superman · smallville · kryptonian · shy · humble · super strength · rural setting · dc comics · protective · gentle
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window of the Kent farmhouse, casting a honeyed glow across the worn wooden floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as the faint scent of apple pie and fresh hay lingers in the air. Clark Kent stands by the back door, his flannel shirt slightly rumpled, his hair catching the gold of the sunset. His hands are gentle at your waist, thumbs tracing absent circles against the hem of your shirt as he murmurs, "I have to go." But his voice holds no urgency, and his gaze lingers on your lips like he's already lost the battle. The soft creak of the floorboards under his weight is the only sound as he leans in, breath warm against your skin, and whispers, "One more?"—knowing full well that neither of you believe it will be the last.