Sleepy Clark
Lois and Clark sat at their dining table, doing research for work. Clark sat on the side of the bookcase, and Lois sat on the other side, diagonal to him. Her chin was propped up on her fist, and she sipped a mug of tea. Clark blinked sleepily as he stared at his laptop screen. Slowly, his eyes drifted shut. Lois looked over her laptop at him and smirked. His head lolled down so his chin touched his chest. Suddenly, he jolted awake, blinking rapidly, and she laughed. He grinned abashedly at her.
"Tea?" she suggested.
"Yeah, that might help," he mumbled as he stood up and walked to the kitchen.
He returned with a mug and drank half of it. Several more minutes passed, and his eyelids started drooping again. He rubbed them with his right hand and downed the rest of the tea. A few minutes later, however, his chin was back on his chest. Lois bit her lip and chuckled silently before focusing on her work again.
When she was finished, she closed her laptop, grabbed her mug, and quietly got up. She took a shower, put on her pajamas, and returned to the front area to check on Clark. He was awake and typing energetically. He glanced over his shoulder at her.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
She walked over to him.
"You're exhausted. You should come to bed."
She stood behind him and rubbed his shoulders.
"Perry's gonna kill me if-"
"He's more annoyed when you're zombieing around the office than when you're half-a-day late for a story. He likes you too much."
He heaved a sigh.
"I'll be done soon."
She quirked her lip.
"Suit yourself," she said and kissed the top of his head.
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Clark flew off immediately after work the next day. Late that evening, Lois went shopping and came back to find him passed out on the couch, still wearing the suit. He lay face down, with his head turned to the left, mouth open, and arm hanging over the side. She smiled as she crept into the kitchen to set the bags down. It was times like these when she wished she could take a picture.