By: all-about-that-fandoms

"God I'm so late. Y/N! Have you seen my shirt? The blue one that I set with the black jacket yesterday?" Clark's slightly panicked voice from the hallway caused you to smile as you sat up from the warm bed you were currently laying across.

"Clark. Come here," you called, almost immediately Clark was standing outside of the bedroom door looking rather dazed and slightly frazzled as his hair was a bit of his mess and his glasses crooked.

"What?" he asked, pulling his foot up to try and tie the lace as he watched you motion a hand over your body.

"Is this is?" you asked while his eyes roamed over your covered figure. Clark groaned and dropped his foot

"Yes that is. May I have it back now?" he asked, taking a few steps into the room until he was standing beside the bed. You raised a finger to your chin, tapping thoughtfully as you looked over his bare chest.

"I think I like this view more," you decided, reaching out to lightly run your hand across his toned stomach. Clark rolled his eyes as he reached his hand out to the top button on the shirt, easily popping it out.

"Right now, I can't. I have to get to work, I'm already late," Clark insisted as he unbuttoned the next button, exposing more flesh to his eyes as you continued to stare up at him.

"How about I take it off but you don't put it on," you suggested, leaning forward so that his fingertips pressed against you.

"Is there a special reason as to why you're wearing my shirt?" he asked, voice growing huskier as he unfastened the next button.

"I wanted you to take it off me," you answered honestly causing him to stop his travel to the fourth button and look back into your eyes. He seemed to mull the sentence over in his head before looking at the digital clock on the beside table for a moment.

"Might as well, I'm already 5 minutes late, they can deal with another hour or so."