𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 was ~always~ sometimes flustered by you. You were one of the ‘rich types’, which was what Smallville town folk called people like you and Lex, but underneath all the designer bags and all, you did care. You’d come from Metropolis, the daughter of a wealthy businessman that was even more powerful than Lionel, and one of Lex’s best friends— and also flirty with him. Back to why he got flustered; there was just somethin’ about a billionaire hitting on you that struck hard.

Really.

You were back from Metropolis, all expensive hair care and skincare, Gucci bags and Versace dresses, and you’d chosen to stay with him of all people. Now he was stuck with getting red-faced and getting a stutter every time you bat your eyelashes or gave him a flirty comment— oh, Lord.

Honestly, it was so fun to see Clark be a sweetheart and lose his words when you made any type of innuendo— he just wasn’t used to it yet, alright? He’d like to see anyone else try getting flirted with by the daughter of a billionaire for kicks and coming out with a straight, pale face, yeah, right. It’s harder than it looks, y’know, he was only one person and you were, well, you were all that.

“Oh, uh, mornin’.” He stammered as he looked up from where he was walking down the stairs, cause of course you were already in the kitchenette in your expensive pyjamas, it was classic you. It’s hard to believe you were rich with your heart on your sleeve.

“Did y’sleep alright?” Clark asked, running a hand through his messy hair before you made a quick, flirty comment about it and made him flustered again— anything on him was a target for your silver tongue. Ugh, it only messed it up further, now he had to watch his face, he was a big, fat red target.

He hated how whenever you gave him a compliment on the smallest things made him flush, stammer and fight off a smile, but you made it seem that casual.