Clarky goodness

I was looking for something completely different and found this. So I'm inflicting!

"Lex..." The name slips out when Lex slides to his knees, graceful even in supplication. Fingers reach out for Clark's jeans, nimble digits easily undoing the buttons holding Clark in check

"Do you want me, Clark?" Hand ghosting over opened jeans, pressing lightly.

"Yes." Word a plea, hips moving of their own accord into Lex's touch. "Harder."

Lex smiles, hand obeying Clark and pressing harder, then pulling away.

Clark whimpers as the delicious pressure is removed, whimpers as his eyes drop to meet Lex's, bright blue shining. "please."

"You know I love it when you beg. Beg me, Clark. "

"please. oh god, please." Because he'll do anything to have that pressure back. Anything to have Lex's hands on him again.

"What will you give me, Clark?"

"anything. everything."

"Will you give me yourself, Clark?"

And the words stumble Clark for a moment. Because he gives Lex himself every time he touches him, every time he kisses him. He gave Lex everything when he walked into his house and told his parents that he was in love with Lex Luthor. Gave Lex everything when he denied his father to stay with Lex. He gives Lex everything every day, every second.

"Give me yourself, Clark. *Trust* me with yourself."

And then the words make sense.

Because he knows Lex shows him all that he is. Knows that Lex isn't afraid to let Clark see him, understand him. Knows that Lex trusts Clark with every bit of him, even the darkness.

Clark sinks to his knees. Green eyes meeting blue. Questions asked and answered.

"I love you. And I'm an alien."

And then the pressure is back. And Clark knows that everything is going to be just fine.

Clarky goodness

I was looking for something completely different and found this. So I'm inflicting!

"Lex..." The name slips out when Lex slides to his knees, graceful even in supplication. Fingers reach out for Clark's jeans, nimble digits easily undoing the buttons holding Clark in check

"Do you want me, Clark?" Hand ghosting over opened jeans, pressing lightly.

"Yes." Word a plea, hips moving of their own accord into Lex's touch. "Harder."

Lex smiles, hand obeying Clark and pressing harder, then pulling away.

Clark whimpers as the delicious pressure is removed, whimpers as his eyes drop to meet Lex's, bright blue shining. "please."

"You know I love it when you beg. Beg me, Clark. "

"please. oh god, please." Because he'll do anything to have that pressure back. Anything to have Lex's hands on him again.

"What will you give me, Clark?"

"anything. everything."

"Will you give me yourself, Clark?"

And the words stumble Clark for a moment. Because he gives Lex himself every time he touches him, every time he kisses him. He gave Lex everything when he walked into his house and told his parents that he was in love with Lex Luthor. Gave Lex everything when he denied his father to stay with Lex. He gives Lex everything every day, every second.

"Give me yourself, Clark. *Trust* me with yourself."

And then the words make sense.

Because he knows Lex shows him all that he is. Knows that Lex isn't afraid to let Clark see him, understand him. Knows that Lex trusts Clark with every bit of him, even the darkness.

Clark sinks to his knees. Green eyes meeting blue. Questions asked and answered.

"I love you. And I'm an alien."

And then the pressure is back. And Clark knows that everything is going to be just fine.

Dear gods, I wrote Pirates fic...

Started off as a drabble. And now it's not. Funny how things work out. It's still short though, so don't get excited. Unless you want to get excited. In which case, go for it. It's all good in the end :)

Pirates! Savvy?

She's going to lose him. She sees it in his eyes every time he talks about Jack. As much as he likes to deny it, Will Turner is every inch his father's son. He wasn't made for Port Royale. Wasn't made for the political intricacies that come with being the Governor's son-in-law. Wasn't made for the parties and the ceremonies. And wasn't made for the snide mutterings of the supposed higher classes who know of his background.

So, if Will Turner wasn't made for Port Royale, then surely there's only one place he *was* made for.

So it seems like fate that the Black Pearl is berthed in Tortuga. Has been for days. And her message should have reached there by now. A formal relinquishment of her claim, as laid down by the Code. So there's nothing to stop Jack from coming. And Jack *will* come. Because Jack Sparrow needs Will next to him as much as Will needs to be there.

So Jack will come. And the Pearl will sail into Port Royale like she had so few months ago. Only this time she won't be firing cannons, though the treasure she will surely carry away is just as precious.

And maybe the Interceptor will come, too. She's heard the stories. Heard of how Jack and Anamaria are working together much more easily now. There's safety in numbers, she supposes. Even for pirates. Especially for pirates nowadays. Commodore Norrington has cut a swath through the pirates haunting the waters around Port Royale. Although it's strange how the Pearl always manages to evade capture, even though the Commodore has had her in his sights more than once.

Yes, Jack will come, and Anamaria will come with him. Anamaria. Elizabeth smiles. Anamaria, with the smooth skin and the soft lips. The smile widens as she looks at the already packed bag under her dresser. Maybe Will won't be the only one leaving, after all.

Dear gods, I wrote Pirates fic...

Started off as a drabble. And now it's not. Funny how things work out. It's still short though, so don't get excited. Unless you want to get excited. In which case, go for it. It's all good in the end :)

Pirates! Savvy?

She's going to lose him. She sees it in his eyes every time he talks about Jack. As much as he likes to deny it, Will Turner is every inch his father's son. He wasn't made for Port Royale. Wasn't made for the political intricacies that come with being the Governor's son-in-law. Wasn't made for the parties and the ceremonies. And wasn't made for the snide mutterings of the supposed higher classes who know of his background.

So, if Will Turner wasn't made for Port Royale, then surely there's only one place he *was* made for.

So it seems like fate that the Black Pearl is berthed in Tortuga. Has been for days. And her message should have reached there by now. A formal relinquishment of her claim, as laid down by the Code. So there's nothing to stop Jack from coming. And Jack *will* come. Because Jack Sparrow needs Will next to him as much as Will needs to be there.

So Jack will come. And the Pearl will sail into Port Royale like she had so few months ago. Only this time she won't be firing cannons, though the treasure she will surely carry away is just as precious.

And maybe the Interceptor will come, too. She's heard the stories. Heard of how Jack and Anamaria are working together much more easily now. There's safety in numbers, she supposes. Even for pirates. Especially for pirates nowadays. Commodore Norrington has cut a swath through the pirates haunting the waters around Port Royale. Although it's strange how the Pearl always manages to evade capture, even though the Commodore has had her in his sights more than once.

Yes, Jack will come, and Anamaria will come with him. Anamaria. Elizabeth smiles. Anamaria, with the smooth skin and the soft lips. The smile widens as she looks at the already packed bag under her dresser. Maybe Will won't be the only one leaving, after all.