Convincing Arguments - T - Chloe/Bruce - Drabble
Title: Convincing Arguments
Category: Smallville/Batman: TDK (Crossover)
Rating: T
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce
Prompt: Luxury by shiverslala
Word Count: 571
Summary: Bruce disproves of Chloe's living arrangements and sets out to making a compelling argument that his apartment is better suited to her.
Convincing Arguments
-Drabble-
"Remind me again why you still live in the worst part of Gotham," he said, voice deep as he stared out her window. From where he stood, he could see a gang of boys barely in their teens, out looking for mischief and mayhem.
"Not all of us have the luxury of a high-rise apartment and a security system to die for," she called back in reply.
"You could." His lips pursed.
"Is this your subtle way of asking me to move in?" She crossed the room to stand next to him, a brow lifted and her lips curled with slight amusement.
He looked over at her. "Depends on your answer."
She grinned. "And if I said no?"
He turned to her, head tipped to the side. "I'd be forced to convince you otherwise."
"And that would involve?" Her eyes thinned challengingly.
He reached for her, one large hand finding her hip while the other cupped her cheek, brushing a tendril of hair away with his thumb. "Very little clothing, a heated exchange of words and... a very thorough tongue lashing." His eyes darkened.
She bit her lip, leaning into him until her body was flush with his. "I dare you to prove your point, Bruce."
His lips curled as he pressed his forehead to hers, growling in reply, "By the end of tonight, you're going to be begging me to have you move in... No more nights spent waiting here in hopes that I call after my patrolling... No more checking, rechecking, and later getting up in the middle of the night just in case, to see if those locks are still holding... Waking up each morning within arm's reach..." He stared at her deeply. "And, of course, most convincing of all... The promise of seeing Alfred each day."
She chuckled softly. "You make a compelling argument," she murmured. "But first let's try your tongue-lashing suggestion..."
He laughed throatily before suddenly sweeping her up into his arms and carrying her toward the bedroom.
"We should check those locks," she mentioned absently, eyes glancing at the door.
He laid her down on the bed. "I'm sure if anybody tries to get in here, I can protect you."
She lifted a brow, raising herself up on her elbows. "I can handle myself, thank you. I was only looking out for you... You tend to get distracted when clothes come off... And that wouldn't be at all conducive to your argument."
He cocked a brow and tugged his tie loose. "I have every intention of making a solid and undeniable point, Ms. Sullivan..." He licked his lips, his free hand falling to her upturned knees, pushing them apart before he knelt between her thighs. "And then you'll enjoy the same luxuries and more."
She fell back to the bed, a tiny gasp escaping her as his body covered her own, strong and large and all-encompassing. "I'm willing to pay complete and utter attention to everything you have to prove," she replied, her voice falling deep with anticipation.
He lowered his head, lips brush against hers with each word. "I should probably tell you I already hired movers to pick up your stuff for the day after tomorrow..."
"You were so sure I would agree?" She lifted an amused brow.
"Oh I knew I'd have to convince you..." He rocked his hips against her, delighting in her whimper. "That's half the fun."
So true.