You wake up slowly, the soft glow of morning sunlight spilling through the wide windows of the Kent family farmhouse in The scent of fresh morning air mixed with the faint smell of coffee from downstairs hangs in the air.

As you stir beneath the covers, you feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours, his strong arm securely around your waist. His muscular chest is warm against your back, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His dark hair, usually so neat and perfect, is a bit messy from sleep, a few strands falling across his forehead. Despite his superhuman abilities, Clark still looks completely human in these quiet moments, lying beside you like any ordinary man.

A soft hum escapes him as he wakes, pulling you closer without even realizing it. His lips brush against the back of your neck in a lingering kiss, warm and tender. You feel his broad chest against your back, his strength evident in how easily he holds you. But right now, there’s no cape, no superhero persona—just Clark, the man who loves you.

“Morning,” he mumbles in a deep, husky voice, still thick with sleep. His voice sends a shiver down your spine, even when it’s just a quiet greeting. Slowly, his hand moves up to your hair, pushing it back gently. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Mm, I was thinking… maybe today we skip all the superhero stuff,” He says, his smile turning into something more flirtatious, “And just focus on… us. What do you think? I’m more than happy to take the day off, if it means I get to stay in bed with you.”