Title: "Inappropriate"
Author: Mala
E-mail: malisita@yahoo.com
Fandom: "Smallville"
Rating/Classification: PG-13, Lex POV, CLex-ish, slash, angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own the character, blah bliddy blah.
Summary: A short tag to "Lineage".

You're slight and lean and when you turn sideways in the mirror you can see the sliding curve of your hipbones like snakes under the sand of your skin. You gleam pale from the crown of your skull to the soles of your bare feet and you wish he were here to catch the reflection.

He's the very antithesis of you. Golden tanned and long and husky. The only thing he gleams is innocence.

He's not a Luthor.

You knew...you knew he wasn't. All long.

Were fiercely glad and strangely bereft all at the same time.

Because, for a moment, you wished otherwise. Wished you could skate your hand down his arm, grasp his hand and whisper "brother" gleefully against his cheek. Knew you would much rather murmur "lover" against his mouth and cursed the petty luck of a place like Kansas that would make you want your own flesh and blood beneath you in your bed.

But he's not your own.

There is no inappropriate involvement.

There is no "involvement" at all.

Because he's the very antithesis of you.

He's not a Luthor.

That's why you must be so ridiculously infatuated. So irrefutably in love with him.

And you wish he were here to catch the reflection.



November 7, 2002.

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