Title: Christmas With The Waynes
Fandom: Smallville/ DC Comics/ Batman - Nolan Verse
Pairing/Characters: Chloe/Bruce
Rating: R (sexual material, kink)
Disclaimer: all characters belong to CW/DC Comics
Word Count:3373
Spoilers/Warnings: Not beta read.
Summary: Part of the Legs We Stand On series. Chloe and Bruce celebrate Christmas with their boys, and nothing could be more perfect until trouble strikes.
Notes: Christmas themed one-shot requested by Dream4.
Bruce awoke to find himself alone in the bed. The fireplace was crackling, the tall flames burning bright. Outside the window the snow was falling softly. It must have snowed all night because the glass panes were frosted over and snow was piled high on the window ledge. He sat up and leaned back against the headboard with a frown. He didn't like sleeping alone, he'd gotten used to his tiny, blonde-haired, radiant-heat emitting bed buddy, and he liked it even less when he woke up without her beside him, her glorious smile on her face as she greeted him good morning. He wondered where she could have got to before he recalled what day it was.
He sighed throwing back the covers. Even with the fire, the chill hit him immediately and he shuffled stiffly to the armchair where she must have left his robe out to warm for him. He pushed his arms into the sleeves and folded the terry cloth over his boxers, belting it at the waist.
Running a hand through his hair to tidy his short black curls, he went to the bathroom to at least wash his face and brush his teeth before he went in search for her.
He found his family in the sitting room, the boys all on the floor by the tree, tearing into presents while Chloe and Alfred looked on. His family. His heart swelled at the thought. He'd never dreamed he would find this for himself, that with all the tragedy, challenges and dangers in his life. He'd despaired that he could ever be blessed this way. After Rachel he'd given up believing that there could be someone who would not only accept this other part, integral, necessary and dark side of himself but also that he would allow himself to get close to. Chloe had been a surprise. On so many fronts. She'd barreled into his life, right into danger. She refused to let him distance himself, she refused to stay in the relative safety he wanted to keep her in. She was all in or not at all. So he'd trained her still believing that he could keep her away from danger. He should have known she was too spirited and stubborn to ever stay locked away. If trouble didn't find her, she always managed to find it. He chuckled softly, at least with her healing ability it took the edge of his worry over her recklessness just a smidgen. He'd never not worry, she was his life.
Alfred was getting on, he tried not to let his weariness show but Bruce noticed everything. How much harder he was leaning on his cane these days, how quickly he tired, how his hands shook sometimes. Parkinson's. It had crept up on him and surprised all of them. There were treatments but Alfred refused to submit to anything radical. He dismissed it as nerves and old age. He refused to be fussed over. So he and Chloe bowed to his wises, subtly doing their best to lighten his load. He still insisted that he was Butler and caretaker of their family. They'd hired a cleaner to come in twice a week and Chloe cooked as much as she could so that Alfred didn't stand for hours in the kitchen every night. They also made a point to go out as a family to a restaurant once a week. Alfred joining of course, he'd ceased being the help and had become a member of the family long before Bruce had decided to come out of anonymity and return to Gotham well over a decade ago.
Chloe turned and spotted him in the doorway, she smiled her heart warming smile he knew was solely reserved for him.
"Good morning, my nocturnal husband."
She put her arm around his waist and kissed him thoroughly and deeply, to the collective groans of distaste from their boys. Bruce smirked at them over her shoulder and Chloe turned to them, still hugging them.
"I guess we can open the rest now." She untangled herself from him and squeezed his hand. "You had a late night, so I didn't want to wake you. Tried to rein these guys in until you could join us. No easy feat let me tell you."
Bruce grinned. "I can imagine."
"Thanks for the season's Knights tickets, Bruce. And for the bike," Dick said and they shared a nod. He wouldn't elaborate because they both knew how bad Damian wanted to learn to ride, and if he knew that Bruce had given a new prototype Pod bike to Dick, he might ask for Dick's old bike, or even worse, start with the begging for lessons again. "Kara will be here soon with a couple of things for everyone."
Chloe groaned. "I hope Lois and Clark didn't go crazy again with the gifts. I know they like spoiling you guys but they can't really afford a lot on their reporter salaries."
Bruce snorted. They both knew that people practically threw their merchandise at Superman in the hopes that he'd endorse them or even be caught wearing or using it. Most he could politely decline but the stuff that was just dumped at the Daily Planet for forwarding, he was kind of at a loss to return. Especially if Lois or Jimmy saw it first. The bigger stuff he guilt-ed them into returning, but other things he just didn't have the heart to deprive her off. Like a remote controlled hover camera or Louis Vuitton luggage. And even more often than not, they were genuine thank you gifts. For the hero work Superman did. And no matter how many times he said it, that he didn't done the uniform and do hero work for reward, there would always be those special few who would always want to express their gratitude anyway they could.
Kara appeared behind him and the draft chased her in. She shook off the snow from her winter coat and looked at her boots sheepishly. They were leaving wet puddles on the floor. "Sorry. Smallville's snowed in too. But I come bearing gifts!"
There were eager shouts and Damian and Tim waited patiently for Kara to hand out their presents. Dick stood and strolled over, hugging Kara and kissed her lightly with a grin. "Missed you," he whispered.
Kara blushed and pushed him back gently. "Knock it off you, I saw you this morning. Advantages of super-speed, I can be everywhere I need to be. Lois says that she's only doing the kids this year. Said you guys have all the luck, kids and loads of money."
Chloe nodded, knowing that while Lois would have said it in jest there was a pain she couldn't share behind the message. They were hesitant to adopt because of Clark's secret. Chloe hoped that the trials Clark was experimenting with in the Fortress using blue Kryptonite would yield the results they wished for. Unlike Dax-Ur who had worn a blueK bracelet to pursue a human relationship, Clark couldn't do that and still be Superman. Lois had spoken with Dax's daughter. It had taken her parents years of trying after they got married with her father wearing the bracelet every day for her to be conceived. Lois and Clark didn't have that kind of time to hope and wait. Just as Gotham would always need Batman, Metropolis and the world needed Superman.
With torn festive paper all over the rug, spreading to the polished wood floor and the two boys thoroughly spoiled with more gifts than they could possibly use in a year, Chloe made a mental note to remember to take them down to the Wayne Children's Ward and Gotham City Metro Hospital later in the day. They had made it a tradition to forward one of the gifts they'd received to someone else, and also to hand out a gift they'd especially purchased before hand for each child in admission. They also had dinner duty at the homeless shelter at St. John's Cathedral tonight, with new woolen coats and hats for the poor.
Chloe sat in Bruce's lap and rubbed her nose against his. "You gave me a very thoughtful gift, darling. I didn't realize I'd been so obvious about where I wanted to spend New Years."
Bruce squeezed her closer and buried his face in her neck, kissing her until she giggled and squirmed in his arms. "Family is as important to me as it is to you. And you know that nothing makes me happier than to see you smile."
Chloe's eyes glistened with tears. "Do you think you can handle being away though?" she asked wiping at her eyes.
Bruce kissed a spot that she'd missed, dotting away the wet trail her happy tears had left. "It's only for a couple of days. Dick and Kara promised to stay on till we get back."
"My Mom's going to love it. I should call her and let her know, but I have to give you your present yet."
Bruce careened to look over her shoulder. "There's nothing left under there. If there was I'm sure our two sleuths in the making would have pounced on it by now," he said with a laugh.
Chloe arched an eyebrow at him. "It's for your eyes only," she said touching her head to his and whispering to him softly.
Bruce gulped, his body hardening at the implication of her words immediately. He cleared his throat and looked over to his family lounging around the sitting room, enjoying a late brunch Alfred had served up. "You guys can handle yourself for awhile? I have... Just got an alert that I need to deal with."
Dick moved to stand as Bruce did and Kara held him back. "Not that kind of an alert," she said pointedly.
And Chloe laughed, tugging her slightly flustered husband to the doorway. "You kids behave. Alfred, you're in charge of course."
"Yes, ma'am."
Chloe rolled her eyes as he dipped at them with a knowing smile. They would always be his two young headstrong charges in his eyes.
Reaching their bedroom, Chloe threw a few more logs on the fire and stoked it before turning to Bruce. "Make yourself comfortable, here or there," she said motioning to the rug in front of the mantle and their king-size bed.
He took a seat in the armchair and smirked at her.
Chloe disappeared into the bathroom and before she re-entered the bedroom, she used the remote to turn off all the lights. The only light in the room was coming from the pale light coming through the frost covered window and the fireplace.
Bruce got to his feet drinking in the sight of her, his jaw dropping and his hands falling uselessly to his sides. "When did you? How did you?"
It was Chloe's turn to smirk in satisfaction at her costume drawing the desired reaction from her stoic, unflappable husband. "You like?" She uncoiled her whip and cracked it, the tightly braided leather hissing through the air and snapping at the vacant space inches from his hip.
He smiled devilishly at her. "Been making new friends I see."
"Selena and I have always been civil. When Barbara and I helped her and Holly start fresh, new IDs, new jobs, new house, she taught me a few tricks. I always knew it wasn't the outfit that you really had a secret kink over. It's this." She cracked the whip again.
Bruce stalked toward her and she stopped him in his tracks, using the whip to pin his arms to his sides.
"You're gonna want me to touch you, you like it when I touch you," he said his voice deepening, almost to his Batman persona.
Chloe walked closer, her five inch pencil heels causing her to walk more slowly than she usually would. She leaned in close, the bottom cut out of the cowl allowing her to rub her chin along his jaw and the shell of his ear before she licked his earlobe and nibbled on it lightly, driving him wild. He had very sensitive ears, another way he related to his bats. Though they still unsettled him now and then, he preferred their company to having to attend society functions or suffer degenerate thugs any day of the week.
Bruce licked his suddenly dry lips, he had developed a terminal case of cotton mouth while staring at her. He needed to kiss her, he itched to touch her, he could easily slip out of this hold but he wanted to have her fun. He could see that she was enjoying this dominant act, and he was enjoying the show.
She walked them back to the edge of the bed, and he allowed himself to fall back on the covers. Chloe put her knee between his legs and parted them. "The strong and powerful Bruce Wayne is just going to lie there and take it?"
He's eyes glittered dangerously. "Be careful, my darling. You taunt a sleeping tiger enough, he just might stir and maul you."
"Maybe I want to be challenged, maybe I like danger," she said smirking down at him, lifting her knee to run along the seam of his boxers, feeling his bulging length straining against the fabric.
Bruce sat up and stole her lips in a bruising kiss, it was all teeth and tongues dueling for dominance and when Chloe tried to pull back he latched onto her bottom lip, catching it with his teeth, only letting her go slowly when her hand ripped his boxers from his hips and she took his throbbing aching hardness in her hand, pumping ruthlessly.
He shuddered and leaned into her, his face nosing her cleavage. She wore black leather matching underwear with a leather garter belt holding up sheer black stockings. What he couldn't feel with his hands, he'd make do via other methods. He ran his stubble covered cheek over her sensitive breasts, feeling her shiver and her rhythm faltered. He used his teeth to pull down one of the cups and took her rosy nipple into his mouth. He lapped and rolled his tongue around the tip and sucked until he heard her cry out. He was just about to repeat the move on her other breast when she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.
He swore loudly when her warm wet cavernous mouth took his length whole. She worked him from the his leaking head, all the way to his balls and he couldn't hold back anymore. He wrestled himself free from the whip and slid his hand under the cape, wrapping his hand around her neck, fingering the edge of her custom made cowl. He could just feel the locks of her blonde hair tucked under there, out of sight. He released the strangle hold he had on the coverlet with his other hand and cupped her chin. "Sweetheart, stop. When I come, I want it to be inside you with your wet sex coaxing it out of me. Come here, you minx."
Chloe crawled up and sat astride him. She released the catch on the cowl and pulled it from her head. The cape falling from her shoulders and hitting the floor behind her. She ran her hands through her long locks and shook out her sweaty hair. Bruce shrugged off his robe as he watched her. While he'd enjoyed her gift, while he was still enjoying it, he never appreciated the use of his hands more than that moment, being able to hold her, to drag her closer till their bodies met and he could kiss her as she deserved. As he always did, with gentleness, thorough attention and love.
Reaching between them, Chloe pushed her panties to the side, took him in her hand and slowly inched down onto him. Their union always brought a sense of completion that neither had ever felt with anyone else. They fit together, they belonged together and now they were one in every sense of the word. They fought together, they raised a family together, they lived together and they loved each other, wholly and completely.
Bruce let her set the pace but soon he gripped her hips and flipped them back so that she was lying beneath him, her legs hooked behind him as he drove into her deeply and steadily.
His kissed every available expanse of skin he could reach and thanked her foresight at having a front clasping bra, so he could get it out of the way without destroy it. He rather fancied her new outfit, her Christmas present for him.
Soon she was crying out and clenching down on him hard. He drove into her, thrusting wildly, sweat rolling down the valley of his back and his neck and chest, lasting a few more seconds before his own climax hit. He lowered himself slowly, mindful not to crush her with his weight and chuckled lightly when she wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly, before rocking them expertly, flipping them over. She kept them joined as she straddled him, running her palms along his slick body and up to cup either side of his face.
"I think this view could grow on me," he teased. "You could make a habit out of it, and then I'd turn into one of those really lazy husbands that let their wives do all the work."
Chloe kissed him softly and tapped his nose thoughtfully with a grin, shaking her head before she leaned down to kiss him again. "You couldn't do it," she said whispering, her lips a breath from his. "You like behind in control to much." Her mouth twitched with a grin and he grinned back.
"Who says I can't still be in control with you on top?" he said tickling her ribs. Chloe let out a squeal of laughter and fell to the side.
He was about to attack her again when a familiar bleeping sound caught their attention.
"Duty calls," she teased playfully.
Bruce growled in irritation and propped himself up on one elbow to retrieve his Batman communicator module from the nightstand. "Can't they give us Christmas off? They're not only evil, insane and self involved, they're Scrooges."
"Says the man who never celebrated Christmas or any holiday at all, until I came along."
Bruce looked across at her fondly and traced her cheek. "You gave me a reason to celebrate. You gave me a family, Chloe."
She traced his bottom lip with her thumb and he took her wrist and kissed her palm. "I love you, Bruce. Merry Christmas," she said leaning across to kiss him thoroughly. She pulled back reluctantly with a wink. "Now get to work," she said slapping playfully on his delicious naked behind before rolling out of the bed.
Bruce glared at her, his eyes turning predatory before he launched over and dragged her back. He pinned her to the mattress and he kissed each of her breasts and the spot when her could feel her still thundering heart beat, before he touched his forehead to hers. "Stay safe out there with the boys."
Chloe snorted, her eyes smarting a little and her heart pounding to the point of almost bursting with the way he was watching her. So many years together and still the love and intensity of his gaze could set her heart racing. "Same to you, lover. Come back in one piece."
Bruce gave her one last kiss and pulled on his robe to head for the cave. After he left, she got ready, showered and changed and took the boys down to the hospital. It was beyond freezing outside, and they had to rug up to the hilt with hats, scarves, gloves, winter boots and thick wool coats. Alfred had put the snow chains on and drove even slower and more carefully than usual which meant it took twice as long to reach the hospital. But Alfred, ever cautious wouldn't be hurried and for once Chloe enjoyed the ride, in no great hurry to be anywhere but enjoy the winter wonderland that Gotham had been transformed into over night.