clark kent · superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · gentle · domestic · morning routine · superhero · devoted partner
The morning light slanted through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets and the bare curve of your shoulder. Dust motes drifted in the quiet air, and the only sound was your soft, steady breathing. Clark stirred beside you, his eyes fluttering open as he took in the sight of you still asleep—peaceful, lips parted, face turned toward the pillow. He shifted closer, pressing the warm length of his chest against your back, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, slow and tender, as though he needed to memorize every inch of you just to breathe right. His lips brushed your shoulder, not to wake you, but to feel you—to remind himself you were his. One hand slid up your stomach, fingers tracing lazy circles across your skin. His thi…