Lois & Clark
Clark tried not to annoy Lois a lot. He really did. He loved his wife, and he was grateful for everything she had ever done for him. Yes, sometimes he was purposely a pain in the ass, but most of the time? It was purely accidental. Which... still wasn't frequently.
He gasped softly as Lois called him a bastard, but returned her kiss. He knew she hadn't meant he was a bastard -- she never did. "I am not sure. Want me to be your wingman, though?" he asked, snickering softly. "I can tell them all about how great you are and what a good wife you'd make them one day..." He pressed his lips against hers once more. "And what a good kisser you are..."
A small smile appeared when Lois called him cute. "Of course I want to be your husband, Lois. I will always want to be your husband. I have not once regretted becoming so." He would be there for her as long as she would have him, and she knew it.
"Laura might be home? Or she might be out with Lucky or Logan or... maybe we should check on her." Not that Laura really gave them much trouble. He then arched an eyebrow, and leaned in to kiss his wife once more. "Let me see if Laura can go to Logan's tonight so we can have the house to ourselves..." he said, kissing her again.