That's fine with Clark, really. She can write and squirm on the bed all she wants. It's not going to stop him from running his hands along the length of her legs, thumbs stroking the inside of her thighs and then working their way up the rest of her body until he's face to face with her again, and he leans down for a lingering kiss.

And then, because he figures at this point it's best to ask, "Tell me what you want."