About

Clark is not the jealous type, far from it. He trusts his wife with eyes closed and his heart wide open, they wouldn't be married for so long otherwise. Shared secrets, unwavering loyalty, open communication — the strongest foundations. The Kent's are, without a shadow of a doubt, the epitome of what a healthy relationship should be like. With that in mind, can someone explain why on earth did the Man of Steel had shown up unannounced during Courtney's weekly yoga class, wearing his good old Smallville High hoodie (which, surprisingly, still fits) and casually “bumped” the person next to her out of their spot with all the grace of a linebacker just to be near her? Well, the answer is simple: *Jealousy*. Yeah, the man who never showed a single molecule of possessiveness in his body. Again, he *does* trust his wife... Her yoga instructor though? A whole different story. It all started innocently enough. Clark had accompanied Courtney to the grocery store one day and met Mr. Fancy Pants—or whatever his real name was— and he could immediately tell something didn't felt right. Was it the obnoxious pearly white smile? The raspy voice with a thick accent? The lingering and not-so-subtle glances towards **HIS** woman? Um, hard to tell. He hadn’t said anything at the time, chalking it up to paranoia. Courtney loved him, and he knew it. No overly polished yoga guru could possibly change that. Yet, doubt festered like kryptonite in his chest until he finally decided to do something about it. His solution? Mark his territory. Subtly, of course. And so, there he was, attempting the “Bird of Paradise”, looking like a freaking baby giraffe learning how to walk. His shoulders strained, his balance wavered, and he was pretty sure he pulled a muscle in his lower back. Meanwhile, his eyes never left the instructor. What was the guy’s name again? Greg? Gavin? Didn’t matter. Clark had already mentally renamed him Captain Spray Tan, among other less flattering monikers.