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I hope you liked this chapter ! Next one will take a LONG time to come, since I really must be careful on what's going to be said (or not said 👀) and because of IRL stuff !

See you for the next one, which will probably be one of the most complicated for me to do :')

Carefully, Bruce brings his left hand up to his right shoulder where Clark has slumped over and fallen asleep. With great care, he nudges Clark’s small body into the palm of his calloused hand, slowly lifting him away from his shoulder and to the front of his face where Bruce can watch the sleeping figure in his hand.

You’ve had a rough day. The general public was particularly ruthless today, and you entered your section of your shared-size house, slamming the door shut and trying not to immediately break down. You hear the telltale footfalls of your partner approaching, not sure if you have it in you to deal with them right away, but you know you can’t just ignore them, either.

“Is everything alright?” they ask, their voice slightly muffled through the walls.

You sigh, it never ceases to amaze you just how accurately they can tell how your day went just by hearing the way you open and close the door. Biting back a full meltdown, you begrudgingly climb the stairs leading up to the platform you knew they were waiting at, exiting the small doorway leading out to it and letting it close with another sigh.

You brace yourself for an eager greeting, waiting to feel their hands scoop you up before being bombarded with affection, but you feel something different. Their hands reach down, of course, but they instead gently gather you into their hands and bring you close. Just the way they hold you, already knowing that you’re going to need comfort… They don’t even have to say anything else before the floodgates open, and you break down. 

You begin to incoherently rant about your day, absentmindedly beating your fists against their chest every now and then in an expression of frustration and anguish. As you continue, you begin to ramble about other incidents that didn’t just happen today, realizing that you’ve been holding this anger in for far longer than you thought.

You hear a soft sigh, feeling movement as they head toward their gliding chair, bracing you to their chest for a moment as they sit down. They begin to rock back and forth in the chair, cupping you against their chest with both hands now as you continue to vent. They say nothing in response, simply keeping you cuddled close and stroking their thumb down your back. They don’t try to hush you, or offer you sympathy, they just let you ramble and cry with no interruptions. 

After a while, you begin to quiet down, your energy quickly fading away as you’re now lulled into a state of lessened aggression. You’re still mightily upset, but you curl inward now, tucking your arms in close and nestling against their chest.

They wait patiently as you begin to settle down. Your sobs diminish into quiet hiccups, then occasional sniffles. It’s then that they pull you away from their chest, carefully lifting you up with both hands. You watch them lean in close, closing your eyes before feeling a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Still rather irritated and not in the mood for this kind of affection right now, you push against their lips with both arms, feeling them back off rather easily. 

It’s not long before they do it again, however, their lips softly pressing against the side of your head and upper shoulder. You let out a frustrated whine at their insistence to kiss you right then and there, shoving back against them once more and huffing as, in a rare occurrence, they ignore your wishes for them to stop.

“Shh,” they hush. 

You can hear it in the way it comes out, a firm suggestion to let them do as they please. You’ve had your time to be upset, now it’s time to lighten the mood. You’re still annoyed, almost certain that they won’t be able to cheer you up, but they’re committed.

They continue to kiss you, offering a few more gentle pecks against your shoulder. You grumble at them some more, but they’re not having it. It’s then that the intensity of their affection is kicked up a notch. 

Their kisses against you become more focused, forceful and deliberate as they keep their lips against you for longer at a time. They kiss you multiple times in a row, their lips brushing over more and more of your body, only pulling away a few feet each time now. You can feel gusts of their breath on you in between kisses, determination evident in their movements as they begin to overwhelm you.

They brush their lips over your face, against your neck, down your side, and then back up to the top of your head again to repeat the process. The display of affection becomes rougher as they begin to press in against you more, gentleness no longer enough to achieve their goal. You can’t even try to push back now, their strength easily outweighs yours as they press you against their hands beneath their lips, beginning to overwhelm you as they use more strength.

As their lips cover more and more of your body, you feel them slowly chipping away at your foul mood. They’re absolutely smothering you with loving affection, and you can feel your resolve beginning to break. The pressure, both physical and mental, becomes too much to try and stubbornly resist. You feel a small smile on your face, a tiny giggle escaping as their lips continue to keep their claim over you. 

This only seems to embolden them, and they double down on their efforts. Their lips don’t even pull away anymore between kisses. You can feel their warm breath washing over you now, a slow exhale before they simply increase the pressure of their lips over you. There are moments when you can’t breathe, their lips so enveloping that all you can really do is lay there and experience it.

The pressure lets up, and you lose your composure. Laughter completely takes over, and you nuzzle yourself against their lips. They move as they whisper softly to you, a smile in their quiet voice.

“There’s my little one…”

You feel chills run down your spine. The whisper trails off as they increase the pressure on you, chuckling quietly against you as you accept that their attempt to cheer you up has worked wonders. You’re not even reluctant to admit it. Since you’ve returned home, they’ve known exactly what you needed. It’s a firm reminder of why you love them, and you gently chastise yourself for fighting back as long as you did.