Drabble: Floorboards
May. 27th, 2007 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Floorboards
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 283
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: First sentence from Writing Fix.
A floorboard creaked. Clark looked up and over towards his right. Only his hearing could have picked up the sound. But it didn't make any sense. No one else was supposed to be here. Slowly, he made his way to where the sound had originated from. When he was almost there, there was suddenly the sound of another floorboard creaking. Even more slowly now, Clark made the final few steps to where the noises were coming from: Bruce's bedroom.
His lover was not here, though. He was on a business trip to Germany. To be on the safe side, Clark was about to x-ray through the door, when it opened, startling him. No one should be able to sneak up on him. The only person who was able to was... was standing in front of him?
"Bruce? What are you doing here?"
"I live here, Clark." A wry smile spread across his lovers face.
"But...I thought you were still in Germany?"
"Things wrapped up faster than we thought. Are you going to stand in the doorway all night?" Belatedly, Clark realized that he was. He entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"Besides," Bruce continued, "I didn't think you'd mind me coming home early."
"I don't! I just... why didn't you tell me?"
"Maybe I wanted to surprise you." Bruce retorted, as he moved closer to Clark.
"You did."
Bruce smiled wickedly, before kissing Clark passionately. "And maybe, I just wanted to do that to you."
Clark blinked, in a daze from the kiss. Bruce only smiled again, and tugged on his hand.
"Well? Don't you want to welcome me home properly?"
It was Clark's turn to smile wickedly before he pounced.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 283
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: First sentence from Writing Fix.
A floorboard creaked. Clark looked up and over towards his right. Only his hearing could have picked up the sound. But it didn't make any sense. No one else was supposed to be here. Slowly, he made his way to where the sound had originated from. When he was almost there, there was suddenly the sound of another floorboard creaking. Even more slowly now, Clark made the final few steps to where the noises were coming from: Bruce's bedroom.
His lover was not here, though. He was on a business trip to Germany. To be on the safe side, Clark was about to x-ray through the door, when it opened, startling him. No one should be able to sneak up on him. The only person who was able to was... was standing in front of him?
"Bruce? What are you doing here?"
"I live here, Clark." A wry smile spread across his lovers face.
"But...I thought you were still in Germany?"
"Things wrapped up faster than we thought. Are you going to stand in the doorway all night?" Belatedly, Clark realized that he was. He entered the room and closed the door behind him.
"Besides," Bruce continued, "I didn't think you'd mind me coming home early."
"I don't! I just... why didn't you tell me?"
"Maybe I wanted to surprise you." Bruce retorted, as he moved closer to Clark.
"You did."
Bruce smiled wickedly, before kissing Clark passionately. "And maybe, I just wanted to do that to you."
Clark blinked, in a daze from the kiss. Bruce only smiled again, and tugged on his hand.
"Well? Don't you want to welcome me home properly?"
It was Clark's turn to smile wickedly before he pounced.
