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[brucenat]

a little drool never hurt anyone

You all are long overdue for a little fic. :)

Now, when I say little, I mean little. Under 200 words. There's more, lengthier work coming. For now, have this moment of Bruce napping on Nat's lap.

Read on for a tumblr-exclusive Brucenat flash story

Drool pooled on her denim-clad thigh and she couldn’t care less. Bruce was asleep, mouth slack, nestled against her. Over the past forty, forty-five minutes, as anxiety released him, he gradually uncurled from a tight crescent. His limbs moved one at a time with the slow-motion clumsiness of arcadian sleep. Once his head started to shift, his bulky, blue-accented headphones were quick to flee the scene, and she was happy to relieve him of them. How could she not, when he was angling, nuzzling himself into her in his unconsciousness? It hadn’t even disturbed him when she plucked up his phone and paused the classical music. In fact, when she’d done that, he’d fully turned onto his side, his nose toward her navel; burrowed closer to the core of her.

He was asleep like this–yes, drooling on her a bit. Nonetheless—and, if anything, because of that—she could understand how some people believed in miracles.