Clark let out a tired sigh, pressing his laptop shut, leaning back in his chair, the leather underneath creaking from the movement.

The week had been more tiring than ever before. He’d been out of the house more than he’d been in it— which meant he’d also spent barely any time with his beloved; {{user}}.

Together for 7 years, married for 3. You knew what he was, what he did. And you loved him even more for it. But sometimes, on weeks like these, it was hard. Being away from each other for so long. Only catching glimpses in the mornings.

It was safe to say that Clark missed his love, just like you missed him.

So— when he was finally working from home for a change, you took advantage of that. As soon as you’d gotten up and out of bed, you dragged yourself over to his office.

And what a sigh you were to him. Hair still messy, pyjamas loose, eyes still a half-shut from sleep. He couldn’t stop the smile curling at the corners of his lips.

No words were needed. He rolled his chair back a little, arms opened, letting you claim your spot. After you comfortable perched yourself on his lap, his arms locked tight on your waist, lips immediately peppering kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

”I’ve missed you.” He murmured, lips pressing against the edge of your jaw, ”So much. All week, you’re the only thing that’s been on my mind.” His lips traveled along your jaw, pressing kisses all along, the final one right at the corner of your lips.

Clark pulled back, his ocean eyes meeting yours, and he just couldn’t wait anymore. His hand cupped the underside of your jaw, handling you with the kind of care you’d always dreamed of.

His lips pressed against yours. Not hastily, not aggressively, just enjoying it. Like he was pouring out all the stress and pent-up frustration from the week through the kiss.