Notes: For digitalwave, who asked for Clark/Lex, "Someone teaches Lex the fun of making snow angels."
It's not precisely about fun, but it hopefully it works anyway.
Feedback: The best presents Santa could bring me. Offlist please.
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Disclaimer: So many other people have legitimate claim on these
characters before me, but they just don't do anything fun with them! It's
really just harmless borrowing. Really.
Warnings: Slash. Sappiness.
Summary: For the Smallville Holiday/Winter Challenge. For digitalwave,
who asked for Clark/Lex, "Someone teaches Lex the fun of making snow
angels." It's not precisely about fun, but it hopefully it works anyway.
Acknowledgements: Thanks to Madelyn for running things, and Kel & Liz
for betaing, and everyone else who encourages me not to abandon
Smallville entirely. Despite Mad's protests, I swear this fic is *not* the
sound of the door hitting me in the ass on the way out of the fandom. I've
got things left to do!
Lex was cold, tired, and starting to get mightily pissed off. "
"That's the whole point, Lex. Here, we can make snow angels!"
"Snow angels?" Lex put a wealth of doubt into that one phrase.
Lex looked. Then he blinked, and cocked his head to one side. A skirt, wings, a head -- he could just barely see the innocent wonder of it. "It needs a halo," he said softly, walking carefully around the impression. He used the toe of his shoe to make little rays of light around the spot where
"Do you want to..."
Lex breathed deeply of the crisp, snow-laden air. It was cold, yes, but alive, real. Winter as a part of nature, a time of endings, the old making way for the new. "Why don't we start over?"
"Start over. It's like... this angel is everything we've ever said or done with one another." Lex took a step forward, deliberately ruining the halo he'd so carefully drawn. "Every lie we've ever told, you and me both." The next step was a little harder, grinding down where the head was. "All the debts and the secrets and the things we deny."
"Can I ask you one question, before we make the last step?" There was only a bare foot separating them, so little space really.
Those blue, blue eyes opened wide, not innocent but darker, more real than that. Guilt, need, confusion, pain, those were the big fish swimming in the depths, surrounded by a hundred smaller things. Lex was surprised to find he was almost as tall as
Strong arms wrapped around him, and he threaded his hands through that tempting hair, finding it just as soft as he'd always hoped it would be.
"I'm so glad you didn't forget me," whispered
Lex shook his head gently, trying to make
"Not a mutant." Lex was sure of that, sure it was something else, something deeper and more surreal. He put that knowledge into his eyes, encouraging, testing, and cocked his head to one side as he felt another whisper of memory. "You fell from the sky," he said softly. "Like an angel, fallen to earth." They both looked down at the trampled figure beneath them.
They looked back up, gazes locking. It was Clark who snickered first, but Lex who fell into the full-throated laughter. "Angel my ass," said
"I want to fuck you," he said breathlessly, when the humor wore out. "I always have."
"Wait," said Lex, turning back. They had destroyed, and he wanted a moment to create, something with no real art or passion, merely the childlike joy of being able to point and say, "I made this." Lex ducked his head, almost shy as he explained, "I want to make one."
Instead, he stood up, stepped carefully around his very first snow angel, and pulled