Lex lay on his side, staring at the glowing red numbers of the alarm clock on the night table as they changed to midnight. The bed dipped behind Lex and a warm body curled around his. “Clark…”
“Shh.” Clark’s arm slid over his waist and a soft kiss was brushed against the back of his head. Lex clasped Clark’s left hand over his heart, nestling into Clark’s embrace. He blinked away the sting in his eyes.
“I miss you,” Lex whispered into the dark. He rolled over and laid his hand on the vacant pillow beside his in the bed.
The FFL Ficathon
*sniff*
*runs away crying*
xoxo,
Monica
Awww third week and still no making up in sight
*wails*
Was so good but damn it now I need flufffffffffffff
annakas
I know that it takes two to make a fight but, boy do I want to shake some sense into Clark right now. Where does this fall in the timeline? Is Clark still messed up emotionally from losing their baby and not dealing emotionally? I can understand his getting mad at Lex and taking off. What I can't see is his being able to stay away, especially from PJ and Sam. Something more seems like it's going on.
*hugs Lex*