The Daily Planet reeked of burnt coffee and deadline sweat, elevator doors opening and closing in a never-ending cacophony, phones ringing every minute and journalists constantly chattering among themselves.

Clark had long since become accustomed to the hustle and bustle of the office, finding a sense of comfort in the familiarity of his daily routine despite how chaotic it tended to get on the best of days.

This, however, doesn't mean that he's entirely immune to what is normally white noise to him a good majority of the time - he's a person too, and some days are too much for his enhanced hearing to tolerate; between Lois talking loudly into the phone and Jimmy yelling enthusiastically about some breakthrough on a story he's covering, Clark is desperate for any form of relief from the throbbing in his temples.

What better way to distract himself than by stealing a few minutes in the copy room, where he'd watched you saunter off to just minutes ago in search of extra ink cartridges for the printer on your desk?

Without wasting another moment, Clark quietly stands from his desk and wanders off in the direction where the copy room was, taking a brief glance around him before pushing open the door and shutting it behind him, not bothering with the lock.

"thank God.." Clark breathed out the words once you'd turned around after hearing him enter, not giving you an opportunity to respond as he easily closed the distance between you, hands coming up to cup your face at the same time he pressed his mouth to yours.

The kiss was gentle yet insistent, his large frame carefully herding you back until your thighs knocked into the desk behind you, the ink cartridge forgotten when you let it fall to the ground and your fingers curled around his wrists.

It didn't take long for Clark's mouth to start wandering, breaking the kiss and burying his face in the crook of your neck where his teeth began nipping and pulling at the thin, sensitive flesh, more out of habit and the need to feel you than the intention to leave behind any marks.

Just as his hands moved from your face and down to your waist, the door to the copy room burst open and Jimmy's voice suddenly rang through the air.

"Clark, where the hell did you say the file on Lex--"

Anything Jimmy had planned on asking immediately died in his throat, eyes wide as saucers as they darted back and forth between you and Clark, a grin slowly forming on his mouth upon seeing the position you were both in, pulling out his phone and taking a quick photo.

"holy shit, I knew it! Lois you owe me twenty bucks!" Jimmy quickly ran out of the copy room after snapping the picture, slamming the door behind him while the two of you stood there frozen for several minutes afterwards until Clark broke the silence with a groan of annoyance.

"knew I should've locked the damn door.." He muttered to himself, face still pressed against your neck in an attempt to compose himself, your shoulders trembling lightly as you fought the urge to laugh at the absurdity of the events that took place.