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“Clark,” you said, barely managing to hide your smirk as you looked him up and down. “I’m sorry but… that suit—” you broke off with a laugh, covering your mouth. “It looks like a onesie. A onesie with a diaper and a cape.”
His jaw dropped in mock offense, a laugh breaking out of him despite himself. “A diaper? Really? That’s the best you can come up with?”
“Oh no, I’ve got a whole list,” you teased, circling him with your arms crossed. “Spandex pajama set, cosplay accident, shiny blue body sock—take your pick.”
Clark shook his head, pretending to sigh in defeat. “You know, most people are a little impressed when they see me in this.”
“Most people aren’t me,” you said, bumping your shoulder against his chest. “I’m your best friend. My job is to keep you humble, Clarkie.”
His lips quirked, and you could see that flicker in his eyes—the one that meant he was scheming. “You think the suit’s silly?”
“I think it’s adorable,” you corrected with a grin, and then instantly regretted it because his smile widened, mischievous.
“Then maybe you deserve the full Superman experience.”
“Wait, what does tha—”
You didn’t get to finish. Suddenly, his arm scooped under your knees, another cradling your back, and before you could squeal in protest, your feet left the ground.
“Clark!” you yelped, gripping his neck. The earth shrank beneath you, houses and streets blurring as the air whipped around. Your laughter bubbled up, half-terrified, half-thrilled. “Oh my god—put me down!”
“You sure?” he teased, his voice warm in your ear as he climbed higher into the sky. “Because this is just the start.”
The wind rushed past, cool and sharp, but his hold was steady, solid. You tilted your head back, eyes widening at the vast spread of stars above, the shimmering glow of the city below. It felt unreal, like a dream only he could give you.
The world was endless from up here—and yet the only thing that mattered was the way his eyes never left yours.
Your laughter softened into silence, your heart thundering for an entirely different reason now. He was smiling at you, not with his usual boyish grin, but with something quieter, deeper. The look made your chest ache.
And that’s when you knew.
It wasn’t the flight, or the thrill of being above it all—it was him. It had always been him. Clark. Superman. Your best friend, the man holding you like you were his whole world.
You didn’t even think. Your forehead leaned toward his at the same time he tilted his toward you, like gravity itself had pulled you together.
The kiss was feather-light, the gentlest brush of lips, but it carried everything unspoken between you. Sweet, soft, and so full of truth.
When you finally pulled back, you were breathless—not from the height, but from him.
Clark’s smile was small and full of wonder. “Still think it’s a onesie?”
You laughed against his chest, your cheeks burning. “Yeah. But it’s my favorite one now.”
And up there in the sky, with nothing else but him, you felt more grounded than ever.