Drabble: Apple Picking
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starsandseaTitle: Apple Picking
Rating: PG
Paring: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 157
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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xj_t. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct! :)
Bruce shivered a little as he walked down to the apple orchard with Clark. The grass was soaked with dew, and a heavy, thick curtain of mist curled over everything, making the world white, and sound muffled. The air smelt strongly of the sea.
Clark was smiling, a content, happy smile, as he carried the ladder he didn't need and buckets for the apples. They would be sorted out by Alfred, later.
"There's going to be a good harvest here."
Bruce looked up at the trees, feeling the mist caress his face. The trees were covered with apples. Many were already scattered in the grass. Clark hummed softly. "I'll sort through those, see if any of them are okay. You want to start picking them from the tree?"
Bruce nodded and set the ladder up, then climbed it and started picking. The apples were cold and wet. Clark's kisses, when they met by the bucket, were warm.
Rating: PG
Paring: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 157
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Note: For
xj_t. Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct! :)Bruce shivered a little as he walked down to the apple orchard with Clark. The grass was soaked with dew, and a heavy, thick curtain of mist curled over everything, making the world white, and sound muffled. The air smelt strongly of the sea.
Clark was smiling, a content, happy smile, as he carried the ladder he didn't need and buckets for the apples. They would be sorted out by Alfred, later.
"There's going to be a good harvest here."
Bruce looked up at the trees, feeling the mist caress his face. The trees were covered with apples. Many were already scattered in the grass. Clark hummed softly. "I'll sort through those, see if any of them are okay. You want to start picking them from the tree?"
Bruce nodded and set the ladder up, then climbed it and started picking. The apples were cold and wet. Clark's kisses, when they met by the bucket, were warm.
