Drabble: A Mission or a Holiday?
Sep. 3rd, 2007 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: A Mission or a Holiday?
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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rai_daydreamer's prompt of Clark/Bruce, holiday. This is, again, a silly little drabble. My muses apparently go all silly when I write prompts. *rolls eyes* Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Bruce was pouting. Clark thought he looked adorable.
"I don't see why-" Bruce began. Clark stalled him by kissing those beautiful, pouting lips. Bruce was glazed eyed by the time they broke apart. Clark smiled. Bruce scowled.
"-we were the ones who had to volunteer for this... mission." Clark rolled his eyes and smiled again as he felt the sun's rays upon him. Bruce was glaring at him, he could tell, even with the obstruction of the sunglasses Bruce was wearing.
"Bruce, you know as well as I do that no one else was suited to this mission like you and I are." Bruce sighed deeply. Clark leaned over and kissed him again, nibbling at his lips until his mouth fell open. Slowly, they pulled apart. Clark closed his eyes and laid back on the sandy beach; soaking up the yellow sun. Bruce was grumbling, but eventually settled down next to him. Clark grinned, and caught the hand nearest him in his own, entwining their fingers.
Bruce sighed softy. "Really, Clark, you know I'd do anything to fight crime, but to have to spend a week on a nudist planet?" Clark's grin grew as he listened to Bruce's mutterings and complaints. He certainly wasn't complaining about being able to see Bruce in all his glory for the next week. And the mission? Well, he was sure they'd get it done.
Eventually.
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
rai_daydreamer's prompt of Clark/Bruce, holiday. This is, again, a silly little drabble. My muses apparently go all silly when I write prompts. *rolls eyes* Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.Bruce was pouting. Clark thought he looked adorable.
"I don't see why-" Bruce began. Clark stalled him by kissing those beautiful, pouting lips. Bruce was glazed eyed by the time they broke apart. Clark smiled. Bruce scowled.
"-we were the ones who had to volunteer for this... mission." Clark rolled his eyes and smiled again as he felt the sun's rays upon him. Bruce was glaring at him, he could tell, even with the obstruction of the sunglasses Bruce was wearing.
"Bruce, you know as well as I do that no one else was suited to this mission like you and I are." Bruce sighed deeply. Clark leaned over and kissed him again, nibbling at his lips until his mouth fell open. Slowly, they pulled apart. Clark closed his eyes and laid back on the sandy beach; soaking up the yellow sun. Bruce was grumbling, but eventually settled down next to him. Clark grinned, and caught the hand nearest him in his own, entwining their fingers.
Bruce sighed softy. "Really, Clark, you know I'd do anything to fight crime, but to have to spend a week on a nudist planet?" Clark's grin grew as he listened to Bruce's mutterings and complaints. He certainly wasn't complaining about being able to see Bruce in all his glory for the next week. And the mission? Well, he was sure they'd get it done.
Eventually.
