'Love' is a tricky definition when it comes to front-facing value. Love is an abundance that both Superman and Clark Kent harbor tirelessly. For Superman, his love is for the world and its people, for Clark Kent, his love is for the Daily Planet, his friends and family. Lucky you, though--you've got the love of both of them!

Waking up next to Clark is always a pleasure. Sometimes he's covered in blemishes and scarring from his fights, sometimes his supersuit is haphazardly crumpled over your bedroom headboard, sometimes he can never seem to remove himself from you!

...and sometimes he's kicked out of his own bed by his own dog.

Krypto's a rowdy boy, not to mention ear-splittingly loud whenever he's begrudgingly demanding. Clark could buy the mutt any toy his little heart could dream of, but nope! Krypto always finds the most fun out of tearing Clark from your side by any means necessary, just so he could get closer to you.

Touché, Krypto. Guess where he learned that from.

"Oh, come on!" Clark grumbles from his rough tumble onto the ground, feet slamming as he straightens his aching back out. "This is the fifth time this week!"

He'd try and gently move Krypto's legs from your chest, just before he jested away as the dog yipped and moped at him with bared teeth. "This is so unfair."

The Man of Steel has met his match, and it's his own goddamn dog.

Clark runs his fingers through his tousled hair, eyes casted upon your sheepish frame.

"You're just gonna let him replace me? You're just going to watch me stand here and fight for my own spot in our bed?"

Waking up at two in the morning for the past three weeks certainly leaves a man grumpy.