Too perfect
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Pairing/Characters: Oliver/Bart
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Smallville.
Summary: Bart dresses up for Oliver on Valentine's.
Notes: Many thanks to
flying_monkees and
thepansythug for beta'ing this for me. Written for the
smallearth prompt: Naught Lingerie.
Bart smoothed down the front of the red negligee nervously. For once he wasn't in a hurry, he was too nervous to be. He checked the mirror one more time, needlessly finger combing his curls and checking the copper liner he'd drawn around his eyes.
“Bart,” Oliver sounded curious. “Are you coming to bed? You've been in there almost forty-five minutes. Have you died?”
Taking a last deep breath Bart slid out into the bedroom and gave Oliver a shy smile as he stood by the door, his fingers twitching. He knew he didn't look overly feminine, he wasn't going to shave anything and he was afraid he mostly just looked kind of lesbian.
Until he caught sight of Oliver's face. Stunned, with his mouth hanging open.
“You look amazing,” the words are spoken in a whisper. “Just what I imagined. I can't believe you did this for me.”
And Bart's confidence returned just like that. He posed sexily, leaning back against the door before zipping over to Oliver, who still looked half-stunned.
“I love you.” He didn’t say out loud that he would do anything for Oliver but he was pretty sure that Oliver already knew.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Cross-dressing
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Smallville.
Summary: Bart dresses up for Oliver on Valentine's.
Notes: Many thanks to
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Bart smoothed down the front of the red negligee nervously. For once he wasn't in a hurry, he was too nervous to be. He checked the mirror one more time, needlessly finger combing his curls and checking the copper liner he'd drawn around his eyes.
“Bart,” Oliver sounded curious. “Are you coming to bed? You've been in there almost forty-five minutes. Have you died?”
Taking a last deep breath Bart slid out into the bedroom and gave Oliver a shy smile as he stood by the door, his fingers twitching. He knew he didn't look overly feminine, he wasn't going to shave anything and he was afraid he mostly just looked kind of lesbian.
Until he caught sight of Oliver's face. Stunned, with his mouth hanging open.
“You look amazing,” the words are spoken in a whisper. “Just what I imagined. I can't believe you did this for me.”
And Bart's confidence returned just like that. He posed sexily, leaning back against the door before zipping over to Oliver, who still looked half-stunned.
“I love you.” He didn’t say out loud that he would do anything for Oliver but he was pretty sure that Oliver already knew.
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Date: 2009-02-22 12:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-22 12:52 am (UTC)Thanks so much for commenting!