He would never punch Alfred. Alfred is a saint upon any Earth he walks on. The only person he considers more competent as a parent in the entire world is his own mother. Sorry, Jon.
Clark's response to the pure ridiculousness of this comment is to lean down and kiss the side of Bruce's head again.
"Truly magnanimous of you. Talking, cuddling, and guaranteed s'mores."
"S'more." A correction. He'll definitely eat one, more than that is up in the air. Bruce lays his head against Clark's chest and sighs almost silently, enjoying how warm he is as usual. Hopefully Clark doesn't think this is for Valentine's Day, as at this point Bruce has forgotten that it exists. (He's trying to forget his birthday exists, too, in light of the conversation with Barry.)
Clark wouldn't even dream that Bruce would remember Valentine's Day other than a day when romantic-themed crime might be more likely. His birthday, on the other hand--
Well, Clark's going to do something there. But he's not going to specifically point out that it's for his birthday, or say happy birthday, or do anything to indicate that whatever his plans are have anything to do with said birthday. Because he believes Bruce's birth is something that should be celebrated, but he knows how Bruce will take it.
A grunt at that. Alright, alright. Bruce noses against his chest and eyes him after, still not tired but not keen on moving. What the hell have you done to him, Clark, being content to just lay around. For shame.
"I need to start doing push-ups while we sit around," he murmurs, his eyes closed.
Clark's chest shudders with a held-in laugh as he leans down and over to kiss him, sweet and slow. It's a tiny bit awkward because of the position, but Clark really doesn't mind. Bruce requires kissing for that, for reasons he probably couldn't adequately explain if he tried to put it into words.
Bruce sets his glasses aside and moves over, laying on his back and pulling Clark towards him, over him. He wraps his arms around his shoulders and bumps their noses together before kissing him. It's slow and exploratory-- despite the fact that they've kissed each other a thousand times by now, Bruce loves how it always feels like something impossible, incredible.
Clark is very easy to move if you happen to be someone he wants to kiss. And he definitely wants to kiss Bruce, just about any time he can. Slow and exploratory is perfect right now, as they settle back into the world together. Not that he can help his hands sliding up to get into Bruce's hair and settle against his hip. Slow, yes... a nice slow burn.
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Sorry, Jon.Clark's response to the pure ridiculousness of this comment is to lean down and kiss the side of Bruce's head again.
"Truly magnanimous of you. Talking, cuddling, and guaranteed s'mores."
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Well, Clark's going to do something there. But he's not going to specifically point out that it's for his birthday, or say happy birthday, or do anything to indicate that whatever his plans are have anything to do with said birthday. Because he believes Bruce's birth is something that should be celebrated, but he knows how Bruce will take it.
"One s'more for you. One for me. S'mores."
It comes with a light squeeze.
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"I need to start doing push-ups while we sit around," he murmurs, his eyes closed.
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"Though I like this. This is nice too."
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This is nice, though.
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When he's done--
"I'll keep that in mind."
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