#warm lighting

work had been… brutal. mr. walter’s office had been chaos incarnate today—papers scattered across every surface, urgent phone calls that demanded immediate answers, and a very particular insistence that the holiday investor meeting cannot be delayed, even by a single minute. by the time you’d left, your brain felt like a snow globe that someone had shaken a little too violently.

you shrug off your coat, shaking snowflakes from your scarf, and pause. that faint, familiar whoosh—it’s the sound of wind folding itself in impossible directions. your chest tightens, heart thumping a little faster, and a smile creeps across your lips. clark.

he lands in the living room with that quiet grace that seems effortless, even in a suit that’s literally meant to defy physics. the glow of the lamp catches the glint of his armor-like chest, and suddenly, all thoughts of spreadsheets and walter’s frantic deadlines are gone.

"hey, you’re home early." you call, shrugging out of your blazer. your voice is light, teasing, but your stomach betrays you with a soft flip. "i just got off work, so… perfect timing?"

clark grins faintly, brushing damp hair from his forehead. "i could say the same about you. tough day at Walter’s?" you head over to the couch, "you have no idea..." you sigh, sinking onto the couch and letting out a dramatic groan. "papers everywhere. i think someone tried to bribe me with holiday cookies. half success, half ethical crisis."

he chuckles, shrugging out of his cape and letting it drape neatly over the armchair. even when he’s casual, clark has this presence. a kind of grounded warmth that makes your chest ache a little. and now, standing there in the suit, he’s impossibly perfect in a way that makes your hands itch with anticipation.

"sit down." he says, his voice low but not commanding, just enough to make you obey without thinking. "i… could use some help." your heart stutters, because you know exactly what he means. he shifts his shoulders slightly, giving you access to the zipper at the back. "careful-" he murmurs, tilting his head. "this part’s tricky."

you slide your hands along the nape of his neck, fingers brushing the warm fabric. the zipper tab is right there, and as you tug it down slowly, teasingly, your fingers graze the warmth of his skin beneath the suit. he doesn’t flinch and he doesn’t move away. instead, he leans slightly into your touch, and something electric hums between you.

"see?" he murmurs, almost a whisper, "perfect." your hands linger, brushing over his back, tracing the strong, familiar lines of his shoulders. outside, the snow falls silently, but inside, the room feels smaller, warmer, as if it’s been designed for moments like this.

then, a soft, insistent woof cuts through the quiet. kyrpto pads into the room, nose nudging your ankle as if reminding you that someone else wants in on the affection. you laugh softly, bending to scratch behind his ears. "someone’s jealous..." you tease. "don’t worry, you’re still my favorite little hero." you coo as you scratch his ear.

clark watches, lips quirking into that smile that makes your chest ache. "he’s… fair." he murmurs, stepping closer, letting his hands rest lightly on your waist. "but not as fair as me." you roll your eyes playfully. "you mean you want me to help you unzip the suit because—"

"exactly." he interrupts, and there’s a soft heat in his voice that sends shivers down your spine. "because you get the privilege." you grin, heart hammering, fingers brush the zipper down fully, sliding the sleeves off his shoulders. Your hands linger, exploring the warmth beneath the fabric, feeling him lean subtly into you. clark exhales softly, the sound vibrating through the space between you, and your pulse races.

"cold?" you whisper, adjusting the collar of his shirt beneath the suit. "never." he says simply, wrapping his arms around you. the feeling of his chest pressed to yours is grounding and dizzying all at once. outside, the world is a blur of white, but inside, it’s just you, him, and Kyrpto who insists on sniffing at your lap.

you laugh, brushing a hand down his chest, trailing over his shoulders. "you’re enjoying this a little too much." hands resting on his collar. "am i?" he teases, leaning down until his forehead brushes yours. "because i feel like you are too." and he’s right, you are. your fingers linger on the suit, brushing along the warmth of his back, and every little touch is like electricity under your skin.

the snow outside continues to fall, each flake catching the light, but you don’t notice it. all that exists is the warmth of him, the soft hum of kyrpto padding around your feet, and the quiet intimacy of a winter evening made for two.

kyrpto curls up at your feet, tail thumping softly against the carpet as if he knows exactly how electric the room has become. you glance down at him and then back at clark, who’s still holding you close, his hands warm and impossibly strong around your waist. the kind of hold that makes your knees weak if you think about it too long.

"you’re… really warm." you murmur, letting your head rest against his chest. he chuckles, a low, lazy sound that vibrates through you, and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "you have no idea." he says softly and then, with a teasing tilt of his head, he drags his lips slowly down to your temple, brushing against your cheek. "i’ve missed this."

you inhale sharply, feeling the familiar pull of his presence, the way his fingers graze your sides, the heat of his body seeping into yours. You shift slightly, letting your hands wander over the strong lines of his chest, memorizing the feel of the suit fabric still clinging in some places.

"clark." you whisper, your voice catching slightly, “you’ve been… gone all day, saving the world or whatever, and now you’re here and I—" clark's soft voice cuts you off. "shh. i've got you." he interrupts, pressing a finger gently against your lips, "i know. just… breathe with me for a second."

you do, letting the sound of his steady heartbeat guide you, feeling the tension of the day melt into the warmth radiating between you. his hands move, sliding down your waist, cupping your hips in a way that makes your stomach flutter and your chest tighten. he leans down, lips grazing yours slowly at first, tentative, as if asking permission without words. you respond immediately, pressing closer, tilting your head as his mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s both urgent and impossibly soft.

fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck as your body leans into his, matching the rhythm he sets. kyrpto nudges your ankle, whining softly, and you laugh breathlessly into clark’s chest, a tiny, airy sound. he smirks against your lips, teeth grazing yours briefly, and that teasing grin sends sparks along your spine. "you’re adorable." he murmurs, voice husky.

"you’re… distracting." you manage to gasp, hands trailing along the firm lines of his back. he chuckles, low and slow, and slides them down further, brushing along your waist, tugging you closer so there’s no gap between you at all. clark’s lips find your neck, kissing, nipping, his hands roaming possessively, memorizing every inch of you pressed against him. your head falls back slightly, a shiver running down your spine, warmth and electricity mingling.

his breath fans across your skin, soft and teasing, and your hands clutch at his shoulders, pulling him closer. "you drive me insane." you whisper against his lips, tilting your face so he can meet your eyes. his own are dark, smoldering with a mix of mischief and something deeper—need, care, and a familiarity that makes your chest ache. "and you make it impossible not to." he counters, lips capturing yours again in a slow, deep kiss that leaves you breathless.

his hands move lower, pressing against your hips, tracing your curves over the fabric of your clothes. you gasp into the kiss, shivering as the intensity builds, and he pulls back just enough to let you catch your breath. "you feel… perfect." he murmurs, nuzzling your temple, thumbs brushing over your sides with deliberate, teasing slowness. your fingers tug at the front of his shirt, tracing over the faint ridges of muscle, memorizing the heat beneath.

the snow outside continues to fall, silent and serene, oblivious to the storm building inside the loft. you press into him again, hands on his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. every brush of his lips along your neck, every teasing kiss, every glide of his hands along your waist makes your pulse race faster, and you melt into him, clinging to the feeling.

"clark." you murmur, voice trembling slightly with want and something like awe, "please." you whine, as you just want to feel his warmth against your skin. he doesn’t need more words. he pulls you fully against him again, pressing kisses along your jaw, your neck, letting his hands wander over your waist with that careful, claiming kind of touch that makes your knees weak.

your lips meet in another kiss, heavy, lingering, teeth grazing softly, tongues teasing, and every inch of you burns with need, anticipation, and warmth. kyrpto snuffles against your leg, a tiny interruption that makes you giggle breathlessly. clark chuckles, the sound vibrating through your chest, and kisses you again—slow this time, patient, savoring every second. his hands explore, resting, brushing, pressing, while you cling to him, losing yourself in the way he makes the world shrink to just the two of you.

you tug his shirt slightly, tracing the lines of his shoulders and chest over the fabric, lips brushing his in short, teasing kisses, then lingering, tasting, needing more. clark hums into your mouth, leaning down to press a firm, lingering kiss against your neck, teeth grazing softly, sending shivers through you. his hands hold you tight, possessive, and you can feel the heat pooling low in your stomach, the way every touch feels magnified by the cold winter air that hasn’t touched you since you stepped inside.

"stay." he whispers against your lips, voice low and urgent, "just… stay here with me." you nod, breathless, and lean into him, letting the kisses continue, the touches linger, the heat between you build, until the rest of the world-papers, walter, deadlines, even the snow outside—disappears entirely.

the snow outside had thickened, blanketing the streets in a hush that made everything inside feel more private, more intimate. you and clark were still pressed together on the couch, Kyrpto nestled between your legs, occasionally nudging at Clark’s arm with insistent little whines.

clark’s hands roamed slowly, teasingly-down your sides, over your waist, brushing along your hips in a way that made you shiver. every time he grazed your skin, he seemed to pull a little more of your attention away from the rest of the world. you tilted your head back against his shoulder, letting him pepper gentle kisses across your jawline, his lips warm and insistent against the cold air that still slipped through the loft’s windows.

"you know." he murmured, voice low and rough, "i’ve been looking forward to this all day." you blink slowly as you slide your hands toward him. "you mean… this?" you asked, voice a mix of teasing and breathless anticipation, sliding your fingers along the front of his shirt. he caught your wrist gently, pressing your hand to his chest. "Yes." he said, darkly.

"exactly this." then his lips found yours again, slow and deliberate, hands pulling you flush against him, holding you with that careful pressure that made you feel like nothing else could exist outside this moment. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging softly, eliciting a low, rumbling chuckle against your lips. he pressed closer, guiding your body against his, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, making the winter chill outside feel inconsequential.

kyrpto barked softly, and clark laughed, brushing a hand through the dog’s fur. "someone’s jealous." he murmured with a grin. "but i think he approves." you let out a soft laugh, tilting your head up to meet his eyes. "i think he’s just impatient." you teased. "impatient like his owner." clark smirked, leaning down to kiss you again, teeth brushing teasingly against yours, his hands roaming lower, over your waist and hips. he tugged you a little closer, letting you feel the hard planes of his chest beneath the shirt.

and you gasped softly, pressing your body into his. "you’re… irresistible." he murmured against your lips, voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "i can’t… stop myself." you give him your besy smile. "then don’t." you breathed back, letting your hands wander across the warm expanse of his back, gripping the fabric, tracing every ridge and line. rhe way he pressed into you was both grounding and dizzying.

you felt like the world outside the loft had ceased to exist entirely, leaving only you, him, and the quiet hum of winter. he kissed your neck then, slow and deliberate, teeth grazing softly, sending heat racing through your chest. you tilted your head back, letting him explore, shivering against his touch. his hands slipped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, tilting you so your bodies molded together perfectly.

"clark." you whispered, a tremor in your voice, "i… i don’t know how long I can..." you whine as clark reaches to brush your hair. "shhh, shhh, i've got you honey." he hushed, lips brushing against yours again, letting his hands roam freely, sliding over your sides, tracing your curves, exploring. every touch was deliberate, teasing, meant to pull you even closer into him. "just… let me hold you." you nodded breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing into him, letting the kiss deepen.

his tongue traced yours, slow and teasing at first, then more urgent as the tension between you thickened. his hands slid along your waist, lower, brushing against the soft curve of your hips, holding you tight as if to remind you that you were his and here and now. kyrpto nudged against your foot again, whining softly, and you laughed breathlessly into Clark’s chest. "even he knows." you murmured, "that this is serious."

clark chuckled against your lips, fingers digging slightly into your sides, thumbs tracing circles on your skin through the fabric of your clothes. "he does." he murmured, voice husky, "but i think he’s just trying to get our attention… like the rest of the world keeps doing. but you… you’ve got me all to yourself now." you gasped softly, tilting your head to let him kiss along your jaw, your collarbone, tracing over the line of your neck with soft, teasing nips.

your fingers tangled in the front of his shirt, gripping, tugging him closer. he groaned softly against your skin, one hand sliding behind your back to pull you flush against him.the room had shrunk to the size of the couch and the soft glow of the lamp, the way the snow outside fell in silence, the warmth of your shared bodies, and the soft, steady hum of kyrpto curled at your feet. every inch of you was alive with anticipation, your skin tingling from the gentle pressure of his lips and hands.

"you’re… perfect." he whispered against your neck, his voice vibrating in a way that made your stomach coil and your heart race. "i can’t even..." "clark." you whispered back, breathless, shivering with want, "please… just stay with me." he chuckles and shakes hish ead.

"i'm not going anywhere." he murmured, lips pressing to yours again, holding, claiming, exploring. his hands roamed freely over your waist, hips, and back, cupping, pressing, teasing. every touch was deliberate, meant to make you melt into him, and you did, wrapping your legs around him instinctively, holding him as close as possible.

kyrpto let out a soft bark, making you giggle breathlessly. "okay, he really is jealous." you teased, eyes half-lidded as clark’s lips brushed over yours again, teeth grazing, tongue teasing.

"i don’t care." he said huskily, nipping at your jaw, kissing along the curve of your neck, hands pressing you tighter into him. "i only care about this. you, right now." you clutched at him, heart hammering, breath shallow. the warmth of his body, the teasing, demanding kisses, the gentle pawing of his hands over your waist and sides, the low hum of his voice—everything felt like electricity under your skin.

you tilted your head back, letting him explore, letting the anticipation build with every press of his lips, every brush of his hands. he pulled back slightly, forehead resting against yours, lips hovering over yours, eyes dark with need and something tender all at once. "i could stay like this forever." he murmured. "just… like this. nothing else matters."

you smiled breathlessly, pressing your lips to his again, hands running along his shoulders, waist, holding him close, letting every kiss, every touch linger. the snow fell outside silently, the loft was warm and intimate, kyrpto snoring softly at your feet, and everything—the cold, the chaos of the world, the stress of work was gone.

you smiled breathlessly, pressing your lips to his again, hands running along his shoulders, waist, holding him close, letting every kiss, every touch linger. the snow fell outside silently, the loft was warm and intimate, krypto snoring softly at your feet, and everything. the cold, the chaos of the world, the stress of work was gone.

clark kissed you like he had all the time in the world. slow, but deep. careful, but wanting. his fingers brushed along your jaw, warm and steady, tilting your face just enough that he could kiss you deeper, slower, like he wanted to memorize how you breathed against his mouth.

your hands pushed higher along his back, tracing the warmth of his skin where the suit had fallen away. you felt the ripple of his muscles under your fingertips and heard the way his breath caught quiet, but unmistakable. "god, you feel…" he whispered, voice rough in a way you almost never heard.

his forehead pressed to yours, his nose brushing gently against yours. you could feel his smile—soft, boyish, impossibly fond. "so good." he finished, voice low. you cupped his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones. "i am." the words hung in the air like warmth itself.

he kissed you again more urgent this time, his fingers spreading over your waist as he pulled you closer into him, like he didn’t want even air between you. His lips grazed yours, slow then hungry, soft then sure. every movement was a conversation he didn’t need words for.

you tugged lightly at the half-open suit still hanging off his hips. he huffed a quiet laugh into your mouth, breathless with you. "you’re trouble..." he murmured, kissing the corner of your lips, your cheek, then back to your mouth. "the best kind." you pulled him closer until your bodies were flush, warmth sinking into your bones.

the kind of closeness you’d only imagined in the quiet moments between coffee breaks and winter commutes. his hands slid up your sides, then down your back, leaving sparks in their wake. the kiss deepened slow at first, then growing warmer, more insistent, like the two of you were finally allowing yourselves everything you’d been holding back for months.lark’s breath hitched when your fingers slid into his hair.

"careful." he whispered, voice trembling just a little. "i might never let you go." you hum teasing ghosting over his lips. "maybe i don’t want you to." he let out a soft, disbelieving sound half laugh, half exhale-before kissing you again, harder this time. the kind of kiss that steals thought, that fills your whole chest with heat, that makes the world outside vanish with every slow press of his lips.

snow drifted against the windows, the city far below muffled and distant, leaving just you, him, and the soft thump of krypto’s tail dream-kicking as he slept. clark eased you back against the cushions of the couch, his body covering yours in a warm, careful weight. his hands framed your hips, your waist, your shoulders touches that said 'you’re safe, you’re wanted, I’m here.'

your fingers traced the line of his spine, feeling the suit fall even looser as he shifted. his smile flickered against your lips, sweet, soft, undone. "you taste like winter." he whispered into your mouth, breath warm. "and coffee. and… you." you laughed softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek. "you’re impossible." he mimicks you in a soft laugh, his lips moist and he whispers, "and you’re perfect."

another kiss; slow, lingering, melting before he let his forehead fall to yours again, breathing with you, holding you like you were something precious. his hands slid beneath you, lifting you gently, effortlessly, carrying you away from the couch as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "clark." you murmured, fingers curling at his shoulders. "just getting you somewhere more comfortable."

he whispered, voice warm and full of something tender that made your heart ache. "if… if you want that." you nodded, breath catching. he carried you toward the bedroom, soft light spilling in from the hallway, the world outside fading into a quiet blur of snow and warm air. krypto lifted his head briefly, blinked at you both, then sighed and went back to sleep.

clark paused in the doorway, brushing a kiss to your temple. "tell me if you want me to stop." he murmured, gentle, earnest, everything he is. you cupped his face and kissed him once more soft, sure, full of everything you couldn’t say yet. "i don’t want you to stop." his eyes softened, something reverent flickering there.

and then the door eased shut behind you both. his hands were hot on you as he tore your shirt off. leaving you in your black bra, he smiled dwon at you. "when your hands lingered on me, when you took my suit off... that nearly undid me." he murmured as he lifted you up, and dropped you onto your bed softly, a little sigh from your bed was heard. "clark. please." you begged as you pulled him into you, his grey tee hugged his biceps perfectly as you watched him, sliding his boxers off in one easy pull.

his lips found your sweet spot on your neck as he kissed you for what felt like the 100th time tonight, you nearly groaned from the pressure of his kiss alone. his hands massaging your covered breats, "need this off." he groaned as he moved his mouth towards your breats to pepper kisses along the moutain of them, he left light kisses bewteen the valley of them. you moan out in bliss as he coddles you to his firm chest. "god you feel so soft." his eyes roll back as he nuzzles his head on the top of your breasts.

"clark!" you squeal as his teeth sink into you lightly. he laughs as he sits on his hounches, his hands make quick work of taking of your panties off. you blush as his eyes make brief eye contact with you, "what honey?" he says as he notices the heavy blush making itself prominent on your cheeks. "n-nothing, just i love you." he chuckles softly as he kisses your calf and makes his lips trail upwards and meet your heat.

a soft sound escaped your throat, your fingers sliding up his back, clutching at him in a way that made Clark’s breath stutter. your nails dragged lightly along the warm skin beneath the loosened suit, and he shivered—an honest, unguarded reaction you’d never seen from him before. "mm." he hummed against your jaw, voice low and almost strained, "sweetheart…"

he kissed his way back up to your lips, slow but desperate enough that you felt the heat tightening between you. his breath mingled with yours, warm and uneven. "honey." he murmured, brushing his nose against yours before capturing your mouth again, "you make it so hard to keep composure." the confession was muttered against your lips, half-groan, half-admission, his hands gripping your waist like he was barely holding himself together. you didn’t give him time to recover.

with a gentle push to his chest, you guided him backward until his knees hit the edge of the couch. He sank down with a surprised breath, eyes flicking up instantly to follow your movements. You climbed into his lap, knees bracketing his hips, the warmth of him pulling you closer like gravity itself. his hands immediately found your thighs, thumbs stroking slow, heated lines along your skin as if he couldn’t help himself.

"baby…" he whispered, voice deep enough to make your stomach flutter.

you settled against him, chest to chest, winter light spilling around you both like soft gold. clark looked up at you like he’d been waiting for this moment far longer than he’d ever admit. your hands slid into his hair, drawing a soft groan from him as his head tilted back into your touch. "composure, huh?" you teased gently, tracing your thumb along his cheekbone. his grip on your hips tightened just a little careful, controlled, but wanting.

"you’re not making it any easier." he breathed, lips brushing along your throat, kissing slowly up the line of your jaw. "not when you look at me like that…" you gasped softly when his mouth found that spot just beneath your ear, warm and deliberate, his breath igniting sparks down your spine. your fingers curled in his hair again, pulling him impossibly closer.

he exhaled sharply, almost like it surprised him. "see?" he whispered against your skin. "impossible." you pulled him back up to kiss you, and he obeyed without hesitation hands gliding up your back, fitting you to him like he didn’t know how to let go.

the kiss deepened, slow then hungry, his lips moving with a kind of restrained urgency that made your heart race. heat curled low in your stomach as he kissed you like the world outside didn’t exist—just snow and warmth and you in his lap.

clark broke the kiss only long enough to rest his forehead against yours, breathing hard, eyes warm in a way that made your entire chest ache. "i should…" he whispered, voice trembling faintly, "slow down." you stroked his cheek once more, gentle. "then don’t." he looked at you-really looked and something inside him softened and ignited all at once.

you reached up, hands framing his face as you pulled him into a breath-stealing kiss. the moment he responded—deep, hungry, already losing his composure—you shifted in his lap, settling against him fully. the feeling of it sliding inside you hit you both at once. clark’s breath stuttered, eyes fluttering as he gripped your waist, grounding himself.

the warmth between you was dizzying, overwhelming in the best way. Your own eyes fluttered shut, a shiver running through you as your foreheads pressed together. "easy, sweetheart." he breathed, voice low and strained. "you’re… you’re gonna be the end of me." you kissed him agai, slow lingering, full of everything words couldnt possibly say. so touch and sex is the best way you and clark can express this.

before the rest of the moment is filled with breathless moans and and blurred vision of seeing stars and space, lingering glances and words can't explain how gentle clark is with you.

later, with two steaming coffee mugs warming your hands, you curl up together on the couch. the loft is dim except for the soft glow of the lamp and the way the snow outside reflects a gentle white shimmer into the room. clark’s arm settles around your shoulders like it was always meant to be there, loose but sure, his fingers brushing yours every now and then as if he needs the reminder you’re beside him.

he looks different like this out of the suit, hair tousled, cheeks still a little pink from the cold. calmer, more human, more yours. you catch him watching you over the rim of his mug, that faint smile tugging at his lips, the one he only ever wears when he thinks you won’t notice. and for a second, you wonder how anyone else in the world could possibly feel this close, this safe, this completely wrapped in someone’s presence.

everything about him feels warm in a way that sinks deep and stays there. krypto snores at your feet, head propped awkwardly on one of clark’s boots. every once in a while he nudges clark’s ankle like he’s checking to see if his favorite hero is still within reach. you smile as you glance down. "even he knows where he belongs." you murmur softly.

clark shifts, leaning down to kiss your temple slow, gentle, lingering like he wants the moment to stretch forever. "best part of my day." he whispers against your skin, voice warm and low, "is coming home to you." your heart does that quiet flip it always does around him, but tonight it feels stronger, fuller, like winter warmth spreading through your chest.

you tuck yourself closer beneath his arm, letting your head rest against his shoulder, feeling his breath slow as he relaxes completely for the first time all night. outside, the snow drifts lazily past the windows, soft and steady, like the world has finally decided to calm down. inside, everything feels perfect cozy, still, held in a kind of magic that only winter nights and people who love each other can create.

you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself feel it his heartbeat beneath your cheek, the faint scent of coffee and pine, the way his thumb strokes absent circles on your arm without even thinking about it. for the first time all day, maybe all week, the world can wait.