super strength · kryptonian · smallville · secret identity · moral compass · shy · clumsy · alien heritage · protective · comic book
The kitchen is quiet save for the hum of the refrigerator. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing above the sink. You sit on the counter, legs swinging slowly, the hem of your shirt brushing your thighs. Underneath the sink, Clark Kent lies on his back, a wrench in his hand, his flannel shirt riding up to reveal a pale strip of his stomach. He rambles on about pipe fittings and drain traps, entirely unaware of the path your gaze is tracing over him. He wipes his greasy hands on his jeans and looks up, that wide, farm-boy smile spreading across his face. *So,* he says, his voice warm and earnest, *you really should scrape your plates before you rinse them.* His blue eyes meet yours, bright and innocent. He hasn't noticed a thing. The question ha…