Summary: in which Clark takes care of his girlfriend who’s on her period.
Warnings: period cramps, mention of throwing up (but not described), reader is topless but not in a sexual way so like non sexual nudity.
A/n: wrote this quickly while we wait for the results of this. This is short and not very great but anyway.
It was almost seven in the afternoon, the sun was slowly setting in and it was starting to get dark.
Today had been a busy and stressful day and Clark wanted nothing more but to get to the apartment and spend the night with you.
As soon as he finished work he headed out of the building and walked to your shared apartment. He knew you were already home since your work as a fashion intern finished at five in the afternoon.
He expected you to be watching some silly show or baking in the kitchen, but when he stepped into the apartment he only found silence. He knew you were there because he could hear your heartbeat.
With light and silent steps he walked into the bedroom.
He was greeted with the sight of you laying down in your bed with the pink sheets you had absolutely chosen and he had accepted to sleep in every night wrapped tightly around you, and your little rabbit Coco making you company. The only light illuminating the room were the sun rays that were slowly starting to disappear, and the room smelled like vanilla and roses thanks to a candle you had lit.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Clark sat at the edge of the bed, his hand resting softly against your head.
You groan and bury your face against his side. “My tummy hurts.” You pout.
“Oh, baby. Have you taken your pills?” You nod while he lays with you on the bed, hugging you and putting you tightly to his body.
He took in the sight of you, hair a bit messy, eyes red, skin more pale than usual, your chest which was bare, and a pair of pink pijama pants.
“Where’s your shirt, doll?” You point to the floor where an old t-shirt from Clark was.
“My nipples hurt.” You say with a pout.
“I see. Are you hungry, or do you feel like you have to throw up?” He presses a kiss to your temple.
“No, I’m hungry. I wanted crepes but I don’t know how to make them.” You say on the verge of tears.
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll make them for you.”
“You’ll do that? You’re so sweet, Clarkie.”
Clark chuckles and helps you stand up.
“Let’s put you the shirt on, it’s cold, baby.” He picks up the shirt from the floor and helps you put it on.
You both make your way to the kitchen, he takes your hand and you press your body against his, while on your other hand you’re holding Coco.
He picks you up as if you weigh nothing, which to him you do, and sits you on the counter while Coco rests at your lap.
The sight of him cooking for you which he always does and the tea he has prepared you while you wait, makes you very tired and sleepy.
“All done, princess. How about we eat the crepes in the couch while we watch a movie?” He turns around holding a plate full of chocolate crepes and with the other hand he helps you get down from the counter and leads you to the living room.
The lamp in the corner of the room and the light from the TV are the only source of light in the living room.
In the centre of the living room was a grey couch decorated with pink and floral cushions and little pillows in the same color theme along with a collection of fluffy blankets, again, decorated by you. When you moved in Clark let you decorate the apartment however you wanted to, he knew it made you happy and he didn’t care how the apartment was decorated.
Clark sits on the couch with you by his side and Coco in your lap while you both eat the crepes. Clark puts on “The Notebook” since he knows it is one of your favorite movies.
When you finish eating he lays on the couch and makes you lay down too. He hugs you from behind, pulling your back against his chest and circling his arms around your waist and setting his hands on your tummy. You hug Coco close to your chest.
An hour later, Clark looks down and sees you and Coco asleep. He picks you up bridal style and walks you to your room.
He lays you down and you stir awake.
“Clarkie?” You try to open one eye but fail completely.
“Shh, doll go back to sleep.” He says sweetly while laying down. Once he is settled down on the bed you climb on top of him and snuggle your face to his chest. He chuckles as he runs one hand up and down your back and the other one rests on your head.
“Mmm. You’re so warm.” You say more asleep than awake.
Clark chuckles. “Yeah? So what, you’re going to use me as a human heater?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah okay, baby. Sleep well.” He presses a kiss to your head.
Symbols for the Chiss Ascendency and Nine Ruling Families
For thousands of years it has been an island of calm within the Chaos. It is a center of power, a model of stability, and a beacon of integrity. The Nine Ruling Families guard it from within; the Expansionary Defense Fleet guards it from without. Its neighbors are left in peace, its enemies are left in ruin. It is light and culture and glory. It is the Chiss Ascendancy.
Când sunt cu tine simt ca pot sa ma exprim cum vreau, sa ma comport normal. Nimic in lume nu ma poate împiedica sa fiu fericită. Câteodată sunt reținută. Nu vreau sa stric momentul. Mâna ta îmi atinge ușor obrazul sub clar de luna. Singuri, întinși pe iarba. Îți place sa ma asculti vorbind despre ultima carte citită. Îmi place sa te ascult povestindu-mi ce ai făcut azi. Ma uit la tine și nu îmi pot da seama... când trece timpul? Acum suntem tineri, fără griji. Dar cum va fi când răsăritul va veni?
