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For: tasabian who requested Lex in the rain.
And Mondays
Lex sighs when a passing pickup adds another layer of Smallville mud to his soaked clothes. Resigned to trudging the remaining thousand or so miles back to the mansion - minus a shoe sacrificed to a lurking ditch - he's focused on the road only a few feet ahead in a futile effort to avoid the deeper puddles.
A familiar voice brings Lex's head up in pleased surprise. "Lex, why didn't you call someone?"
"Forgot my phone," Lex sheepishly admits.
"Let's get you to the house. You need dry clothes and Mom's famous chicken soup."
Lex fucking loves the rain.
For: cinderella81 who requested a bit of AU where Clark rescues Lex from the island.
Sandcastle
The frown on Lex's face puzzles Clark, as does the rasped complaint. "You always do that, Clark. You just walk right in like you own the place."
After glancing around the deserted beach, Clark shakes his head, asking, "What place?"
"My place of residence, my domain." Lex spreads his sunburned arms wide and spins in place, giggling. "Here. I am the supreme ruler of all I survey!"
"All?" The red stone in Clark's ring glints under the tropical sun as he reaches out to gather up his dizzy friend. "We'll have to discuss that after we get back to Metropolis."
For: twinsarein who requested Clark/Lex - Ornament.
All That Glitters
It's a tradition they instituted the year Martha presented them with a box filled with heirloom ornaments - to add one each to their collection every year. They keep them a secret from each other, stashing their newest addition amidst gleaming bells and stars, tinsel and lights, styrofoam balls signed in glitter, and ragged felt angels. The first to find the other's hiding place wins a kiss and bragging rights, the use of x-ray vision strictly forbidden.
Lex's favorite is the glass starburst molded by alien eyes and hands, while Clark's is a velvet box that once held two rings.
For: ladydey who requested Clark/Lex - first holiday with their new baby, or as a new family.
Bauble Bobble
"No, no, no! That one doesn't go there!"
"Lena, that's not very polite."
"But he's not trimming the tree the way we always do, Papa!"
"Lex, I can…."
"No, Clark. It's our first Christmas together. I think maybe we need some new traditions."
"How about a compromise, Lena? Why don't you show me which ornaments go where? Since I'm tallest, I'll take the top and you handle the bottom."
"And Papa the middle."
"My mom always put some cookies out for Santa with a glass of milk. Is that what you two do?"
"That's what we three will do, Clark."
For: chelletoo who requested Clark/Lex and the scarecrow incident from first season.
Mystery
Lex's arrival in Smallville has raised many questions in few days.
How did an ordinary teenager walk away from an encounter with a high-speed juggernaut without a mark? How did the same boy recover from hanging on a cross, from appearing a few breaths from death, to able to run in less than a heartbeat? What is it about a certain farm boy that appeals to a millionaire in exile?
Contemplating a green stone on a dainty chain, Lex wonders if he'll ever know the answers…and whether he'll be happy with what he learns.
He's looking forward to finding out.
For: gary_lavall who requested Clex and eggnog.
A Bit of Spice
Lex shakes his head when Clark approaches with a mug in each hand. "No, thanks. I really don't care for eggnog."
"It's Mom's secret recipe!" Clark protests. "You have to at least try." Sipping from one of the mugs, he acquires a creamy moustache.
"No…." Lex pauses mid-refusal. Centering his hand on Clark's chest, Lex pushes back three steps. "There."
Clark tilts his head in puzzlement.
Lex takes advantage of the perfect angle to taste.
Clark's sweetened lips warm under Lex's for only a few moments before Lex pulls back and points up. "Mistletoe. And I still don't like eggnog."
For: hils who requested Clex.
Potluck
"Clark! You're just in time!"
"Hey, Lex. In time for what?"
"Is this supposed to look like that?"
"Depends on what it's supposed to be."
"Bread for the pate. It's been rising for three hours."
"Um, I think it should be…puffier by now."
"Damn. I must have missed a step."
"I have to say Mom's bread's never been that color. Uh, Lex, what's that smell?"
"Smell…crap! The pate! Quick, hand me that oven mitt."
"I'll do it. Oh. That looks…."
"Burnt to a crisp. Guess we're ordering out tonight."
"I'll teach you how to make tuna casserole instead."
"Sounds delectable."