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starsandsea) wrote2010-07-18 06:41 pm
starsandsea) wrote2010-07-18 06:41 pm
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Drabble: I Get Weak
Title: I Get Weak
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 172
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: The third fic in the 'Shuffle I' series. For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
worlds_finest Shuffle I Challenge - prompt 'I Get Weak'. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct! :)
He used to be so strong. He was renowned for it, in fact. Both his physical strength and his immense willpower. But now... with one look from Clark he could feel his resolve weakening, crumbling away. His protests that he really had to get to a meeting or go out on patrol would be nodded at, then Clark would give him that look.
It didn't really matter that he would do the same to Clark. That was totally irrelevant, in his mind. But it seemed he could not deny his new lover anything. (Anything that did not get in the way of their duties to their cities and the JLA, of course. Neither of them would have stood for that.)
But now, as Bruce tried to rise from the bed, and Clark gave him that look: 'only five more minutes...'
Bruce cursed himself, then threw himself on top of Clark, kissing him deeply, their bodies responding. This, he muzzily thinks, might be the only time he doesn't mind being weak.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 172
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: The third fic in the 'Shuffle I' series. For the
worlds_finest Shuffle I Challenge - prompt 'I Get Weak'. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct! :)He used to be so strong. He was renowned for it, in fact. Both his physical strength and his immense willpower. But now... with one look from Clark he could feel his resolve weakening, crumbling away. His protests that he really had to get to a meeting or go out on patrol would be nodded at, then Clark would give him that look.
It didn't really matter that he would do the same to Clark. That was totally irrelevant, in his mind. But it seemed he could not deny his new lover anything. (Anything that did not get in the way of their duties to their cities and the JLA, of course. Neither of them would have stood for that.)
But now, as Bruce tried to rise from the bed, and Clark gave him that look: 'only five more minutes...'
Bruce cursed himself, then threw himself on top of Clark, kissing him deeply, their bodies responding. This, he muzzily thinks, might be the only time he doesn't mind being weak.