Title: Taunting Freckles
Category: Smallville/Batman (Crossover)
Rating: Strong T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce
Prompt: Freckles by strgazr04
Word Count: 441
Summary: There was a specific spot on her shoulder that he loved to kiss.
Taunting Freckles
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There was a specific spot on her shoulder that he loved to kiss. The second her skin was revealed, his mouth was automatically there, tongue tracing the design in her skin that he was sure she'd never paid much attention to. He, on the other hand, often traced them with his fingers while she slept peacefully next to him. Five freckles sat at the curve of her shoulder, leading onto her back and he noticed them long before she ever let his mouth wander her skin. Back when he had gotten good at pretending they were only business partners and he had no attraction to her. She'd come to Gotham on League work and hadn't planned to stay long, but he'd changed her mind of that as swiftly as he could.
For weeks that lasted far too long, in his opinion, he was forced to see those five freckles taunting him as she went on, oblivious to just how much he wanted and needed her. Physically, he found her entirely made up of soft curves and supple flesh. But it was her mind that caught his attention first; how quick and snarky and devious she could be while working for the better side. How she could knock him down a few notches with a handful of words and smirk at him knowingly when he just shook his head, falling further for the spirited blonde who'd walked into his city and claimed him without meaning to.
But now, she was his and so were the freckles that could no longer taunt him from afar. He could trace them and kiss them and gaze at them all he wanted. She laid next to him now, her arm curved above her head and her lips curled in a smile as she panted, bare chest heaving. His forefinger made shapes with the five freckles while she simply tried to catch her breath. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, trailing down her chest and nuzzling the top of her breast with his nose.
She laughed breathlessly. "We've barely stopped."
With a smirk as an answer, he slid between her thighs once more. He wasn't sure what it was about those freckles, but they always made him want her more, made him need her and crave her heat and her hands gripping him as her mouth fell open, his name cried from those lips he loved so much. He dipped his head, kissed her freckled shoulder and found her head, threading their fingers before he rocked against her, already feeling the slick apex of her thighs come alive. He was more than ready for round three.