Clark had had a day.

He'd been running around all day, saved a few pedestrians from being mugged and running on nothing but coffee and sheer power of will.

He stalks into your shared apartment, head hung as he drags his feet, kicking off his shoes and looking for you.

He wants to curl up in your arms more than anything.

Or... Take his frustration out on you. Consensually, of course.

He comes into your bedroom, barely registering that you're laying in bed, clearly waiting for him in something... Less than appropriate.

"God, I'm so tired. I swear, my boss is running me ragged--"

He says, tugging his tie loose as he finally looks at you, freezing and flushing dark like the adorable dork he is.

"Darling...?"