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undermistletoe fic. It doesn't have a title yet and despite this section it will be a Clex fic in the end :)
Clark felt Lana’s eyes on him before he saw her. She loved to watch him work and often would sit in the barn for hours, chatting away while he worked on one of the tractors
Today was different.
She was quiet as she watched him work, her eyes following him around the barn as he fetched various tools.
It made him feel kind of nervous.
“Why do you spend so long out here?” She finally asked softly. “You could have all these jobs done in a few seconds if you wanted.”
He shrugged. “I find it kind of relaxing.”
As her small hand came to rest on his arm he almost flinched, hoping she didn’t notice as he continued to work.
“I could help you relax,” she purred in his ear.
Inwardly he sighed. They seemed to be having this conversation more and more frequently and it wasn’t as though anything had changed between them.
“Lana, you know we can’t. I’d hurt you, maybe something worse.”
“You could be careful, I know you could. We could take it slowly like you do when you’re out here.”
The sound of grinding metal screamed through the barn and Lana could only stare as she was presented with the mangled remains of Clark’s wrench.
“The tractor is a machine, Lana. It doesn’t matter if I make a mistake or lose my concentration. I’m not going to take a chance like that with you, I’m sorry.”
To further illustrate their differences he ran into town using all of his enhanced speed. He needed to buy a new wrench anyway.
This is for my
undermistletoe fic. It doesn't have a title yet and despite this section it will be a Clex fic in the end :)Clark felt Lana’s eyes on him before he saw her. She loved to watch him work and often would sit in the barn for hours, chatting away while he worked on one of the tractors
Today was different.
She was quiet as she watched him work, her eyes following him around the barn as he fetched various tools.
It made him feel kind of nervous.
“Why do you spend so long out here?” She finally asked softly. “You could have all these jobs done in a few seconds if you wanted.”
He shrugged. “I find it kind of relaxing.”
As her small hand came to rest on his arm he almost flinched, hoping she didn’t notice as he continued to work.
“I could help you relax,” she purred in his ear.
Inwardly he sighed. They seemed to be having this conversation more and more frequently and it wasn’t as though anything had changed between them.
“Lana, you know we can’t. I’d hurt you, maybe something worse.”
“You could be careful, I know you could. We could take it slowly like you do when you’re out here.”
The sound of grinding metal screamed through the barn and Lana could only stare as she was presented with the mangled remains of Clark’s wrench.
“The tractor is a machine, Lana. It doesn’t matter if I make a mistake or lose my concentration. I’m not going to take a chance like that with you, I’m sorry.”
To further illustrate their differences he ran into town using all of his enhanced speed. He needed to buy a new wrench anyway.