Ficlet: Sunshine and Chocolate
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starsandseaTitle: Sunshine and Chocolate
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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taro_twist! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. :)
Bruce looked at the horse. The horse looked back. Bruce swallowed a sigh. It wasn't that he didn't know how to ride - of course he knew how to ride, it was practically mandatory that someone like him know how to ride. He had competed in Polo competitions (admittedly more so he could have an alibi for his injuries sustained doing quite a different activity) but he had never really been horse riding for fun. Just because he could.
He was always far too busy for a start, and although he had gone on a few rides with Dick over the years around his estate it wasn't the same.
Because it was Clark.
Bruce had lost a bet, and now he had to do whatever Clark had wanted, and the farm boy had of course not decided on any of the things Bruce had been mentally preparing for, but something else entirely. He suppressed another sigh.
"Come on, Bruce! Let's get going!" Clark looked down at him from atop his - or rather, Dick's - palomino mare, both of them glowing in the sunlight. He had a goofy grin on his face, but had taken off his glasses. He should have looked more like Kal . Instead, in his plaid shirt and jeans, speaking softly to the horse - Sunshine, of course, she was named - he looked more like Clark than ever.
Bruce shook his head, feeling a smile flutter at his lips. Adjusting his gloves, he mounted his dark bay horse, who Cassandra had christened 'Chocolate'. He could feel Clark's eyes on him. Bruce ignored them, leaning down to check the girth, feeling Chocolate shift underneath him as he did so. Satisfied, he straightened, and gestured to Clark to lead on.
Grinning at him, Clark did so, looking as graceful riding as he did when he was flying. Shaking his head, Bruce followed him, feeling extremely awkward, and much too large.
He couldn't deny the feeling of power, though, of the immense strength of the horse, surging beneath him, even at only a walk, though prancing a bit, wanting to get out and run.
Bruce felt himself smiling again, and relaxed, falling back into the semi-familiar rhythm, glorying in the knowledge that he wouldn't have to fall off, for once. Or not deliberately, at least.
Smile widening, he nudged Chocolate into a trot to catch up with Clark.
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
taro_twist! Unbetaed, so point and I shall correct. :)Bruce looked at the horse. The horse looked back. Bruce swallowed a sigh. It wasn't that he didn't know how to ride - of course he knew how to ride, it was practically mandatory that someone like him know how to ride. He had competed in Polo competitions (admittedly more so he could have an alibi for his injuries sustained doing quite a different activity) but he had never really been horse riding for fun. Just because he could.
He was always far too busy for a start, and although he had gone on a few rides with Dick over the years around his estate it wasn't the same.
Because it was Clark.
Bruce had lost a bet, and now he had to do whatever Clark had wanted, and the farm boy had of course not decided on any of the things Bruce had been mentally preparing for, but something else entirely. He suppressed another sigh.
"Come on, Bruce! Let's get going!" Clark looked down at him from atop his - or rather, Dick's - palomino mare, both of them glowing in the sunlight. He had a goofy grin on his face, but had taken off his glasses. He should have looked more like Kal . Instead, in his plaid shirt and jeans, speaking softly to the horse - Sunshine, of course, she was named - he looked more like Clark than ever.
Bruce shook his head, feeling a smile flutter at his lips. Adjusting his gloves, he mounted his dark bay horse, who Cassandra had christened 'Chocolate'. He could feel Clark's eyes on him. Bruce ignored them, leaning down to check the girth, feeling Chocolate shift underneath him as he did so. Satisfied, he straightened, and gestured to Clark to lead on.
Grinning at him, Clark did so, looking as graceful riding as he did when he was flying. Shaking his head, Bruce followed him, feeling extremely awkward, and much too large.
He couldn't deny the feeling of power, though, of the immense strength of the horse, surging beneath him, even at only a walk, though prancing a bit, wanting to get out and run.
Bruce felt himself smiling again, and relaxed, falling back into the semi-familiar rhythm, glorying in the knowledge that he wouldn't have to fall off, for once. Or not deliberately, at least.
Smile widening, he nudged Chocolate into a trot to catch up with Clark.
