shiny happy Lex ficlet
Jul. 13th, 2002 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buggerySo Lex comes to me and says, Jack, Jack, Jack. What were you thinking, saying you couldn't write happyfic? I glared at him. Lex, I said, when have you ever come to me with a happy story to tell? You're Lex. You do angst like it's going out of style. And he just grinned and whispered in my ear.
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I love Superman. I'm not in love with him, that love is all for Clark, but I love what he gives us.
I love that Clark can avert disasters world-shaking or pedestrian without worrying that someone will see him, because I know how he loves doing it. I love that he's a hero, and I love letting him go be one. I love watching him do it, knowing he's enjoying himself, anticipating the special, private celebrations that always follow his return. Sometimes that entails a kiss, sometimes more involved intimacy, sometimes just watching his eyes dance with joy across the table after he's ducked out of a restaurant to catch a derailed train or plummeting plane between courses.
I love that Superman allows Clark to be Clark. When the suit is off, or covered up, he may be listening with one super-sensitive ear for signs of trouble, but he's learned to relax between emergencies. I love that he can just be himself, shrug off that burden that's been passed to Superman. He can go to work at the Planet like a mortal, if mild-mannered, man. He can laugh with his friends and walk in the rain and visit his mother often. He can love me without that love being crimped in the vises of his lies and mine.
I love that all the things that make Superman seem so mysterious to the public are private jokes only the two of us know all of. I love that Superman is Clark's and mine, and Clark is only mine, and I his.
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Sometimes Lex is just a big softie. Hey, he made me say it.
Edited to Add: I did actually expand this after all! It's now complete and called True Love and Falsehood.
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I love Superman. I'm not in love with him, that love is all for Clark, but I love what he gives us.
I love that Clark can avert disasters world-shaking or pedestrian without worrying that someone will see him, because I know how he loves doing it. I love that he's a hero, and I love letting him go be one. I love watching him do it, knowing he's enjoying himself, anticipating the special, private celebrations that always follow his return. Sometimes that entails a kiss, sometimes more involved intimacy, sometimes just watching his eyes dance with joy across the table after he's ducked out of a restaurant to catch a derailed train or plummeting plane between courses.
I love that Superman allows Clark to be Clark. When the suit is off, or covered up, he may be listening with one super-sensitive ear for signs of trouble, but he's learned to relax between emergencies. I love that he can just be himself, shrug off that burden that's been passed to Superman. He can go to work at the Planet like a mortal, if mild-mannered, man. He can laugh with his friends and walk in the rain and visit his mother often. He can love me without that love being crimped in the vises of his lies and mine.
I love that all the things that make Superman seem so mysterious to the public are private jokes only the two of us know all of. I love that Superman is Clark's and mine, and Clark is only mine, and I his.
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Sometimes Lex is just a big softie. Hey, he made me say it.
Edited to Add: I did actually expand this after all! It's now complete and called True Love and Falsehood.
