Title: Companion
Category: Smallville/Batman Crossover
Rating: Strong T
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Chloe/Bruce
Prompt: Bed Spread by fran06
Word Count: 559
Summary: There were some things only her husband could do.
Companion
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She loved his blanket. It was heavy and warm, a dark black that always reminded her of him. She could spend whole mornings just curled up in his blanket; his scent lingered, making her feel entirely wrapped up in him. She could comfort herself while he was out, roaming the Gotham streets for crime. While she couldn't always fall asleep with his arms around her she could curl up in his blanket, breathe in the heady scent that screamed Bruce to her. Its warmth, its all encompassing mass, its deep color that reflected the darkness in his eyes, the way it seemed to comfort her when she was at her lowest.
But... as much as she loved the blanket and how it was always there to fill the emptiness of the large bed, it compared nothing to having him there with her. The nights he didn't have to go out or couldn't leave to patrol, were the best. Some part of her was used to this; after years of living this life, never sure whether or not he'd be there with her throughout the night. She took the bad with the good though. There was no going back for her. She came here, found him, and planned never to leave. While some nights were lonely, her blanket the only companion she could rely on, the nights he was there made up for all of that. Because then she could relish in his actual arms, she could breathe in his fresh scent; expensive cologne, body wash, and something distinctly him. She could stare into his eyes rather than at the blanket and enjoy his warmth instead of wrapping herself in layers of fabric.
She ran a hand from the base of his neck down his back, relishing in each inch of hard flesh beneath her fingers. She pressed her face against his neck, inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering. Her leg slid between his, her body arching until her entire front was plastered to him. With all the comforts of a blanket, there were some things only her husband could do. His hands slid down her body, taking her negligee with them, until her bare upper half was touching him, his heated skin warming her, making her shiver at the sudden temperature change. His mouth spread across her shoulders and down her chest, lips smoothing over her skin in tender but passionate kisses that left her whimpering, wanting.
He leaned her back, his body sliding over hers, making her feel small, delicate. His hands found hers, fingers twining, lifting high above her head to lie against the pillow. Her knees rose, braced on either of his hips, tightening against him, drawing him closer. As he kissed from her neck down, his chest rubbed against her, the friction making her breasts flash with pleasure. She bit her lip, writhing beneath him, wanting more of that, more of him. And as he breathed her name, "Chloe," she knew, he loved these nights just as much as her; waited for the nights where he could put away the Bat suit and all that it entailed and just be Bruce... Just be her husband and have his wife all to himself.
She could feel the blanket at her feet and kicked it away. She didn't need it tonight; it'd been replaced with a much better companion.
