title: words and actions
author: jessica
date: october 15, 2003
notes: for iamsweetdee. improv: clark/lex, porch, a ring.
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Lex sighs. Everything is quiet and dark, and leaning back against his chest, Clark can feel and hear every one of Lex's breaths.
"What?"
"Nothing." When Lex laughs, it's a warm rush through Clark's body. "It's just, I never feel more Smallville then when I'm sitting on this porch swing with you."
"We'll have to get Dad to build one for the penthouse."
"Maybe."
Clark's not exactly sure how long they've been outside. Dinner was in Metropolis at Lex's favourite steakhouse - Jonathan's favourite now, too - after the afternoon graduation ceremony. Now they were back in Smallville for the weekend before they had to catch a plane to Lex's graduation present.
"Are you doing that contemplating the future schtick?"
Clark twisted his neck to look up at Lex. "Now's as good a time as any. What do you think porch swings are for?"
"Not sex, apparently."
Lex's arms were wrapped tight around Clark's middle, all about comfort except for the one hand sneaking underneath his shirt. It was hot after hours of being tangled up with Clark's, and cold where Lex's ring was worn. Clark pushed back against Lex and up against his hand, then twisted around to pin him to the seat.
"You know, my parents are probably watching." He kissed Lex anyway.
"They're probably not."
It was a little uncomfortable, lying there between Lex's legs on the porch swing not nearly big enough for the two of them.
"Time for bed?" Lex asked, nudging Clark up from his chest.
"Can we go to the castle?"
"Sure. I just thought you wanted this weekend on the farm."
"I know, but..." He picked up Lex's hand, turning his ring. Just looking at it made decisions easier. "It's time, don't you think?"
"Whenever you're ready, Clark."
Lex turned his wrist over so Clark could see his watch.
"Yeah, maybe a couple more minutes."
Making the decision is easy, but pulling himself up from the porch swing and Lex's warm body is infinitely harder.