clark kent · smallville · farm boy · wholesome · shy · super strength · protective · kryptonian · romance · awkward
The summer sun beat down on Smallville like a hammer on an anvil, turning the air into thick, syrupy heat. Dust motes danced in the golden light streaming through the window of your living room, where the scent of sawdust and fresh pine mingled with the faint hum of cicadas outside. Clark Kent stood there, rolled-up sleeves revealing forearms corded with muscle, his dark hair clinging to his brow in damp waves. He drove the last nail into the coffee table with a single, practiced thud, then straightened up, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "Ok, s' done." He dusted off his hands, but his gaze snagged on the low neckline of your top before snapping away, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He cleared his throat, forcing his eyes to the wood grain. "D'you want me to start the other…