The first few times you'd fallen from a height, it'd been terrifying. In fact, the very first time Clark had spent at least a week trying to calm you down (many forehead kisses were included). But by now, it'd become almost comical.

Four large goons circled you, leering down at you as their boss (who didn't reach above 5 ft.) cackled in front of you. For the poor little man's sake, you reframed from rolling your eyes. He'd obviously tried really hard to put this together.

"Superman's girlfriend is sure to be the key to his downfall." The short man giggled.

"Do you know how many times I've heard that this week?" You mumbled.

"Silence whore!" He screamed, smacking you across the face.

'There's a new one' You thought, making a mental note to write that down.

"Now we send her overboard boys!" The man snickered. One of the large, ugly goons opened the airplane door. The next thing you knew, you were being tossed through the open air before you could make a witty comment. There was a brief moment of serenity before your body made contact with a rock. Well, a rock. More like your boyfriend.

"Hi darling!" You yelled over the wind.

"Afternoon sweetheart! Hold on tight!"

You readjusted yourself while Clark did his thing. Holding you (rather awkwardly) in one arm while flying back up to the bottom of the plane, grabbing the plane and sending the plane towards the ocean like a football.

Clark snorted as the plane propelled away from you, safety tucked in your boyfriend's strong arms. "What are you laughing at?" You ask, lightly smacking his chest.

"Falling from the plane again? How typical of you." He teased, raising an eyebrow.

"It's your fault!" You stuck your tongue at him.

"You're the one that got kidnapped." Clark argued.

"Yeah, but you're... I don't know you. You're a butt."

"Well, if I'm a butt, I suppose I don't have arms." He smirked. Then he dropped you like a hot potato. There was a long thirty seconds where you could have sworn you witnessed your own birth.

For the second time in twenty minutes, you hit a human rock, but this time, you landed bridal style.

"You asshole!" You screamed, repeatedly beating your fist against Clark's chest while he laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. That was a jerk move." He said after he finally managed to stop laughing.

"You're lucky I love you Clark Kent." You pouted.

"Well, I mean, I am pretty cute." Clark winked.

"Shut up and kiss me." You grumbled.

Clark obliged, gently grasping the back of your neck and leaning in. His lips were soft against yours. You ran your hands through his raven black hair. It was the prefect moment.

"Am I forgiven now?" Clark asked, giving you his biggest puppy eyes, causing you to roll yours. But you gave in the same.

"Take me home and get me some ice cream." You winked, kissing his cheek.