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]

“Well I’m not busy right now,” he said, leaning in to kiss her again, only more passionately this time. He hadn’t even really meant to but he’d moved in quickly and a desire in him just flared up to kiss her more, to thread his fingers in her hair and just drown in her. He could hear her heart beating and smell the scent that was unmistakably her, faintly of her horses but also her soap and skin. He wanted to memorize every part of her, like she might just disappear at any moment.

[lefey]

If he could hear her heart, he could certainly hear it race the longer their lips pressed together, the more he touched her. Morgana wanted him in a way that wasn't at all born of mere quick desire but long years of knowing him, of loving him from the start. She presses herself as close as she can, her hands trailing over his back, hesitating at the line of his underwear, though sorely tempted to keep going.

Restraint wasn't Morgana's strongest trait, that's for sure.

[smallville_guy]

“You don’t have to stop,” Clark said, guessing at her hesitation and appreciating it. He’d been embarrassed before but once they had started kissing that had definitely all gone away and if they pressed any closer Morgana might feel just how eager he was.

“I just... don’t have a lot of experience,” he admitted. Normally that would be embarrassing but it was Morgana and he had always felt comfortable with her. “My heat vision used to go off when I got aroused which was... kind of a problem.”

[lefey]

'I set fire to a rubbish bin if it's any consolation.' because making out in a back alley and letting a boy stick his hands in her knickers hadn't been the best decision and apparently her magic meant to tell her as much.

That or the mix of fear of getting caught and the thrill of doing something she shouldn't had been quite flammable.

Clark's permission sets her at ease and her hands find their way lower, finally getting to touch that magnificent backside of his. Only for a minute, as Morgana suddenly has an idea.

'Hold that thought, I'll be right back.' and as quickly as she appeared, Morgana was gone. Only returning several minutes later to take his hand and take him with her.

When they rematerialise, they are some ways out from the farmhouse, though still on Kent land, beneath one of the few trees not entirely surrounded by corn. In the time she was gone Morgana had made them a sort of makeshift tent, mostly out of long, translucent curtains that don't do much to block out the stars and certainly not the thick glow of the moon. The curtains are held up by the tree branch, the trunk makes up the back of the little home and the floor is piles of soft , expensive blankets and pillows.

'Here. Neither of us have to worry about destorying anything.'

[smallville_guy]

Clark groaned a bit when she got her hands on his backside and was about to return the favor when she suddenly just... disappeared. He wouldn’t have looked for her except he was suddenly freaking out that he’d crossed a line or upset her. She hadn’t looked upset but Clark was so unsure about this sort of situation. Peering over his glasses it took him just a moment to spot her. Smiling to himself he stopped watching and just waited.

When she returned and brought him to the tent he couldn’t help but smile even more.

“It’s perfect,” he said, turning back to Morgana to kiss her again, so overwhelmed with gratitude for what she’d done that words didn’t seem sufficient.

[lefey]

His lips were sweet, they were something Morgana could quickly find herself accustomed too. As was the easy comfort of being in his arms. Her own arms loop around him, tracing his skin with a lazy sort of pleasure that she rarely had the chance for, her lips parting easily.

Eventually, her hands drifted back to his bum, giving him another fond squeeze.

[smallville_guy]

The noise Clark made when she grabbed his bum surprised him, somewhere between a groan and a growl. He kind of liked how it sounded. Clark definitely liked how she touched him and he couldn’t help but press himself against her more, trying to get more touch, more contact. He kissed her with a growing passion that made him feel a heat behind his eyes. Clark didn’t let that stop him though, tongue teasing her own.

Eventually his own hands moved down to grip her backside, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut tight just in case his heat vision kicked in.

[lefey]

There's a feeling of utter delight that flutters in her chest when he makes that noise, even more as he presses himself against her with only her clothes and his underwear to separate them. Maybe it's a bit hasty, for them to come together in this way. Something born of the excitement of not being alone anymore, of being able to use powers without flinching in fear of what might come next.

Or maybe it was long overdue, all the times her eyes had lingered on him as he restacked the hay or went out with her and the horses. The times she had stolen his shirt after jumping in a pond, claiming not to want to freeze to death but partially just wanting to have an excuse to stick around, to breathe in his comforting scent.

Morgana presses back into the kiss, her hands moving so her fingers can entwine in his hair, so she can lean up closer even as he grabs her bum in a bit of playful retaliation.

'You taste so good...'

[smallville_guy]

Clark wasn't really thinking that this was hasty at all, not with the way they'd been so comfortable for so long. Even as they got older and drifted apart Clark had never thought of her as estranged. Or maybe it was just knowing that someone out there could understand a bit of what he went through, of having to hide who you were. Or maybe it was just because Morgana was gorgeous and Clark was a healthy young man. Whatever the reason it didn't occur to him that things were moving too fast. No, as her fingers threaded through his hair he was pretty sure they were moving at a fantastic pace.

"You feel... better than anything I've ever felt," Clark said, hands sliding up a bit, fingertips brushing along her skin just inside the hem of her shirt.

[lefey]

'Perhaps you should keep sliding your hands up, then. Just to be sure.' she says, standing on her toes so she can whisper it in a purr against his lips. So she can nip playfully before kissing him again.

She may not be just in boxer briefs, but there's not much keeping Clark's hands at bay, no bra beneath her loose t-shirt, no knickers if his hands decide to venture south beneath her jeans.

[smallville_guy]

Clark made the noise again, although it was due just as much to her whispering in his ear as it was to the encouragement to move his hands higher. The encouragement was nice though because he was torn about how obvious it seemed the eventual outcome was and not wanting to go to fast. So the encouragement was appreciated and his hands moved hip higher, surprised to find bare skin there.

“Am I the only one wearing underwear?” he asked, arching an eyebrow before sucking in a breath at the way her soft breast felt against his rough hands. Her nipples even almost tickled a bit on his palms. Clark was aware of Morgana's reputation as a bit of a... wild child at times so it wasn’t entirely out of the range of possibility that she wasn’t wearing any undergarments at all.

[lefey]

'Yeah, but you're only wearing underwear... and you were waiting for me.' Morgana points out, grinning. 'Besides, you should've seen how much I wasn't wearing when I got up forty minutes ago.' there was almost a twinkle of amusement in her eyes, though her voice wavers slightly as his hands touch her breasts. He's gentle, light, it teased her and compelled her to press closer, wanting more.

[smallville_guy]

"I- I didn't know if you'd come, I was- I just went to bed like normal," Clark said, face flushed as he stumbled a bit over the words, distracted over the thought of Morgana wearing nothing at all. It was ridiculous because he had his hands on her chest, squeezing her breasts just a bit, but somehow her teasing tripped him up. He liked it. "I'd like to see what you're wearing tomorrow morning though... or afternoon for you. I'm trying to say I want to fall asleep with you. And wake up."

Yeah, he was real great at this.

[lefey]

'I'm sure we can tire each other out...' it shouldn't make her smile to watch him trip over his words like a schoolboy, yet it does. Like perhaps unlike most of the men or even the women she took to bed he actually cared about what came out of his lips, not just if it was enough to get her to strip.

'I would like to spend the night.' she adds, wishing at least briefly that she could float, but having to settle for leaning up to press their lips together. 'We have a lot to... discuss.'

[smallville_guy]

Clark wanted to point out that he didn’t get tired but that absolutely wasn’t the point right now. The point was that she was so close and touching him and he was touching her back. The point was that he’d been in love with Morgana ever since he could remember and now she was right here with him.

“You plan on doing a lot of talking?” He asked, kissing her back as his thumbs brushed against her nipples, wanting to see what sort of reaction that got.

[lefey]

'I mean, I'm sure we can fit some in and talking isn't all done with your words, Clark.' she teased even as her voice got lighter, almost falling into a gasp.

'I have a lot of time.' she didn't, really, but she could text Arthur and tell him to cover when she got a second - he wouldn't be up yet, anyway. Brushing her fingers over his jaw, Morgana lets a little flicker of magic jump from her fingers, teasing his skin like a gentle feather lovingly dragged over him.

[smallville_guy]

Clark gave a little laugh as her magic danced along his skin. It felt so unlike anything else he’d felt but he shouldn’t be surprised, Morgana had always made him feel things that no one else had. Everything about her was magic, literal and figurative.

He leaned in and gave her another long, slow kiss as he just got used to the sensation of her. He wanted to kiss her so much he could feel the absence of her when their lips weren’t touching. He wanted to memorize every inch of her and get lost in the knowledge.

“I have a lot to say then...”

[lefey]

It's like every dream she ever had and tried to ignore, to feel him pressing so willingly against her, to know his taste, the firm grip of his hands that still manages to be gentle. That beautiful laugh that has always warmed her cheeks.

'Tell me everything.' Morgana whispers as she pulls him back, ducking inside her gauzy, makeshift tent without letting go of Clark, her hands merely sliding down his body, tracing ever line they come across.

[smallville_guy]

“You’re my happy place,” he said, leaning down and pressing his forehead against hers as he closed his eyes. He listened to her heartbeat, the familiar pulse of it. He matched his breath with her own so that it rose and fell at the same time. Clark just enjoyed the nearness of her that he’d always wanted but never quite had.

“When my powers were first really developing it was hard to deal with. I could suddenly hear and see everything. I would just close my eyes and think of the times I was with you because I remembered everything so clearly it helped me learn to filter out the present. Sometimes it would be so bad I’d lock myself in my room and the only thing that would get me out was when I was told that you were visiting.”

[lefey]

Oh, Clark, she thinks, because god how many times had she tried to gauge his interest in her only to come up empty because he didn't seem to treat her any different to how he'd treat anyone else? How many times had she done some especially dangerous feat on her horses, perhaps out of a vain hope to impress him or make him stare at her for a few moments?

Morgana's heart quickens as he talks, more than once she had been caught by his father crying in the stables when she should've been hundreds or thousands of miles away. Here she had felt safe in the absence of her father. Here there were no big men who shouted or shook her, no one waiting to call her a monster or ask how she got there. Clark's easy friendship had always been like a balm to her many wounds, his family like her own.

'A lot of those times I was "visiting" your Da found me in the barn...' or she'd had a strange feeling, a push to visit.

[smallville_guy]

Clark had stared at Morgana plenty. But maybe it was because it was in awe or with great affection since almost the moment they'd met that it didn't seem like it was anything special. And he tried to treat her just like he would anyone else because he knew what it was like to be treated as someone that was weird or stood out and he never wanted her to feel that way around him.

"He never said a word to me," he said, smiling just a bit. Because that was just like his father, to take a secret like that to his grave if Morgana had made him promise not to. Clark had never thought anything odd of the times Morgana had seemed to show up out of the blue, he'd been too excited about her surprise visit to care. When he knew she was going to come it was even worse, he'd be so anxious and excited it drove his parents nuts. "But I always liked your surprise visits. Watching you ride or falling asleep watching a movie. Throwing popcorn at each other. Do you remember that time we argued for hours over how to pronounce "aluminum" until you tickled me into submission?"

[lefey]

'Well if I'd known your'd fancied me, Clark, I could've thought of some other ways to make you submit.' her smile was broad and devious. 'Besides, you were wrong.'

All those wasted times they'd had alone where they could've at least shared with each other about their real troubles, or explored each other...

'Here has been the only place I ever felt at peace since my Da died...'

[smallville_guy]

“I’d have done anything you asked,” he said, feeling his face grow just a bit warm at the admission. He wasn’t talking just about sex or something like that, his feelings for her went beyond that, but he meant that too.

“You can come here as much as you want,” Clark said, running his fingers through her hair as his lips brushed against hers. “I want you to come here a lot.”

[lefey]

'And wake up with me?' she asks, wondering if somehow she could manage a nightshift, as if Uther's company had those, or handle the American office more often. 'I have to warn you, I'm not a good sleeper...'

Yet somehow, Morgana didn't think Clark would mind, that he of all people might not be upset by her habits. At least it seemed she couldn't hurt him, which was more than she could say for most.

[smallville_guy]

“And wake up with you,” she said, lips smiling against her mouth as he kissed her softly again. He liked that, liked the idea of her being there in his bed. Just being with her most of the time instead of it being so rare.

“And I don’t need much sleep. I can fly over to England... I can tire you out,” he added, the last part said as he tilted his head to nibble at her ear just a bit.