Fic: Falling Into Bed - VI | DCU/SR/BB | R | 6/6
Title: Falling Into Bed - VI
Fandom: DCU/SR/BB
Pairing: (this section) Clark/Bruce
Rating: R
Word Count: 590
Summary: (this section) During their weekend away, Clark ruminates over his previous stay at the Honeymoon Hotel and Resort. Bruce resolves to make him forget.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: This is the sixth (and likely *last*) in a series of ficlets written for several Valentine's Day challenges. This one is a direct sequel to II, and fits bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Valentine's Day Challenge and her 2008 DCU Fic/Art Chocolate Challenge. ^_^
Falling Into Bed - VI
Nuzzling into his neck from behind, Bruce stroked Clark's hair as they lay sprawled across the broad pink pillows next to the “Flames of Love” fireplace. It hadn't taken long for their lovemaking to migrate from the bed to the floor, but then they'd spent the next three hours there, celebrating their time away from their lives, both ordinary and costumed. It was such a rare treat for them.
“Penny?” Bruce asked, seeing the glint in Clark's eyes from the fire as the Kryptonian stared into the flames, absently licking the chocolate from a chocolate-dipped strawberry off of the Bat's fingertips.
“Hmm? Oh...” he replied, turning slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he looked back to the fire. “I almost fell into it.”
“Into what?”
“The fireplace. When Lois and I were here,” Clark admitted quietly.
Bruce frowned, picking a chocolate-dipped cherry off the tray in front of them and dangling it over his lover's mouth. “Intentionally?”
“What else would it have been?” came the little smirking reply, before Clark sucked the cherry into his mouth, leaving Bruce holding the stem.
“So... why?”
Clark chewed slowly, swallowed, and took a deep breath. “I... wanted her to find out, I suppose. I wanted to tell her... but I just couldn't. I think part of me just wanted to let her find out on her own so I could get away with being a coward. Since I wouldn't have been burned...” He shrugged slightly, picking a chocolate caramel and feeding it to Bruce over his shoulder.
The Bat sucked on his fingertips for a moment, regarding him with a wry look. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” he finally chuckled, imagining Clark tripping and falling hands first into the fire, all awkward and geeky, glasses askew.
“Yeah,” Clark smiled. “I have a pretty good idea.”
One corner of the Bat's mouth quirked up more mischievously as he picked another cherry to feed to Clark, and and he nuzzled some more into his lover's neck. “I guess it's pretty fortunate that I happen to know all your secrets, then,” he whispered against the soft skin there.
The Kryptonian shivered with the touch. “Y-yeah...”
“Now would you kiss me and stop talking about your ex?”
Clark groaned, arching as Bruce started nibbling beneath his ear. “Oh, God, I'm a horrible date, aren't I?”
“Not like this, you aren't,” the Bat whispered, a low purr rumbling in his throat. With a quick move, he rose from behind his lover and pressed him back into the pillows, sliding across his body to straddle his hips. Another wicked smirk, and he dipped a finger in the bowl of melted chocolate on the tray.
“Bruce...” Clark breathed, firelight flickering in his eyes again.
“Shhh...” the Bat cautioned, holding his hand above his lover's chest. Chocolate dripped down in slow beads, drawing a sharp breath of anticipation from Clark as the thick liquid pooled. Then the coated finger found skin, painting a leisurely path over pecs and down the mid-line of Clark's sculpted torso.
Bruce couldn't have been more pleased at the shivered gasps his lover loosed when his tongue followed, lathing a wet trail of sticky sweetness all the way down Clark's body. Hands caught his head, fingers twining into hair, and all thought of the past was lost as he reached his destination and proceeded to show Clark again just how much his every beautiful, perfect facet was loved and adored. For Bruce couldn't imagine how he'd ever believed otherwise.
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Fandom: DCU/SR/BB
Pairing: (this section) Clark/Bruce
Rating: R
Word Count: 590
Summary: (this section) During their weekend away, Clark ruminates over his previous stay at the Honeymoon Hotel and Resort. Bruce resolves to make him forget.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: This is the sixth (and likely *last*) in a series of ficlets written for several Valentine's Day challenges. This one is a direct sequel to II, and fits bradygirl_12's 2008 DCU Fic/Art Valentine's Day Challenge and her 2008 DCU Fic/Art Chocolate Challenge. ^_^
Falling Into Bed - VI
Nuzzling into his neck from behind, Bruce stroked Clark's hair as they lay sprawled across the broad pink pillows next to the “Flames of Love” fireplace. It hadn't taken long for their lovemaking to migrate from the bed to the floor, but then they'd spent the next three hours there, celebrating their time away from their lives, both ordinary and costumed. It was such a rare treat for them.
“Penny?” Bruce asked, seeing the glint in Clark's eyes from the fire as the Kryptonian stared into the flames, absently licking the chocolate from a chocolate-dipped strawberry off of the Bat's fingertips.
“Hmm? Oh...” he replied, turning slightly. After a moment's hesitation, he looked back to the fire. “I almost fell into it.”
“Into what?”
“The fireplace. When Lois and I were here,” Clark admitted quietly.
Bruce frowned, picking a chocolate-dipped cherry off the tray in front of them and dangling it over his lover's mouth. “Intentionally?”
“What else would it have been?” came the little smirking reply, before Clark sucked the cherry into his mouth, leaving Bruce holding the stem.
“So... why?”
Clark chewed slowly, swallowed, and took a deep breath. “I... wanted her to find out, I suppose. I wanted to tell her... but I just couldn't. I think part of me just wanted to let her find out on her own so I could get away with being a coward. Since I wouldn't have been burned...” He shrugged slightly, picking a chocolate caramel and feeding it to Bruce over his shoulder.
The Bat sucked on his fingertips for a moment, regarding him with a wry look. “Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” he finally chuckled, imagining Clark tripping and falling hands first into the fire, all awkward and geeky, glasses askew.
“Yeah,” Clark smiled. “I have a pretty good idea.”
One corner of the Bat's mouth quirked up more mischievously as he picked another cherry to feed to Clark, and and he nuzzled some more into his lover's neck. “I guess it's pretty fortunate that I happen to know all your secrets, then,” he whispered against the soft skin there.
The Kryptonian shivered with the touch. “Y-yeah...”
“Now would you kiss me and stop talking about your ex?”
Clark groaned, arching as Bruce started nibbling beneath his ear. “Oh, God, I'm a horrible date, aren't I?”
“Not like this, you aren't,” the Bat whispered, a low purr rumbling in his throat. With a quick move, he rose from behind his lover and pressed him back into the pillows, sliding across his body to straddle his hips. Another wicked smirk, and he dipped a finger in the bowl of melted chocolate on the tray.
“Bruce...” Clark breathed, firelight flickering in his eyes again.
“Shhh...” the Bat cautioned, holding his hand above his lover's chest. Chocolate dripped down in slow beads, drawing a sharp breath of anticipation from Clark as the thick liquid pooled. Then the coated finger found skin, painting a leisurely path over pecs and down the mid-line of Clark's sculpted torso.
Bruce couldn't have been more pleased at the shivered gasps his lover loosed when his tongue followed, lathing a wet trail of sticky sweetness all the way down Clark's body. Hands caught his head, fingers twining into hair, and all thought of the past was lost as he reached his destination and proceeded to show Clark again just how much his every beautiful, perfect facet was loved and adored. For Bruce couldn't imagine how he'd ever believed otherwise.
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