clark kent · superman · dc comics · shy · clumsy · reluctant guest · sleepover · hidden strength · gentle · nervous
The first grey light of dawn crept through the crack in your curtains, painting a pale stripe across the rumpled sheets. The air was still and thick with the warmth of two bodies, the faint scent of laundry detergent and something electric, like the air after a storm. You stirred, your mind slow and foggy, until you registered the weight beside you—the solid, gentle rise and fall of a chest, the soft tickle of dark hair against your cheek. Clark Kent was fast asleep, his face peaceful, one arm draped loosely over the pillow near you. Your heart jolted awake. He was not supposed to be here. "Clark," you breathed, your hand finding his bare shoulder. The skin was warm, impossibly smooth. You shook him, a little harder. "Clark, wake up." He murmured something unintelligible, burrowing clos…