Clex Bingo: Secret of Happiness (Clex, single pormpt fill)
Title: Secret of Happiness
Category: Ficlet
Pairing: Clex
Rating: G
Word Count: 522
Spoilers: None
Bingo: Clex bingo/clexmas
Prompt: Kisses/Butterfly/Eskimo
Notes: This is relevent to my interests. Indulgent fluff.
Summary: Whenever I chance to meet
some old friends on the street
They wonder how does a man get to be this way Charlie Pride, "Kiss An Angel Good Morning"
There was probably a limit to what people would pay to have access to an unconscious Lex Luthor, but even the lower bids would make Clark unreasonably rich. Except then he'd have to give up his own chance to watch Lex curled under expensive cotton sheets.
It seemed that Lex was always up early, even in Clark's admittedly limited experience (twelve shared mornings, not consecutive, three mornings of phone calls), but Lex had come to bed late and turned the alarm off. And unlike Clark, who tended to rise with the sun no matter what, when Lex decided to toss his schedule out the window, even his body complied.
Or he'd just turned over and gone back to sleep while Clark was sneaking downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. He hadn't been gone long, using a bit of speed to make up for the fact that the distance between the castle kitchen and Lex's bedroom was absurd.
When he'd come back to the room, Lex had still been asleep, body tucked away beneath the bedding and his head sunk into the lone pillow that had survived the night without being pushed up against the headboard, shoved at Clark, or knocked onto the floor.
Clark put the tray of food he'd brought back on the nightstand on his side (his! He had a side!) and then crawled onto the bed and over to Lex, who barely twitched. Clark closed his eyes and focused on Lex's heartbeat, knowing how well Lex could control all other outward reactions.
Sure enough, his heart rate was above normal for his sleeping state. Clark grinned and started to call him on it, then stopped. Then he started to lean in for a kiss, but couldn't contain his smile. He switched goals, shifted a bit to the side and brushed the tip of his nose against Lex's in an eskimo kiss instead.
Lex wrinkled his nose briefly and Clark brushed their cheeks together before repeating the nose-to-nose brush again. No movement this time, no pause in breathing. Clark leaned down to claim the aborted kiss but kept it brief, smiling when Lex's head tilted up to follow his withdraw.
Then, because Lex had been the one to tell Clark an abbreviated history of the eskimo kiss, Clark pressed his nose and upper lip against the pillow creases on Lex's cheek and breathed in through his nose.
"You're ridiculous," Lex said, eyes still closed.
Clark laughed, torso shaking as he leaned in to plant a kiss on Lex's lips. "It's a nice way to be woken up."
"Yes." Lex's mouth, slowly curving in an answering smile, derailed into a smirk. "There are 'nicer' ones," he purred, opening his eyes.
This time when he moved in for a kiss, Lex rose to meet him, hands fisting in Clark's T-shirt and holding him in place as if he had anyplace else to be.
Since he didn't, since he actually had no place he'd rather be than maybe under the blankest with Lex, he pressed Lex back onto the bed again, feeling Lex's body relax as Clark lay more comfortably beside him.
Category: Ficlet
Pairing: Clex
Rating: G
Word Count: 522
Spoilers: None
Bingo: Clex bingo/clexmas
Prompt: Kisses/Butterfly/Eskimo
Notes: This is relevent to my interests. Indulgent fluff.
Summary: Whenever I chance to meet
some old friends on the street
They wonder how does a man get to be this way Charlie Pride, "Kiss An Angel Good Morning"
There was probably a limit to what people would pay to have access to an unconscious Lex Luthor, but even the lower bids would make Clark unreasonably rich. Except then he'd have to give up his own chance to watch Lex curled under expensive cotton sheets.
It seemed that Lex was always up early, even in Clark's admittedly limited experience (twelve shared mornings, not consecutive, three mornings of phone calls), but Lex had come to bed late and turned the alarm off. And unlike Clark, who tended to rise with the sun no matter what, when Lex decided to toss his schedule out the window, even his body complied.
Or he'd just turned over and gone back to sleep while Clark was sneaking downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. He hadn't been gone long, using a bit of speed to make up for the fact that the distance between the castle kitchen and Lex's bedroom was absurd.
When he'd come back to the room, Lex had still been asleep, body tucked away beneath the bedding and his head sunk into the lone pillow that had survived the night without being pushed up against the headboard, shoved at Clark, or knocked onto the floor.
Clark put the tray of food he'd brought back on the nightstand on his side (his! He had a side!) and then crawled onto the bed and over to Lex, who barely twitched. Clark closed his eyes and focused on Lex's heartbeat, knowing how well Lex could control all other outward reactions.
Sure enough, his heart rate was above normal for his sleeping state. Clark grinned and started to call him on it, then stopped. Then he started to lean in for a kiss, but couldn't contain his smile. He switched goals, shifted a bit to the side and brushed the tip of his nose against Lex's in an eskimo kiss instead.
Lex wrinkled his nose briefly and Clark brushed their cheeks together before repeating the nose-to-nose brush again. No movement this time, no pause in breathing. Clark leaned down to claim the aborted kiss but kept it brief, smiling when Lex's head tilted up to follow his withdraw.
Then, because Lex had been the one to tell Clark an abbreviated history of the eskimo kiss, Clark pressed his nose and upper lip against the pillow creases on Lex's cheek and breathed in through his nose.
"You're ridiculous," Lex said, eyes still closed.
Clark laughed, torso shaking as he leaned in to plant a kiss on Lex's lips. "It's a nice way to be woken up."
"Yes." Lex's mouth, slowly curving in an answering smile, derailed into a smirk. "There are 'nicer' ones," he purred, opening his eyes.
This time when he moved in for a kiss, Lex rose to meet him, hands fisting in Clark's T-shirt and holding him in place as if he had anyplace else to be.
Since he didn't, since he actually had no place he'd rather be than maybe under the blankest with Lex, he pressed Lex back onto the bed again, feeling Lex's body relax as Clark lay more comfortably beside him.