angel olsen's daughter

Even for human ears, mumbling noises were distracting and so Jon always found himself peeking. With his Super Hearing he could tell that Mom and Dad chuckling and giggling in the living room.

“Happy noises…” That’s how Jon called them. He sighed as he turned in bed, his back to the door. “I wonder what’s that they are doing…” He was still too young to understand, but old enough to be familiar with the sounds and how his parents sometimes displayed affection around him.

Jon’s imagination wasn’t too far off. The Kents lived in a single-floor apartment, the living room was across the hall. Lois and Clark were sharing a glass of wine while cuddling on the couch. She was sitting across his lap, hugging him as he played with her hair.

The flirty giggles escalated into soft tender kisses. Clark had been the one to initiate it. The quiet of the apartment embraced the intimate moment, they barely made a noise.

She was wearing a pair of pajama shorts, letting his firm hand stroke her thigh as his lips traveled to her ear. Lois smiled at the soft whisper of his sweet nothings and bit her lip as her nose brushed against his and she found his ear too, reciprocating the murmurs.

They kissed again, this time their kisses smacked lightly and their throats offered raspy moans. As they grew aware of the noise, Lois offered a shhh between giggles. She leaned into Clark and murmured something to his ear, then slowly stood up.

It was then when the corner of his eye caught her hand nearby. With shaky timid fingers, Clark slid his hand toward hers, unintentionally knocking out the mug of coffee that she had just served for herself.

“Oops-a-Daisy!” Clark was quick to pick the mug up and used paper napkins to clean his mess. “Are you okay?” He looked up to find Lois was holding her hand close to her chest, but had a very peculiar look in her face.

It took her a brief minute to react, her mind processing his reaction. There was nothing but warmth and amusement in her eyes. “Yeah. Lucky, I’ve got quick reflexes.” She showed him her hand; not a scratch on it.

Licking his lips, Clark gently took it and examined it. His fingerpads tickled against her flesh and so Lois felt her heart speeding up a little. As his eyebrows twitched, her eyes grew big — they both aware that he had picked on that.

“Um, I-I…” Lois gently took her hand back and rubbed her arm, her attention shifting to the empty coffee pot; “You owe me a coffee, though.” That’s all she said before she offered a playful smile and walked back to her desk.

Clark followed her with his eyes and once he made sure the coffee station was cleaned, he headed to his station where he found his phone.

Lois’s desk was behind him, so he couldn’t see her as he faced his computer. Clark could feel his entire body doing this weird thing; he had never felt like this — anxious and scared but also looking forward to a positive outcome. He cleared his throat as he typed, sending Lois a text message:

Hey, wanna go grab a coffee?

Upon pressing send, he slumped over his desk and covered his head with his jacket; he couldn’t believe he had just done THAT.

His phone immidiately pinged, though. Clark looked up and fixed his eyes on the notification, he was still holding his phone.