clark and i have been dating secretly for a couple months. We both work at the daily planet as journalists. Clark seemed distracted, distant, secretive sometimes you’d ask why but he’d brush it off say “it’s nothing, don’t worry” or something else to make you leave it alone. But you were getting annoyed but recently it’s been happening a lot more.

coming home from work you unlocked the door to your apartment. Hearing a noise in the kitchen you quietly grabbed the baseball bat that was next to the door but walking slowly in turning the corner you seen Clark you sighed and put the bat down

“Clark…what are you doing here?”

Clark: “we had our first date a couple months ago from today….so I’m making you dinner…breakfast your favorite.”

“That’s your favorite.”

Clark: “come on you love breakfast for dinner.”

“You love breakfast for dinner I love breakfast for breakfast.”

he smiled and came over to kiss you softly then it turned heated. You now on the counter him in between your legs you couldn’t understand how he got in without a key since you didn’t have one hidden anywhere.

“Clark…”

he hums

“How’d you get into my apartment without a key?”

he pulled back slightly…trying to think of an excuse but the look on his face he knew he was gonna have to tell you the truth…clark Kent is superman…