fic post:Mariposa
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roxythere would be a pic here, but fucken' LJ won't let me put one here. *pout*
Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:2
Summary: an AU version of the story we love.
The Previous Parts are here, wishing that they worked for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mskatej, at least they’d get some action….
The Black Angel’s…
“Lucas, don’t come over tonight.”
“What? Why not…you planning something with Clark?”
“I want him to talk to me—I’m hoping to get him to open up to me.”
“Yeah? Well enjoy, I liked getting him open, too.”
“Christ.” Lex hung up. Lucas could be such a pig. He listened to the sound of the shower running and sighed. How much Clark would be willing to tell him, he had no idea—he could be surprisingly forthcoming, when he chose-- but at other times, he disappeared inside himself, so completely that it left Lex wondering if he ever saw the real Clark, or just the face Clark was trained to show.
Sometimes, Lex wished he was as heartless as Lucas.
This afternoon had been a revelation…it was like watching a chrysalis crack open. Clark had definitely stretched today, it’d been kind of like--okay, miracle might be overstating it, he thought, but Lex kept thinking about the way Clark’s face just glowed as he’d handed Lex his card back and tried to show him everything he’d bought—the way he kept apologizing for spending too much money on shoes, for heavens sake. He was also thinking about the way Clark had automatically gone to Lucas’ room with his bags, chattering on happily and insisting that Lex keep him company as he emptied his bags, put his few new purchases in the drawers Lucas kept extra clothes in…he kept thinking too, about the way he’d pulled his t-shirt off, and looked at him for a long moment, before announcing that he was taking a shower. And at that point, Lex almost stopped thinking. Thankfully, the part of himself that never, ever stopped thinking took over and sent his body out of the room.
He was watching a movie, something very loud and full of explosions and he was certainly not waiting for Clark, but he was pleased when he joined him on the couch, fresh, clean, and completely dressed. He wore a shirt that was actually very nice, a slim cut purple shirt. Lex complimented him on it, and Clark blushed.
“I saw someone wear one like it once, I thought it looked nice. And the clerk helped me pick it out. He was very nice, too,” Clark said, and Lex didn’t think he cared much for the way Clark smiled when he said it.
“Clark…” he was about to say that he needed to be careful, but hesitated. Maybe…that was a ridiculous thing to say. Clark was watching him again, looking expectant. “You look very nice in that shirt.”
“Thank you, Lex.” He yawned, and stretched, very casually letting his fingers brush the back of Lex’s neck. Lex was paralyzed between warring desires--to snicker at the surprisingly(but endearingly) unsmooth move, to lean into the touch, to yank Clark’s arms around him and climb into his lap and…thankfully Clark accidentally gave him a reprieve.
“Lex, would you mind keeping me company?” He indicated the thick mass of still wet hair. “I have to take care of this mess before it gets worse.”
Lex shrugged, trying to mask his gasp of relief. “Why not?”
Clark asked him to come out on the patio, so the sun could help to dry his hair. Lex sat on a bench across from the one Clark chose. It was nice, a light breeze kept the air from being too warm. Lex pulled a chair around to face him. Clark in the sun was a private addiction.
“I guess I’ll braid it today,” Clark said and with a little sigh, began to pull the comb through his hair in long strokes as he talked again about his day and Lex watched him struggle through the tangles. After a bit, he asked, “Do you want me to do that for you?”
“If you like,” Clark said. “It’ll give my arms a break.” He handed Lex the comb and settled himself backward on the bench, facing away from Lex. Lex ran his hand through the hair, lifting it. It was still damp but already warm from the sun, and oddly heavy. He pulled the comb through, and red highlights gleamed along the length as the sun lit it. The strands fell through his fingers like a fall of silk, and it was the most sensual thing he’d felt in a very long time. Touching Clark’s hair, sliding it through his fingers, the way it felt warm and almost alive against his palm was having an effect on him. On Clark too, it seemed, he arched into each stroke, and murmured happily. Lex worked the comb through a tangle. “I’m not pulling too much, am I? This isn’t something I have much experience with,” he said with a wry smile.
Clark chuckled. “No, no—you’re doing it just right. Funny, I hate it so much when Bobbie combs my hair, but you…you make it feel good.”
Lex’s breath hitched, and he bit his lip. He concentrated on combing, but that also meant concentrating on Clark, the way he smelled, the way his skin was so warm and smooth, the way his lips glistened when the pink tip of his tongue ran over them…Lex was sure his heart was beating hard enough for Clark to hear…. “Do you like having it combed—by other people?” He sounded breathless to his own ears, felt a flush of warmth on his cheeks.
Clark was quiet for a long moment, and shrugged slightly. “I never thought about it. It’s just a lot of hair.” He was quiet again, leaning back towards Lex, who could feel heat from Clark’s body, heat from the sun sinking into him, relaxing him. Lex was so relaxed, so into his task he was a little startled when Clark went on. “It’s heavy…I feel it all the time, like a weight.”
Lex slowed his strokes, and pulled his fingers gently through the gleaming strands, from crown to the ends, enjoying the feel, and he did it again, over and over and Clark said, “It feels like it’s pulling me down….”
Lex stopped. “Do you want to cut it?”
Clark looked over his shoulder at Lex. “Can I?”
“You can do what you want, Clark. Whatever you want.” Lex dropped the hair, thought for a moment. “Would you like to cut it now? I can get someone here in a few minutes and--”
“Can you cut it? I would like very much for you to cut it.”
“Clark—I’ll butcher it! All I can do is chop the ends off. You need a professional. Some one who can make it look nice…”
“I want you to do it. Please.”
“All right, all right. I don’t have shears in the house, just scissors in the office—wait. Lucas has to have some shears, with eyebrows like his, I’d think it was a necessity.”
Clark laughed, a startled burst of appalled amusement. “Lex! Don’t say that!” After a second he said with a sly grin, “They are kind of thick, aren’t they?”
Lex searched Lucas’ room, and found a pair of small, but very sharp, scissors. When he came out to the patio, Clark was sitting with his shirt off, and though he was awfully thin, with the sun warming his pale skin, he looked a little more like the boy he’d seen in Smallville. Except for the hair…Lex sighed. The hair fell over his shoulders so beautifully, framed his face in gentle waves—he’d miss it, a little.
“I thought I’d take the shirt off, so I wouldn’t get hair in it.” The shirt was folded neatly over the back of a chair next to him. He looked up at Lex. His eyes were wide, the pupils large so that only a rim of gold flecked green showed. “I’m ready for you.”
Lex swallowed, snapped the shears once or twice. “So…you sure you trust me?” He tried to smile, but Clark seemed to take the question very seriously.
“I do…”
Clark stopped, and looked away from him. He repeated, “I do,” thoughtfully. As if, Lex thought, Clark was experimenting with the idea. Lex poked his shoulder. “Turn around, my friend, and hope for the best.”
Lex grabbed a few strands of hair and cut through them. Clark shivered; gooseflesh marched across his shoulders and down his spine. Bit by bit, the scissors went through the hair, snick, snick, and it fell away. The whole thing felt odd, Lex thought, almost ceremonial--as though he and Clark were performing some sort of ritual. It was also strangely arousing, the way the hair fell away and exposed a little more of Clark, each fresh cut made Clark squirm, little noises escaped him. Lex looked over his shoulder, his nipples were hard and the outline of Clark’s dick was clear, pushing against his trousers. It was the same for him. “Bend your neck,” Lex said, and his voice was husky. Clark shivered and bent it, and a blush turned the pale skin there pink.
Lex snipped away silently, and finally, turned him. “That’s that—we can have a stylist fix it for you, but all that hair is gone.”
All round them black hair littered the floor, what the scissors hadn’t taken curled gently around Clark’s flushed face. Lex couldn’t stop. He leaned over took Clark’s chin in his fingers and pressed his mouth against his sun warm cheek.
Clark surged up from the bench and wrapped his arms around Lex, crowding him, pressing their hips together. He was groaning into Lex’s mouth, and thrusting against him, and Lex was lost---for a moment.
“Hey, hey…hold on, wait!”
“Why? I can tell you want me,” he rubbed his erection against Lex’s, “and you can tell I want you. Besides, I owe you for—for what you gave me.”
“Clark…I’d be an idiot not to want someone was beautiful as you. I’d be blind and stupid and dead from the neck down not to want you—but you don’t owe me a damn thing I want you to want more, for god’s sake—more than this.”
Clark pushed back, angry, and that weird trick of the light made his eyes spark red. “I don’t know what that means. You’re telling me you don’t want to do it?”
“I’m telling you—it’s time to go home.” Clark whirled away, and Lex was afraid he’d pushed too fast too hard—like always.
“How? How am I supposed to go back home? What do I do, act like nothing’s happened? They have a kid now, they don’t need me anymore. I wouldn’t even *want* to inflict this on them. I don’t want to hurt them--”
“‘Hurt them’? You already did that—now it’s time to end it. Start over, Clark.”
He groaned, a low noise, so full of pain, it made Lex hurt too. “I can’t do that. Lex, just--don't interfere in something you can’t understand.”
“Who understands better than me? You think because what happened with the--the twins, you can’t go back? Or what you had to do on the street? Once, I was right there, where you are. I came back. I’m here, alive. Safe. They’ll forgive you—they’ll understand. I know they will, just like I know—they want you.”
“It’s not what happened here--I mean--it’s not that just that alone…” Clark was silent, for such a long time that Lex thought he’d shut down again. He took a step towards him, and Clark held his hand up, stopping him. “No, just let me get this together—I want you to understand. Lex--everything good that I’ve ever had has died or left me, and most of this time I’m so afraid, of hurting people who don’t deserve to be…” he made a sound between a sob and a laugh. “I’d rather stay here and be safer--Lucas doesn’t let me be afraid, he makes it stop. He takes over—I wish you would.”
Lex stared, speechless. Did Clark just tell him he wanted him to—take control of his life? God…Lex closed his eyes, breathed… “Clark. That’s not an option, and you know it. That’s--”
“I know. I get it, Lex. You don’t have to rub it in.” Clark walked back into the apartment, and Lex tried to organize his thoughts. Clark had a crush, he was grateful; he was used to paying with sex. He was confused, abused, traumatized—there were a dozen reasons why Clark did what he did. A dozen reasons for him not to touch Clark, to confuse him even more. He could do it—he could keep Clark safe. Right. He rolled his shoulders, smoothed his hand over his head. Right. I’m ready for this. I’ve got this. I can be a boy scout. Be a boy scout. For gods sake, be a boy scout.
tbc!
Title:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:2
Summary: an AU version of the story we love.
The Previous Parts are here, wishing that they worked for
mskatej, at least they’d get some action….The Black Angel’s…
“Lucas, don’t come over tonight.”
“What? Why not…you planning something with Clark?”
“I want him to talk to me—I’m hoping to get him to open up to me.”
“Yeah? Well enjoy, I liked getting him open, too.”
“Christ.” Lex hung up. Lucas could be such a pig. He listened to the sound of the shower running and sighed. How much Clark would be willing to tell him, he had no idea—he could be surprisingly forthcoming, when he chose-- but at other times, he disappeared inside himself, so completely that it left Lex wondering if he ever saw the real Clark, or just the face Clark was trained to show.
Sometimes, Lex wished he was as heartless as Lucas.
This afternoon had been a revelation…it was like watching a chrysalis crack open. Clark had definitely stretched today, it’d been kind of like--okay, miracle might be overstating it, he thought, but Lex kept thinking about the way Clark’s face just glowed as he’d handed Lex his card back and tried to show him everything he’d bought—the way he kept apologizing for spending too much money on shoes, for heavens sake. He was also thinking about the way Clark had automatically gone to Lucas’ room with his bags, chattering on happily and insisting that Lex keep him company as he emptied his bags, put his few new purchases in the drawers Lucas kept extra clothes in…he kept thinking too, about the way he’d pulled his t-shirt off, and looked at him for a long moment, before announcing that he was taking a shower. And at that point, Lex almost stopped thinking. Thankfully, the part of himself that never, ever stopped thinking took over and sent his body out of the room.
He was watching a movie, something very loud and full of explosions and he was certainly not waiting for Clark, but he was pleased when he joined him on the couch, fresh, clean, and completely dressed. He wore a shirt that was actually very nice, a slim cut purple shirt. Lex complimented him on it, and Clark blushed.
“I saw someone wear one like it once, I thought it looked nice. And the clerk helped me pick it out. He was very nice, too,” Clark said, and Lex didn’t think he cared much for the way Clark smiled when he said it.
“Clark…” he was about to say that he needed to be careful, but hesitated. Maybe…that was a ridiculous thing to say. Clark was watching him again, looking expectant. “You look very nice in that shirt.”
“Thank you, Lex.” He yawned, and stretched, very casually letting his fingers brush the back of Lex’s neck. Lex was paralyzed between warring desires--to snicker at the surprisingly(but endearingly) unsmooth move, to lean into the touch, to yank Clark’s arms around him and climb into his lap and…thankfully Clark accidentally gave him a reprieve.
“Lex, would you mind keeping me company?” He indicated the thick mass of still wet hair. “I have to take care of this mess before it gets worse.”
Lex shrugged, trying to mask his gasp of relief. “Why not?”
Clark asked him to come out on the patio, so the sun could help to dry his hair. Lex sat on a bench across from the one Clark chose. It was nice, a light breeze kept the air from being too warm. Lex pulled a chair around to face him. Clark in the sun was a private addiction.
“I guess I’ll braid it today,” Clark said and with a little sigh, began to pull the comb through his hair in long strokes as he talked again about his day and Lex watched him struggle through the tangles. After a bit, he asked, “Do you want me to do that for you?”
“If you like,” Clark said. “It’ll give my arms a break.” He handed Lex the comb and settled himself backward on the bench, facing away from Lex. Lex ran his hand through the hair, lifting it. It was still damp but already warm from the sun, and oddly heavy. He pulled the comb through, and red highlights gleamed along the length as the sun lit it. The strands fell through his fingers like a fall of silk, and it was the most sensual thing he’d felt in a very long time. Touching Clark’s hair, sliding it through his fingers, the way it felt warm and almost alive against his palm was having an effect on him. On Clark too, it seemed, he arched into each stroke, and murmured happily. Lex worked the comb through a tangle. “I’m not pulling too much, am I? This isn’t something I have much experience with,” he said with a wry smile.
Clark chuckled. “No, no—you’re doing it just right. Funny, I hate it so much when Bobbie combs my hair, but you…you make it feel good.”
Lex’s breath hitched, and he bit his lip. He concentrated on combing, but that also meant concentrating on Clark, the way he smelled, the way his skin was so warm and smooth, the way his lips glistened when the pink tip of his tongue ran over them…Lex was sure his heart was beating hard enough for Clark to hear…. “Do you like having it combed—by other people?” He sounded breathless to his own ears, felt a flush of warmth on his cheeks.
Clark was quiet for a long moment, and shrugged slightly. “I never thought about it. It’s just a lot of hair.” He was quiet again, leaning back towards Lex, who could feel heat from Clark’s body, heat from the sun sinking into him, relaxing him. Lex was so relaxed, so into his task he was a little startled when Clark went on. “It’s heavy…I feel it all the time, like a weight.”
Lex slowed his strokes, and pulled his fingers gently through the gleaming strands, from crown to the ends, enjoying the feel, and he did it again, over and over and Clark said, “It feels like it’s pulling me down….”
Lex stopped. “Do you want to cut it?”
Clark looked over his shoulder at Lex. “Can I?”
“You can do what you want, Clark. Whatever you want.” Lex dropped the hair, thought for a moment. “Would you like to cut it now? I can get someone here in a few minutes and--”
“Can you cut it? I would like very much for you to cut it.”
“Clark—I’ll butcher it! All I can do is chop the ends off. You need a professional. Some one who can make it look nice…”
“I want you to do it. Please.”
“All right, all right. I don’t have shears in the house, just scissors in the office—wait. Lucas has to have some shears, with eyebrows like his, I’d think it was a necessity.”
Clark laughed, a startled burst of appalled amusement. “Lex! Don’t say that!” After a second he said with a sly grin, “They are kind of thick, aren’t they?”
Lex searched Lucas’ room, and found a pair of small, but very sharp, scissors. When he came out to the patio, Clark was sitting with his shirt off, and though he was awfully thin, with the sun warming his pale skin, he looked a little more like the boy he’d seen in Smallville. Except for the hair…Lex sighed. The hair fell over his shoulders so beautifully, framed his face in gentle waves—he’d miss it, a little.
“I thought I’d take the shirt off, so I wouldn’t get hair in it.” The shirt was folded neatly over the back of a chair next to him. He looked up at Lex. His eyes were wide, the pupils large so that only a rim of gold flecked green showed. “I’m ready for you.”
Lex swallowed, snapped the shears once or twice. “So…you sure you trust me?” He tried to smile, but Clark seemed to take the question very seriously.
“I do…”
Clark stopped, and looked away from him. He repeated, “I do,” thoughtfully. As if, Lex thought, Clark was experimenting with the idea. Lex poked his shoulder. “Turn around, my friend, and hope for the best.”
Lex grabbed a few strands of hair and cut through them. Clark shivered; gooseflesh marched across his shoulders and down his spine. Bit by bit, the scissors went through the hair, snick, snick, and it fell away. The whole thing felt odd, Lex thought, almost ceremonial--as though he and Clark were performing some sort of ritual. It was also strangely arousing, the way the hair fell away and exposed a little more of Clark, each fresh cut made Clark squirm, little noises escaped him. Lex looked over his shoulder, his nipples were hard and the outline of Clark’s dick was clear, pushing against his trousers. It was the same for him. “Bend your neck,” Lex said, and his voice was husky. Clark shivered and bent it, and a blush turned the pale skin there pink.
Lex snipped away silently, and finally, turned him. “That’s that—we can have a stylist fix it for you, but all that hair is gone.”
All round them black hair littered the floor, what the scissors hadn’t taken curled gently around Clark’s flushed face. Lex couldn’t stop. He leaned over took Clark’s chin in his fingers and pressed his mouth against his sun warm cheek.
Clark surged up from the bench and wrapped his arms around Lex, crowding him, pressing their hips together. He was groaning into Lex’s mouth, and thrusting against him, and Lex was lost---for a moment.
“Hey, hey…hold on, wait!”
“Why? I can tell you want me,” he rubbed his erection against Lex’s, “and you can tell I want you. Besides, I owe you for—for what you gave me.”
“Clark…I’d be an idiot not to want someone was beautiful as you. I’d be blind and stupid and dead from the neck down not to want you—but you don’t owe me a damn thing I want you to want more, for god’s sake—more than this.”
Clark pushed back, angry, and that weird trick of the light made his eyes spark red. “I don’t know what that means. You’re telling me you don’t want to do it?”
“I’m telling you—it’s time to go home.” Clark whirled away, and Lex was afraid he’d pushed too fast too hard—like always.
“How? How am I supposed to go back home? What do I do, act like nothing’s happened? They have a kid now, they don’t need me anymore. I wouldn’t even *want* to inflict this on them. I don’t want to hurt them--”
“‘Hurt them’? You already did that—now it’s time to end it. Start over, Clark.”
He groaned, a low noise, so full of pain, it made Lex hurt too. “I can’t do that. Lex, just--don't interfere in something you can’t understand.”
“Who understands better than me? You think because what happened with the--the twins, you can’t go back? Or what you had to do on the street? Once, I was right there, where you are. I came back. I’m here, alive. Safe. They’ll forgive you—they’ll understand. I know they will, just like I know—they want you.”
“It’s not what happened here--I mean--it’s not that just that alone…” Clark was silent, for such a long time that Lex thought he’d shut down again. He took a step towards him, and Clark held his hand up, stopping him. “No, just let me get this together—I want you to understand. Lex--everything good that I’ve ever had has died or left me, and most of this time I’m so afraid, of hurting people who don’t deserve to be…” he made a sound between a sob and a laugh. “I’d rather stay here and be safer--Lucas doesn’t let me be afraid, he makes it stop. He takes over—I wish you would.”
Lex stared, speechless. Did Clark just tell him he wanted him to—take control of his life? God…Lex closed his eyes, breathed… “Clark. That’s not an option, and you know it. That’s--”
“I know. I get it, Lex. You don’t have to rub it in.” Clark walked back into the apartment, and Lex tried to organize his thoughts. Clark had a crush, he was grateful; he was used to paying with sex. He was confused, abused, traumatized—there were a dozen reasons why Clark did what he did. A dozen reasons for him not to touch Clark, to confuse him even more. He could do it—he could keep Clark safe. Right. He rolled his shoulders, smoothed his hand over his head. Right. I’m ready for this. I’ve got this. I can be a boy scout. Be a boy scout. For gods sake, be a boy scout.
tbc!
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2/20/07 04:00 am (UTC)Nice update.
I liked the hair sex.
*grins*
Very sexy... I hope Lex can help Clark heal more so he doesn't have to depend on Lucas.
*squishes Clark and kisses his dark curls*
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2/20/07 04:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/20/07 04:52 am (UTC)So good.
I like that Clark wanted *Lex* so badly to cut away another reminder of his previous life of servitude, of enslavement, to the twins: His long hair.
It was weighing him down and reminding him of what he isn't anymore but part of him still can't leave that life behind...
*hugs Clark*
Yet he knows Lex can make it all better. So sweet.
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2/20/07 04:04 am (UTC)So confused and unhappy...
*sniffle*
I'm glad Clark cut his hair - it wasn't his choice.
Teeny thing:the pupils large so that only a rim of gold flecked green showed. “I’m ready of you.”
Ready of you? Maybe - for you?
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2/20/07 04:17 am (UTC)also, that SPN ficlet took a big turn and I'm planning on changing some bits and making it part of a bigger fic, but I want to send you what I have. I think I'm starting to feel them, and that makes me happy!
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2/20/07 05:09 am (UTC)Man, i hate it when that happens.
Dude, wheeeeeee!!
Can't wait.
*bounce*
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2/20/07 04:16 am (UTC)the way you described the hair, as lex was cutting it, made me ache to feel it in my hands!
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2/20/07 04:35 am (UTC)And thank you, what a lovely compliment! That scene just blew up in my head--I had to write it down. :)
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2/20/07 04:19 am (UTC)I love that Clark has a crush on Lex, and is aping his style of dress and that Lex didn't quite twig to that until Clark jumped him. (Although, Smooth-Move!Clark is just the cutest thing - who would have thought that Clark could still pull out such a young sweet move and yawn arm around your date.)
I love that even though Clark has a crush on Lex - Lex has the same strength crush on Clark. He is trying so hard to be good and take care of Clark, but Lex really really wants to just give in and jump on him. Don't worry Lex in the long run this will help you get your boy.
I hope you do a scene with Lex and the Kents - I know that Lex is telling Clark that his parents want him back, but I can't imagine that Lex would send/try and send Clark back before checking to make sure that the Kents will take Clark back with open arms.
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2/20/07 06:29 am (UTC)who would have thought that Clark could still pull out such a young sweet move and yawn arm around your date.)
Doofy,yes? *g* I think that he hasn't lost everything that made him sweet, and that makes himm even more attractive to Lex.
And Lex is going to have to deal with the Kents, isn't he? They might not like it if suddenly he shows up with Clark in tow and presenting himself as his protector.
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2/20/07 04:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
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2/20/07 06:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/20/07 04:44 am (UTC)Poor Clark, Lex is trying to do the best thing for Clark, but Clark has had such a bad life since he left Smallville, he doesn't realize Lex is trying to help.
Love Lex's little boy scout mantra at the end. lol
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2/20/07 06:35 am (UTC)YaY! that was what I hoped for that part!
Thank you so much lovey!
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2/20/07 05:45 am (UTC)Changes are coming fast for Clark, aren't they?
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2/20/07 06:36 am (UTC)Oh yes, very very fast, now!
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2/20/07 06:00 am (UTC)Great Chapter babygal.
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2/20/07 06:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/20/07 07:15 am (UTC)You never cease to amaze me. It's an amazing bind that they're in, Clark wants to stay and the only thing that Lex wants is for him to go.
I love the joke on Lucas's eyebrows...those things are kinda crazy. *g*
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2/20/07 06:05 pm (UTC)Lucas' eyebrows are big and fuzzy and so cute!
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2/20/07 01:17 pm (UTC)I can just see Lex breathing hard and shaking out his pants leg while he thinks that!
And please, Lex, be a boyscout! Remember the motto: Always Be Prepared. That means have plenty of lube, condoms, and naked farm boys on hand at all times. Hee!
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2/20/07 01:38 pm (UTC)Oh, you updated. *blinding grin*
This afternoon had been a revelation…it was like watching a chrysalis crack open. Butterly references - cool!
The *subtle* seduction Clark tries : stripping off in the room and announcing he would be showering, the purple shirt, the touch and combing the hair in the sun - the same sun that loves Clark. *sigh*
And you are playing to my kinks right and left in this story, tattoos and hair and Lex being seduced against his will. *more sighing*
A boy scout hunh? I've heard stories...
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2/20/07 06:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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2/20/07 10:41 pm (UTC)I'm done whining.
Excellent update. I love the subtlety of your descriptions and the way Clark and Lex open up to each other, but at the same time seem to throw up more walls around themselves.
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2/22/07 09:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/19/07 05:48 am (UTC)“Clark…I’d be an idiot not to want someone was beautiful as you. I’d be blind and stupid and dead from the neck down not to want you...
LOVEYOU!
And Lex is the boy scout. *pets them both*
I was so used to Clark's hair!
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11/27/07 10:20 pm (UTC)Lex wishing he was heartless. Oh, ouch. Why? Because--oh, I like how you reveal the answer to this.
Lex knows Clark needs healing. So, he can't give in to himself and just tackle Clark. Oh.
Hee. He stopped thinking! No Lex, turn around and go in and... okay, just me wishing them to get mashed together. well, not painfully, but I love it when they hug.
Hee! Purple shirt. HEE!!!
Oh hand on neck! OH god, I love that. Love that Lex considers just scooching into Clark's lap and..doesn't. Because... hair.
I have long hair and I love having it combed, played with and tugged on. It's just relaxing, and feels so good. I love the way you decribe their reactions, because it's very very true.
Oh, YAY that Clark wants Lex to cut it. Lex, giving and helping and enabling and...like Lex, we'll miss the hair, but only for a moment.
Lucas' eyebrows. *dies laughing*
oh this made me catch my breath: Lex couldn’t stop. He leaned over took Clark’s chin in his fingers and pressed his mouth against his sun warm cheek.
So lovely. And Clark's reaction...perfect!
Clark, don't be so hurt. He DID want you. That was probably perfectly honestly apparent. Oh.
Hard hard hard for Clark. To grow up and have to think for yourself--and take responsibility for your actions. But like always, he doesn't let Lex finish a sentence before leaping to conclusions.
For all his experiences, Clark really is a young man. He was lost in limbo and that's changed him, but he's still confused, hurt and wounded.
Oh Lex. You are right that you have to be the boy scout, the good guy and the adult here.
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12/20/08 07:24 pm (UTC)Oh, I'm sorry? Was my frustration showing? You are such a tease, Roxy!! ;D
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10/18/12 05:32 am (UTC)Thank you! :)