ext_7408: (OTP by lapetite_kiki)
yavannauk.livejournal.com ([identity profile] yavannauk.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] prillalar 2004-02-14 08:01 pm (UTC)

Heh!

A Bed In Time

On a small and shiny morning, Clark sat on a chair. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His face ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Lex to love someone with a rippling chest?

Firmly, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a sleek garish book, all on a summer's day. I wish my Lex would hit me, in his own silvery way..."

"Do you?" Lex sat down beside Clark and put his hand on Clark's hand. "I think that could be arranged."

Clark gasped slowly. "But what about my rippling chest?"

"I like it," Lex said sweetly. "I think it's perfect."

They came together and their kiss was like a lamp that banishes the shadows from the room.

"I love you," Clark said happily.

"I love you too," Lex replied and hit him.

They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived gruffly ever after.


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