early one morning in the late 2040s
Jul. 15th, 2002 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
buggeryThe bad news is, I'm blocked on Close. In not-so-bad news, Lex hit me with one flashback and one kitten-execution for Taffy, my SV magnum opus; but I doubt I'll put up any excerpts from it until it's much nearer completion, if at all. In better news, I had been blocked altogether, and letting Lex get his inner sappy romantic out seems to have broken that. The good news is, I had another fic visitation at the border of sleep, and got up and typed it out. I'm finding it odd that all these things seem to come three paragraphs at a time.
Anyway, here's the latest. Still on the happyfic side, but not as unrelievedly sugary.
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Lex was already out of bed when Clark woke up, standing in front of the screen, his hand faltering up sporadically to change the view, a sheet clutched around his shoulders. Lately Lex had groused every time they came here about having forgotten to bring a robe again. Strictly speaking he didn't need one, the temperature in the Fortress maintaining itself at a constant and comfortable warmth. Clark missed the Lex who had used to stride or lounge about so unselfconscious in his nakedness. He was equally unselfconscious in covering himself now, but it wasn't the same.
Stretching luxuriously, enjoying the feel of the unearthly soft bedcovers against his skin, Clark eased one leg, then the other, free from the sheets still on the bed and stood up. The movements made enough noise that Lex must have heard, though he gave no sign, staring into the image of the wind-blasted ice field outside. Clark padded up behind him, slipping the sheet gently down until it pooled around Lex's feet. Lex's chin lowered a centimetre or two, and he took a deeper breath, but that was the extent of his reaction as Clark ran his hands up the just-bared arms.
"So soft," he whispered, making a caress of his breath at the nape of Lex's neck. Clark's fingers wandered down over the pale back, lingering along the folds that had started to appear there several years ago, above his ribs. Lex dropped his head further forward, his stance shifting subtly, and exhaled a soft breath shaped like "don't." Moving closer, Clark wrapped his arms around Lex, pressing himself against the silkily loose skin of Lex's back, blanketing him with his body in a way that emphasised his nakedness instead of hiding it.
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Because I hate hunting back through page after page for that one little fic snippet, too: a link to all my LJ ficlets.
Anyway, here's the latest. Still on the happyfic side, but not as unrelievedly sugary.
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Lex was already out of bed when Clark woke up, standing in front of the screen, his hand faltering up sporadically to change the view, a sheet clutched around his shoulders. Lately Lex had groused every time they came here about having forgotten to bring a robe again. Strictly speaking he didn't need one, the temperature in the Fortress maintaining itself at a constant and comfortable warmth. Clark missed the Lex who had used to stride or lounge about so unselfconscious in his nakedness. He was equally unselfconscious in covering himself now, but it wasn't the same.
Stretching luxuriously, enjoying the feel of the unearthly soft bedcovers against his skin, Clark eased one leg, then the other, free from the sheets still on the bed and stood up. The movements made enough noise that Lex must have heard, though he gave no sign, staring into the image of the wind-blasted ice field outside. Clark padded up behind him, slipping the sheet gently down until it pooled around Lex's feet. Lex's chin lowered a centimetre or two, and he took a deeper breath, but that was the extent of his reaction as Clark ran his hands up the just-bared arms.
"So soft," he whispered, making a caress of his breath at the nape of Lex's neck. Clark's fingers wandered down over the pale back, lingering along the folds that had started to appear there several years ago, above his ribs. Lex dropped his head further forward, his stance shifting subtly, and exhaled a soft breath shaped like "don't." Moving closer, Clark wrapped his arms around Lex, pressing himself against the silkily loose skin of Lex's back, blanketing him with his body in a way that emphasised his nakedness instead of hiding it.
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Because I hate hunting back through page after page for that one little fic snippet, too: a link to all my LJ ficlets.
