|Happy birthday lapetite_kiki! Clexfic: En Francais
||[Nov. 16th, 2011|11:04 pm]
Michael & Jensen together again!
They are both scheduled to attend the Shockfest Film Festival in LA this weekend. I hope this means cuddly photo ops on the red carpet and Jensen talking Michael into guest-starring on SPN and bringing Tom along too!
Michael is going to be interviewed on this podcast at noon on Friday. I can't listen live but hopefully they'll post the clip afterwards
It's lapetite_kiki's birthday! I wrote a little story, inspired by her gorgeous Clex artwork "Impulse."
"We shouldn't be more than two hours," says Jonathan.
Which means they'll be back in ninety minutes, thinks Lex. To catch us by surprise. Just to make sure that nothing is going on.
"Don't put off finishing your history essay," says Martha. "I don't want your light still on at two in the morning, like last week."
Clark flicks his shoulder impatiently.
"Mom, I’ll finish it. Lex will help me…"
Lex smiles. Tries to look responsible. And finally – finally – the kitchen door closes behind the Kents.
Clark cocks his head, waits until the truck's engine has completely faded away, then shifts closer to Lex on the couch. He puts his hand on Lex's knee.
"That history essay…" says Lex.
"Finished it yesterday. We have a full two hours…"
He leans in for a kiss, hands on Lex's shoulders, guiding Lex towards him.
So many times Lex had fantasized about seducing Clark, but the truth is, he is putty in Clark's hands. At the touch of Clark's lips, he surrenders completely, every time.
And so here he is, on his back, Clark looming over him with a big grin.
"Say it, Lex?"
Lex plays coy, which is hard to do with Clark practically sitting on him.
Clark bends down for a kiss, then whispers in Lex's ear:'
"Don't tease. You know…"
His hair tickles Lex's cheek. Lex sighs, pretending to be resigned.
"Clark, vous êtes très beau."
"I know what that means," says Clark. He bounces, his ass grazing Lex's hips.
"Then we'll up the stakes," says Lex. "Clark a beaucoup de secrets. Je souhaite qu'il me dise."
Tiny flicker around the eyes from Clark at "secrets". He leans in and pins Lex's wrists to the couch.
"What is it about French you like so much?"
"It's different. Romantic..."
I'll give you romance, thinks Lex. He says:
"Je massacrerais des dragons pour Clark."
Clark laughs, a rush of warm air against Lex's neck.
"Okay, I understood "dragons"…"
"I would slay dragons for Clark," says Lex.
"Oh," says Clark. His cheeks are pink. "Lex, I have one for you."
He puts his mouth to Lex's ear and whispers:
"Vous et moi serez toujours ensemble."
Lex stares up at him and almost can't breathe for a minute because Clark is his, here, now. His arm is looped around Clark's shoulders and their legs are tangled up. They are braided together; he can barely tell where his body ends and Clark's begins.
"Was that right?" says Clark. "I used the internet to translate."
Lex can only nod. He reaches up to stroke Clark's cheek.
"Always together," says Clark, once more, right before Lex pulls him down.
Joyeux anniversaire, Kiki!