Schmoopy Clex
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serafina20Okay, I tried to actually write that In the Sill of the Night scene. I'm not sure how well I succeeded.
This, by the way, does not constitute an immediate sequel to LLAR. Meaning, although I will probably use this in the fic, I'm probably not going to write the fic right now.
Sleep ebbed from Lex like a wave from the shore. He clung to it, desperately, trying to draw the heaviness back over him and disappear into dreams, but, despite his efforts, he found himself wide-awake.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach. This had been happening more and more over the past few weeks. Sleeplessness. Irregular sleeping patterns. Staring at the ceiling until dawn, and then falling asleep at his desk at the Planet around two and then repeating the cycle. And it wasn't always because of Clark. In fact, it had nothing to do with either Clark or Superman, who managed to slip into their bedroom like a ghost after his midnight patrols.
No. This insomnia was tied with something else. Depression or anxiety or just plain being overworked and undersexed. Or, overworked and oversexed. That was it. He was working to hard and screwing Clark too much, and his body was beginning to think he didn't need sleep.
Lex turned his head and opened his eyes. Next to him, Clark was stretched out on his back, fast asleep. He was shirtless, as usual; one hand was thrown over his head, the other resting on his stomach. His breathing was soft and even, his mouth open, eyelashes resting against his cheeks and black curls tumbling around his face.
He was so beautiful. The most beautiful man Lex had ever seen, had ever bedded.
Had ever loved. And he did love, Clark. He loved everything about Clark, from his crooked teeth to the uglyglasses that he used to hide from the world. He loved Clark's laugh and the way he chewed his bottom lip when he was thinking. He loved Clark so much it hurt sometimes just to look at him.
A breeze blew in through the open window. It caressed Lex's back gently, teasing goosebumps from his skin, making him shiver. There was a song on the breeze, wafting up from the apartment below them.
*Do you love me
As I love you.
Are you my life to be
my dream come true*
Lex snorted softly and reached out to brush his hand over Clark's stomach. Clark stirred, a crinkle appearing over his eyes.
Holding his breath, Lex waited until Clark rolled onto his side and relaxed back into sleep. Then, he resumed his light exploration of Clark's skin and whispered, "Are you my life to be, my dream come true?"
"Yes," Clark answered, startling Lex. The beautiful blue-green eyes opened, glinting in the moonlight.
Lex swallowed hard, entwining his fingers in Clark's. "Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight?" he continued the song, voice almost nonexistent.
"Never."
"Like the moon growing dim..."
"Lex..."
"On the rim of the hill..."
"Baby, please..."
"In the chill, still..."
"Marry me."
This, by the way, does not constitute an immediate sequel to LLAR. Meaning, although I will probably use this in the fic, I'm probably not going to write the fic right now.
Sleep ebbed from Lex like a wave from the shore. He clung to it, desperately, trying to draw the heaviness back over him and disappear into dreams, but, despite his efforts, he found himself wide-awake.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach. This had been happening more and more over the past few weeks. Sleeplessness. Irregular sleeping patterns. Staring at the ceiling until dawn, and then falling asleep at his desk at the Planet around two and then repeating the cycle. And it wasn't always because of Clark. In fact, it had nothing to do with either Clark or Superman, who managed to slip into their bedroom like a ghost after his midnight patrols.
No. This insomnia was tied with something else. Depression or anxiety or just plain being overworked and undersexed. Or, overworked and oversexed. That was it. He was working to hard and screwing Clark too much, and his body was beginning to think he didn't need sleep.
Lex turned his head and opened his eyes. Next to him, Clark was stretched out on his back, fast asleep. He was shirtless, as usual; one hand was thrown over his head, the other resting on his stomach. His breathing was soft and even, his mouth open, eyelashes resting against his cheeks and black curls tumbling around his face.
He was so beautiful. The most beautiful man Lex had ever seen, had ever bedded.
Had ever loved. And he did love, Clark. He loved everything about Clark, from his crooked teeth to the uglyglasses that he used to hide from the world. He loved Clark's laugh and the way he chewed his bottom lip when he was thinking. He loved Clark so much it hurt sometimes just to look at him.
A breeze blew in through the open window. It caressed Lex's back gently, teasing goosebumps from his skin, making him shiver. There was a song on the breeze, wafting up from the apartment below them.
*Do you love me
As I love you.
Are you my life to be
my dream come true*
Lex snorted softly and reached out to brush his hand over Clark's stomach. Clark stirred, a crinkle appearing over his eyes.
Holding his breath, Lex waited until Clark rolled onto his side and relaxed back into sleep. Then, he resumed his light exploration of Clark's skin and whispered, "Are you my life to be, my dream come true?"
"Yes," Clark answered, startling Lex. The beautiful blue-green eyes opened, glinting in the moonlight.
Lex swallowed hard, entwining his fingers in Clark's. "Or will this dream of mine fade out of sight?" he continued the song, voice almost nonexistent.
"Never."
"Like the moon growing dim..."
"Lex..."
"On the rim of the hill..."
"Baby, please..."
"In the chill, still..."
"Marry me."
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Date: 2004-08-03 10:17 pm (UTC)*snuggles you tight*
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Date: 2004-08-04 10:49 am (UTC)So beautiful, hon
Date: 2004-08-04 02:31 am (UTC)Clark's proposal put tears in my eyes. I'm praying very hard that there will be more to this if you do wind up with that future sequel to LLAR begging to be written.
Psst: Site is actually sight. *ducks*
*floves you more*
*kisses*
Re: So beautiful, hon
Date: 2004-08-04 06:03 am (UTC)sight -- something seen
site -- a place, A web site
cite -- a reference, as in to cite a legal precedent
Loved this piece, by the way. *heavy sighs*
Re: So beautiful, hon
Date: 2004-08-04 10:47 am (UTC)site -- a place, A web site
cite -- a reference, as in to cite a legal precedent
Now that's just offensive. It assumes I'm stupid rather than I just made a mistake because I wrote it right before bedtime, I didn't proofread it, and often make homonym erros when I'm typing. Do you want to explain the differece between your/you're and there/they're/their while you're at it? Because I often mistype those too.
Loved this piece, by the way.
Thanks.
Re: So beautiful, hon
Date: 2004-08-04 06:12 pm (UTC)I apologize.
I had not meant to assume you are stupid or to be offensive. This particular homonym trio is just my personal LJ/fanfic pet peeve. In fic that has otherwise been beta'd by responsible people, "site" is still left in place for "sight." Rarely does anyone use "cite" correctly.
Re: So beautiful, hon
Date: 2004-08-05 10:15 pm (UTC)I had not meant to assume you are stupid or to be offensive.
I'm obviously way too sensitive about things. I'm sorry about getting all upset at you. I totally understand about pet peeves. I just always feel so incredibly stupid when I make errors like that because I *do* know the difference, but my fingers have a mind of their own.
Thank you for commenting, though. I really hope my stupidity won't stop you from doing so in the future.
Re: So beautiful, hon
Date: 2004-08-04 10:48 am (UTC)I know. It's a typo. you know those things I always make when I type, especially when it comes to rough drafts. That's why i have beta's. To catch those errors that slip me by, especially on rough drafts, which this is.
Just perfect. I felt Lex's unease and disbelief in his good fortune and happiness nonetheless in his love for Clark. Exquisite.
Obviously not perfect, but thanks.
I'm sorry
Date: 2004-08-04 11:16 am (UTC)Me too
Date: 2004-08-04 03:24 pm (UTC)For instance, I regularly read someone else that, in her first LJ drafts, constantly mixes tenses and I know she knows better too, honest.
My own bug-a-boo is I repeat phrases and words too darn much in my first drafts and I certainly know better as well.
Of course we don't always see our own boo-boos. That's why they're first drafts.
My pointing out the word was as a courtesy and I know you know that too, just as I know the same when it's done for me.
*G* And believe me, it is done for me, even though I am an eagle eye beta for three very good writers.
If it is any comfort, so help me, I know that
We don't always communicate in words with the lightness we would mean to use in our verbal speech with all its inflections. I think she meant to be lighthearted. Though I can't speak for her, that was my impression upon reading her response.
I'm truly sorry I caused you any discomfort at all. I like you way too much to want to do that to you.
{{HUGS}}
Re: Me too
Date: 2004-08-05 10:17 pm (UTC)Seriously, don't worry about it. I'm way too sensitive, I know that about myself, and yet I always manage to convince myself I'm not being sensitive in *this* case and act without thinking. Thank you for being so gracious in all of this. *hugs*
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Date: 2004-08-05 02:48 pm (UTC)Wah! Love it! LOVE IT!
---Jinx
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Date: 2004-08-05 10:12 pm (UTC)