Fic: Yellow Roses I: Champagne 'N' Chocolate (1/1)
Title: Yellow Roses I: Champagne 'N' Chocolate
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Roses, chocolate, strawberries, and the boys.
Date Of Completion: February 13, 2007
Date Of Posting: February 13, 2007
Word Count: 380
Disclaimer: DC owns ‘em, I just play with ‘em.
Author’s Notes: Written for the World’s_Finest Challenge #9: Chocolate-Covered
Strawberries. I did write half of the Challenge even before it was posted
( Morning (I): At The Manor) and couldn’t resist adding the chocolate! ;) The entire series can be found here.
“What’s all this?”
Clark’s eyes were wide as he walked into the hotel room, a veritable bower of roses.
Yellow roses?
“Why yellow?”
Bruce lit the yellow tapers in gold candlesticks on the table that was covered with a
snowy-white linen tablecloth. The candlelight flickered over his face, highlighting his
dark hair.
“Because, in the language of love, yellow roses are friendship.” He poured a bottle of
champagne. “We started out as friends, so I thought that it might be appropriate.” He
handed a fluted glass to Clark.
Clark took it, willing to drink one glass on Valentine’s night. He had been surprised
at the invitation. He was the sappy one, not Bruce. He had fully expected that Bruce
would dismiss the holiday as consumerist nonsense, and then go on his usual patrol.
Then Bruce had called and said to meet him here. Figuring a case needed his attention,
Clark had gone to the Hotel Denholm, one of the oldest hotels in Gotham. The old
architecture was very different from Metropolis but had its charm.
“So, patrol later?”
Bruce shook his head, his eyes shadowed. “Batgirl and Robin volunteered to do it all
tonight.”
“Ah.” Clark’s senses detected more than just the scent of roses. “Is that chocolate I
smell?”
Bruce smiled slightly. “You do.”
“And strawberries?”
“Right again.”
Bruce walked over to the table in the corner of the room and picked up two ceramic bowls,
one capped by a decorative lid. He brought them over to the table, the strawberries red
and juicy in the open bowl. He lifted the lid on the other bowl and the smell of rich,
dark chocolate filled the air.
Clark’s mouth watered. Of all the heavenly foods on this Earth he loved, dark chocolate
and fresh strawberries were two of his favorites.
Bruce dipped a strawberry into the chocolate and offered it to Clark, who opened his
mouth and tasted heaven, part of which was Bruce’s fingers lingering in his mouth. He
gently sucked on the chocolate-covered fingers. Bruce’s smile was a wonderful reward.
Clark picked up a strawberry, dipped it, then found his fingers tingling within Bruce’s
warm mouth.
They exchanged more sweet treats, then Clark drew Bruce to him, inhaling the scent of
roses, chocolate, strawberries, and Bruce.
Valentine nirvana.