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Clark Kent isn’t big on sharing.
Okay, that isn’t really true. As a kid, he liked to share his toys with his friends. He also liked sharing his favorite pretzels that he got as a gift on every special occasion with Ma and Pa. Even now, he shares his lunch with Jimmy almost every day at the Planet. He thinks Jimmy’s taking advantage of it at this point, but he doesn’t really care. So, he’s not really against sharing.
When it comes to Lois, though, he hates it.
It’s not something that’s surprising. Most people want their partners for themselves. It’s completely normal for Clark to feel the same.
But the thing is, he gets jealous and upset on an unhealthy level whenever someone even looks at Lois the wrong way. Not that he wants to kill people over it, but all those negative emotions are unhealthy for him. Why does boy-scout Superman want to punch everyone who looks at his girl? He should be better than that. He’d obviously never hurt anyone over them finding Lois attractive, because who wouldn’t? She’s beautiful, smart and successful. She’s perfect in every way. Plus, Lois isn’t just his girlfriend. She’s her own person. He doesn’t have the right to just glare at everyone who looks at her—and he doesn’t, he knows how to control himself, but it’s not that easy to stop feeling certain feelings.
Clark trusts her, he really does. She might grill him in interviews and make fun of his writing, but he knows she’d never actually do anything to hurt him. She would never entertain anyone who flirts with her, but gosh, he doesn’t like it when they think they even have a chance with her.
He feels bad about it, but it helps that Lois doesn’t get too upset with him for it. In fact, he thinks she might like it. When she notices he’s jealous (and she does notice, every time), if she’s in a good mood, she first teases him for it, and in her worst moods, she starts by rolling her eyes. Either way, most of the time, they end up with their bodies pressed together, with his cock buried deep inside of her, teasing her clit and making her eyes roll back, effectively improving both of their moods. He doesn’t think he could ever stop holding back during sex out of his fear of hurting her, but on those days, when Lois asks him to take it out on her and assures him through moans that she’s his, he allows himself to go harder. Just the way she likes it.
And he might not be big on sharing her, but he is big on giving her what she likes.
A week ago, in bed, they had a conversation.
I saw that video of Ultraman slamming you into the ground, she had said, still catching her breath after two rounds. And then hoisting you back up.
Do we have to talk about that right now? He’d asked.
It was kinda hot. Why can’t you do that to me?
Lois.
Okay, not that, obviously, I’m not that crazy. But trust me, I’m going to get you to be rougher with me.
Uh-huh.
I can’t believe he’s a clone, She sighed. I mean, I can, cause he could hurt you, but.. wow. Two yous. It’s like something out of my wildest fantasies.
She had said it casually, like a joke, but he knows Lois. From the way she was staring at the ceiling and avoiding his eyes, seemingly lost in her thoughts, he could tell there was some amount of want there. So, a few days later, he’d asked her if she actually wants the ‘wildest fantasies’ thing, because no matter how much she teases him about being unable to be straightforward when it comes to sex, she’s a bit shy about expressing her desires, too. He did understand why she was reluctant about asking him if she could sleep with someone else, but wasn’t mad about it. Clark’s not the biggest fan of Ultraman, but the guy’s a clone of himself—he really doesn’t mean this in an egotistical way, but it’s normal for Lois to be attracted to a copy of him.
When he asked, she hesitantly confessed that she’d thought about it, but never seriously.
I want to have more of you, she said, and in the end, Clark’s desire to give Lois what she wants overtook the doubt he has.
Which is how they end up in their current situation.
“You’re really okay with this?” Lois breathes in his ear, biting her lip when he presses wet kisses to her neck. She’s on his lap, slowly grinding down against his growing erection. His shirt’s already off, because he knows that gets her going.
They’ve settled for making out on his couch until their company arrives. He has a couch now, instead of that one chair; she forced him to get one. They usually stay at her place because his place is too ‘plain’, but she likes the view from his living room, so occasionally, they stay over here too, and she’s been making changes.
Clark already considered the risks. Ultraman could hurt Lois—not on purpose, because he isn’t under Luthor’s control anymore, but the chance is still there. He talked about it with Lois, and she promised she’d tell him if she wanted to stop. He chose to trust her.
“Of course,” he murmurs, tongue flicking against her skin, smiling when her heart skips a beat.
Lois pulls back and gives him a serious look. “I don’t want this unless you do.”
“I know,” he says quickly, hands slipped under the hem of her top and splayed across her back. “I know. I do want this.”
She stares at him, looking anxious. “But.. are you sure?”
He leans into her, the tip of his nose pressing against hers. “It is, okay? I’d never lie to you, Lo.”
It’s all a bit ironic, because she’s usually the one assuring him during sex when he goes harder than usual. Which is very different from bringing a third person into the setting, but all Clark knows is that he’d do anything for Lois, including that.
“Okay, I believe you.” She kisses him again and their tongues meet. It only takes a few seconds for it to get heated.
His hands move from the small of her back, shifting to grab her breasts and toy with her nipples. One hand sneaks out of her shirt and he pulls it up to expose her chest. His eyes flutter open for just a second, their mouths still locked, and he exhales at the sight of the instant hardening of her nipples in the cold air. She captures his lips in a kiss once again, hands roaming down his bare chest, and his eyes squeeze shut when she rolls her hips forward, the friction making pleasure burst through him.
“Lois,” he pants against her mouth, fingers stilling on her chest.
“Our friend’s late. Might as well get started without him.”
“He’s not late. You’re just impatient,” Clark accuses, before breaking into a moan when she lifts herself up and sneaks a hand down there instead, palming him through the fabric.
Lois smiles that gorgeous smile of hers. “C’mon, use your mouth on me.”
He moves fast, smiling himself when he hears her laugh as he flips her onto her back, letting her head hit the soft cushions on the side of the couch. He makes a noise of displeasure when the movement causes her shirt to slide back down her chest, and grabs the hem once again to shove it back up, like it’s essential for her tits to be out for this. She tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear as she stares up at him, the corners of her lips still tugged upward. She’s going to be the death of him.
He kisses her, first on the lips, then down her throat, sucking at her pulse-point until he hears her heart speed up. He then moves onto her chest, mouth latching onto one of her nipples. She squirms underneath him, one hand rushing to his hair as the other grasps onto one of his hands. He squeezes it in return as he leaves a red mark on the side of her breast before tracing it with his tongue.
“Clark,” she whispers, “Lower.”
Who’s he to keep her waiting?
He drags her pants down her thighs in a single, swift motion, thumb pressing against her clothed clit. She cries his name out and attempts to move her legs. Her attempt is unsuccessful because he didn’t pull her pants down completely, keeping her ankles trapped. She whines in complaint, making him laugh.
“Sorry,” he says, taking them off completely, this time along with her panties—which are soaked. He feels it when he places them behind him. “You’re so wet, Lo.”
“Oh, really?” She asks sarcastically, even through rapid breaths. “Didn’t know.”
He grins, “You just have to one-up me, huh?”
“Just hurry up, Smallville.”
He then very eagerly dips his head between her legs, relishing the scent of her before diving in. He licks a long stripe up her pussy, from her entrance to her clit, and she’s already writhing, moans escaping her throat endlessly. He moves his hands to keep her hips pinned to the couch, and she digs the heel of her foot into his back as she groans, trying to tell him to just let her move. Clark likes seeing her so needy, but he also wants to make her come already, so he lets go of her hips and lets her grind against his mouth, humming appreciatively as his mouth and nose get covered in her slick.
“Clark,” Lois whimpers at the vibration. “Faster.”
He makes his breath colder and blows on her clit before speeding up, tongue lapping at her cunt like she’s all that matters.
“Fuck, Clark, oh my god,” she gasps, fingers tightening in his hair, “Yes, like that—”
His tongue circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure she needs before he starts to suck softly, making her hips jerk against his face. Her thighs shake as they lock around his head and she sobs, her eyes starting to glisten. Her cunt clenches around nothing, and Clark quickly slips a finger inside her, moving them at a steady pace, carefully curling to stroke the spot that makes her hips lift up every single time. It works the same this time, and he can tell that she’s close already when her thighs clamp around his head and she starts to grow warmer against his tongue.
He sucks on her clit harder, and his eyes dart up to meet hers. She doesn’t break the contact for about five seconds, but then, her eyes are averting elsewhere, behind him, towards the window.
He knows why. He heard him come in, but he wouldn’t have needed to. He can sense his presence anyway; the presence of another Kryptonian.
“Clark, he’s—”
“Do you want me to stop?” He barely lifts his head. When Lois stays silent and her gaze travels back to him, he mumbles, “He can watch,” before getting back to work.
His fingers move faster, at a pace that’s humanly impossible. Lois pulls his hair and covers her mouth with her free hand to stifle a scream. He reaches over and grabs her hand, taking it away from her face, trying his best to tell her with his eyes that he wants to hear her. He takes a moment to look at her again. Clark’s own heart starts to race when he sees how wrecked and beautiful she looks, and he gets embarrassingly close to coming in his pants at the sight. He looks down to stop himself and his tongue starts to move at the same pace as his fingers, circling her clit. Her legs start to tremble uncontrollably and she arches her back as her orgasm crashes over her.
She moans his name when she comes, and he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to stop thinking about the sound for days. He works her through it, still licking, and he doesn’t stop until she tries to push him away when she’s overstimulated. He takes his mouth off her clit with a pop and watches her come apart. His fingers stay inside her until she’s done, enjoying the feel of her walls pulsating around them. He’s pretty sure his lips are shiny and his chin’s wet and sticky, but he doesn’t care. He’s hypnotized by the sight before him.
When he’s sure she’s done, he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before looking over his shoulder at Ultraman. He’s just standing there, eyes stuck on his girlfriend, and Clark feels that familiar irritation bubble inside of him. He almost wants to hide her from him, but he decides that he should play nice for Lois.
“Perfect timing.” Clark tells him. “You got to watch her come for me.”
He nods, just once, eyes still on her.
He turns around and looks at her again, eyes automatically softening when he does. She raises her head to look at Ultraman. “Hi,” she says, breathless and exhausted from her orgasm. “I’m Lois.”
He hums, “I know.”
Lois sits up and finds her pants, fishing a purple hair-tie out of one of the pockets. She gathers up her hair and ties it into a loose ponytail. Clark reaches over and wipes off the sweat on her forehead as he watches her every movement, searching for any hint of doubt as she looks at Ultraman with wide, curious eyes.
“You can, um,” she starts hesitantly, a little shy, “..Get naked.”
He does, his shirt coming off first. He then tilts his head to take off his belt, long hair slightly blocking the view of his face. It’s strange seeing him in normal clothes, but he’s a literal clone of Clark, so wearing normal clothes might be the least weird thing on the list. Lois turns back around to face Clark and leans in to kiss him. He returns it, tongue slipping in her mouth, letting her taste herself, and then he closes his eyes and gets lost in it, lost in her. When she pulls back, he leans forward, chasing after her lips. She laughs and turns her head so he gets her cheek instead. Before he can try again, she grabs his arm and gestures to the armrest.
“Lie down.”
Clark grins and scoots back to lie back against the armrest, legs spread out so she can get between them. She does just that, knees digging into the couch cushions, and when she reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, he instinctively lifts his hips up to help her pull them down. His head falls back against the armrest when she ducks her hand under his briefs and wraps her fingers around his cock, making him groan and grab her wrist like he’s afraid she’s going to stop. Lois swats his hand away, and he lets her, obedient, and his hips lift up once again to let her tug his boxers down.
“Lois, please,” Clark whispers.
“I know.”
She smiles at him and kisses his cheek, and he immediately melts into her. His breaths come in small pants when she wraps her fingers around his cock once again. He’s already so affected even though she’s barely moving her hand, just pumping ever-so-slowly like she’s purposefully trying to make him go insane. A trail of pre-cum leaks out of him and streams down the side of his cock, dripping onto her fingers, and she lets go of him suddenly. He wants to complain about it, but before he can, she’s licking him off her fingers and he’s speechless once again. She’s the only one who can get him this weak.
Lois climbs up onto his lap and hovers over him, knees on either side of him as she grips onto his shoulders for balance. She then looks over his shoulder, and he follows her gaze.
His eyes find Ultraman, who’s tugging his pants off. In a few seconds, he remains in just his underwear. He looks at Lois, cheeks a little flushed, looking nothing like he usually does. Clark gathers that he’s also having trouble down there from the very-evident bulge in the front of his briefs.
“Okay. C’mere. Get the lube.” Her index finger moves to point towards the container sitting on the coffee table.
Ultraman reaches them in two strides and grabs the bottle of strawberry lube before handing it to Lois. She takes it from him and pops it open before reaching behind herself to pour a generous amount of it between the plump cheeks of her ass. Clark helps her, leaning forward before moving his hand to spread the lube around her tightest hole, its fruity scent lingering in the air around them. She’s wet enough to take him in her pussy, and she’s used to that, but anal is different; they’ve only done it a few times, and every time, her grip around him was so firm that it took a while for him to even get inside her.
His middle finger presses against her puckered opening and she can’t help the moan that escapes her, even when she takes his hand away.
“Okay, enough of that.” She guides his hand to her pussy, instead. “You, here.”
He slides two fingers in immediately, then a third, stretching her out.
“And you,” Lois continues weakly, clenching around his fingers as she addresses Ultraman. “Get behind me.”
Ultraman climbs onto the other side of the couch, behind her. Clark sees his throat bob as he swallows, lashes fluttering as he takes in the sight.
Lois looks over her shoulder. “Not much of a talker, are you?” she asks, before she gestures to his underwear, “Take that off.”
He does, and once it’s completely off, she squeezes the bottle to get some more lube on her palm before she extends her arm and strokes his cock once, twice, getting him wet and ready for her.
“Perfect,” she smiles, “You’re just as big.”
Clark watches his expression over Lois’ head when he hears his breath hitch, studying him to make sure that he doesn’t even attempt to make a move that would bother her. He already gets terrified about something happening to her when it’s just them. Now that there’s someone else who’s just as strong as him, he feels worse. He knows Ultraman isn’t all terrible when he isn’t under the control of a terrible person, but he’s used to being violent. Once again, Clark wonders if this is really a good idea.
But then he sees the way Ultraman looks at Lois when her gaze moves from between his legs to his face. His cheeks are flushed, his lips are slightly parted, and his eyes are filled with lust and adoration. He feels just a tiny bit relieved, choosing to believe that Ultraman wouldn’t harm someone he looks at like that. Clark wonders if every version of him falls for Lois Lane. It wouldn’t be surprising.
He isn’t all relieved, though, obviously. He doesn’t exactly feel great about Ultraman looking at his girlfriend like that.
Lois eventually lets go and tells him, “You can touch me when you’re inside me. Like, um, hold onto me or something. And we can stop any time if you’d like.”
“I wouldn’t want to stop,” Ultraman says bluntly.
Clark doesn’t see her face, but he knows she’s smiling. She says, “Okay. But don’t be afraid to ask for something.”
Clark watches the other man’s gaze drop to Lois’ lips in response to her words. Irritation builds up inside him once again, and he can’t stop himself from cutting in:
“You aren’t allowed to kiss her. That’s only for me.”
Lois turns her head to look at him, shaking her head in amusement. Ultraman’s eyebrow twitches, and he looks annoyed at him, but he agrees with a small sigh and a, “Fine.”
Lois turns back around completely, wiping her lube-coated fingers on Clark’s thigh. She smiles, pendants of her necklace cool against his collarbone as she leans in to speak softly against his mouth. “Behave.”
“I’m behaving.”
“Oh yeah?”
“You’re mine. And I’m yours, not him,” he huffs, stubborn. “You weren’t going to kiss him anyway.”
Lois scoffs. “Of course not. But I could’ve told him that myself.”
“Saved you the trouble.”
“You can be such a brat,” She snorts. She pecks him on the tip of the nose, eyes softening when she looks at him and asks, “You are still good with this?”
A rush of guilt starts to replace his irritation, because really doesn’t want to ruin this for her. “Lois—”
“Hey, I’m not trying to make you feel bad. Don’t feel bad. Say the word and it’s done, I promise it’s not too late.” Her thumb traces his bottom lip. “You’re more than enough for me.”
“No,” he says quickly, “No, I know that. I just want you to feel good.” He kisses her jaw, hearing her heart quicken. “And it’s pretty hot that you want to take two mes at the same time.”
“Oh, so this is an ego thing?” she teases.
He smirks. “Maybe.”
Lois shoves him in the shoulder, then shoves him harder when he ows, pretending it hurts.
In a few seconds, she edges back a little, sitting on his thighs and putting the bottle down before using both hands to touch him. Her fingers wrap around his cock, one hand closer to the head with its thumb swirling the tip while the other strokes him lower. Just as his cock twitches in her hold, she lets go, giggling at the frustrated expression on his face that instantly disappears when she brings her index and middle fingers to his lips. They’re slick from the lube, and the sweet taste takes over Clark’s senses when he takes them into his mouth, moaning around them as he holds her intense gaze.
“Hey,” Ultraman interrupts, “I’m still here.”
Lois pulls her fingers out, much to Clark’s disappointment. “Don’t worry. I didn’t forget. Just give me a second.”
She reaches between her legs and slides the very same fingers inside herself, and they glide in easily because of the combination of his spit, the lube, and her own juices. Mostly the latter. She curls them, and then before Clark knows it, she’s pulling them out and lining herself up with his cock. The head nudges her entrance, parting her folds before she sinks down onto him shakily. He tips his head back, groaning out loud because he’ll never get tired of this. His cock fills her up inch by inch until she’s fully seated on him, her pussy warm and tight around him.
She doesn’t lift herself up just yet, taking her time to get used to the feeling.
“Fuck,” she digs her nails into his shoulders. “You always fill me so perfectly.”
“Take your shirt off,” Clark mumbles, unable to take his eyes off her, dazed.
She pulls her top over her head and tosses it onto the floor, once again blessing him with the sight of her breasts.
When she’s trembling less, her head spins around to look at Ultraman. “You, here.” She bends forward, her head falling into Clark’s collarbones as she perks her ass up. She gestures to where she wants him with one hand as the other stays on Clark’s chest, thumb and index pinching his nipple. “Fingers first.”
Ultraman inches closer to her and keeps a firm hold on her hip before bringing two fingers to her rim, rubbing slow circles around the tight ring. Clark hears the wet squelch, followed by Lois’ soft whimper.
“Be gentle,” he warns, even when he’s gripping the edge of the couch, unable to think of anything except how incredible she feels. “Stop if she tells you to.”
With a curt nod, Ultraman slowly slides a finger in her ass, causing her to exhale shakily at the intrusion. Clark wraps his arms around her torso to keep her close to him as he feels her pulse grow loud and strong in his ears. Her hands curl into fists as she drops her head onto his chest, breathing turning erratic when Ultraman adds a second finger, and then a third.
“Fuck,” she breathes, “Yes, that’s— ngh, that’s good.”
She clenches harder around his cock whenever Ultraman pushes deeper. She rocks forward onto Clark, then back against Ultraman’s fingers, the sensation making her tremble from head to toe. Clark brings a hand to her chin and lifts it up to make her look at him. He cups her cheek and uses his thumb to wipe away the small tear forming at the corner of her eye because of the intensity.
“Relax,” he tells her, still caressing her cheek. “Breathe.”
Lois listens, taking deep, steady breaths before she buries her face in his neck. She straight up whines when Ultraman scissors her open and stretches her out, cursing under her breath and whispering something that’s incoherent even to Clark, like she can’t think straight anymore. It takes her a minute to lift herself up and start rolling her hips. She grinds her clit against his pelvis with the movement, the hard ridge of his pubic bone rubbing her swollen bud. The friction coaxes a low, satisfied moan out of her.
“Enough.” Her voice shakes as she addresses Ultraman when he tries to get a fourth finger inside her. “Enough of that. I want your cock now.”
The man doesn’t wait any longer. He withdraws fingers and wipes them on one side of her ass before he pushes into her. Lois’ mouth falls open when he does so, jerking at how deep he goes in one thrust.
Clark’s reaction is immediate. “Be careful—”
“No, n-no, it’s okay, I can take it. Mm, I’m so full.”
“Are you sure?” Clark asks anxiously, resisting the urge to hiss when her walls flutter around his length.
“Yeah. Can you move?”
His hips snap up in response, and she cries out, nails digging into his chest. If he were human, he’s pretty sure he’d be bruised up from all the times she does things like that—to his chest, to his back, to his neck, sometimes even his thighs. He wishes she could do that. He always acts like he doesn’t understand why Lois likes it so rough, but if she had powers, he’s pretty sure he’d want to go further with that, too. It would be nice, being under her control. In terms of strength, he means; in every other way, she already has power over him.
“You too,” she says weakly to the man behind her, and Clark slows down, not wanting to overwhelm her before the main event even starts.
She grunts when Ultraman starts moving inside her. He’s slow at first, pushing in and retrieving far too gently until she tries to speed it up herself, impatient. He takes the hint and suddenly, he’s plunging himself in, making her drop forward onto Clark’s chest once again, breasts against his chest as a guttural sound escapes her throat. Clark’s grip on her tightens, and he keeps her still as he drives his cock up into her. She screams, muffling it against his skin.
“Cla—”
He interrupts her with another thrust that makes her gasp and squeeze her eyes shut, a broken wail leaving her throat. He dreads for a second that he might’ve actually hurt her, but then she whispers:
“Please.”
His pulse picks up, “Look at me.”
She does, and he immediately gets her lip on his, their teeth gently clinking together when one of Ultraman’s particularly hard thrusts makes her slip ahead just a little.
“Faster,” she pleads to the two of them when she pulls away to bury her face in Clark’s neck, “Faster.”
That’s all Clark needs to hear before he starts to slam up into her repeatedly, making sure he’ll feel her tomorrow, hips jerking up to meet hers. He and Ultraman find a perfect rhythm, one of them sliding in when the other slips out, not giving Lois a second to relax.
“Oh,” she gasps, “Oh my god—”
Clark sits up a little higher and she moves her head to rest her forehead against his. He reaches for her clit, rubbing tight circles, making her shiver. “Look at you,” he whispers, “Taking us so well. You’re doing so good.”
“Clark,” she sobs.
“But you’re only taking him well because he’s me,” he murmurs, and he knows it’s mean to say but he’s too lost in it to care. “You’re mine.”
Lois nods, “All yours, baby.”
Clark kisses her before he speeds up, going even harder than before, and he feels dizzy from how good it feels, but all he’s focused on is how Lois feels. Ultraman meets his pace and Lois’ breathing turns ragged, which tells him she’s close. There’s also the fact that she isn’t speaking properly anymore. There’s only broken little moans, gasps, and half-sobs that sound like please and more and fuck. The slower movement of her hips lets him know that her legs are going weak, so he slips his hands to her thighs and tells her, “Let us take care of it.”
When he meets Ultraman’s gaze, all he says is, “Just keep up with me. Don’t go faster.”
She writhes in his arms when they start to do all the work, and they’re moving so fast that he doubts she can comprehend it anymore—it’s not a superhuman speed, but she seems too absorbed in it, too overwhelmed to process anything. He pinches one of her nipples as his length grinds hard against her clit with every upstroke. In seconds, he feels it.
“I’ve got you.” He presses the words into her lips as she comes with a silent cry.
Her walls pulse wildly around the two of them, pussy clenching so tight around Clark’s cock that it triggers his own release. He spills deep inside her with a groan of her name, the heat of his release making her shudder once again. He floats, literally floats for a second and she lets out a yelp, grasping onto him. He grabs the armrest and brings himself down before they go higher than a few inches. Lois is panting, lying on his chest, shaking uncontrollably and covered in sweat. She’s perfect, he thinks, keeping her tucked close to him.
Ultraman pulls out of her and comes on her back as he curses under his breath.
“Want another?” Clark asks, reaching between her thighs to graze his thumb against her clit.
She shakes her head. “I’m spent.”
Ultraman gets off the couch and starts putting his clothes back on. Clark kind of feels bad about using him like this. The man did fully agree to it during the very awkward ‘Do you want to have sex with my girlfriend’ conversation that they had, but Clark can’t help but feel a little bad, even after all the annoyance. When he sees a happy twinkle in the eyes of the clone, though, his chest feels lighter. Not that he isn’t still a bit uncomfortable.
“Thank you,” Ultraman says when he’s clothed again, eyes flickering to Lois.
Clark nods slowly, but then says, “..This was a one time thing.”
“I know.”
“I appreciate that you made her feel good, but you can’t hit on her.”
“I won’t.”
“She’s mine.”
“I know. You said that. Many times.”
“Okay. Good.”
With that, their company leaves, and Clark’s left with just the love of his life. She hops off him when he’s softened, his cum trickling out of her. She grabs a tissue and cleans her back before getting up to discard it. When she’s back, she asks him quietly, exhaustion in her voice, “Blanket?”
He returns with a blanket and a few softer pillows in a second, and they lie down on the couch that they seriously need to clean, cuddling up together.
As he listens to the beat of her heart like it’s a lullaby, he questions, “You liked that, right?”
“Mmhm. But you’re enough,” she mumbles. “I love you. Just you.”
“Love you too,” Clark tells her, smiling when he notices that she’s already starting to doze off. “Only you. Always.”