Unheard Conversations
Title: Unheard Conversations
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Bruce/Clark; various
Characters: Various
Word Count: Varies (none of them are long)
Rating: PG (for the most part)
Warnings: None
Synopsis:
Conversations are strange at best when you don't know how they start, what people are talking about, and just how misconstrued some conversations are when overheard by others.
( Conversation One ) -
Where we warp a famous Children's Book. Word count: 1,447 (slightly taboo)
( Conversation Two ) -
In which mine is Bigger than Yours. Word count: 956 (Extremely suggestive)
( Conversation Three ) -
In which positions are discussed. Word count: 1,125 (Really Suggestive! lol)
( Conversation Four ) -
In which Perry learns not to ask Questions. Word count: 1,229 (Just plain silly.)
( Conversation Five ) -
In which Cultures Kiss Violently. Word count: 1,582 (Racial. Taboo? A lil' bit.)
( Conversation Six )-
In which lunch is an explicit ordeal (Food innuendo!) Word count: 1,975
( Conversation Seven )-
In which Clark is the Twinkie and Bruce is a Cupcake.(Just plain sexy sillness!) Word count: 1,577
The next conversation -
Conversation Eight - In which we're not talking about it. (I wonder what IT is.) Word count: 902
Unheard Conversations
Conversation 8: In which we are not having a conversation
“No. No way.”
“Oh come on Clark!”
“We are not having this discussion, Lois.”
Clark was steadily making his way down the street, coffee in hand and briefcase in the other. His brow was furrowed, a slight frown twisting at his lips as he walked off with heat to his step. Lois’s quick strides in her heels could leave many a woman envious, but it served her purpose in catching up to him. He pointedly ignored her tugging hand on his suit jacket, snorting at her light laughter bubbling to the surface. It wasn’t funny.
“Oh come on Clark, it’s not that bad,” she teased.
“Not talking about it!”
“You’re going to have to…it’s only natural.”
He yanked his jacket from her hand. “Are you insane or something?”
“A little…but that’s a good thing. Oh, please…you act like it’s such big deal! It happens to everyone!”
Clark couldn’t be sure about it. Still, “We’re not having this conversation.”
“Yes we are.”
“No. We’re not.”
“Oh yes…We are!”
“What are you two dunderheads going on about now?”
Clark stopped two steps shy of bumping into the red-head with the camera. Jimmy. Jimmy looked between the two of them, yelping a bit when Lois swung past Clark to take hold of Jimmy’s arm around her own. “Jimmy, please tell Clark that it’s perfectly natural.”
“W-what’s perfectly natural?”
“Nothing!” Clark hissed, glaring holes into Lois. “It’s nothing, we’re not talking about it. Can we go now?!”
“Wait, what? Did I miss something?” Jimmy questioned.
“Clark, I’m telling you, you’re worrying over nothing,” Lois said. “It happens to all men now and again. Jimmy, tell him!”
“What are we talking about?”
“Something happened to-“
“Nothing happened to me!” Clark denied. “Okay? It’s over. Done. Can we move on with our lives please and not have this conversation?!”
Jimmy blinked several times. He turned to Lois, jerking his thumb at Clark. “What happened to him?”
“Well-“
“Lois!”
“What?! It’s not like Jimmy wouldn’t know about it.”
“Why would I know about it?” Jimmy asked Lois, speculation sure as light in his eyes. “Don’t lump me in the same category. I might not know.”
“Oh Jimmy…you know about it.” Lois patted him on his head gently. “You’re young, your virile…you’ve done it several times I’m sure.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened like saucers. “Oh, we’re not talking about that!”
Clark threw his hands up in the air. “Thank-you!”
“You’re too sensitive about this,” Lois muttered. She put her hands on her hips. “Really, it’s not that embarrassing.”
“How would you know?” Jimmy exclaimed. “It doesn’t work the same way for you as it would us, and again…we’re not talking about this. Just drop it Lois. Before we all die of embarrassment.”
Clark nodded his head eagerly. He so wanted to drop it now before a certain car pulled up looking for him. Lois clucked her teeth in annoyance, flipping her hair back with an idle hand. “It’s not that big of a deal…” She let it drop, thankfully, at least until the sounds of a Black Maserati came roaring into the picture. They weren’t but so far from the building they worked at, and coming out here to get their daily run of morning coffee wasn’t unusual. What was unusual, as Jimmy and Lois watched curiously, was for a certain billionaire playboy to park by the curb, and hop out of the fancy expensive car wearing nothing more than casual clothing and a pair of ray-bans.
“Dude, is that Bruce Wayne walking up to us?” Jimmy asked softly.
Clark swallowed the lump in his throat. “Um…it might be?”
“I wonder what he wants,” Lois mused. “Or why he’s here…”
They found out rather quickly, Clark blushing to the high heavens as Bruce walked up to him, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I thought I’d find you here.”
“Yeah well…you found me,” Clark mumbled. “You want something?”
“An answer.”
“….now?”
“Now.”
“….fine. Yes. Happy?”
“You’re sure?”
“Did I not just say yes?!”
“You did. Just making sure.”
Clark thought that would be the end of it, but Bruce had to do something more. He grabbed his hand, yanking him close enough to lose his handle on the coffee and his briefcase. Soft lips found his, and Clark forgot about whatever they were talking about.
Jimmy’s eyes rounded to a new diameter.
Lois snickered to herself.
“So…we were not, not talking about, that, right?” Jimmy asked. He didn’t think people could do that with their…, but he was being proven wrong. Quickly at that. “Not…the other thing?”
“What other thing?” Lois purred.
Jimmy knew when to run, and he ran with Lois laughing after him, “Now that is more than normal, Jimmy!”
The boys pulled themselves together, Bruce smirking and Clark flushed and fixing his glasses. “So…I suppose you’re not, not, having a conversation?” Clark nodded. Bruce found it endearing, and kissed his cheek. “Oh, it’s normal.”
“See, I told you!” Lois exclaimed.
“What’s not normal is when it happens to Lois.”
Lois frowned, hands back on her hips. “Okay…now we’re definitely not talking about it.”
“Not talking about what?”
Perry saddled up to them, sipping at his coffee and taking in the image of Bruce and Clark wrapped around the other loosely. Lois waved her hand off, grabbed Perry by his, and said, “Never mind.”
Can you guess what I was talking about? :)
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Bruce/Clark; various
Characters: Various
Word Count: Varies (none of them are long)
Rating: PG (for the most part)
Warnings: None
Synopsis:
Conversations are strange at best when you don't know how they start, what people are talking about, and just how misconstrued some conversations are when overheard by others.
( Conversation One ) -
Where we warp a famous Children's Book. Word count: 1,447 (slightly taboo)
( Conversation Two ) -
In which mine is Bigger than Yours. Word count: 956 (Extremely suggestive)
( Conversation Three ) -
In which positions are discussed. Word count: 1,125 (Really Suggestive! lol)
( Conversation Four ) -
In which Perry learns not to ask Questions. Word count: 1,229 (Just plain silly.)
( Conversation Five ) -
In which Cultures Kiss Violently. Word count: 1,582 (Racial. Taboo? A lil' bit.)
( Conversation Six )-
In which lunch is an explicit ordeal (Food innuendo!) Word count: 1,975
( Conversation Seven )-
In which Clark is the Twinkie and Bruce is a Cupcake.(Just plain sexy sillness!) Word count: 1,577
The next conversation -
Conversation Eight - In which we're not talking about it. (I wonder what IT is.) Word count: 902
Unheard Conversations
Conversation 8: In which we are not having a conversation
“No. No way.”
“Oh come on Clark!”
“We are not having this discussion, Lois.”
Clark was steadily making his way down the street, coffee in hand and briefcase in the other. His brow was furrowed, a slight frown twisting at his lips as he walked off with heat to his step. Lois’s quick strides in her heels could leave many a woman envious, but it served her purpose in catching up to him. He pointedly ignored her tugging hand on his suit jacket, snorting at her light laughter bubbling to the surface. It wasn’t funny.
“Oh come on Clark, it’s not that bad,” she teased.
“Not talking about it!”
“You’re going to have to…it’s only natural.”
He yanked his jacket from her hand. “Are you insane or something?”
“A little…but that’s a good thing. Oh, please…you act like it’s such big deal! It happens to everyone!”
Clark couldn’t be sure about it. Still, “We’re not having this conversation.”
“Yes we are.”
“No. We’re not.”
“Oh yes…We are!”
“What are you two dunderheads going on about now?”
Clark stopped two steps shy of bumping into the red-head with the camera. Jimmy. Jimmy looked between the two of them, yelping a bit when Lois swung past Clark to take hold of Jimmy’s arm around her own. “Jimmy, please tell Clark that it’s perfectly natural.”
“W-what’s perfectly natural?”
“Nothing!” Clark hissed, glaring holes into Lois. “It’s nothing, we’re not talking about it. Can we go now?!”
“Wait, what? Did I miss something?” Jimmy questioned.
“Clark, I’m telling you, you’re worrying over nothing,” Lois said. “It happens to all men now and again. Jimmy, tell him!”
“What are we talking about?”
“Something happened to-“
“Nothing happened to me!” Clark denied. “Okay? It’s over. Done. Can we move on with our lives please and not have this conversation?!”
Jimmy blinked several times. He turned to Lois, jerking his thumb at Clark. “What happened to him?”
“Well-“
“Lois!”
“What?! It’s not like Jimmy wouldn’t know about it.”
“Why would I know about it?” Jimmy asked Lois, speculation sure as light in his eyes. “Don’t lump me in the same category. I might not know.”
“Oh Jimmy…you know about it.” Lois patted him on his head gently. “You’re young, your virile…you’ve done it several times I’m sure.”
Jimmy’s eyes widened like saucers. “Oh, we’re not talking about that!”
Clark threw his hands up in the air. “Thank-you!”
“You’re too sensitive about this,” Lois muttered. She put her hands on her hips. “Really, it’s not that embarrassing.”
“How would you know?” Jimmy exclaimed. “It doesn’t work the same way for you as it would us, and again…we’re not talking about this. Just drop it Lois. Before we all die of embarrassment.”
Clark nodded his head eagerly. He so wanted to drop it now before a certain car pulled up looking for him. Lois clucked her teeth in annoyance, flipping her hair back with an idle hand. “It’s not that big of a deal…” She let it drop, thankfully, at least until the sounds of a Black Maserati came roaring into the picture. They weren’t but so far from the building they worked at, and coming out here to get their daily run of morning coffee wasn’t unusual. What was unusual, as Jimmy and Lois watched curiously, was for a certain billionaire playboy to park by the curb, and hop out of the fancy expensive car wearing nothing more than casual clothing and a pair of ray-bans.
“Dude, is that Bruce Wayne walking up to us?” Jimmy asked softly.
Clark swallowed the lump in his throat. “Um…it might be?”
“I wonder what he wants,” Lois mused. “Or why he’s here…”
They found out rather quickly, Clark blushing to the high heavens as Bruce walked up to him, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “I thought I’d find you here.”
“Yeah well…you found me,” Clark mumbled. “You want something?”
“An answer.”
“….now?”
“Now.”
“….fine. Yes. Happy?”
“You’re sure?”
“Did I not just say yes?!”
“You did. Just making sure.”
Clark thought that would be the end of it, but Bruce had to do something more. He grabbed his hand, yanking him close enough to lose his handle on the coffee and his briefcase. Soft lips found his, and Clark forgot about whatever they were talking about.
Jimmy’s eyes rounded to a new diameter.
Lois snickered to herself.
“So…we were not, not talking about, that, right?” Jimmy asked. He didn’t think people could do that with their…, but he was being proven wrong. Quickly at that. “Not…the other thing?”
“What other thing?” Lois purred.
Jimmy knew when to run, and he ran with Lois laughing after him, “Now that is more than normal, Jimmy!”
The boys pulled themselves together, Bruce smirking and Clark flushed and fixing his glasses. “So…I suppose you’re not, not, having a conversation?” Clark nodded. Bruce found it endearing, and kissed his cheek. “Oh, it’s normal.”
“See, I told you!” Lois exclaimed.
“What’s not normal is when it happens to Lois.”
Lois frowned, hands back on her hips. “Okay…now we’re definitely not talking about it.”
“Not talking about what?”
Perry saddled up to them, sipping at his coffee and taking in the image of Bruce and Clark wrapped around the other loosely. Lois waved her hand off, grabbed Perry by his, and said, “Never mind.”
Can you guess what I was talking about? :)