I've been accused of Smallville neglect...
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hackthis_archiveThis ficlet has been bothering me for days. People have done it before, loads have done it better, but damnit, I’m going to write it anyway cos I want to, and isn’t that what life’s all about?
Smallville
Change of Tune
Stood on the edge
Tied to the noose
You came along and you cut me loose
-Coldplay ‘Amsterdam’
Lex sleeps on his stomach, quite soundly as a matter of fact, with an occasional twitch of his nose. Once or twice he’s been known to talk in his sleep, at least that what’s various partners have said, but since most people can’t make heads or tales of the formula for sulfuric acid or methadone it doesn’t matter that much to him.
All that matters to Lex is that he gets a good night’s sleep, and he can only do that on his stomach.
Lex can’t sleep on his side.
All his organs shift and sink, and he feels as though he’s balanced on the edge of a wall, one movement back or forth and he’ll fall. A long fall into a bottomless pit where Clark won’t be there to save him, where he won‘t be able to save himself, and sleep shouldn’t be that way at all.
It doesn’t matter that Lex’s bed frame was imported from Russia because Lionel has a thing for Nicholas the III, and the bed is the size of a cheap apartment in New York City. It is what it is, Lex takes comfort in his habits, and he can’t sleep that way at all, but the first time that Clark spent the night, Lex rolled away from him and went to sleep on his side. Clark didn’t spoon up behind him, and Lex might as well have been sleeping alone.
He didn’t sleep at all that night.
Lex had always thought that first time would be different. He always though that afterwards there would be a great revelation, a great sharing of secrets. Instead Lex wound up in the wet spot and learned that Clark has a kicking problem which is almost as dire as his inability to share the sheets.
As far as first times go it was more than a bit disappointing, however, Lex is nothing if not persistent; and when dealing with Clark, he knows that allowances have to be made. All the same, Lex can’t sleep on his back either, and the second time Clark spent the night that’s what was required.
Clark wanted to cuddle but Lex wanted talk. He wanted to know what the hell was going on. Instead he spent the night with Clark wrapped around his waist and hindering his breathing. The light wasn’t good enough for Lex to count the cracks on the ceiling, so instead he went through the Periodic Table backwards in alphabetical order and planned what he would wear on the first day of his presidency.
The third time, Lex wouldn’t let Clark spend the night. He needed his sleep.
The following afternoon Clark came to visit him, and Lex laid down his terms: he wanted to sleep on his stomach, and he wouldn’t sleep in a bed of lies.
It took four years, one high school graduation, two relocations, an internship at the Planet, Chloe, and a divine intervention from Mrs. Kent before Lex finally had his way.
Smallville
Change of Tune
Stood on the edge
Tied to the noose
You came along and you cut me loose
-Coldplay ‘Amsterdam’
Lex sleeps on his stomach, quite soundly as a matter of fact, with an occasional twitch of his nose. Once or twice he’s been known to talk in his sleep, at least that what’s various partners have said, but since most people can’t make heads or tales of the formula for sulfuric acid or methadone it doesn’t matter that much to him.
All that matters to Lex is that he gets a good night’s sleep, and he can only do that on his stomach.
Lex can’t sleep on his side.
All his organs shift and sink, and he feels as though he’s balanced on the edge of a wall, one movement back or forth and he’ll fall. A long fall into a bottomless pit where Clark won’t be there to save him, where he won‘t be able to save himself, and sleep shouldn’t be that way at all.
It doesn’t matter that Lex’s bed frame was imported from Russia because Lionel has a thing for Nicholas the III, and the bed is the size of a cheap apartment in New York City. It is what it is, Lex takes comfort in his habits, and he can’t sleep that way at all, but the first time that Clark spent the night, Lex rolled away from him and went to sleep on his side. Clark didn’t spoon up behind him, and Lex might as well have been sleeping alone.
He didn’t sleep at all that night.
Lex had always thought that first time would be different. He always though that afterwards there would be a great revelation, a great sharing of secrets. Instead Lex wound up in the wet spot and learned that Clark has a kicking problem which is almost as dire as his inability to share the sheets.
As far as first times go it was more than a bit disappointing, however, Lex is nothing if not persistent; and when dealing with Clark, he knows that allowances have to be made. All the same, Lex can’t sleep on his back either, and the second time Clark spent the night that’s what was required.
Clark wanted to cuddle but Lex wanted talk. He wanted to know what the hell was going on. Instead he spent the night with Clark wrapped around his waist and hindering his breathing. The light wasn’t good enough for Lex to count the cracks on the ceiling, so instead he went through the Periodic Table backwards in alphabetical order and planned what he would wear on the first day of his presidency.
The third time, Lex wouldn’t let Clark spend the night. He needed his sleep.
The following afternoon Clark came to visit him, and Lex laid down his terms: he wanted to sleep on his stomach, and he wouldn’t sleep in a bed of lies.
It took four years, one high school graduation, two relocations, an internship at the Planet, Chloe, and a divine intervention from Mrs. Kent before Lex finally had his way.
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Date: 2003-01-04 02:09 pm (UTC)*laughing* And here our consensus ends.
I love it. I love your Lex, he's so exasperated. *grins*
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:12 pm (UTC)I love it. I love your Lex, he's so exasperated. *grins*
::stamps foot:: he's not supposed to be exasperated, he's supposed to be...um sulking? I dunno. I was going for depressing or something, I shall have to try harder. ::calls up Slodwick's School for Depressing Fic::
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:54 pm (UTC)I'm sorry if I misinterpreted it, hon. But really, any fic which has persistent!Lex and the boys working it out in the end is never going to depress me, no matter how hard you try.
Sorry. *grins*
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Date: 2003-01-04 03:07 pm (UTC)It took four years, one high school graduation, two relocations, an internship at the Planet, Chloe, and a divine intervention from Mrs. Kent before Lex finally had his way.
You write it your way any time - loved this one! (Especially since I can't sleep on my back either *G*.) So nice to see the way it really goes - snugglers always end up with partners who want them to sleep on another floor of the house, or the first time is a disaster of nerves, wet spots and being uncomfortable with this new body in the bed, or whatever *G*.
Your Lex is great - in character, exasperated and persisting because he and Clark are worth it.
I'd love to see the divine intervention from Martha, btw, and again, this is fabulous.
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:14 pm (UTC)Other people always sleep wrong. That's all I'm saying. The should conform to what I want everytime!
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Date: 2003-01-04 04:07 pm (UTC)Oh yes. This is one of those stellar lines that your fic *always* contains. True and right and clever in a way that puts all the pretenders to shame.
It took four years, one high school graduation, two relocations, an internship at the Planet, Chloe, and a divine intervention from Mrs. Kent before Lex finally had his way.
*sigh* Yeah. That.
And the theme. I think we've all been there. After we get over the first blush of the coolness of getting to *sleep* with someone, that first relationship, I think most of us would rather have our own beds for sleep. Sharing is not fun. You captured that perfectly.
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:30 pm (UTC)dude, that's what i said above. sex is great, and then you want people to leave, cos sharing the bed? it's just not on.
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Date: 2003-01-04 04:57 pm (UTC)Lovely ficlet. :D
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Date: 2003-01-05 01:32 pm (UTC)you finally finished 'the fortress of domination' and i didn't send you feedback for it. bad zahra! ::flogs with noodle:: it was hysterical and i loved it, and thank you so much for president osbourne. god, she'd be the best. god, now i want an icon that says sharon for president. bollocks to that american-born only law.
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Date: 2003-01-04 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-05 01:35 pm (UTC)thanks for reading it! i'm glad you liked it, meret.
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Date: 2003-01-08 08:23 am (UTC)The following afternoon Clark came to visit him, and Lex laid down his terms: he wanted to sleep on his stomach, and he wouldn’t sleep in a bed of lies.
You know, I love your Lex. The details you put into it. Lex sleeping might have been done before, but you always do it special.
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Date: 2003-01-08 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-08 04:14 pm (UTC)There's really worse jobs to be had. ^_^