Pairings/Characters (this chapter): Steve/Diana, Clark/Bruce
Genres: Challenge, Fluff, Romance, Slice-Of-Life
Rating (this chapter): PG-13
Claim: For the dcu_freeforall Challenge (Clark/Bruce)
Prompt: T 16; P 50: Ocean/Sea
Prompt Count: (8/15)
General Summary: Clark, Bruce, Steve, and Diana share a cottage at the beach.
Chapter Summary: Fun in the sun!
Date Of Completion: July 10, 2009
Date Of Posting: July 28, 2009
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1201
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for my 2009 DCU Fic/Art Summer-By-The-Sea Challenge. Prompts: Too many to list! I used a lot. ;) Also written for saavikam77’s dcu_freeforall 2009 Summer Challenge. Prompts: 23. T16; P33: Summer & Special Prompt No. 3: Cook-out.
The By-The-Sea series is an umbrella title for various DC couples enjoying time by-the-sea. The entire series can be found here.
DAY SO BRIGHT
On shore’s edge,
Cotton clouds drifting,
In a sky of blue.
Glitter in sand,
As light pours
O’er sand and sea.
Let the light
Wash over you.
"String Of Diamonds"
It was like a pod of playful dolphins, Steve thought with a laugh.
After setting up umbrella and blankets, the four of them had kicked off sandals, removed shirts and robes, and had run pell-mell into the sea.
There was splashing and diving and laughter, strong bodies glistening in the sun. Steve stole a kiss from Diana and she swam away playfully, Steve following with powerful strokes.
Clark pulled Bruce under the water, the Bat coming up spluttering.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that,” Bruce promised, pushing the wet hair out of his eyes.
“Go ahead and try!”
A gleam entered midnight-blue eyes, and Bruce grabbed at Clark, who took off with a wicked smile on his face.
Steve caught Diana’s foot and pulled her to him, the Amazon wiggling as she twisted around, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She swam close, wrapping her legs around his waist as he cupped her buttocks, her arms encircling his neck. They kissed, Diana’s eyes sparkling as they parted, her fingers running through his hair.
“You are like Poseidon rising from the sea, my love.”
Steve smiled. “And you are like Aphrodite rising from the sea as well, Angel.”
Not far away Bruce had caught Clark and dunked him, the Kryptonian bursting upward, diamond droplets glittering on perfect skin. He looked at Bruce saucily.
“Ha! Just beginning, Boy Scout.”
Bruce made a grab for Clark, who easily eluded him. His expression was mischievous as he led Bruce on a merry chase, slowing down to let Bruce catch him.
Kisses, laughter, and more playful wrestling as Bruce administered his ‘punishment’.
There was more laughter as the two couples returned to their blankets, drying off and eager for lunch.
The beach was private, suiting them just fine. Clark handed out the sandwiches, giving bottled water to Bruce and Diana while he and Steve chose Diet Coke.
A sailboat with a burnt-orange sail drifted by, a speedboat’s growl further out as it sped past the beach.
Steve unwrapped his turkey sandwich, enjoying the smoked flavor while crunching crisp lettuce, enjoying the sharp tang of mustard.
While Bruce and Clark bantered, Steve observed them. Two perfectly-toned bodies, one smooth, the other showing scars from his chosen work. He enjoyed looking, reflecting wryly on the irony of his orientation leaning more toward his own gender before he met Diana, and he knew it had been the same for her.
I guess it just goes to show you that it’s more chemistry than packaging.
Still, he was glad he kept in shape. It was easy to find the time for exercise as pilots had to stay in tip-top shape and the military provided equipment and time to use it.
He was still a little awed at sitting here on the beach with the Trinity, for cryin’ out loud! He was on the beach with the most powerful man and woman on the planet, and the most exceptional non-meta.
He considered himself darned lucky to be here.
Diana touched his shoulder. “Darling, would you get me some ice cream?”
“Sure.” Steve lifted the lid of the cooler and took out a strawberry-and-vanilla Hoodsie cup. “You gentlemen want any?”
“Strawberry, “Clark said as he finished his chicken sandwich.
“Chocolate,” Bruce said as he capped his water bottle.
Steve tossed each a cup and took a strawberry one for himself.
The ice cream was smooth and creamy as it slid down his throat.
“Mmm, good,” Diana said.
Steve chuckled. “Mom always said your appetite gets bigger at the beach. She’s right. I am ravenous.”
Diana put on her sunglasses, the tiny jewels sparkling in the sunlight. “I have always felt hungrier by the sea.”
“Maybe it’s a primal thing,” Clark said as he licked the wooden spoon that came with his cup.
Bruce watched him, hastily averting his eyes as he dug into his ice cream.
“Could be.” Steve watched a seagull ride an incoming wave.
“Come to think of it, I always got hungrier at Miller’s Pond when we went on picnics.”
“You are hungry at any time,” Bruce snarked, Clark merely grinning.
After lunch Steve stretched out on his blanket, smirking at the Wonder Woman design. Clark had a Batman blanket and Bruce a Superman one. Diana had chosen Black Canary.
Diana opened the bottle of suntan lotion and massaged it into her lover’s skin as she straddled him, Clark doing the same for Bruce.
“Mmm,” Steve said as he rested his head on his crossed arms.
Diana’s hands glided over his shoulders and down his back, skimming tantalizingly close to his swimsuit. She coated his legs and he sat up, admiring the view as she knelt on his blanket.
She stretched out on her blanket, Steve happily applying lotion to her skin.
Her muscles were strong under his touch, his fingers skimming over voluptuous curves. He leaned down and kissed the top of her hair.
“A half hour, my love, then under the umbrella,” she said.
Steve grinned as he settled on his blanket. “You take good care of me.”
She reached out and lightly touched his shoulder. “You are so fair. You must be careful.”
He kissed her fingers. “Always, my love.”
She smiled contentedly and removed her sunglasses, resting her head on her rolled-up robe.
Steve did the same, feeling well-loved.
Bruce was stretched out on his blanket, head pillowed on his folded arms as Clark worked lotion into his back. His lover, of course, needed no lotion. His skin welcomed the sun, giving his body unparalleled power.
Bruce smelled the cocoa butter and listened to a speedboat roar by. Speedboats were good for chasing criminals, but sailboats should be used on the water on a beautiful day like this.
He should rent a boat and take everyone out. Steve didn’t have much experience and was eager to learn; he’d already taught Clark the ropes, and Diana was an expert.
He smiled. Who would have thought he’d be thinking about sailing instead of obsessing over some case? He was getting good at this vacation thing.
He felt a whoosh! of air, seconds later the same cool breeze tickling his legs. Warm hands resumed massaging his shoulders.
“Where’d you go?”
“ A little girl was falling off the speedboat. I put her back on board without anyone the wiser.”
“She saw you?”
“No, but she said, ‘Thank you, Superman!’”
“Smart little girl.” Bruce felt himself begin to drift off. “Wake me in a half hour to get under the umbrella.”
Bruce smiled as he fell asleep.
When he awoke, he felt the coolness of shade. Rolling over, he cracked open an eye and saw the umbrella over him and Steve, Diana and Clark standing at the water’s edge.
Smiling, he went back to sleep.
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