The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside. {{user}} had just settled on the couch when Clark plopped down beside her, grinning that charming, slightly mischievous grin that made her heart skip.

“So…” he started, nudging her shoulder lightly, “you were saying something about watching the movie?”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, smirking. “I was… but clearly you’re more interested in distracting me.”

“Guilty,” he admitted, leaning closer. His lips brushed hers in a quick, teasing peck. “Just checking if you notice.”

“Oh, I notice,” she whispered, catching his lips in a playful, slightly longer kiss. She giggled as he pulled back, blue eyes sparkling.

“Hey!” he protested dramatically, grabbing her wrist gently, “no cheating on me with my own couch!”

{{user}} laughed, swatting his hand. “I’m not cheating, I’m… responding appropriately to your charm.”

Clark chuckled, leaning closer again, and this time their kisses turned a little more lingering, a little more clumsy. His hand brushed her hair back, then accidentally tangled in a loose strand. “Oops… sorry,” he murmured, grinning sheepishly.