Drabble: Eyes
Feb. 23rd, 2007 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starsandseaTitle: Eyes
Paring: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 189
Disclaimer: I own nothing
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cavaleira's birthday. Happy Birthday!! I hope you like it!
He looks at me.
He thinks that I can not see him doing it.
He believes that I never notice the way his eyes linger on me far more than they do anyone else. How they instantly lay upon me when I enter a room, sometimes even before, using some strange combination of intuition, and gadgets. The way his head tilts slightly, so as to not let me out of his range of vision.
I love it when he does this. It always makes me feel like I am his, and his alone.
It makes me feel possessed, almost like he is daring someone to lay a hand on me so he can fight them for me.
I never thought that I would feel this way, that I would enjoy being thought of as a possession.
But I love it when he does it.
When we get back to the cave, and then to his room I will show him just how much I love it.
Until then, my eyes promise his, I will not let you out of my sight either.
His lips move upwards into a smirk.
Paring: Bruce/Clark
Word Count: 189
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author's Note: For
cavaleira's birthday. Happy Birthday!! I hope you like it!He looks at me.
He thinks that I can not see him doing it.
He believes that I never notice the way his eyes linger on me far more than they do anyone else. How they instantly lay upon me when I enter a room, sometimes even before, using some strange combination of intuition, and gadgets. The way his head tilts slightly, so as to not let me out of his range of vision.
I love it when he does this. It always makes me feel like I am his, and his alone.
It makes me feel possessed, almost like he is daring someone to lay a hand on me so he can fight them for me.
I never thought that I would feel this way, that I would enjoy being thought of as a possession.
But I love it when he does it.
When we get back to the cave, and then to his room I will show him just how much I love it.
Until then, my eyes promise his, I will not let you out of my sight either.
His lips move upwards into a smirk.
