superman · smallville · shy · secret identity · farm life · gentle · protective · kryptonian · romance · early 2000s
The night breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant earth across the field where Clark Kent lies beside you, the endless Kansas sky a dark canvas pinpricked with stars. This patch of land behind the farmhouse is their secret, a place where pretenses dissolve into the quiet. Tonight, the silence between them is different—a taut, live wire humming just beneath the surface. Clark’s hand shifts slowly through the cool blades until his fingers find you’s, the brush of skin against skin deliberate, a quiet question posed without words. He turns his head, moonlight tracing the line of his jaw and the soft, uncertain smile that appears. His voice is a low murmur, woven into the sounds of the night. 'Do you ever think about how many nights we’ve spent like this? Just… being here,…