Authors Notes: I wrote this before, and Tim noted that "Hey, this could be a Smallville ficlet". So, I'm posting it as one. Enjoy. Actually it is kinda creepy how it fits into the whole Smallville thing.... It's like i was a shipper, even before I *knew* i was one.
Disclaimer: What I own can fit in a Chrysler Concord, but sadly what I own does not include Lex. *sigh*
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He'd tried to catch the moments when it began. Like trying to catch his last thought before he drifted off to dream… of her. He didn't have to dream; she was here now, holding him firmly in her gaze. Cool blue heated with desire. He wondered if it would burn out her eyes and leave him scorched. That's how he always felt when they were done. Charred, singed, burned from the inside out. Gasps of air calming the blaze, afraid to put it out for fear of being cold again.
It was too delicious, these stolen moments together. Fuzzy collage of blonde, sweat, skin. His hands caressing her buttermilk expanse, sometimes gently, sometimes rough. Her body responded to anything that was him. His body needing her, needing him. He could just lay next to her, inhaling her scent, something like wanton strawberry. All her. All good. All his.
And the yelling. He hadn't planned on that. Drawing raspy pleas, or subtle moans. Sometimes words where beyond her, just her lips parted, as her body went beyond pleasure. He could do that to her, and no one else had. And the things she could do to him. Just pressing his lips against hers. Taking a pink rosette against his tongue. It maddened him the way she was when he was inside her.
The first time they lay together, he knew he would be her first, and she would be his last. The moment their eyes met, when they knew, *this is going to happen*. Blue meeting blue, both asking and answering. Then sweet lips against his. A slight grazing of her teeth on his lower lip. Her settling on his lap, a fine weight on his own. Then lace and cream, as he peeled away each layer, each time embracing her in new ways.
On the dark silk she looked otherworldly. A golden nymph with moonbeam skin. His lips tasting everything, like he always did. Wanting to take it all in, take her in, but it was she who took him in. Their eyes met again, and hers said *I love you*. He'd seen that look before, but he'd never returned it, till her.
Disclaimer: What I own can fit in a Chrysler Concord, but sadly what I own does not include Lex. *sigh*
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He'd tried to catch the moments when it began. Like trying to catch his last thought before he drifted off to dream… of her. He didn't have to dream; she was here now, holding him firmly in her gaze. Cool blue heated with desire. He wondered if it would burn out her eyes and leave him scorched. That's how he always felt when they were done. Charred, singed, burned from the inside out. Gasps of air calming the blaze, afraid to put it out for fear of being cold again.
It was too delicious, these stolen moments together. Fuzzy collage of blonde, sweat, skin. His hands caressing her buttermilk expanse, sometimes gently, sometimes rough. Her body responded to anything that was him. His body needing her, needing him. He could just lay next to her, inhaling her scent, something like wanton strawberry. All her. All good. All his.
And the yelling. He hadn't planned on that. Drawing raspy pleas, or subtle moans. Sometimes words where beyond her, just her lips parted, as her body went beyond pleasure. He could do that to her, and no one else had. And the things she could do to him. Just pressing his lips against hers. Taking a pink rosette against his tongue. It maddened him the way she was when he was inside her.
The first time they lay together, he knew he would be her first, and she would be his last. The moment their eyes met, when they knew, *this is going to happen*. Blue meeting blue, both asking and answering. Then sweet lips against his. A slight grazing of her teeth on his lower lip. Her settling on his lap, a fine weight on his own. Then lace and cream, as he peeled away each layer, each time embracing her in new ways.
On the dark silk she looked otherworldly. A golden nymph with moonbeam skin. His lips tasting everything, like he always did. Wanting to take it all in, take her in, but it was she who took him in. Their eyes met again, and hers said *I love you*. He'd seen that look before, but he'd never returned it, till her.