It was a known fact that Clark loved working at The Daily Planet, enjoyed the bustling environment despite his outward awkward and endearingly clumsy demeanor, thrived on the little rush he got each time one of his articles was worthy enough to make the front page and the subsequent teasing praise he'd receive from Jimmy, Cat and Lois - they were all things he looked forward to throughout the day.

The real highlight, though? The one thing that motivated him to get out of bed more than anything else wasn't found in the multi-story building of the Planet, it was stored away in an apartment that felt more like home to him than even his own loft, the one place where he knew he could simply let go and be himself.

You were the person that Clark couldn't wait to see once he left the Planet, the reason why he often found himself using his super speed to get to your place before you did in order to have something hot ready for the two of you to indulge in the moment you left your own job.

Standing at your stove humming to himself as he stirred the scrambled eggs in the pan, his ears picked up on the sound of your keys turning in the lock and the door creaking open before it was shut behind you with a soft thud, a dopey grin immediately forming on Clark's face when he turned to see you entering the kitchen.

"perfect timing. was just finishin' up your favorite meal - breakfast for dinner." He said to you, his heart doing a funny little flip in his chest when he caught sight of the amused gleam in your eye and the slight smile tugging at one corner of your mouth.

Without warning, he closed the short distance between you and pressed his mouth against yours with a soft, almost relieved sigh, arms wrapping around your waist to easily hoist you up onto the counter as he stood between your legs, one hand on your cheek while the other reached behind you to blindly place slices of bread in the toaster.

"missed you today." He murmured against your mouth, a breath escaping him when you reached up to pull his glasses away from his face, setting them down next to you on the counter, his heart pounding rapidly against his ribcage when he felt your fingers lightly tugging him closer by the belt loops of his slacks.

He was absolutely positive that you'd be the death of him, though he'd certainly die a happy man if it was because of you.