Drabble: Frosted Winter
Jan. 26th, 2011 07:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Frosted Winter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 175
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: A belated birthday present for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fictionalknight! *hugs* It's not quite what you asked for, but seems to fit with your last post! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
It was cold. And dark. And cold. He didn't like Winter. Long, long dark nights. Freezing cold, getting into his bones, making them ache, even more where he had broken them. Old wounds from foes, haunting him still. All the parties he had to attend. Christmas ones, New Year ones, we're-filthy-rich-so-we'll-throw-a-party-to-celebrate ones. All the accidents upon roads, people losing their lives, freezing to death...
He didn't like Winter.
Though being snowed in at the Manor was a welcome relief, when it happened. But then there was trouble getting into Gotham, at night, without leaving traces that would declare to all 'Batman is Bruce Wayne!'.
There was only one thing he liked about Winter.
Spending long mornings in bed with Clark. Either just sleeping, holding one another and speaking about everything and nothing, or making love. Clark was always wonderfully warm due to excess solar energy from his cells.
Coming in after a long, dark, cold night, then pressing his cold and aching body against Clark's warmth... It nearly made it all worth it.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 175
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: A belated birthday present for
fictionalknight! *hugs* It's not quite what you asked for, but seems to fit with your last post! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. It was cold. And dark. And cold. He didn't like Winter. Long, long dark nights. Freezing cold, getting into his bones, making them ache, even more where he had broken them. Old wounds from foes, haunting him still. All the parties he had to attend. Christmas ones, New Year ones, we're-filthy-rich-so-we'll-throw-a-party-to-celebrate ones. All the accidents upon roads, people losing their lives, freezing to death...
He didn't like Winter.
Though being snowed in at the Manor was a welcome relief, when it happened. But then there was trouble getting into Gotham, at night, without leaving traces that would declare to all 'Batman is Bruce Wayne!'.
There was only one thing he liked about Winter.
Spending long mornings in bed with Clark. Either just sleeping, holding one another and speaking about everything and nothing, or making love. Clark was always wonderfully warm due to excess solar energy from his cells.
Coming in after a long, dark, cold night, then pressing his cold and aching body against Clark's warmth... It nearly made it all worth it.
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Date: 2011-01-28 10:41 am (UTC)Mmm, you capture so well his feeling of relief and relaxation, resting with Clark. I love it!
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Date: 2011-01-28 07:25 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting, Jen! I'm really glad you liked this! :)