Definitions - NC17 - Chloe/Bruce - OneShot
Title: Definitions
Category: Smallville/Batman [Crossover]
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce
Prompt: Boredom by aislinmara
Word Count: 1,161
Summary: They were an untouched subject that they chose not to talk about with each other or anyone else.
Nothing was happening. For once, there were no cells ringing every few minutes, there was no deadline to meet, the streets of Gotham were safe enough for now that he didn't have to don the suit and the League didn't currently need her help with anything. So here they were with a spare moment in a life full of constant action and they were bored silly.
"We could train," he suggested.
She wrinkled her nose, shaking her head side to side. "We could... go over paperwork?"
"Did mine."
She sighed. "Me too."
He leaned back in the comfort of his chair, brow lifted and lips pursed. She observed him for a moment; it was so rare these days that they were ever alone and free. It was constant, go, go, go and she'd gotten so used to it that downtime left them at a brick wall. What to do? Lois was on her honeymoon with Clark, Bart was visiting his girlfriend in Hawaii, Victor had been roped into AC's ‘save the starfish' rally and Oliver was unreachable (as was Dinah, obviously enough).
She blew out a frustrated breath. "Where's Alfred?"
"He had a date," Bruce grumbled, looking even more sullen.
She crossed her legs, shoulders falling. "I can't remember the last time I went out on a date."
He glanced over at her, eyes dark. "I took you to dinner last Friday."
"Yeah but that was... us." She lifted a shoulder. They had no definition; therefore dinner was not a date. They were friends and they worked together, spent most of their days and nights together and had enough sexual tension between them that strangers felt it almost immediately. But when introduced, it was never, "This is my friend, Chloe." It was always, "And this is Chloe... Brilliance to match her beauty," or some other flattering introduction that gave no name to what they were. It was an untouched subject that they chose not to talk about with each other or anyone else, much to Alfred's constant disapproval.
"And us having dinner isn't considered a date?" He leaned forward, arms on his knees.
She sighed. "We eat dinner often, Bruce. If you want to categorize every meal, we've been dating for six and a half years." Her brows lifted. "For such a long relationship, I'm getting the short stick in the intimacy area."
He scoffed. "Your signals are a little mixed, Chloe. I never know whether you're avoiding the idea of us or if you have no feelings for me."
She licked her lips. "Why are we suddenly having this conversation?"
"Boredom," he replied with a shrug. "You don't think there's a reason my bachelordom has been over for six years? The only blonde on my arm these days is you."
She laughed, eyes widening. "Did you want me to apologize for that? Because personally I was getting tired of the airheads... The dollar signs in their eyes was enough to make me heave!"
"Six years and you still don't trust that I can be monogamous?" His voice was deepening, close to that growl now. "I haven't had sex since you stepped into my life and you still refuse to believe we have something?"
"I never said that!" She shook her head. "We've just always been in that grey area and I thought that's where we should stay!"
She had no excuse, although the idea of being with Bruce was a constant thought in her head. It wasn't that she didn't want to be with him, it was more that she wanted so much to be with him. And that was something she hadn't felt since high school, with a certain alien farm boy. Only this was more explosive, this was feeling her entire body sizzle at just the sight of him, at rubbing her thighs together when he used his Batman growl, it was waking up in a tangle of sheets as erotic dreams of him plagued her sleep. She couldn't get him off her mind and she wanted him, needed him, but she refused to become that high school girl who fawned all over him just to find he didn't want a real relationship or to find the fire went out just as quick as it flared.
He stood from the chair, walked toward her, his body entirely too fit for her not to stare. He slid gracefully to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping both of her legs and dragging her to the very end of her seat. Her skirt was pushed up, the juncture of her thighs pressed tight against his chest as her legs spread wide to accommodate his broad form. His hands slid up, wrapping around her hips and her body tingled, the warmth flaring across her skin. He stared up at her, eyes a dark blue that radiated words left unsaid for so long. She felt her breasts tighten beneath her blouse, her breath stutter at the sheer intimacy of it all.
"I want you," he growled. She felt her blouse being tugged out of her skirt and then he tore it apart, the buttons flying off. She shrugged her shoulders lightly, let the soft fabric be dragged down her arms and tossed away. His large hands fell to the straps of her bra, slid them down her arms and he leaned forward, pressed a kiss against her bare shoulder as he drew her bra down, her arms lifting instinctively to help him. She reached back, undid the clasp and then it fell to her lap before he threw it behind him. His mouth fell down her chest, nose grazing against her, his hair brushing the underside of her chin. Her arms shook, raising unsteadily to wrap around him. She felt his breath across her breasts, so close, but his mouth wouldn't touch them. "Tell me you want me too."
Her fingers tightened in his hair, but no words escaped her.
He leaned forward and she felt his chest press against her core, she felt her panties damped almost immediately, her clit throbbing intensely. His hands slid up her body, knuckles briefly brushing against her breasts, making her whimper with need. He trailed his tongue down between the valley of her breasts, teasingly. "Tell me."
"I... I want..."
He turned his head, his hot breath surrounding her nipple but she wanted his tongue, his teeth, his lips. "What do you want?" His growl made her entire body thrum with desire.
"I want you too," she moaned.
And finally, his mouth surrounded her taut breast, his hand sliding across the other, kneading it with affection while his free hand unbuttoned her skirt.
Her head lolled back, eyes staring out sightlessly.
An uneventful day just got all too booked. She knew what she'd be doing with any off days from now on. Boredom would never be a problem in future. She had Bruce Wayne to make sure of that. No complaints from her. Because whatever they were, they just got ten times better.