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[filthydirtysock]

The Moment After Meme

You've seen The Morning After, and the Build-Up, and even the Mid-Fuck memes. But what about the moment after characters have done the deed? Do they cuddle or light up a cigarette? Go for seconds or reflect on what just happened? Hop into the shower to wash away their sins? Regret everything?

Well, we'll find out, won't we?

How it works:

- Post with your character, name and fandom in the subject. Include any prefs or no-no's.
- A set-up isn't necessary but hey, if you want, go for it!
- Others respond to your character.
- Congrats! They just had sex.
- Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Comments

[houseofel]

[He returned the innocent kiss and shook his head with a warm smile intact. How many times do you get to hear Bruce Wayne say that and mean it?]

For what? I forgive you for...whatever it is.

[Even though he knows what for, he'd rather not dwell on it. His hand ghosted up the long line of the vigilante's back, a feathering touch along the scars he's accumulated thus far.]

Though, is it possible to get that on record?

[bawayne]

[ He smacked Clark lightly on the shoulder, glancing up at the other, seemingly searching. He wasn't supposed to be vulnerable like this, but he wanted to be for Clark and he was. It was maddening. ]

Unless you were recording just then, I'm afraid not.

[ He sighs pleasantly at the touch, as he traces an S over Clark's broad chest. When he speaks again, he's sure he's rambling nonsense. ]

Alfred wants you to stay longer.

[ A beat. ]

I think I do too.

[houseofel]

Guess I should remember my recorder the next time I come over then. Who knows what you may say next.

[He was joking. Mostly. Clark did fancy Bruce's tone, gruff and deep as Batman or soft and smooth as Bruce Wayne, he didn't care. He'd probably just replay the damn thing repeatedly whenever he was alone.

And Clark picks up on the rambling nonsense just fines and beams brightly down at the other man.]

I really wish I had my recorder. But you two are in luck because like I said before, I won't leave until you tire of me or when work comes calling.

[And he really hopes both the Daily Planet and the criminals could wait. He won't get his hopes up too high, he knows Batman will be hitting the streets soon...and Clark will be here, happily waiting.]

[bawayne]

[ Bruce glances up at Clark fondly and simply nods, his expression telling much more than anything. Now he reaches up to cup his face, unable to resist, thumb caressing a high cheekbone. It's an awkward position but one that he doesn't mind.

Damn him. ]

Good. Afraid we'll have to get up soon, I need to take a shower. As do you.

[houseofel]

[He leans into the affection touch, turning his head to suck once at the stroking thumb then kissed it. A smile stretched underneath it.]

After you, cape crusader.

[Though, it was pretty obvious Clark wasn't so ready to let go just yet, busying himself with pushing more of Bruce's hair out of his face. Then slowly and reluctantly he unwinds his arm from around him.]

[bawayne]

[ _{Bruce struggled not to smile at that, unlatching himself from Clark's grasp. Everything suddenly felt cold, and he absentmindedly rubbed his hands up and down his arms as he stood.} ]

A bath or a shower?

[ _{as long as I'm with you.} ]

[houseofel]

You know how much I like your shower, so shower it is.

[Clark was on his feet in a near bounding action - full of energy still - and pressing a tiny kiss to Bruce's neck before heading to the spacious bathroom.]

I'll get it started it for us if you don't mind.

[One second he was there and the next he was moving blur disappearing into the bathroom, the shower already running. Bruce would find Clark testing the water, waiting for the water to heat before stepping in.]

[(Anonymous)]

Go ahead.

[ _{Bruce smiled once Clark was out if his line of sight, taking a moment to get out of bed and grab two of his robes from the wardrobe, padding into the bathroom with both of them in hand. The billionaire was pleasantly surprised to find the shower on, with Clark in it.} ]

Now, you're just cheating.

[ _{He set the robes on the heater so they'd be warn and stepped inside with Clark, under the steaming water. He reached for the shampoo, squirted some in his hands, an began to clean Clark's hair, taking care to knead and scratch at the reporter's scalp just the way he liked.} ]

[bawayne]

((that anonymous tag is me, my phone just logged me out. :p sorry about that!))

NP! :3

[houseofel]

Or maybe I'm just eager.

[He said with a hum, leaning into those expert fingers a while, hands rested on Bruce's waist. They moved, ventured across his sculpted frame and the mapping of scars covering it as he always did. No matter how many times he's seen Wayne's naked torso (or him completely nude for that matter) Clark always found himself marveling and admiring.]

Next time I'll carry you bridal style that you get here as fast as I do, hm?

[It's a small tease mostly. He can't imagine Bruce letting him do that unless he was injured and had no say in the matter. Clark reached for the soap and began lathering the scarred fleshed.]

[bawayne]

[ He exhaled at Clark's touch, gentle like a feather, something he's not quite used to. He's become so accustomed to beatings and punches and kicks that it's foreign to be caressed and touched casually, though it certainly feels nice. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. ]

No carrying.

[ He smirked, smoothing Clark's sudsy hair back before leaning slightly upward to capture the reporter's lips in his, the kiss wet and slippery from the water. ]

[houseofel]

Right. I'll try to remember that.

[Clark kissed him back slowly, just taking the moment to enjoy the taste of him, the touch of soft yet, somehow, firm lips against his own. Pulling away, he slid soapy fingers behind Bruce's ears and gently toyed with the lobes as he stared into his warm brown gaze. Just...watching.]