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adventdrabblesTitle: A Munchy, Warm Christmas
Fandom: Smallville
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Clark is reluctant to disappoint his beloved.
Word Count: 654
Written For: Advent Drabbles: Day 3: Yule Goat
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Clark, where are you? The opera is about to start."
"Hum, Lex," Clark answered hesitantly, his breath coming out in a frosty puff of air, "you're not going to believe this."
"What? What's wrong? Are you okay? It's a super--"
"No, it's nothing superheroic," Clark said with a sigh. Indeed, his boyfriend might well be more forgiving if he thought he had lost his ticket in yet another pursuit to save the world, rather than an incident at the old farm. Clark glared at the animal standing in front of him and noisily chewing the colorful scrap of paper he'd taken out of Clark's denim pocket while Clark had been busy scattering feed for the chickens. Putting a gloved hand over his cell phone, Clark hissed at him, "You'll be lucky if he doesn't decide we're having goat instead of turkey this year!"
The goat swallowed his ticket. Clark was still grimacing when he heard Lex's urgent voice questioning, "Clark, did I just hear a goat bleat?"
"Hum, about that -- "
"Are you at the farm?"
"Well... I... That is..."
"If your mother needed help, she could have called me, Clark," Lex said, surprising him. Clark fell completely silent. Glancing again at his Rolex, Lex sighed. "The curtain is beginning to rise, but if your mother needs help, she really should have asked, Clark. You both should know I do not mind rolling up my sleeves and getting dirty. I'm stepping into the alley way now. Just come get me. I'll have someone pick up the car later."
Clark zipped away from the farm and was back, with Lex in his arms, before the goat could move or Lex could hang up his cell. He slipped the phone back into his thick, black jacket as Clark set him onto his feet. Snow crunched underneath his designer shoes. "Just let me change..."
"There's no need," Clark said, this time surprising him.
"What do you mean?" Lex questioned, his brow furrowing. "I don't mind helping her, Clark, but I am not going to -- "
"That," Clark said, pointing at the bleating goat with the striped, knitted atop his head, "is the reason why I can't go to the opera with you tonight, Lex."
Lex frowned at the goat. He noted the cap on his white, hairy head and the bits of colorful paper on the snow beneath him. "Your mother's latest rescue attempt?" he asked, a single, ebony brow arched delicately.
Clark sighed and nodded. "And he just ate my ticket."
Lex smiled. "Why didn't you just say so? Clark, darling, you should know better by now. That's an easy fix. They'll never turn a Luthor or his companion away from the Metropolitan Opera House."
"We don't have to have a ticket?"
"Of course not," Lex said, jumping back up into Clark's readily grabbing, muscular arms. "Take us back. They know better than to tell me no, and you should too, especially tonight." He nuzzled closer to him, his lips finding the warmth of his neck and the heartbeat underneath his tanned skin.
Clark warmed all the way through the ends of his boots. His grin was wide and bright in the darkening evening. "Are you sure you want to go back?" he asked gleefully.
"Quite," Lex answered, nuzzling him, "but we'll return to our cabin tonight." Clark zipped them back to the opera, arriving just as the play was beginning. True to his word, Lex had no trouble getting them both inside, despite his lack of a singular ticket. They did indeed know better than to tell Lex Luthor no. So did he, especially when it was something he, too, wanted and kept thinking of all through the night while holding to his hand in his private booth. It would not matter how much snow fell that night; Clark knew he and his beloved were going to be toasty warm inside the cabin and under the covers.
The End
Fandom: Smallville
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: PG/K+
Summary: Clark is reluctant to disappoint his beloved.
Word Count: 654
Written For: Advent Drabbles: Day 3: Yule Goat
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Clark, where are you? The opera is about to start."
"Hum, Lex," Clark answered hesitantly, his breath coming out in a frosty puff of air, "you're not going to believe this."
"What? What's wrong? Are you okay? It's a super--"
"No, it's nothing superheroic," Clark said with a sigh. Indeed, his boyfriend might well be more forgiving if he thought he had lost his ticket in yet another pursuit to save the world, rather than an incident at the old farm. Clark glared at the animal standing in front of him and noisily chewing the colorful scrap of paper he'd taken out of Clark's denim pocket while Clark had been busy scattering feed for the chickens. Putting a gloved hand over his cell phone, Clark hissed at him, "You'll be lucky if he doesn't decide we're having goat instead of turkey this year!"
The goat swallowed his ticket. Clark was still grimacing when he heard Lex's urgent voice questioning, "Clark, did I just hear a goat bleat?"
"Hum, about that -- "
"Are you at the farm?"
"Well... I... That is..."
"If your mother needed help, she could have called me, Clark," Lex said, surprising him. Clark fell completely silent. Glancing again at his Rolex, Lex sighed. "The curtain is beginning to rise, but if your mother needs help, she really should have asked, Clark. You both should know I do not mind rolling up my sleeves and getting dirty. I'm stepping into the alley way now. Just come get me. I'll have someone pick up the car later."
Clark zipped away from the farm and was back, with Lex in his arms, before the goat could move or Lex could hang up his cell. He slipped the phone back into his thick, black jacket as Clark set him onto his feet. Snow crunched underneath his designer shoes. "Just let me change..."
"There's no need," Clark said, this time surprising him.
"What do you mean?" Lex questioned, his brow furrowing. "I don't mind helping her, Clark, but I am not going to -- "
"That," Clark said, pointing at the bleating goat with the striped, knitted atop his head, "is the reason why I can't go to the opera with you tonight, Lex."
Lex frowned at the goat. He noted the cap on his white, hairy head and the bits of colorful paper on the snow beneath him. "Your mother's latest rescue attempt?" he asked, a single, ebony brow arched delicately.
Clark sighed and nodded. "And he just ate my ticket."
Lex smiled. "Why didn't you just say so? Clark, darling, you should know better by now. That's an easy fix. They'll never turn a Luthor or his companion away from the Metropolitan Opera House."
"We don't have to have a ticket?"
"Of course not," Lex said, jumping back up into Clark's readily grabbing, muscular arms. "Take us back. They know better than to tell me no, and you should too, especially tonight." He nuzzled closer to him, his lips finding the warmth of his neck and the heartbeat underneath his tanned skin.
Clark warmed all the way through the ends of his boots. His grin was wide and bright in the darkening evening. "Are you sure you want to go back?" he asked gleefully.
"Quite," Lex answered, nuzzling him, "but we'll return to our cabin tonight." Clark zipped them back to the opera, arriving just as the play was beginning. True to his word, Lex had no trouble getting them both inside, despite his lack of a singular ticket. They did indeed know better than to tell Lex Luthor no. So did he, especially when it was something he, too, wanted and kept thinking of all through the night while holding to his hand in his private booth. It would not matter how much snow fell that night; Clark knew he and his beloved were going to be toasty warm inside the cabin and under the covers.
The End
