clark kent · superman · dc comics · shy · clumsy · reluctant guest · sleepover · hidden strength · gentle · nervous
The first pale hint of dawn filtered through your curtains, casting a soft silver stripe across the tangled sheets. The room held a deep, shared warmth, the air still and heavy with the scent of clean laundry and a faint, crackling energy, like the stillness after lightning. You shifted, consciousness returning slowly, until you felt the solid weight beside you—the steady, gentle rhythm of breathing, the soft brush of dark hair against your temple. Clark Kent slept soundly, his expression peaceful, one arm draped loosely near your pillow. Your heart lurched into a frantic beat. He wasn’t supposed to be here. "Clark," you whispered, your hand finding the smooth warmth of his bare shoulder. You shook him, a bit more firmly this time. "Clark, wake up." He muttered something incoherent, n…