The Downside of Being A Wayne

3 Soon

Much to the dismay of Clark, (YN) had practically begged him to use his superhuman speed to go home so that Bruce wouldn't catch her leaving the restaurant with him. Clark hadn't been very fond of her request, and as soon as she'd walk through the door to his apartment he would make sure to let her know. He strained his ears for the sound of her arrival and when Clark could hear her getting out of the car, he removed his glasses and rolled up the sleeves of his navy blue button-down. He listened to her tentative footsteps as she began ascending the stairs and once she had reached his floor, a self-satisfied smirk slid onto his face.

(YN) was standing at his doorstep with her fingers curled into a fist, ready to knock. She seemed hesitant, almost as if she could feel the tension awaiting her behind the thick wood. Clark saw her taking a calming, deep breath and chose that moment to swing the door open, causing her to drop her hand and shrink back. "Jesus, Clark!" (YN) let out a little laugh, "You scared me." He smiled apologetically, but she could detect a hint of mischief as she walked past him, into the apartment. "Are you okay?" (YN) asked, taking off her coat while eyeing Clark who was standing with his back to her, one hand still on the doorknob of the closed door. His broad shoulders moved in sync with his breathing, stretching his shirt taut over his muscular back. "Clark?" she tried again when he remained silent. He turned his head sideways and without looking at (YN) he growled, "I'm giving you 20 seconds to make it to my bedroom and undress." Her heartbeat sped up but there was no way he had said what she thought she had heard him say. "What?"

Instead of answering her, Clark started a countdown, and she nearly collided with a cabinet while she stumbled backwards before breaking into a run. "19. . . 18. . ."

(YN) kicked off her heels and unzipped her skirt with rushed hands and let if fall down her legs. Her cardigan and top were easiest to get off, and once she had pushed down her panties to the floor, all she had to do was unhook her bra. Just when (YN) had her hands on the straps, Clark's loud voice reached her ears, telling her that her time was up. She futilely fumbled with the clasps but he had already appeared right in front of her with a gush of wind. Not fair.

Clark gave (YN) a scolding look and gathered her wrists in one of his large hands behind her back meanwhile the other one undid her bra effortlessly. He spun her around and brought his mouth down to her left ear. "What am I gonna do with you, hm?" The way Clark's hot breath hit her skin sent a shiver down her spine. She knew he wasn't talking about her failing to take off her clothes within the given time limit. No, Clark was referring to (YN) putting off revealing their relationship to her brother. "I'm getting really tired of you keeping me a secret, you know?" he added, using his spare hand to pull down her bra. "I know," she whispered, gulping hard. "You have to talk to him," Clark answered, in an equally hushed tone, and cupped her right breast. "I know," (YN) repeated herself, and pressed her back closer to his front, her eyes falling shut.

"And when are you going to do that?"

A moan escaped her lips when he pinched her nipple and tugged on it. Clark felt her squirm in his hold and decided to release her wrists so he could attend to both of her breasts simultaneously. (YN)'s arms hung limply by her sides while she was reveling in his gentle assault, her bra now lying by her feet. "When, (YN)?" he pressed for a reply, fondling her more roughly. "Soon," she managed.

"That's exactly what you said the last time I brought up the subject, but here we are. Is there anything else that mouth of yours can do other than making false promises?"

(YN) immediately knew what he wanted from her, but she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Again. Clark had her speechless. There was a whole different side to him that she had no idea existed. This side of him was more confident, more in charge, and she welcomed it.