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I offered drabbles as out-and-out bribes to vote for Team Peace in the 2009 McShep Match Drabble Tree Voting.
For: allzugern who requested old school CLex
(This could probably fit later seasons, too.)
Deliverance from Evil
Raw scarlet mars skin once velvet-soft ivory, indigo and lavender shadows evidence of delay close to failure. Distrusting sight, heartbeat too loud to discern another's, the slightest pressure of trembling fingertips detects an indomitable heart, telegraphing, 'a-live, a-live' to restore balance to a world knocked off-kilter.
Gathered close, the weight of precious bone and muscle means nothing to arms and hands that rent steel as paper, yet regret threatens too heavy a burden for inexperience to bear. A whispered name, blue eyes open pain-hazed clearing with relief, and then a lifted hand traces forgiveness through the salt of alien tears.
For: twinsarein who requested old school CLex with library or reading
Higher Education
"Are you sure Volume 2 wasn't on that shelf, Clark? I'm positive that's where I left…. Here it is. I don't understand how you missed it."
"Maybe I just wanted some help finding it in the back of the stacks. You know, where it's kind of dark and no one could see us."
"And if I lock the study door, no one can see us while we're on my comfortable sofa."
"But then it wouldn't be in the library and I've always wanted to do this, Lex."
"So quasi-public sex. Where did you learn that?"
"Read it in a book."
For: lexalicious70 who requested Lex as bottom
Command Presence
Lex's father had taught control was the only answer; granting anyone power over him a dangerous failing.
Lying completely limp against cool satin, muscles slack and loose, Lex allows Clark to place him wherever he likes, to position Lex like a pliable, living doll. He smiles lazily when Clark touches him as if he's made of the finest porcelain, worships every inch of his sensitized skin as he applies the warm spiced oil Lex favors.
Clark's broad hands lift Lex, place him just so, and then Lex accepts him inside. Sweet, tender, and slow, Clark fills him, owning Lex's soul.
For: jlvsclrk who requested Clex driving fast cars
High Stakes
Tires squealing against the slick surface, the cars ricochet around the tight corner, fenders catching momentarily, then freeing with a pinging screech. Hoods aligned almost perfectly, they race for the finish, trading laughing curses, striving for those vital few inches, and then the battle for supremacy ends with a clattering smashup of metal and plastic.
"Smoked you!" Clark shouts, fist pumping victory as they jog down the marble-floored hallway.
Lex snorts, bends to retrieve his dented car. "Don't think so. I had you at the finish."
"Sore loser?" Clark taunts.
"I'll just claim my prize now," and Lex kisses him.
For: elesecks who requested old school Clex, first times
How It Began
There were so many times that it could have happened; casually stopping in the shade on a deserted country road, learning an interesting lesson in angles spread on pool table felt, possibly a movie night running accidentally late and then hot, perhaps even a thank-god-you're-safe release of tension.
None of those things happened.
In the end, it started in the loft, sharing a piece of pie and a glass of cold milk, wearing a silly cream moustache that led to cinnamon-sweet kisses. A slow exploration followed with soft touches, a secret revealed, and then golden promises made.
It was perfect.
For: gyri who requested old school Clex rescue scene, with budding romance
Budding Romance
With a final heart-pounding sprint, Clark leaped through greenhouse door, slamming the door shut before the snapping vines could grab them. Backing away a safe distance, he released Lex from his arms, keeping close until certain Lex was steady on his feet.
"Are you okay, Clark? Audrey didn't take any chunks out of you?" Lex worried, running his hands along Clark's arms, back, and sides checking for injuries.
Clark laughingly reassured him, "I'm fine, but I've changed my mind about bringing flowers tonight."
"You have a date?" Lex sounded surprised.
Clark nodded. "With my best friend. Uh…okay?"
Lex beamed. "Absolutely."
For: miss_tress who requested Clex (Whatever bunny hops into your head is fine with me)
Hoppily Ever After
"Hey, Clark. What do you have there?" Lex ambled across the loft to peer curiously into the cardboard box sitting on Clark's desk.
Clark smiled back, displaying the doll's bottle he'd been holding carefully for a small bundle of fluff. "Found the mother on the fence line; her nest wasn't far away. The little guys were still nursing, so I brought them home."
"Is it okay if I hold one?" Lex's voice was gentle as he extended a finger to stroke a soft-furred ear. "I remember asking my mom if I could have a rabbit."
Clark's kiss was gentle, too.
For: xelloss100 who requested Clex, clueless!Clark
No Longer Clueless
"I never win at this. Can't we play something else instead, Lex? Maybe a couple games of pool, or maybe even go swimming in the pool?"
"You don't win because you're not thinking logically, Clark. You need to remember what's been revealed and eliminate possibilities until you arrive at the correct result. The trick is observation leading to deduction."
"So what should I be able to deduce something from your refusal of anything associated with the word pool? Do you need a table between us?"
"Yes?"
"In that case, I finally win. It's Lex, in the study, with a kiss."
For: zephyr_macabee who requested Clex and something to do with hair
Winding Down
There is one curl just a little behind Clark's right ear that seems to have its own agenda. Lex is certain it hides whenever the barber's scissors approach because it's just that little bit longer than the rest of the hair around it.
Lex knows all about that recalcitrant curl because it's the right length to twist around his finger while they're watching a movie together, whenever Clark's head is tucked into the curve of Lex's shoulder.
The curl wraps one and three-quarters around Lex's forefinger, but twice around his ring finger.
Clark wraps all the way around his heart.
For: rosy5000 who requested Clex and a surprise picnic
Lunch Break
Lex frowns under his blindfold, his patience rapidly evaporating as he stumbles for the second time since Clark decided to lead him down what seemed to be quite literally the garden path. "Clark, are we there yet?" he grumbles impatiently. "You may not have classes today, but I…"
Halting after a few more steps, Clark chuckles and tugs the black cloth free. "Yes, grumpy. We're here." He gently turns Lex around to find a wicker basket anchoring one corner of a red-checked cloth on the floor of the rose garden's gazebo.
Clark's bright grin is irresistible. "I hope you're hungry."