat, you spoke. “No, not at all.” You shook your head.

“Umm.” Barry started. “Are you sure? Cause Clark has some lipstick on his face and collar-”

Victor elbowed him roughly, causing him to cough.

“What’re you guys doing here?” You asked, swiftly changing the subject. 

There was word about some weird occurrences, so Sam and Dean were quick to forge some documents and drop you off at the school. When it was discovered that the most recent attack was a boy who’d been affected by the meteor rocks, well it started to make a little sense. Especially when you realized he’d gained some aquatic powers and was now drowning his bullies. You thought it was a lot easier to take him down. Fortunately you weren’t the only one.

One Clark Kent had run to the rescue. 

After you’d seen him get thrown into the air with a wave the size of a small planet, well you thought you were done for. But like magic he appeared back at your side and blasted the expanse of water with what appeared to be heat vision. The entire mini tsunami had evaporated and your attacker John Felleck slipped out in a sizzling mess.

Reporting to the sheriff came next.

There were a lot of unanswered questions.

Like how was Clark able to do that and where the hell were your brothers!!

“Sorry kid, we got distracted. We were chasing the meteor rock lead. Turns out a lot of other crazy stuff has been happening around this place.”

Dean was grinning like an idiot as the cops pulled away with John. Sam was standing at the side and Clark seemed quite awkward and unnerved.

Now that it was just the four of you, there were a lot of questions.

“I guess it all turned out okay then.” Clark gave an awkward laugh and you just squinted.

“Are we really going to pretend that didn’t happen?”

He scratched his head and both of your brothers were waiting for an explanation.

“So…what’s with the lumberjack?” Sam asks.

Clark realized at that point that he couldn’t just brush it all off. So you all gathered in the rented house, as he explained everything.

Every single crazy detail.

“An alien!”

You were intrigued, surprised, a bit in disbelief.

Clark nodded.

“The rocks are from my planet. It’s how they got their powers.”

Your brain seemed to be downloading all the information. Sam smiled when he saw that look in your eye.

“You’re doing it again.” He commented. You just blushed, turning your head and Dean laughed.

“Since it all worked out, I think you better stick around for a while. Sammy and I are heading back to the bunker. There haven't been any world ending events, so we can all use the break.”

“Okay.”

Your immediate agreement made them raise a brow.

“Really, you’re not going to put up a fight?”

“Are you kidding me, do you know how much research I can cover here. He just told us aliens exist. I’m heading to the library to track everything.”

“Of course you are.” Dean mumbled as he stood. He gave you a pat on the shoulder.

“If you find anything crazy make sure to call us.”

“Yep, if I stumble on anything I’ll call Cas, or Gabriel.”

They both groaned at the mention of the archangel.

“Hey, just because you both don’t like him doesn’t mean I shouldn’t.”

“He turned Sammy into a car!!”

Dean had obviously still been holding a grudge. Sam rose with Dean, sending you a smile.

“Be careful.”

“You know I will.”

Dean’s eyes shifted in Clark’s direction.

“Look out for my sister, otherwise..”

Dean made a beheading gesture and you shoved him. He just shrugged.

“What, I was just kidding. Maybe.”

Rolling your eyes, you bid them goodbye.

The entire week had been quite hectic, but you knew you had your work cut out for you. When Dean’s car pulled out of the driveway, Clark walked a bit cautiously to your side. He kept looking at you, like he had something to say. Finally you turned to him.

“What’s wrong?”

He seemed a bit hesitant to speak, but he finally worked up the nerve.

“No one knows, aside from my parents. I..”

He couldn’t finish the statement and you just nodded.

“I get it, it’s a secret. No one is going to hear from me. Promise.” You made a crossing sign and for the first time since the discovery, he actually smiled.

“Thanks.”

You grin.

“Sure, no problem. So uh, you think you can super speed me to the library, I wanna get a head start on my reading.”

The guests, well, the usual.

“Dean stop chugging the egg nog, we haven't even started the party yet!!”

Your yell made him carefully place the jug down with a grumble. Sam walks in holding a dish of lasagna to place on the dining table along with the rest of the food. It feels nice to finally have a place to celebrate it.

Clark has been in the kitchen with Sam, making sure nothing burns. Gabriel and Castiel are doing decorations. Jack is placing the gifts on the far end of the table and you’re trying to keep Dean far enough away from the alcohol until the part truly begins. There’s soft melodies playing in the background, and when you hear the song switch, Dean audibly groans as everyone begins to join in the main area. You run for the remote, raising the volume, and once the intro starts, they pile around as you start singing, much to Dean’s dismay.

I don't want a lot for Christmas,

There is just one thing I need.

I don't care about the presents

underneath the Christmas tree.

I just want you for my own,

more than you will ever know.

Make my wish come true!

All I want for Christmas is you.

Yeah!

Jack is bobbing his head to the song, Clark is smiling and you skate over to Dean, taking his hand as you begin dancing. His stumbled steps make everyone crack up, and you give him a little spin before you dash off so he can’t take his revenge.

You keep the remote in your grasp so he hears the entire song that you belt around the bunker as he chases you to get you to stop. Once it’s finally over, you toss him the remote with a giggle.

Now that most of the food is out, you know all Dean wants to do is eat.

“Where’s the pie!!”

“Sheesh, calm down, we would never forget the pie.” You explain.

There’s one dish that’s covered, and when you move to the table and remove the checkered cloth, his mouth practically waters.

“Oh, baby..”

He’s at your side in seconds, a fork in hand.

“Your obsession with pie is alarming.” You comment.

“You have your guilty pleasure, I have mine. Let’s eat!!”

There’s no more discussion. You all join at the table, taking a seat. The spread is great. You have corn, biscuits, turkey, ham, lasagna, and of course, pie. This is the first time you’re all celebrating like this, so the menu was just a smash of everyone’s desired dishes. It’s not as extravagant as some family gatherings, but for you, it’s more than enough. Everyone is smiling, or eating, or both, sharing a meal.

You have to admit you ever could have imagined you could be this happy. It feels unreal. When you feel a hand close over your own, you smile over at Clark. You’re happy that Clark’s family was able to spend their Christmas with Mrs. Kent’s side of the family. They were more than ecstatic to let him stay and you were grateful.

The day proceeds with lots of food and fun.

At some point a few of you are playing pin the tail on the donkey.

Dean is an instigator because he keeps yelling out instructions. You’d headed into the kitchen with Castiel and Gabriel to get some drinks. As your walking out Dean turns, pointing at the door frame.

“Ah! It’s tradition, stop right there!”

You all pause in place, confused. Gabriel looks up, then back down, sending a grin to Castiel. For a moment the poor angel looks lost, but then something registers in his eyes. You mean to question it, but both men lean in, pressing a kiss to either side of your cheek. You blush, because you've indeed stepped under the mistletoe.

“H-Hey!! No kissing my girlfriend!!” Clark protests.

They step away, and Gabriel is laughing as Clark walks over with a pout. Castiel just awkwardly shuffles away.

“Is that not the tradition?” Castiel asks in a whisper when he makes it to Dean’s side. Dean merely shakes his head with a laugh. Obviously Gabriel had intentionally placed mistletoe on any surface he could find.

Clark is now standing at your side. You smile, because his little jealous face is kind of cute. You intend to tease him, but he cups your cheeks, leaning in and planting a passionate kiss on your lips. You’re a bit stunned and Gabriel whistles.

Dean groans in disgust.

“Come on, no one wants to see that. Break it up!”

Clark pulls away after a few very heated seconds, and you’re just gaping. He looks satisfied.

“No one should be stealing kisses from you but me, okay.”

Y-Yes sir.”

Clark smiles, taking your hand as you follow behind in a daze.

The festivities continue, and as the day winds down, you find yourself in your room with Clark. You’re a bit tapped out, and Dean has no doubt had a good share of eggnog. Once you spot the gifts on the bed, you giggle.

“We were supposed to take these out to the table.”

In your haste you’d forgotten to put them where it was visibly for Jack. Unlike Dean, he actually respects your privacy and wouldn’t come barging in.

Since you’re both already here, you don’t see the harm in being a little naughty.

“I guess this is a sign that we should open our presents now.”

Clark smiles in agreement as you sit at the edge of the bed. The second you pick up the square box, you can see the way he’s eagerly waiting.

You laugh, ripping the paper off as you pull apart the wrappings. Once you get through the first layer, you see the white box. Lifting the top, your eyes move to the book in front of you, eyes practically gleaming.

“No way…”

Clark seemed really proud of himself and you had to agree it was incredible. The book in front of you was pretty rare. Only 750 copies of the first edition were ever released.

“Albert Einstein’s Philosopher-Scientist! How the heck did you get your hands on this?!”

“Lex invited me to one of his fundraisers and they were auctioning it off. Apparently it was one of the least desired items at the event. Lex started the bid at twenty-five dollars and I got it for a hundred. It seemed like something you would love. Do you like it?”

“Like it!! I love it!! I COULD MARRY YOU RIGHT NOW!!”

You lean over, tackling him into a hug and Clark laughs, careful to lift the book with one hand so you don’t crush it. You’re peppering his face with kisses which he accepts happily.

After he’s able to get you away long enough to sit upright again, he reaches for the present that you had bought. It’s a square box as well, a bit bigger.

“I hope you didn’t sneak a peek.”

You lecture after you've packaged your gift.

Clark shakes his head .

“I didn’t I promise.”

You hum happily, crossing your legs, and Clark begins slowly peeling off the gift paper. He does it so carefully and you just roll your eyes playfully. Once the paper is fully removed, he pulls the ribbon that’s wrapped across it loose, slowly lifting the lid when the thin piece of cloth falls at the side. Parting the gift paper, he reaches inside, expecting a scarf, or maybe a few ties, but what he gets is something else.

The thin fabric is lifted and his eyes widen at the red and blue plaid lingerie. It’s a two piece, and it seems he’s picked up the top part. He looks back at you swallowing.

“I…are you..we..”

He can’t form words and you blush, smiling at him.

“I figured we could both benefit from this gift back at my place.”

His cheeks are slightly red, but you can see the eagerness in his eyes.

Turns out he was right, you were the first to break. You jump right into his lap and he just gazes at you. Your expression softens as you place a peck on his lips, pulling back to admire him.

“Merry Christmas Clark.”

He gulps in anticipation.

“Merry Christmas..”

He whispers back.

Looks like your evening was about to be booked.

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“Where did (Y/N) go, I thought we were gonna open presents?”

Dean whined.

“Like you haven’t already peeked at them.” Sam counters.

Jack walks into the room with a note in his hand.

“(Y/N) asked me to give you this.”

Jack is smiling as he hands over the note to Castiel who takes it gratefully. They all gather around as he reads it.

Left to open a special present.

-(Y/N).

Castiel squints, trying to make sense of the statement and Dean frowns.

“I’m grabbing my gun.”

“Dean!!”

Sam’s yell was heard down the corridor as Sam chased after him to discourage the rampage he was about to go on.

“Merry Christmas.”

Gabriel spoke, placing his arm on the shoulder of his very lost brother.

Jack is still beaming.

Given how the last few weeks have been, you need the normal. Almost crave it. Clark is sitting next to you with his eyes in his book. You’re both on the couch and you take the chance to admire him.

Since the beginning he’s been a bit stuck to your side.

At the start the reason was obvious.

You knew his secret.

You understood there was a comfort that came with the knowledge. After all, you were the same. He knew about your after school activities and he hadn’t run in the opposite direction. After that it just felt natural to see him. Now you’re dating and it still feels a bit unbelievable. Love wasn’t how you thought your journey would end up, especially how out of reach it always felt.

Now you have it, and all you want to do is hold on. Your gaze moves back to your book with a little smile. You try to get back to your work, that’s until you hear the soft melody coming from Clark’s direction. He places his phone down and you raise a brow. He stands and when he walks over to you, holding out a hand, you blush.

“We never got to enjoy that dance. I was hoping this time we could have a real one.”

You’re internally gushing, because if he keeps acting like a prince you might just melt. With a shy smile, you slide your books at the side of you, taking his hand as you stand. He gives you a gentle tug and your chest bumps into his softly. He grins at the color that flames against your cheek as he slides a hand around your waist as he begins to move to the beat of the song.

Tonight, I wanna hold you close

I don't wanna let you go

Loving you is all I know, yeah

He sways gently, guiding you across the floor.

Mm, girl

Look into my eyes and tell me why

You got me tantalized

Yeah, you got me feeling so alive

Ain't no surprises

You’re very aware of how delicately suggestive the song is. This time he seems to smirk and you hide your face into his chest. Clark laughs.

“I picked the right song?”

You nod, still very much tucked into his chest.

On our way, on our way, we don't waste time

Grab my hands, lay 'em down on your waistline

Then we get low

If you let me take you for a ride

You'll memorize it

He pulls back, giving you a little spin and you can’t help but giggle as he pulls you back in.

“I didn’t realize you had so much skill Clark.”

“One of my few talents.” He boasts playfully.

You’re glad that he’d suggested this, because it feels like exactly what you needed. You’re enjoying his company, and the perfect selection of the tune. With a hand on your waist and the other holding your palm, you gaze back at him.

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it, we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance

Put your hands all on my body

Once we start it we can't stop it

Put your hands all on my body

'Cause I don't wanna dance, I don't wanna dance (don't wanna dance)

Those particular lyrics seem to get to you and you find yourself licking your lips. Clark quickly spots the action, his throat bobbing as he looks back at you. With one step, you both lean in. His lips meet yours with a tenderness that reminds you exactly what love is.

That safe feeling, not just physically, but emotionally. In the time that you’ve both known each, you’ve both learned to lean on each other. Your different circumstances but somewhat similar experiences provided a friendship that has blossomed into something so pure, so right. Your hand grips into his blue jacket and he pulls you in, your legs slightly hovering off the ground.

The kisses have morphed from tamed to something completely different. His hands move to your thighs and you jump as he balances your weight. Your fingers run into his dark locks and he lets out a deep moan. The sound causes a spark to run right up your spine.

The echoes of your sloppy kisses should be embarrassing, but you’re too distracted to even care about it. It takes you a moment to realize that he’s moving, you only truly process it when you hear a few items hit the ground and you feel your back against the softness of the cushions of your couch.

You hum, and Clark parts for a second. At that moment you realize that you’re a bit out of breath. You’re heaving, and Clark is in a similar state. Pupils are almost fully blown, looking down at you with a dazed smile. You mirror it.

“I’m really glad you decided to drop into Smallville.”

You laugh with a nod.