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Summary: Clark muses about which way Lex swings.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about Lex in ways that would make my mom blush five shades of red. And sometimes I think he thinks about me too. He'll send a look my way that screams, "Take me now," and the next moment he's smiling as if to say, "Made you look."
I want to rip his clothes off and show him all of the things that run through my head. That's when I blush and force myself to think about math. Concentrating on the square root of 576.852 is better than a cold shower if I do say so myself.
Maybe it's the way he says neither as if it's spelled n-e-y-e-t-h-e-r. It could be that incredibly smooth bald head, but I never imagined what Mr. Clean looked like in his birthday suit.
The other day we were playing pool and all I could concentrate on was the way he held the cue. His long fingers seemed to caress the wood and I wondered if he would stroke me the same way. He must have known I was staring because he smiled and winked at me. I could tell another one of my blushes was coming on so I made up some excuse about farm chores and left. I spent the rest of that day in my room with the door locked.
I wish that when I talked about ruining friendships because of romantic feelings he'd get a clue. Maybe then he'd throw me on a couch and I could do that thing that Jesse taught me with her tongue.
But maybe it's just wishful thinking and it'll never happen and I should just stop laying in bed with goo on my hands and Lex in my head.
Summary: Clark muses about which way Lex swings.
Sometimes I find myself thinking about Lex in ways that would make my mom blush five shades of red. And sometimes I think he thinks about me too. He'll send a look my way that screams, "Take me now," and the next moment he's smiling as if to say, "Made you look."
I want to rip his clothes off and show him all of the things that run through my head. That's when I blush and force myself to think about math. Concentrating on the square root of 576.852 is better than a cold shower if I do say so myself.
Maybe it's the way he says neither as if it's spelled n-e-y-e-t-h-e-r. It could be that incredibly smooth bald head, but I never imagined what Mr. Clean looked like in his birthday suit.
The other day we were playing pool and all I could concentrate on was the way he held the cue. His long fingers seemed to caress the wood and I wondered if he would stroke me the same way. He must have known I was staring because he smiled and winked at me. I could tell another one of my blushes was coming on so I made up some excuse about farm chores and left. I spent the rest of that day in my room with the door locked.
I wish that when I talked about ruining friendships because of romantic feelings he'd get a clue. Maybe then he'd throw me on a couch and I could do that thing that Jesse taught me with her tongue.
But maybe it's just wishful thinking and it'll never happen and I should just stop laying in bed with goo on my hands and Lex in my head.