Fic: Bliss
Jun. 4th, 2008 10:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Bliss
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 633
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the amazing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jen_in_japan's birthday! *glomps* Happy birthday, Jen! Also, greatly inspired by eve_k's stunning art! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.
Bruce was watching Clark sleeping. Early morning light was spilling in through Clark's tiny window. Around them, he could hear Clark's neighbours moving around, music drifting down from somewhere. But here, in Clark's bed, they were cocooned within their own world, where everything revolved around them being in bed at this instant, blankets around them, beautiful warmth cradling them, and Bruce glazing at Clark's beloved face while he slept.
Clark's face was entirely free of worry or stress, or Kal-El's alieness, or Superman's heroic facade, or Clark Kent's simple farmboy face. This, Bruce knew, was his lover entirely without masks, his soul bared, like it only ever was at times like this, the early morning, or when they made love.
Bruce found himself waking up early, just so he could see it, see this look of utter peace on his face. Utter contentment. Utter joy.
Bruce reached out and very gently brushed a strand of hair away from his face, careful not to wake his love. He paused, noticing the difference in their skins, as he always did. Clark's entire body was clothed in gently glowing skin. A healthy glow, a beautiful glow. Bruce knew that many people assumed that it was Clark's natural skin colour, but he knew better. He had seen pictures in the fortress of kryptonians, of Kal's parents, and they didn't have Clark's golden glow.
No, Clark's glow came from the yellow sun, his exposure to it since he had landed in Kansas, slowly covering his skin, like a brand from the sun, who loved his love so.
Bruce looked at his own skin, pale, never seeing the sun, thanks to the hours and days and months and years he spent in the darkness of the cave, hiding from the blinding brightness of the sun, hiding from its rays. His skin didn't look right in sunlight, didn't look healthy, it just looked... dead. But it wasn't, he could see the veins running underneath, blue lines running along his hand and arm, and the scars atop them, some silvery, most red, angry, clearly visible.
His skin really wasn't nice to look at, mixtures of blue and red, mingling into purple at times. Not like Clark's. Clark's perfect, unflawed, beautiful skin, housing an equally perfect and beautiful body. A body that any god would be envious of, that would make a sculptor break down in ecstatic tears at the thought of being able to emulate. But any statue would never match up to the reality, and besides... Bruce smiled wryly at the thought, feeling pain touching his soul.
Clark was sure to outlive any statue, any marble mirror.
Bruce let his hand fall, caressing Clark's face with his finger tips, the skin so soft, a hint of roughness at his cheek. He pulled his hand back, the white and blue and red no longer tainting Clark's beauty, his golden glow.
He pulled the blankets up, hiding more of his skin, shivering slightly at the cool air that surrounded the bed. He started when he felt Clark's arm going about him, pulling him up close, until they were pressed skin to skin, Clark's body gloriously warm.
"You cold?" Clark mumbled, voice thick with sleep. Bruce shook his head. Clark's arm about him tightened. "Good." He could feel Clark's smile against his face. "Love you."
Now Bruce smiled, a real smile, a small smile, that he only allowed on these occasions. "I love you too."
Clark's whole body heaved in a sleepy, happy sigh, then he felt lips caressing his cheek. Bruce sighed his own sigh, pressing closer to his lover. He closed his eyes, feeling the sun caressing them both, Clark's warmth all about him, his love bathing him with its radiance.
He fell back asleep again, a smile on his face.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 633
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For the amazing
jen_in_japan's birthday! *glomps* Happy birthday, Jen! Also, greatly inspired by eve_k's stunning art! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct.Bruce was watching Clark sleeping. Early morning light was spilling in through Clark's tiny window. Around them, he could hear Clark's neighbours moving around, music drifting down from somewhere. But here, in Clark's bed, they were cocooned within their own world, where everything revolved around them being in bed at this instant, blankets around them, beautiful warmth cradling them, and Bruce glazing at Clark's beloved face while he slept.
Clark's face was entirely free of worry or stress, or Kal-El's alieness, or Superman's heroic facade, or Clark Kent's simple farmboy face. This, Bruce knew, was his lover entirely without masks, his soul bared, like it only ever was at times like this, the early morning, or when they made love.
Bruce found himself waking up early, just so he could see it, see this look of utter peace on his face. Utter contentment. Utter joy.
Bruce reached out and very gently brushed a strand of hair away from his face, careful not to wake his love. He paused, noticing the difference in their skins, as he always did. Clark's entire body was clothed in gently glowing skin. A healthy glow, a beautiful glow. Bruce knew that many people assumed that it was Clark's natural skin colour, but he knew better. He had seen pictures in the fortress of kryptonians, of Kal's parents, and they didn't have Clark's golden glow.
No, Clark's glow came from the yellow sun, his exposure to it since he had landed in Kansas, slowly covering his skin, like a brand from the sun, who loved his love so.
Bruce looked at his own skin, pale, never seeing the sun, thanks to the hours and days and months and years he spent in the darkness of the cave, hiding from the blinding brightness of the sun, hiding from its rays. His skin didn't look right in sunlight, didn't look healthy, it just looked... dead. But it wasn't, he could see the veins running underneath, blue lines running along his hand and arm, and the scars atop them, some silvery, most red, angry, clearly visible.
His skin really wasn't nice to look at, mixtures of blue and red, mingling into purple at times. Not like Clark's. Clark's perfect, unflawed, beautiful skin, housing an equally perfect and beautiful body. A body that any god would be envious of, that would make a sculptor break down in ecstatic tears at the thought of being able to emulate. But any statue would never match up to the reality, and besides... Bruce smiled wryly at the thought, feeling pain touching his soul.
Clark was sure to outlive any statue, any marble mirror.
Bruce let his hand fall, caressing Clark's face with his finger tips, the skin so soft, a hint of roughness at his cheek. He pulled his hand back, the white and blue and red no longer tainting Clark's beauty, his golden glow.
He pulled the blankets up, hiding more of his skin, shivering slightly at the cool air that surrounded the bed. He started when he felt Clark's arm going about him, pulling him up close, until they were pressed skin to skin, Clark's body gloriously warm.
"You cold?" Clark mumbled, voice thick with sleep. Bruce shook his head. Clark's arm about him tightened. "Good." He could feel Clark's smile against his face. "Love you."
Now Bruce smiled, a real smile, a small smile, that he only allowed on these occasions. "I love you too."
Clark's whole body heaved in a sleepy, happy sigh, then he felt lips caressing his cheek. Bruce sighed his own sigh, pressing closer to his lover. He closed his eyes, feeling the sun caressing them both, Clark's warmth all about him, his love bathing him with its radiance.
He fell back asleep again, a smile on his face.
