Title: Intermission
Author: SkyBlueAzure
Characters/Pairing: Bruce/Gordon
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A very short story depicting a scenario.
Word Count: 515
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Notes: Derp, please R&R. Thank you!
Gordon's eyes snapped open as he heard a boats loud horn blow across the water. The commissioner sat up quickly the silk sheets pooling around his waist as he looked around the room. The window was open letting in light and a cool breeze that brought the sweet smell of the ocean with it.
For a moment Gordon momentarily forgot why he was in such a strange area, until he remembered Bruce Wayne had walked into his office and decided to whisk him half way across the world for a vacation. Gordon had tried to protest using any excuse he could throw together. 'I don't have anything packed,' was quickly deterred by a bright smile and, 'Alfred already packed everything while you were working.' Gordon had turned to Montoya for back up, but apparently the whole police station was a part of the-commissioner-really-needs-a-vacation-plan because she shook her head and pushed him out the door telling him that 'really commish they'd be fine.'
"Did you have a good sleep?" Bruce asked while he walked gracefully towards the window.
"Better than I have in awhile," Gordon replied as he raised his hands above his head stretching his back muscles.
"Good." Bruce beckoned Gordon to come look out of the window with him before he held out a plate of deliciously juicy oranges and tea. "I brought some breakfast; flown in all the way from china."
"Yum," Gordon said as he stumbled over to where Bruce stood taking an orange slice grimacing as the juice ran down his fingers. He quickly licked along his hand catching the fruity liquid leaving sticky trails down his palm. Gordon quickly stopped, a blush forming on his cheeks (probably down his neck and melting towards his ears as well, Gordon scowled to himself), as he looked up to see the pure lust and hunger in Bruce's eyes. A low growl escaped Bruce's lips before their lips were crushed together in a fury of passion.
Soon after Gordon found himself gasping, his hands curled into the sheets beneath him. Bruce whispered words, some incoherent, about how much he loved Gordon and needed him as they pushed against each other lovingly. Gordon's head spun as the duo reached climax calling out each other's names in wake of their pleasure.
Once they had come down from their sex induced high, Bruce whispered his voice filled with perplexed anxiety; as if Gordon's answer would change everything between them, "we could stay here forever if you wanted to."
"It's really nice here," Gordon sighed reaching across the bed to take a sip of his now cold tea. Gordon had no doubt that Bruce and him could stay in this paradise forever, but Gotham was his home, what he lived for. "But I need Gotham in awe of all her faults."
Bruce let out a sigh before kissing Gordon deep and slow filled completely with trust and love. Bruce pulled Gordon against him before he laughed, "besides, I don't think Alfred would appreciate if I ran off again and kidnaped the Gotham Cities commoner all in one day."