Summer Nights - Suggested by the amazing @scamandersnewt from a while back. The summer night is like a perfection of thought. Here is a collection of feel good songs to chill out for a perfect late-night summer party.
Sid’s nothing but an intermittent flicker of silver at the moment, the water’s surface only rippling slightly as his powerful form surges by the dock. Zhenya smiles and leans back on his hands. He keeps his feet out of the water; he’s already been yanked into the lake twice today. He’s ready to stay dry at this point. It’s a perfect summer night, and twilight is only just starting to edge out the sunset. A few early stars are winking into visibility over the trees. And Zhenya has never felt this peaceful in all his life.
There’s a sudden rush of water, and there’s Sid, heaving himself out of the lake and into a sitting position on the edge of the dock. His tail trails off into the water, and Zhenya allows himself a moment to just look. Sid’s so beautiful. His scales are various shades of silvery grey, and they wink in the light. His skin’s starting to lose its winter paleness, and with his hair slicked back by the water like this, his perfect bone structure looks even more unearthly than usual. Zhenya lets his gaze wander over Sid’s powerful shoulders, the corded muscle of his forearms, the rivulets of water making their way down his chest.
When his eyes meet Sid’s again, Sid’s smirking a little. “Sh,” Zhenya says, even though Sid hasn’t said anything. “I’m allowed look. Put ring on it.” Sid’s smirk softens into a gentle smile at that.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “You did.” He lets himself fall backward, his head landing in Zhenya’s lap, and raises his left hand, spreading his fingers against the darkening sky, admiring the hammered silver ring Zhenya gave him just yesterday. “You sure did.” And there’s nothing for it but for Zhenya to catch Sid’s hand and kiss the palm of it, then the back, then the thin skin of Sid’s wrists. Sid inhales sharply. “G. You have to stop now.” Zhenya grumbles in reply, and makes a petulant face.
“Why?” he asks.
Sid’s eyes go half-lidded and there’s gravel in his voice when he answers. “Because. I want to dry off and get my legs back before this goes any further.” Zhenya nods frantically in response.
“Ok, best plan. I’m grab towels.” He slides his legs out from under Sid and gets to his feet. Sid’s ridiculous laugh follows him as he jogs over to the stack of towels sitting on one of the deck chairs. Smart, beautiful. Zhenya really is the luckiest man alive.
She jumped, quickly trying to pull her cigarette behind her back as she turned to the door.
“Oh! Mr. Kent! Hello.”
“Are you alright?” He looked her over puzzled.
“Oh. I’m fine. I’m just-”
She glanced around her for an excuse. She found nothing but his eyes following her, perfectly sculpted brows arched. She sighed and pulled the lit bud from behind her back. She helded up slightly and smiled hesitantly.
“I needed a break.”
He laughed and walked over to her, towering over her sitting on the back steps. She took another drag and looked up at him taking in the surroundings. They were the only ones outback of the party enjoying the perfect summer night.
“So what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be inside trying to pry the dirt out drunk billionaires?”
“Well maybe that’s why I’m out here talking to you.”
He smiled coyly at her, she returned the favor.
“Yes, but I’m not drunk.”
“Well,” he lowered himself down, joining her on sitting on the steps. “that would make us the only ones.”
She smirked, offering her cigarette. He stared at it but ultimately took it. He took a small puff and almost dropped in a fit of coughing. She giggled, God she needed to stop doing that, she sounded like little girl rather than an adult woman. She took it back from him and let it rest between her fingers, waiting for him to stop coughing. She gave him a soft wap on the back as he calmed down.
Cough. “Ya.” Cough. “You could say that.”
“Well do me a favor and don’t put this in your article okay?”
She stamped it out on the concrete and tossed it into the nearby bushes.
“Bruce thinks I quit.”
“Considering he’s in there getting sloshed I believe it’s probably alright for you to smoke.”
He didn’t miss the grimps that passed over her face.
“Does it ever bother you?”
“That your husband seems to have no qualms about getting drunk in public and flaunting his sexual escapades?”
It was a blunt statement but no where near untrue. Though there was gentleness to his words that had no acusation of a reporter, just innocent and concerned curiosity. She pressed her lips together then let them go, fiddling with her engagement ring, it had been her mother in law’s. She knew Bruce wouldn’t cheat on her and that this was always just an act. One that left her as the poor, runaround wife.
“I’m a Wayne Mr. Kent. I am emensly use to disappointment.” She spoke with a small smile.
She let out a laugh that died when she looked up into the piercing blue diamond eyes of the friendly neighborhood reporter. He stared into her like he was looking into her soul.
“You shouldn’t have to be.”
The wind blew against her bare arms sending shivers down her spine. Clark looked away, turning his head seconds before the back door to the Lex Corps building opened.
“There you are.”
Bruce looked between his wife and the nosy reporter. His grin was painfuly fake. Clark stood slowly, starring down the taller man. Bruce smirked at him then down to his wife. He held out his hand to her.
“I believe we’re done here. Are you ready to go?”
“As long as I get to drive.”
She lifted herself off the ground, careful of hef gown. Gracefully she took Bruce’s hand and allowed him to lead her away from the padio. Looking back over her shoulder she called out with a grin.
“Goodnight Mr. Kent. And I trust you’ll remember our little secret?”
He nodded, “Just between us Mrs. Wayne.”
He called as he watched her walk away on the arm of a man he was conviced was a murder.