#super-man

“Bless her heart,” she muttered to herself when she heard the door close behind you. “Don’t even know what’s coming up,” she chuckled quietly while shaking her head.

“Hey punk,” you teased when finding Clark sitting down on the outdoor loveseat upon the porch.

His head turned toward you and gosh, you felt like your knees could go weak right then and there. All he did was look over and smile. That damn smile. Such a charming, heart-squeezing smile, and don’t get you started on those eyes of his. You could drown in them.

“Y/n?” his voice snapped you out of your little falling head over heels daze. You didn’t even realize that he responded or that you were spacing out.

“Oh, uhm. What?” you tried to reply as smoothly as possible but clearly that didn’t slide. You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks from embarrassment and intimidation alone. He never intimidated you in a demeaning way, it was more so a… your mind would turn into a giddy, bashful, overwhelmingly terrified and excited anytime you were around him way.

His beautiful frame lets out a deep handsome laugh. His shoulders shake as his laughing faded and soon enough he was standing. He took a couple steps forward. “Follow me?” Before he could even take another breath, you were already following.

He couldn’t help but smirk down at you. You were gazing at the ground for a moment, but it was as if his stare was lasering through you. “W-What?”

“You sure do like the word what.”

“Shut up.”

Not too long after, the two of you were walking through the fields not too far from his family home. “I’m going to be incredibly straightforward, if that’s okay?”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to kill me?” you joked, but didn’t realize your voice sounded so sincere.

The poor man’s eyes nearly flew out of his head and you’ve never seen a man’s lips move so fast to reassure a woman. “NO! What!? Do you really think I would?”

“No!” you laugh and gently grab his arm as an act of reassurance. You snicker a bit more after replaying his reaction and lean forward out of a laughing habit.

Clark rolled his eyes and like a pouting puppy, playfully crossed his arms. His build was so broad, his slight movement didn’t even end up pushing you away. It was as if you leaned into a huge, gorgeous teddy bear.

“Goodness.. anyway… uhm…” the Kryptonian cleared his throat and straightened himself up. He gently grasped your shoulders and stood you up quick. Noticing his immediate change of body language, you tilted your head and gazed up at him with genuine interest. “D-Don’t look at me like that.” You raise an eyebrow, deciding not to respond verbally. “Not! Not that I don’t like it. I mean. Shoot. Ugh, I’m really bad at this.” 

Having a feeling of what is coming up, you let out a soft laugh and reach out to him as he took a couple steps back. “Yeah, you are. Kidding. You’re okay, Clark. It’s just you and me.”

The sarcasm, the immediate reassurance, the gentle touches and your eyes, God, your warm doe eyes. Those are the eyes Clark wants to see for the rest of his life, when he wakes up, before he leaves to save the world, whatever it may be. Noticing he was getting into his own spacing out moment, he shook his head to bring himself back to the conversation. “Right. Exactly. That’s,” he took a sharp inhale. “That’sexactlywhatIwant.”

“Huh?” you responded, genuinely confused at what he said toward the end of his sentence.

“Just you and me. For as long as possible. Y/n, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours,” he whispered.

“I love you.”

Is what you wanted to say immediately when he asked that day. But here you are now, not even realizing the words that just slipped out of your mouth as you are washing the dishes and Clark is drying them. The damn dishes.

Some part of you is upset, but for just a moment. You’ve been dreaming and planning on how you would say it. Because you knew, for what felt like ever since the two of you made eye-contact, as cliche as that it is, you wanted to say it. Ever since, you had been daydreaming about who would say it first and how one would say it. Yet here you both are now, and the more you think about it, after a cooking a meal together with a shared glass of wine, relaxing conversations and flirty touches, you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

His dark blue eyes immediately find yours for confirmation. “I-I do,” you whisper as if you could hear exactly what his eyes were asking.

“W-What was that again, darling?” Clark decides to use his powers to his advantage and flew over to you in an instance, swooping you up in his arms. 

You let out a squeal and cling to him, “Clark! My hands!”

He drops the rag he was using to dry the dishes and laughs at your comment, “I love you too.”

Your worry about soaking and soaping up his sweater instantaneously diminished. “Y-Yeah?” you mutter as his face moves closer down to yours.

“Yes,” he whispers back, another smile growing onto those pretty lips of his. His nose carefully grazes yours and he slowly presses his forehead against yours. His arms snake tighter around you so that there was no longer any space between your bodies.

Your eyes were already glossy at this point. Beats pass as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes. Everything begins to settle in for you. Clark’s warm embrace, fingers rubbing circles into each other’s clothes, the comforting silence after confessing each other’s love for one another, it was all hitting. Your lips part and a soft cry slips out.

“Oh, baby,” he murmurs and cradles you to where he can press gentle kisses against your temple.

You can’t help but begin to cry more out of pure admiration, gratitude and so much more you couldn't even begin to describe. “I-I love you so much, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

Though he can hear how fast your heart is beating, his heart is beating incredibly so much faster. He would get down on one knee right now and propose if he had the ring. “I love you so much too.”

His lips meet yours and you melt right into his arms. Your hands find the nape of his neck and your fingers begin to tangle into his dark hair. His big hands ever so gently pull you even closer into his chest, his fingers slightly grasping you as if he's saying he's never going to let go. Your lips curl into a small smile against the kiss, knowing that he would never.

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