For Morgana

[smallville_guy]

Clark liked his job. It made it easy for him to still attend community college and help out on the farm. It was considerably smaller now after his father died. His mother had insisted on it, even though Clark had insisted that he could keep up the farm and do all his school work but she wouldn't hear it. She had insisted that he have something of a social life, even though most days Clark was fairly sure that most days he'd be just fine missing out on that.

"People are great, but hard to interact with, right?" Clark asked, reaching out to pet the large horse in front of him. He leaned in a bit more to let it snuff at him before he held out his arm to take a selfie of himself and the horse. It was less a selfie and more of a "horsie" - which sounded weird - though so he took a few more pictures of just the horse before he sent them off to Morgana.

Clark's father had helped Morgana's dad pick out horses when they were younger. Apparently they'd been friends for years right up to when Morgana's father had died. Jonathan had continued to look after the horses for Morgana and when he died Clark took over the job. Honestly he thought that she probably could have gotten someone else to do it for her but the money was definitely appreciated. Sometimes Clark wondered if Morgana wasn't doing it just to help out- like Jonathan had done when she had died.

Either way, Clark was grateful for the job. Which is another reason why he'd never approached her about the fact that he knew she sometimes came to visit the horses in the middle of the night. Normally that wouldn't be a problem except that she lived in England. And the only reason that he knew she had come because of his super hearing, so it would be an awkward conversation at best.

But what if? What if Morgana could do that because she was like him? He couldn't not at least look into it a little bit. From everything that he could tell Morgana was human, although he was sure that to x-ray and microscopic vision he might appear the same way.

So Clark had decided to leave it in Morgana's hands. That night before heading in Clark hung a bag of apples on a post where she'd be sure to see it in the stables. On it was pinned a note:

M-

I didn't give them a treat today. I figured you might like to do it tonight.

-C

If she wanted to talk to him about it then she could. If not... then he would just let it go. For now.

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[smallville_guy]

"I think you're over dressed though," Clark murmured through the kiss, feeling her jeans rub up against him. It was such a simple movement but it drove him absolutely crazy and he wanted to feel more of her, to see and feel every inch of her. He remembered exactly how she looked curve hugging jeans that she sometimes wore when she visited and all the things it made him think of. Reaching between them he unbuttoned her pants, sliding a finger around the waistband just to enjoy the feel of her skin.

[lefey]

'I'm sure you can fix that problem, Clark,' she says softly as runs her fingers through his hair. Morgana hummed her approval as he slipped his hand under the very edge of her jeans. Clark would only find skin there, no lace or silk or cotton to impede his hands from touching her.

One of her hands slid back down from his hair, trailing over soft, smooth skin and strong muscles until she could lightly wrap her hand around his cock.

'I've dreamt of this... touching you, feeling you pull off my clothes...'

[smallville_guy]

Clark gave a happy, grumbling sound as her fingers moved through his hair. It was the sort of thing that he didn’t even know that he really liked until she had done it. Clark imagines he was going to be experiencing that sensation a lot with Morgana.

His own hands came back around to unzip her jeans, more than a little excited to find that there was nothing under her pants. He pushed them down just far enough so that he could slide his hands down inside the back of them and grip her ass.

Then all brain function ceased as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and he gave another moan. His fingers gripped her backside a bit harder but other than that all he could think of was her hand touching his cock and how good it felt.

[lefey]

Not wanting to trip herself, Morgana wriggled the rest of the way out of her trousers and stepped out of them so that she was standing bare before him, just as much as he was for her. There was a quiet, pleased noise as he grabbed her arse, his skin feels so good against hers.

She continues to tease his cock for a minute, wanting to hear those little noises, see his reaction but it's not so long before she gently tugs one of his hands so she can pull it between them and press his fingers over the wet warmth he has caused between her legs.

'You can touch here, too, if you like.'

[smallville_guy]

"Sorry, distracted," he said, smiling against her skin as he ducked his head sheepishly. Then he was completely lost in the feeling of her, in how she was so wet against his fingers when all he'd done to her was kiss her. It was almost overwhelming and he couldn't help but feel a little excited by that.

His fingers moved around, tracing every line of her wetness, exploring the way she felt and how she reacted to every little touch of her folds. It was enough to push the feeling of her hand around his cock to the background somewhat so that he could focus on the task at hand. Finally, once he was sure he'd memorized the feel of her, he pressed his fingers into her a bit more and waited for the reaction.

[lefey]

He might have only kissed her, but touching him made Morgana feel warm, tasting him had only made her wetter and if she hadn't been so determined to let him undress her she might've touched herself well before he got too.

God, she thinks, it was worth the wait. his fingers feel so good as they circle and trace her folds as if he was trying to memorise every part of her before he decided what to do. It keeps her waiting, longing, steals soft sighs and little moans from her lips as he finds the best parts to touch and then finally he sinks his fingers into her causing a proper moan, her hips shifting forward, into his hand.

'God, Clark.'

[smallville_guy]

"I've dreamed about you too," he admitted, somehow the words coming much easier now that he's excited but focusing on her pleasure. Some of his inhibitions are stripped away by his arousal but also by the focus on her, like he doesn't want to devote too much brain power to anything but her. Plus, it's much less embarrassing to admit you've had sex dreams with someone when you had your fingers up inside them.

The sounds she was making were almost intoxicating and he wanted to hear each one again and again but then he found a new place to touch and a new way to excite her that made a new sound and he couldn't stop. Clark wasn't ignorant of anatomy when it related to sex, he just lacked the practical experience. Now though, his fingers teased and searched inside of her, exploring all of her but looking for that one little spot, her clit, that would supposedly drive her wild.

"A lot, actually."

[lefey]

'What did you dream we did?' she asks, her voice warm and light, eyes half closed as she worries her bottom lips between her teeth. She wants to kiss him, wants to feel him sink his cock into her, wants so, so many things and still, she waits with all the patience she's sure she doesn't have. She lets herself enjoy the feeling of his fingers sinking into her. God. His fingers are inside of her. Just the thought makes her heart flutter, pulse race, and then he brushes past what she can only assume he was looking for. She moans his name softly.

'Clark...'

[smallville_guy]

Triumph! Clark smiled as he moved his finger back to that little nub he'd felt at the top of her opening that had caused her to call out his name. He rubbed around it in a circle before moving his finger over it again, pressing along it as he rubbed and waited for whatever reaction that she had. Everything she did was so beautiful and there was something especially thrilling about his dreams literally coming true.

"Sometimes it was just laying next to you, looking at the stars, sometimes taking you flying, and sometimes..." he said, lips brushing against her ear before he kissed down her neck. "You pushing me back onto my bed and riding me..."

[lefey]

If what he wanted was to hear her moan his name, then he got it as he rubbed and teased her clit. She almost wanted to shake herself, as if this was some kind of dream.

Except dreams don't lean closer, leaving a trail of goosebumps as they travel over her skin, dreams have never felt this good. This right. Not even the ones she had about him.

'We could do those,' she says breathlessly as her fingers find their way to his hair, tugging it slightly to keep his lips close to her neck which arches up to meet him. 'You feel so good, Clark.'

[smallville_guy]

“Sometimes it’s bending you over in the barn,” he said, voice a bit shaky from the feel of her fingers in his hair and the nervous energy. Clark has never felt like this, not even the first time he flew could compare to what he was feeling now. It wasn’t just her body, the feel of his finger moving inside of her, but the ache he felt inside of himself and wanting her so badly and finally having that release. It was finding that missing part of himself.

“I’d wake up having met a mess, feeling so flushed... I was sure you could see it all over my face the next time we met.”

[lefey]

'If,' Morgana begins then pauses, trying to gather her thoughts over the almost irresistible feeling of his hands. 'If I had seen it in your face, Clark, you would've had me. Mmmn bent over in the barn, you say? Were my jeans shoved around my ankles? Did you imagine I was wearing knickers or not? Perhaps I was ready for you as soon as you pulled down my trousers...' her voice is uneven and Morgana isn't the surest which of them she's trying to undo in that moment.

'We could do that one, too.'

[smallville_guy]

"I want all of it with you," he said softly, pressing his forehead against hers as he worked his finger in and out her a bit faster now. While he had very little experience with actually having sex it was impossible not to pick up the idea that sometimes faster could make it feel better. Besides, he could hear the way her heart was beating, every little change in her breathing, he wanted to know everything about what her body was reacting to.

"Not just you bent over in the barn... waking up next to you, quick little kisses because we have time for more later, talking about what our day was like over food..."

[lefey]

'Sounds like you want to marry me, Clark.' her voice rises sharply on his name. 'Which can definitely wait until you've explored me at least... god... once.' Morgana's fingers rake through his hair as she tilts her head the little that is needed to capture his lips.

[smallville_guy]

Maybe Clark was over thinking it but "until after you've explored me" wasn't a "no". Not that he'd actually asked or was thinking that far ahead but he liked the fantasy of it, the idea that they could be together like that some day. It was hard for him imagine a life without her in it. But she was right, they had something to do first.

"I thought I was exploring you now," he said, smiling at the sound of her voice as he kissed her, pushing his body against her for more contact even as he moved his hand faster, finger thrusting in and out of her.

[lefey]

'Mmmn you are but, you haven't finished yet.' he'd barely begun, though he was determined, it seemed, to bring her undone like she had done to him before they went anywhere further.

His naked body against her own is tempting, she wants more of that, wants to learn every inch of his skin. Morgana just wants him and as his fingers work faster, harder. Her leg wraps around Clarks as they kiss, as her moans rise in pitch until finally, she cries his name again, her back arching into his body as she clutches at him to not fall over, her body trembling around his fingers.

[smallville_guy]

Clark had learned at a young age how to filter things out. Sounds and sights and smells, so that he could control what he allowed his world to become so that he didn't get overwhelmed. He'd never experienced it happening like this, how his entire world became Morgana. It was like nothing existed but the two of them. Kissing her became as automatic and necessary as breathing, the only sound he heard was the cry of his name as she came. Feeling her come around his fingers only made him want to be in her that much more, to feel what it was like to be connected to her so intimately.

"Morgana," he said softly, almost afraid that speaking too loud would shatter some sort of spell. "I want- I want to be in you. I want us to be a part of each other."

[lefey]

Her voice was shaky, uneven but it still sounds amused when she speaks. 'So pick me up, farmboy. Or lay down... or... whatever you do take me with you.' because she didn't feel like she was going to keep standing if he stopped supporting her.

[smallville_guy]

Clark slowly pulled his fingers out of her and then kissed her softly. As much as his body was aching for more part of him wanted this to be tender and sweet, at least at first, especially since once they got started control might be more difficult.

Picking her up in his arms he knelt down, laying her on her back. He took just a moment to look down at her, admiring how absolutely beautiful she was. Smiling he reached out and gently brushed some hair from her face.

“I love you, Morgana LeFey,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “Since I was 8 years old and I’ve never loved anyone else.”

[lefey]

She feels light in his arms as he picks her up, and thankful to not have to keep standing. The little makeshift bed she made them was soft beneath her body as she lazily stretched when he laid her down, watching him just look at her and enjoying it.

How many years had she wanted to at least see, just once, if this would feel as good as she imagined?

What she doesn't expect, in spite of the joke about marriage is his confession as he leans so close to her. It's too much. Not because she doesn't feel that in return but because she never said I love you, not to anyone but the horses and other animals who definitely couldn't say it back.

She watches him with wide eyes, and then leans up to kiss him, presses her body closer.

'I love you too.' it's quiet, but he'll have no trouble hearing her.

[smallville_guy]

It felt perfect, this moment. Close here with her, pressing to each other as they confessed their love. It was like something out of a story only it was real, it was actually happening. From the outside looking in it may seem like so much so fast, and maybe it was, but to Clark it had been a long time coming. The feelings and desires had been there so long they felt like they were every bit a part of him as his abilities.

“I love you. Always. And I need you like breathing,” he said, kissing her again before he took his cock in hand and slowly pressed it into her. It seemed like such a simple act but the way it felt, physically and emotionally, were almost overwhelming to him. His body trembled just a bit as he continued to lower himself as she surrounded him. She was so hot and wet and incredibly tight around him that it took his breath away.

[lefey]

She's glad that he doesn't stop to tell her how much he loves her for long, it causes a deep pink flush to her skin, a warmth she doesn't entirely know how to stop even before she feels him finally press his cock into her.

Morgana is wet, her body easily parted for him under him as he almost too slowly presses within her warmth. She lets him take his time, though she's tempted to wrap her legs around him as encouragement.

'You won't break me, Clark. I promise.'

[smallville_guy]

"I think all these feelings might break me," he said, the words a little more than a gasp as he worked in and out of her a bit, pressing more and more of himself inside of her. She might not have needed him to be so patient but Clark needed it for himself, needed to make sure that he didn't lose control. Every little motion felt better than the last and he was sure that if she hadn't gotten him off already he would lose it in no time at all. As it was it felt like it would be too much too soon. "You feel perfect. Like I was- ah! Like I as made to be in you."

[lefey]

'They won't,' Morgana promises, trying to soothe him as she gently strokes his face. What he says is both sweet and... well, innocent, to the point Morgana is tempted to try and flip them so he doesn't have to be in so much control, so he can just get used to the way it feels to press inside another body that's warm and wet and inviting.

Instead, she moves to capture his lips with her own, tugging him down to her as she rocks her hips just a little, a tiny encouragement.

[smallville_guy]

The touch of her hand was enough to calm him just a bit, to distract him just enough from the intensity of being inside her that it wasn't entirely overwhelming. The kiss helped even more, helping him focus on everywhere that their bodies touched and not just how his cock was buried in her, rocking back and forth as he got used to the sensation. When she pressed her hips up it helped him work into something a rhythm and before too long he was pressed completely into her. Not even flying could compare to this, to feeling her pussy wrapped around his cock. Sliding almost all the way out he pressed into her again, this time in one smooth motion.