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hi! <3 to you i offer another tiny bruce snippet 🤲 this was written for the prompt "survival"
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“You’re freezing.”
Bruce glances up at Clark’s concerned face, but doesn’t bother with a reply. One of Clark’s enormous fingers nudges against Bruce’s shoulder and he shoves it away with an elbow, wrapping the blanket (a handkerchief) tighter around himself whilst clenching his jaw to stop his teeth from chattering.
“Bruce,” Clark says disapprovingly. “Here, let me—”
Before Bruce has a chance to object, Clark’s colossal hand sweeps into his field of vision, air shifting with every powerful movement. Something large and warm settles against his back while Clark’s other hand glides forward, scooping Bruce up into his giant hands. A noise of indignation slips past Bruce’s lips as he’s hoisted into the air, settled in Clark’s cupped palms.
“Put me down,” Bruce hisses, not satisfied with being manhandled so effortlessly. It’s humiliating, even more than the fact that he’s only three inches tall and wearing nothing but a scrap of fabric.
He is put down after a moment, dropped onto a strange, warm surface. One of Clark’s hands holds him to Clark’s throat, pressed to the hot, soft skin there. Bruce wants to protest further, blood rising to the surface of his cheeks, but he bites down the protest of his tongue when the warmth of Clark’s body starts to sink into Bruce’s skin. Clark runs hot as a furnace and that comes fully to Bruce’s advantage now, the heat wrapping around him and warming him down to his bones.
