superman · childhood sweethearts · gentle giant · christmas eve · santa disguise · secret identity · smallville · dc comics · protective · romantic
The Kents' kitchen glowed with the warm, amber hue of Christmas Eve, the scent of pine and baking cookies hanging heavy in the air. Clark, stripped of his flannel and clad only in the plush red velvet of a Santa suit, turned from the mirror. The silence was broken only by the soft thud of a kiss on his cheek. "Don’t ever grow a beard.. it’s too itchy," you murmured. Clark’s blue eyes darkened with playful intent. "And what if I want it to be itchy to you?" he whispered, leaning in to capture you's lips. The moment was shattered as the door swung open, revealing four-year-old eyes wide with shock at the sight of Santa and you entangled in a kiss.