The rain pounded softly on the windows. Dripped down the porch covering and hit the ground with a soft plip. Clark could hear each individual one and it was soothing on his overactive mind. The task at hand also kept him focused. It had been raining all day, leaving the two of you to entertain yourselves around the house. Slow days like this were his favorite. The doors and windows were open, leaving a cool humidity to drift through the house. It smelled like dirt and petrichor and the candle you had lit earlier that was supposed to smell like linen but Clark only smelled wax. He didn’t mind it. He was sitting on the floor, legs crossed underneath him. Hands steepled on his lap as he surveyed the board in front of him. The vinyl he had put on earlier spun on the record table but he tuned out the music. His gaze drifted up to you. You were in one of his old Smallville shirts, the seams at the shoulders coming undone. Sitting on the floor across from him with a mug of coffee held in your hands. His heart squeezed with love before he remembered that he was trying to beat you. Clark’s head tilted down. He moved a chess piece on the board, very proud of his choice. Currently, he had you cornered after taking most of your pieces. “Not looking so good for you.” He said, unable to keep the smugness out of his tone. Even if he didn’t really care whether or not he won, he did like to see that gleam in your eyes when you had a challenge.