That day among many others

Clark dislodged himself from Bruce's arm and turned off his alarm clock. He stretched out, turning his head towards Bruce's face, who was still giving himself some time before opening his eyes. He had discovered over the years that if there was no emergency, Bruce always had trouble getting up. Clark leaned over his neck and delivered a myriad of kisses.

"Uh... hi. "

Clark smiled as he kissed Bruce's back again.

"Hi. "

He straightened up and sat on the edge of his bed to put on his prosthesis. He felt Bruce's movements in the bed, heard the tinkling of Bruce's plates around his neck and felt the warmth of his breath on his neck.

"Slept well? "

Bruce kissed his neck as Clark put on his second leg.

"Yes, but I'm still sore from last night... "

Clark felt Bruce's smile as he continued to kiss his neck.

"As if I'm going to pity you. You only reap what you sow. "

The brunette put his artificial foot on the ground and turned to Bruce to kiss him.

"And I don't regret it in the least! "

Clark got up and walked out the door first. Ace and Krypto were waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs, like music paper. Clark let them out into the park while he made coffee. Bruce joined him to fill the dogs' bowls.

"Scrambled eggs, bacon and toast? "

Bruce nodded.

"Perfect. I'm off to the bathroom. "

Clark already had his head in the refrigerator when he left. He prepared their breakfast, putting the juices on the table, pouring their coffee. The eggs and bacon were just finished cooking when Bruce came back from his shower.

"How would you like to go for a walk in Central Park today?" Bruce suggested. "All of us together. "

Clark looked up at him, a little surprised.

"Why not? It looks like it's a little sunny this afternoon. Besides, since we're not running this morning, it'll give them a chance to exercise outside the park. "

Bruce approved. Clark had finally given him a taste for simple walks, quiet activities on weekends. When they weren't working. Clark swallowed a sip of coffee before resuming:

"And we could take those pastries you like at Tommy's on Fifth Avenue. "

Bruce smiled a tender smile at Clark. The man knew him better than anyone else.

"We could push vice and have dinner at the Continental. "

It was a great restaurant that Clark loved. It was very popular in New York and people had to make reservations months in advance to get a table. The brown gave him a negative head shake.

"You're dreaming, Bruce. We didn't make a reservation and I don't want you playing with your status. But since you seem to be in the mood for vice... I'd like us to take a few days off and go to... Malta. It's nice Malta. "

Bruce liked Malta. He went there when he was young, with his butler Alfred. It was a destination that brought back many happy memories.

"I can do that, but I would only take a week, I have too much work. "

Clark had a big smile on his face.

"Super! Shall we book that for... three weeks? I've already laid down days. "

Bruce was thinking. In three weeks time, he will have plenty of time to lay down his days at the same time as Clark. Either for... the end of March. He growled.

"You know I don't like to celebrate my birthday. "

The brunette leaned over to kiss him.

"Correction, you don't like getting presents. And I know you don't like it because everyone thought you were born in May. But now I'm talking about a trip, a beautiful hotel, the sea, the sun, and just the two of us. "

Clark's mouth went down his neck. Bruce closed his eyes, feeling weak from giving in so easily to Clark. He knew he would say yes, just to please him. Because he loved Clark, adored him and was happy enough to make his own.

"Okay. The two of us, five-star service and a bed. "

Clark let out a small laugh against his throat.

"I would expect nothing less from you. "

Bruce lifted his husband's head to kiss him, sliding his hand on the back of his neck. They separated only to catch their breath.

"I love you, Kal. More than you can ever imagine. "

Clark ran his hand through Bruce's dark hair.

"I love you, B. You mean the world to me. "

Bruce observed the deep blue of Clark's eyes. He approached to place a kiss on his forehead and moved backwards.

"Well, now that that's settled, I'm off to the shower! "

Bruce nodded his head.

"I'm going to wash the dishes and finish getting dressed. "

Clark stopped while he was on the stairs.

"Mh. I'll be you, I'll get dressed after I get Ace and Krypto home. The ground seems to be quite loose this morning. "

Bruce made a grimace as he looked outside. Ace and Krypto loved the mud. He made a promise to himself that the next time it rained during night, it would be Clark's turn to take them out. He may have been the man of his life, but he wouldn't get off that easy!

They each prepare to go out. Bruce put on blue jeans, a white polo shirt and put on a black leather jacket. He equipped himself with his Ray-Bans that covered his face well enough and hesitated before giving up the idea of wearing a scarf. It didn't look like there was much wind outside. And then, he was not very cold.

Next to him, Clark had put on his usual outfit. Bruce looked up at the fateful plaid shirt. He would never be able to get him to give up the country style of dress. Clark loved wearing plaid shirts. This one was red and his shirt underneath was grey. In addition to his light brown leather jacket, he really had the look of a farm guy straight out of Kansas. Clark smiled a silly smile at him.

"I only dress like this when I'm not working, let me enjoy it! "

Bruce shook his head.

"And then you wonder why I don't take many days off... "

Clark slaped him on the shoulder, eliciting a smile from the other. He then checked that everything was in place while Clark put the harnesses on the dogs.

"Sit. "

He had his papers, car keys on him, leashes were in the car. He went to the dresser in the hallway and opened his drawer. His service weapon was there, his backup gun was there, his FBI badge…

"Have you seen my knife? "

He heard Clark's sigh of exasperation.

"On the bedside table. "

"What's he doing up there? "

Bruce went up the stairs and heard Clark answer him:

"You know, that's when I undressed you so I could have sex with you and you forgot to take your knife out of your ankle! I am a great danger! "

He clearly heard Clark's sarcastic tone. He retrieved his knife with its holster and tied it to his ankle and then went back down.

"You know very well that you should always carry a knife with you. "

Clark was waiting for him at the door.

"Yes, when we were in Iraq. There, you don't need to have such security! You take with you a 12 centimeter semi-sheathed blade, matt, with a notch and a one-handed opening. Not to mention that you have to have the window breaker with the belt cutter? "

Bruce is narrowing his eyes.

"Says the man who always carries around his perfect bomb disposal kit with him. "

Clark opened his mouth, then closed it again. He growled as he opened the door.

"I feel naked without it," he grumbled as he walked out, followed by their dogs.

Bruce slammed the door as he activated the opening of the 4x4. He swore as he realized that he hadn't taken the keys to their house.

"Shit, I forgot the keys again. "

Clark laughed as they both got into the vehicle. The dogs took their place in the back seat.

"Still, it's not a real kit. Just tape, pliers and a small Swiss Army knife. "

"You're going in. "

The brown groaned and crossed his arms.

"Paranoid. "

"I love you too. "

Clark answered with a middle finger and Bruce started out smiling. He loved their little squabbles. It had taken him a while to open up fully to Clark, but it had come. Clark had understood better than anyone how he worked, and if it had been difficult at times, it had only strengthened the complicity they shared.

Bruce knew that once he was out, he would be neutral and impassive again. It was so natural for him that it didn't require any effort on his part. But that wouldn't stop him from enjoying all the moments he shared with Clark. And as long as Clark knew, what the rest of the world thought, he didn't care. They were happy, and that was all that mattered.

Well, that's all for those moments we shared ! Thank you for you reading, I wish you a Happy New Year ;)