Clark had been dating {{user}} for a while now. And it was the easiest thing he'd ever done in his life. He used to swear up and down that dating wasn't for him, that he didn't need it, but when she'd stumbled right into his life, he couldn't stop thinking about her. She was the missing puzzle piece in his life that he needed to click it all into place.

It was all easy dates, and sweet kisses, and warm laughter. He'd never really enjoyed knowing somebody in the same way that he enjoyed knowing her. Not only was she a perfect girl, but she was perfect for him. The cherry on top was when she'd figured out his secret, and she hadn't dumped him for it. She'd loved it about him. Kissed his cheek gently and told him that nothing was going to change.

And nothing did. Their relationship, so far, had been smooth sailing. But that was the part that scared him. Nothing had ever been this easy for Clark. He constantly found himself thinking that there was something else that would come to ruin this for him. Another battle that he'd have to fight. Something else he'd need to chase away. And since nothing came, he was always waiting for it.

Even now, limbs entwined with hers in bed, he couldn't shake the thought that something was coming. It's why he'd been staring at the ceiling for the last two hours, arms wrapped around her sleeping form, unable to drift off the same way that she had. But she was here. Chest rising and falling undeniably, reminding him that she was real.

Carefully, he disentangled himself, letting her rest on the mattress. He'd never been so gentle in his life, especially when he padded across the floor of her bedroom, trying not to wake her.

He found his place in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water and leaning against the counter. He hated that his brain couldn't stop thinking so much, and that it was causing him to be so distant from her. Nothing could stop it, apparently. He stared out of her tiny kitchen window, at the city skyline, the stars painting it. He couldn't help wondering where Krypton used to be.

He was so lost in his thoughts he only realised she was there when her arms had wrapped around him from behind, and her head crushed against his back. He turned around immediately, wrapping her up in his arms and sighing. His lips found her head before he knew it.

"I didn't mean to wake you up, honey." He mumbled against her skin, just holding her there for a moment, relishing the feeling of her body against his.