Kissing In A Tree 2.9
Oh, I have way too much fun with this.
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The gauntlet had been thrown down.
He, Lex Luthor, had been kissed!
Now this should not bother him so much as to distraction. There had been a few boys and girls before that had kissed him, to his chagrin. But none of those felt like the one that had been afforded to his cheek. He really didn’t have any emotions for those before that had tried.
But Clark kisses were in a category of their own.
So Lex was left to let his mind scramble for the best plans of attack, ah, making a move, while he tutored Clark on spelling and English.
Never let them see you sweat.
“Remember the vowels rule, Clark?”
“But I brought towels!”
And Clark tried to lean in again, but this time Lex wasn’t fooled.
“I before e except after c.”
“Okie dokie.”
Clark was fairly diligent after Lex put his patent leather shoe down.
When they were done, Clark showed him his mini telescope that Mr. Kent had gotten him.
“I like the stars. There are so many.” Clark said shyly.
“Me too.”
“Daddy ‘an me look at them. He tells me stories ‘bout them.”
“Greek myths are cool.”
“Do you ‘an your daddy look at stars?”
Lex looked out of the telescope into the fresh night air. It was so much quieter here than in Metropolis, without the flashy lights or skyscrapers to make him feel so much smaller. The stars were fully displayed in their radiance in the cloudless night.
“No. He wanted me to be one.” Lex snorted.
“Be one?”
“Yeah.”
“That sounds fun!”
“It’s more boring than you’d think.” But the blue water bottles and free candy were a perk.
“You could be a star, I’ll bet my Strong Jones Action man figure on it!”
“I really have to get you some Warrior Angel.”
They looked out for a few more minutes.
The air was so calm he felt lulled.
“Can I be a star, too? With you?” Clark asked suddenly.
“Sure.”
He didn’t mind Clark’s arms just then.
Shine just for me.
~~~
Dinner was wonderful. Martha’s cooking skills were not to be taken lightly.
“I’m smarterer than ever. Lex said so.” Clark bragged.
Lex’s stomach was about to stage a revolt from overindulgence.
Mr. Kent was at the head of the table, his fork rhythmically going from his plate to his mouth in a slow, methodical way. He was colored in his cheeks, as if he was agitated about something. Lex had the strangest guess that it had to do with him.
“So, your parents head Luthorcorp?” Martha was intelligent.
“My mother does now, actually. She sued the pants off of dad in divorce court and won.”
“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry.”
Jonathan grinned.
He and the man both said it at the same time.
“I’m not.”
Maybe they would get along, after all.
“We won’t ‘vorse ever, Lex. I promise.”
“What did you say?” Jonathan had a nervous tick in his left eye.
“Clark was talking about verses we learned in class.” Lex covered.
He felt rather naughty for not telling the truth.
“Lex is the best! Better than the rest! He scores A pluses on every test, and he’s the cutest!” Clark blurted and held his hand under the table. Lex’s left handedness came in handy for once as he could continue eating normally.
“That was a verse in school?” The man wasn’t that gullible.
“It should be!”
"Did you hear about the latest developments in organic fertilizer?" Lex felt the heat as he tried to steer the conversation.
But Clark’s mash potato encrusted hand was too comfortable to let go.
~~~
They finally had to say their goodbyes.
“Thank you Clark, for having me over.” Lex said on the porch as the driver started down the long driveway towards them.
“Bye bye.”
He could tell Clark didn’t want him to go.
Why did that make him so happy?
“I’ll see you Monday.”
“Too long.” Clark pouted.
Lex sneaked a glance to see if the Kents were watching.
Here’s something to remember me by.
His heart beat so fast.
Lex aimed as best he could.
Clark’s lips tasted like heaven and blueberry pie.
~~~
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The gauntlet had been thrown down.
He, Lex Luthor, had been kissed!
Now this should not bother him so much as to distraction. There had been a few boys and girls before that had kissed him, to his chagrin. But none of those felt like the one that had been afforded to his cheek. He really didn’t have any emotions for those before that had tried.
But Clark kisses were in a category of their own.
So Lex was left to let his mind scramble for the best plans of attack, ah, making a move, while he tutored Clark on spelling and English.
Never let them see you sweat.
“Remember the vowels rule, Clark?”
“But I brought towels!”
And Clark tried to lean in again, but this time Lex wasn’t fooled.
“I before e except after c.”
“Okie dokie.”
Clark was fairly diligent after Lex put his patent leather shoe down.
When they were done, Clark showed him his mini telescope that Mr. Kent had gotten him.
“I like the stars. There are so many.” Clark said shyly.
“Me too.”
“Daddy ‘an me look at them. He tells me stories ‘bout them.”
“Greek myths are cool.”
“Do you ‘an your daddy look at stars?”
Lex looked out of the telescope into the fresh night air. It was so much quieter here than in Metropolis, without the flashy lights or skyscrapers to make him feel so much smaller. The stars were fully displayed in their radiance in the cloudless night.
“No. He wanted me to be one.” Lex snorted.
“Be one?”
“Yeah.”
“That sounds fun!”
“It’s more boring than you’d think.” But the blue water bottles and free candy were a perk.
“You could be a star, I’ll bet my Strong Jones Action man figure on it!”
“I really have to get you some Warrior Angel.”
They looked out for a few more minutes.
The air was so calm he felt lulled.
“Can I be a star, too? With you?” Clark asked suddenly.
“Sure.”
He didn’t mind Clark’s arms just then.
Shine just for me.
~~~
Dinner was wonderful. Martha’s cooking skills were not to be taken lightly.
“I’m smarterer than ever. Lex said so.” Clark bragged.
Lex’s stomach was about to stage a revolt from overindulgence.
Mr. Kent was at the head of the table, his fork rhythmically going from his plate to his mouth in a slow, methodical way. He was colored in his cheeks, as if he was agitated about something. Lex had the strangest guess that it had to do with him.
“So, your parents head Luthorcorp?” Martha was intelligent.
“My mother does now, actually. She sued the pants off of dad in divorce court and won.”
“Oh, dear. I’m so sorry.”
Jonathan grinned.
He and the man both said it at the same time.
“I’m not.”
Maybe they would get along, after all.
“We won’t ‘vorse ever, Lex. I promise.”
“What did you say?” Jonathan had a nervous tick in his left eye.
“Clark was talking about verses we learned in class.” Lex covered.
He felt rather naughty for not telling the truth.
“Lex is the best! Better than the rest! He scores A pluses on every test, and he’s the cutest!” Clark blurted and held his hand under the table. Lex’s left handedness came in handy for once as he could continue eating normally.
“That was a verse in school?” The man wasn’t that gullible.
“It should be!”
"Did you hear about the latest developments in organic fertilizer?" Lex felt the heat as he tried to steer the conversation.
But Clark’s mash potato encrusted hand was too comfortable to let go.
~~~
They finally had to say their goodbyes.
“Thank you Clark, for having me over.” Lex said on the porch as the driver started down the long driveway towards them.
“Bye bye.”
He could tell Clark didn’t want him to go.
Why did that make him so happy?
“I’ll see you Monday.”
“Too long.” Clark pouted.
Lex sneaked a glance to see if the Kents were watching.
Here’s something to remember me by.
His heart beat so fast.
Lex aimed as best he could.
Clark’s lips tasted like heaven and blueberry pie.
~~~