#ems thoughts

his eyes blink open, dazed and wide, and the realization of how quickly he got carried away hits him all at once. his face turns an adorable shade of red, ears burning, and he stammers, “sorry—I didn’t mean to—”

“it’s fine,” you interrupt softly, giving him a gentle smile. “you’re fine.”

he glances at you through thick lashes, the faintest blush creeping up his neck. “i just…i really want to get this right.”

you tilt your head, shifting a little closer, your fingers brushing lightly along his arm. “you are,” you say, your voice steady and warm, as you take his hand in yours.

he swallows hard, still unsure of himself but holding onto your hand like it's the only thing keeping him grounded. "i just—" he starts, but this time, you cut him off, lifting your other hand to his cheek, coaxing his focus back to you.

"just kiss me, clark," you whisper, almost teasing, but your voice is soft and inviting, and when his eyes flicker back to yours, there's something undeniable between you.

without another word, he leans in again, a little slower this time, a little more deliberate. he kisses you with the same gentle care, but this time there’s no rush. no desperation. it's just him, feeling your lips against his, taking his time to savor the way you feel, the way you fit together so easily.

you let him, enjoying the way he’s gradually letting go of the tension, the way his kisses become more confident as he finds his rhythm. his hand shifts, brushing your jaw, his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek as if he’s making a promise with each tender touch.

the world is quiet around you, and for a moment, there’s only the two of you, nothing to rush and nowhere to be.

when you pull back, this time it’s only for a second, just enough to meet his gaze. clark’s face is flushed, his lips slightly parted, and the smile that creeps across his face is shy but real.

“that was better,” he says quietly, his voice rougher than usual.

you laugh softly, brushing your thumb over his lip. “yeah,” you agree, “it was.”