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.

Comments

[lefey]

'If you think I'm gonna let a farm boy tell me I can't tease him just because he gave me orgasms and is quite super, you've got another thing coming for you.' even as she teased, she nuzzled him, pressing herself closer.

'You're too cute for your own good.'

[smallville_guy]

“Okay, but you can only keep teasing me if I can keep giving you orgasms,” he said, smiling at her before leaning in to kiss her cheek. He could feel his own face grow warm at the compliment but he liked hearing it, liked that she felt comfortable enough to say things like that. How many years had he wished to hear something like that from her?

“And if I am that cute I intend to use it to my advantage.”

[lefey]

'Mmmmmn, you're already using it to your advantage, and I'm not going to argue against orgasms. I love the feeling of you inside of me.' Morgana all but purrs, stealing a kiss from his lips.

[smallville_guy]

"You can have as much of that as you want," Clark promised, chasing her kiss with another of his own. He wanted more of this, more of her. Not just because of the intimacy either although that was a big part of it. Clark wanted it because it felt absolutely amazing.

[lefey]

'First, though, I think we should have that nap.' or at least she should. Morgana was still tired beneath him, if their places had been switched she would've curled against his chest and nodded off already.

[smallville_guy]

"Nap sounds good," he said, kissing her one last time before he shifted so that he was next to her. He immediately wrapped his arms around her though, wanting to keep her as close as possible to him. Part of him was worried that this was a dream and if he let her go she'd disappear like a wisp of smoke.

[lefey]

'Mmn I had really meant...' she moved, rolling onto him and then dragging him with her, teleporting them back onto his bed as their little tent outside packs itself away and their clothes land in a pile on his floor. 'here.' not that the bed matters much to her, what with her head resting on his chest instead of any pillow or mattress.

[smallville_guy]

The sudden change in location was startling. He was used to moving quickly but it was still moving. Going from one place to another quickly was not the same as going there without any time in between. It was strange but certainly not in a bad way. It was convenient if nothing else.

"Here is good too," he added, arms still around her. "Wherever is fine so long as you're there."

[lefey]

'Mmmn well if your mother finds us, you're the one who gets to explain.' though perhaps Martha would wonder not at it happening, but that it didn't happen sooner....

She nestled herself comfortably against his chest, where she could listen to the steady thrum of his heart.

[smallville_guy]

"I'm pretty sure she'll piece together what's going on," Clark pointed out, not really all that concerned about his mother finding them. If anything Ma might be relieved that he's finally with someone. Besides, he's too busy playing with Morgana's hair to really think much about anything else.

[lefey]

'Mmmn well... you still get to explain mr mysterious notes in the apples.' she was tired, though, having gotten up very early to see her horses and after all their excitement she finds herself drifting off to sleep easily, comforted by his warmth.