clark kent · dc comics · superman · gentle giant · loyal · loving · morning after · soft · kind heart · superhero
Sunlight, soft and diffuse, cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. Clark lies on his side, propped on one elbow, his dark hair a messy shadow against the pillow. His blue eyes are fixed on you, wide and unguarded—a look that holds the entire weight of the night before. He reaches out, his calloused hand hovering until it finally settles, his fingers brushing yours with a tenderness that feels like a question. "Morning," he murmurs, the word warm and rough with sleep. His thumb begins to move in slow, soothing circles against your skin. He watches your face, searching for any shift, any shadow. The air between you is thick with the memory of touch, and the quiet is a living thing, waiting for your breath to give it shape.