SV: Fiction - Clark/Lex - The Costume
My fiction muse is still hanging around, and it gave me another story. This is for estrella30, it's a continuation of her Blue is the Sky, which is here:
http://www.livejournal.com/community/sv_flashfiction/32012.html
My art muse seems to be missing, or it may just have fallen out with PSP. Which seems to need re-installing as it keeps claiming illegal operations. **smites**
Title: The Costume
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 400 words
Rating: teens
Summary: Clark gets his costume. He needs Lex's opinion.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine. Lex's first line is stolen from MARTHA in the "Lois and Clark" pilot ;)
Here, have an old manip:
http://www.btinternet.com/~lbeard/pictures/tom_supes3.png
The Costume
by Laura
The following morning, Clark kissed Lex goodbye, and flew off to the Arctic, to the Fortress. Hours later, in his new costume, he flew back to Metropolis, to Lex. Having entered the penthouse via the balcony, he now stood before Lex, awaiting his opinion.
Moving his eyes slowly up Clark’s body, at least a minute passed before Lex actually managed to reach Clark’s face.
“Well, Clark, no-one’s going to be looking at your face, that’s for sure,” Lex stated.
“Hey!” Clark laughed, pretending to be scandalised at Lex’s words. He sobered, and then continued, “That was kind of the point, Lex. I want to draw attention away from my face...”
Lex picked up Clark’s train of thought, and asked, “...And towards your admittedly magnificent chest and...crotch?”
“Well, yes! There’s no mask, so I need a ‘distraction’,” Clark replied.
“Distraction’s certainly the word,” Lex muttered. “I presume the Fortress made this?”
“Yes, Lex,” Clark said.
They were quiet for a few minutes, as Lex looked Clark up and down, again. Then, in a breathy voice, Lex said, “It’s beautiful, Clark. Primary colors, just like we thought. Everyone will see you coming in that.”
“It’s not intimidating?” Clark wondered.
“No, Clark, not to the people you’ll be helping. To criminals, certainly,” Lex reassured him.
“Good. That’s a relief!”
Lex’s eyes were back at Clark’s chest. “Is that Alexander’s 'shield'?” he asked.
“No, Lex, it’s ours. Our shield. Our coat of arms. I remembered you telling me about heraldry, and asked the Fortress to design something combining my house’s symbol and Alexander’s 'shield'. This is what it produced. Then I realised the colors you talked about meant something to me as well, and I knew they just had to be in the costume. The red’s for our blankets and the Kryptonian sun. The yellow’s for Earth’s sun, the source of my powers. The blue’s for the sky that people will have to look up into, to see me, and for your eyes, Lex,” Clark finished, slightly out of breath.
Lex’s only response was to pull Clark’s head down and kiss him, slow and deep. When they parted, they were both out of breath.
“Clark, this costume does come off easily, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, Lex. I deliberately asked for that specific feature,” Clark smirked. Picking Lex up, he supersped them to their bedroom.
There were no patrols that night. Clark was otherwise engaged.
-end-
http://www.livejournal.com/community/sv_flashfiction/32012.html
My art muse seems to be missing, or it may just have fallen out with PSP. Which seems to need re-installing as it keeps claiming illegal operations. **smites**
Title: The Costume
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Length: 400 words
Rating: teens
Summary: Clark gets his costume. He needs Lex's opinion.
Disclaimer: None of these people are mine. Lex's first line is stolen from MARTHA in the "Lois and Clark" pilot ;)
Here, have an old manip:
http://www.btinternet.com/~lbeard/pictures/tom_supes3.png
The Costume
by Laura
The following morning, Clark kissed Lex goodbye, and flew off to the Arctic, to the Fortress. Hours later, in his new costume, he flew back to Metropolis, to Lex. Having entered the penthouse via the balcony, he now stood before Lex, awaiting his opinion.
Moving his eyes slowly up Clark’s body, at least a minute passed before Lex actually managed to reach Clark’s face.
“Well, Clark, no-one’s going to be looking at your face, that’s for sure,” Lex stated.
“Hey!” Clark laughed, pretending to be scandalised at Lex’s words. He sobered, and then continued, “That was kind of the point, Lex. I want to draw attention away from my face...”
Lex picked up Clark’s train of thought, and asked, “...And towards your admittedly magnificent chest and...crotch?”
“Well, yes! There’s no mask, so I need a ‘distraction’,” Clark replied.
“Distraction’s certainly the word,” Lex muttered. “I presume the Fortress made this?”
“Yes, Lex,” Clark said.
They were quiet for a few minutes, as Lex looked Clark up and down, again. Then, in a breathy voice, Lex said, “It’s beautiful, Clark. Primary colors, just like we thought. Everyone will see you coming in that.”
“It’s not intimidating?” Clark wondered.
“No, Clark, not to the people you’ll be helping. To criminals, certainly,” Lex reassured him.
“Good. That’s a relief!”
Lex’s eyes were back at Clark’s chest. “Is that Alexander’s 'shield'?” he asked.
“No, Lex, it’s ours. Our shield. Our coat of arms. I remembered you telling me about heraldry, and asked the Fortress to design something combining my house’s symbol and Alexander’s 'shield'. This is what it produced. Then I realised the colors you talked about meant something to me as well, and I knew they just had to be in the costume. The red’s for our blankets and the Kryptonian sun. The yellow’s for Earth’s sun, the source of my powers. The blue’s for the sky that people will have to look up into, to see me, and for your eyes, Lex,” Clark finished, slightly out of breath.
Lex’s only response was to pull Clark’s head down and kiss him, slow and deep. When they parted, they were both out of breath.
“Clark, this costume does come off easily, doesn’t it?”
“Oh, yes, Lex. I deliberately asked for that specific feature,” Clark smirked. Picking Lex up, he supersped them to their bedroom.
There were no patrols that night. Clark was otherwise engaged.
-end-