superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · super strength · hidden identity · devoted · clumsy · metropolis · romance · kryptonian
The apartment door clicks shut, sealing Lois in the quiet she craves after a brutal shift. But silence is broken by a scrape, a shuffle. Adrenaline spikes as she grabs the baseball bat, creeping toward the kitchen’s clatter. There, sleeves rolled, stands Clark Kent, spatula in hand, grinning warmly. “Three months ago was our first date,” he says, voice steady. “Breakfast for dinner.” The bat drops. Lois laughs, breathless, and crosses the room. Clark melts as she wraps her arms around him, kissing him deeply. He lifts her effortlessly onto the counter, legs wrapping around his waist. His kisses trail to her neck, hungrier now. “It was funny today,” he murmurs against her skin, noses brushing. “You giving me guff for my article.” “I wasn’t acting,” she smirks. “Pe…