the whole office knows you’re a flirt, but you only really have eyes for one guy. He happens to have eyes for you too. (or; you and Clark take turns making eachother jealous.) wc: 1.4k
David!Clark Kent x fem reader
“What are you eating, honey?”
Clark turns his head, mouth full. You’re speaking to him in that low, sweet tone you only use with him. It’s enticing, dangerously so.
He holds out his candy bar, pulling down more of the wrapper. It crinkles in his giant palm. “D’you want some?”
Now that he’s looking, you look away. It’s the name of the game. “Oh, I shouldn’t, babe. I’m watching my figure.”
“You-“ He chokes, flustered, and proceeds to descend into a coughing fit.
“Clark!” You squeal, and guilty of being a little amused, take the sweating plastic cup of iced tea you’ve been sipping on, scurry the three feet to his desk, and hand it to him. “Are you okay?”
Clark is red faced, whether from lack of air or pure embarrassment he’s not sure.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, neglecting your question. “You don’t need to watch anything. Sorry.”
You laugh, delighted. “I was joking, babe, I'm sorry. I’ll have some, would that make you feel better?”
He smiles up at you boyishly. “Maybe. Hey, you took my breath away.”
“One way or another…” You mumble, accepting a piece of chocolate.
Clark Kent is attracted to you, you’re sure of that much. Whether it goes past physicality you don’t know, but he’s not half as subtle as he tries to be. He’s a great mannered guy, but also just that. A guy.
Which is why even though his eyes don’t linger very long, they definitely still do. It’s more of a bodily reaction, and once his very well-trained brain catches on to what he’s doing, his handsome face will warm and subsequently turn away.
It’s like a game of cat and mouse, except you take turns being the cat and the mouse.
This morning, when you arrive at your desk, He’s at his beside it, but it's Lois who talks to you first.
“What was that on your story this weekend?”
You tilt your head. “Huh?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. How was your date?”
Clark had been minding his own business, but he’s certainly listening now. He’d been out attending to his affairs as Superman last night, got home late, and hadn’t had the chance to check his phone. He wonders if you’d notice if he took it out now, if he was really sneaky about it.
“Don’t grill me, it’s 9 AM.”
Lois takes a sip of coffee, which you really wish you had right now. “We’re journalists, we’re nosy! You shouldn’t post about it if you don’t want me to drill you.”
You sigh, and slump into your chair. “It wasn’t a date, I think. We split the check.”
Clark frowns at his computer.
“It’s fine.” You say, but it’s not, he thinks. “What about you, handsome?”
He shouldn’t assume you’re talking to him, that word can describe most of the guys here, but he turns to look at you, and is glad to see he assumed correctly. “What about me?”
“What did you do over the weekend?”
Clark knows it’s not a matter of just being included, you actually want to know. “Oh, nothing exciting.” A lie. “I was… y’know, busy. I called my ma, that was nice.”
How sweet. This farm boy is adorably out of place in this city of womanizers and check-splitters.
“Busy, huh. Are you cheating on me, honey?” You tease, expecting him to go his usual shade of pink and brush you off. Though, he’s gotten a lot better with your advances.
“I think I should ask you the same thing,” He says, a self-satisfied snicker leaving his lips. “Let me bring you your coffee.”
He stands, leaving his chair to spin in his absence, and leaving you with wide eyes, parted lips, and a little warmth of your own creeping up your neck.
Lois doesn’t stop giggling to herself until he comes back.
“I don’t want to see him.”
Lois snorts, amused. “Isn’t that a little dramatic?”
“Nope,” You lament, crossing your arms. Your head lolls dramatically against your chair, completely aware of the picture you’re painting. “…maybe.”
It’s definitely dramatic. In your defense, it’s not that you don’t want to see Clark himself. It’s the stupid giant colorful bouquet he came in with this morning. You’ve managed to avoid him all of ten minutes, but part of you knows this can’t last all day.
Jimmy watches pointedly, an equally amused grin on his face. “You’re pouting. Like, very visibly. It’s… depressing, man.”
You gasp, swiveling to face him. “Some of us actually have feelings, man.”
You are pouting, though. You can almost feel the frown lines forming on your face.
A sigh escapes your lips involuntarily. “It’s just, it’s a bit mean. I know i’m a flirt, maybe that’s the problem. He doesn’t think i’m being serious. I just- I thought we were getting somewhere, but I guess we aren’t.”
“You don’t know what the flowers are for,” Lois tilts her head, looking at you with what can only be described as pity. “Maybe they’re for Jimmy.”
You snort, burying your face in Jimmy’s shoulder. He pats your back awkwardly.
“He has a hot date during lunch or something, I just know it. I’m such a hypocrite. It’s just, why bring it to work and rub it in my face? It’s mean, he’s mean. I hate him.”
“But I will. I’m gonna move on. I’m gonna move on, right now. With you, Jimmy-“ You coo, squishing his face-
“Hey!” He laughs, not uncomfortably. “I’m not part of this.”
“You’re the most handsome guy in the world-“
The three of you look up like a group of guilty children. You’d probably rather it have been Perry who came in and walk out with a slap on the wrist, but of course it had to be Clark.
The situation is not really favorable, considering you’re practically half draped over Jimmy’s lap. You’ve decided he has a date later, so it doesn’t really matter, yet jump off him anyway.
He looks between the three of you. Clark is sporting an adorable little pout, and a furrow in his brow. And he’s still holding those dumb flowers!
“You’re not at your desks,” He surveys.
“You’re right, maybe we should get back to them,” Lois suggests, standing up, nodding at Jimmy to join her.
You gape at her, betrayed, and once they’re behind Clark’s back, she mouths one word to you. “Awkward.”
“Hey,” You shrug, smiling timidly up at him. “Morning. What’s…”
“Are you hiding from me?”
You frown, even though you definitely were. “Why would I hide from you, babe?”
“Because of these?” He asks, gesturing to the bouquet.
You can see it more closely now. Soft petaled roses, sweet asiatic lilies, and a few daisies you didn’t even know could be pink. There’s some limonium used to fill the spaces in between the bigger flowers. All complete in some newspaper and a pretty purple ribbon.
It’s beautiful. You might lose your breakfast.
“Is it a lot? I, I’m not really good at this sort of thing, sorry. Do you not like them?”
“Why would it matter if I liked them?”
He tilts his head, confused. “Because they’re for you…?”
You’ve never stood up so quickly in your life. “They’re for me?”
Clark is less bashful now, looking down at you fondly. A cautious step forward, paper crinkling under his arm just like the candy bar a few days ago.
“Of course they’re for you,” He says, “who else would they be for?”
You’re at a loss for words. Embarrassed at how hard headed you’d been, but most of all, deeply enamored. Clark Kent is giving you flowers. And really pretty ones, at that.
“I was gonna ask you to be my date to that charity gala next month,” He explains, pushing up his glasses with his free hand. “I know we’re there as journalists, but there’s still that dinner, and-“
The bouquet is immediately forgotten on the table, and Clark pounces at you with all the control of a starving man. His hands hold your face, gripping tightly but not overly so.
His teeth gnash into yours. It’s a funny thing, until it isn’t, and you’re really, truly kissing Clark Kent. Your coworker Clark Kent.
When you pull back for air, your hands finally have free space to wander. They crawl up his torso, choose to land on either side of his firm chest.
“I take it you liked the flowers,” He grins, strokes your cheek with his thumb.
“Stupid,” you giggle, beaming. “Come kiss me, handsome.”
Next time you see him, you definitely won’t hide.
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