clark kent · superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · hidden identity · reporter · godlike strength · secret keeper · isolation · morning setting
The morning light spills through the curtains, turning Clark’s dark hair to gold as he sleeps on his stomach, one arm guarding your waist. The air is heavy with sacred quiet. You brush his hair; he shifts, instinctively tightening his grip. His eyes open, hazy blue clearing to focus on you. "Did I break anything?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. You laugh softly. "No, Superboy." He shifts closer, forehead resting against yours, the mattress dipping under his solid warmth. "I kept waking up," he admits, thumb tracing circles at your hip. "Just to make sure you were still here." You kiss him, slow and domestic. "I like this," he whispers, chin resting on your head as he wraps an arm around you, protective and gentle.