[there's a fic ver up on my tumblr! @n3ptoonz <3]

Clark moped around like a dog. You've been intentionally avoiding him the past few days and he's been taking it hard. You gave him plenty of chances and let go of most of his excuses because he didn't seem like a sleazy guy. Just one who was really shitty at lying to the only woman that has his eye.

He'd been subtly following you around. Peeking past doorframes of rooms you were in and pretending to do something just so nobody would be suspicious. He'd shyly put your favorite hot drink on your desk while you were in meetings--and only a few have gone cold. Clark knew he fucked up, missing the one thing he kept reminding himself of before going out and saving people.

The deadline.

It's literally circled multiple times on his calendar and he forgot. He missed the deadline to your biggest story yet. Didn't even shoot you a text. And boy were you pissed. But that's what was killing him. You're the type to not sugarcoat much. You don't get paid to cushion the blow. Beating around the bush doesn't win awards. You were silently angry with him.

You walked past him without so much as a glance for the past few days. Like he didn't exist. You kept leaving his messages on read. And most of all, you didn't even seem upset. You spoke and joked with people like Lois, Jimmy, and Cat like normal. But even they noticed--including Perry--that you were ignoring Clark.

Yet the absolute worst part of all this is that...he was kinda into it.

Yes, he knows it's terrible what he did and will never stop apologizing profusely until you verbally him to stop, but...you're so hot when you're like this. Intense. Blatant or subtle. It was an all out war between sheer guilt and pure attraction.

It was when you set a pile of copies on your desk and went to use the bathroom, the clicking of your heels caught up to Clark's hearing in an instant. You had to go the second floor since the one on the first was being cleaned. Once you finished in there, the moment you stepped out, there be was, standing there like a scolded child trying to lessen his sentence. You could see him physically flinch at your scowl.