PMD
25th July 2006, 09:03
Title: For Esther - "She"
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13
Category: Chlex, Lex's POV, FUturefic, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game in Smallville.
Summary: She is the meaning to his life.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, and the song lyrics to She, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece, so don't sue me.
Archive: At BAFsFF, BT2, Electricchlex, N.S. Forums, and Smallville_Past_Perfect. Anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: This is for Esther---a tiny downpayment for all the inspiration she has done with pictures for me---and the constant support, in my writings. Enjoy.
For Esther - "She" - by PMD
~
Dinner Party -
I stare at the people around me, bored out of my head. I hate this---hate the fact that I have to surround myself with falseness and untruths---in order to survive in the big world of business---or at least at this level.
I would rather be somewhere else, with somebody wrapped around my body and soul---in bed preferably but it wouldn't matter. Just to have her near me---to save me from myself and this party, is all I need.
I hear a gasp from someone nearby and I look towards the door. There she is.
Her gown is royal purple, a jeweled tone, fit for a queen. It is strapless and the full skirt swishes as she walks into the room, nodding at the people as she goes by.
All the women are jealous----all the men, envious of me at the moment. She gives me a smirk, knowing how she is affecting people and loving it.
For so many years she lived in the shadow of a certain brunette. Oh, Lana didn't mean to do this to her---it was like she was affected by the meteors and guys fell at her feet. She thought I had fallen for Lana too but the night we first made love, I told her differently.
She made me go to Lana and Clark and tell them the truth---I did it willingly, thinking, she's the one with the power over me, maybe she was a meteor freak. She laughed at my words when I told her that---saying that the only power she had over me was love.
She stands before me now---her smirk turning into a smile.
"I win the bet---pay up!"
I smirk at her now and then smile, leaning into her ear and whispering, "Sure you don't want to go upstairs instead?"
I feel her shiver and grin. I have the power of love over her too. Then I back away and she leans up, kissing me softly on the cheek and then leaning towards my ear.
"Do this and I'll be yours forever."
I gasp at the words and watch her back away. Oh, right now, the only thing I want to do is make love to her, in front of all these people. But instead:
"All right, I'll do it. After all, I pay my debts and---"
"And?"
I don't answer her. Instead:
"Well, I may as well get it over and done with humiliating myself."
She gives me a soft smile. "You have a great voice, Lex."
"Right---that's why I'm a singer, not a business man."
She leans back up. "You do this and I'll do anything your heart desires tonight," she softly growls.
She backs away. "Anything?" I growl back.
"Short of doing something evil, yes."
I chuckle at that and lead her to the piano. All watch as we sit on the bench and I start to play and sing:
"She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the prize I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the children autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell....
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to leap from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore kind of life
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and your tears
And make them all my souvenirs
And when she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She....She
Oh, she...."
As I fade out, I hear a sigh from her and look at her.
"I love you, Chloe."
"I know---you just proved it. I know how private your singing prowess is and how vulnerable you feel when you do it----I love you too, Lex."
"Good, because I would hate that third the charm in marriage didn't work."
She slaps my arm and we are lost once again in a sweet kiss, not caring if they clapped or not---or that anybody else is in the room. For she is the meaning to my life, as much as the he in me is to her.
The End.
Author: PMD
e-mail: mary.davidson@sympatico.ca
Rating: PG-13
Category: Chlex, Lex's POV, FUturefic, AU
Spoilers: Anything is fair game in Smallville.
Summary: She is the meaning to his life.
Disclaimer: To whomever owns Smallville, its characters, and the song lyrics to She, I'm just borrowing them, will give them back, not making any money with their use in this piece, so don't sue me.
Archive: At BAFsFF, BT2, Electricchlex, N.S. Forums, and Smallville_Past_Perfect. Anybody else wants it, all they have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes I would love feedback.
Author Notes: This is for Esther---a tiny downpayment for all the inspiration she has done with pictures for me---and the constant support, in my writings. Enjoy.
For Esther - "She" - by PMD
~
Dinner Party -
I stare at the people around me, bored out of my head. I hate this---hate the fact that I have to surround myself with falseness and untruths---in order to survive in the big world of business---or at least at this level.
I would rather be somewhere else, with somebody wrapped around my body and soul---in bed preferably but it wouldn't matter. Just to have her near me---to save me from myself and this party, is all I need.
I hear a gasp from someone nearby and I look towards the door. There she is.
Her gown is royal purple, a jeweled tone, fit for a queen. It is strapless and the full skirt swishes as she walks into the room, nodding at the people as she goes by.
All the women are jealous----all the men, envious of me at the moment. She gives me a smirk, knowing how she is affecting people and loving it.
For so many years she lived in the shadow of a certain brunette. Oh, Lana didn't mean to do this to her---it was like she was affected by the meteors and guys fell at her feet. She thought I had fallen for Lana too but the night we first made love, I told her differently.
She made me go to Lana and Clark and tell them the truth---I did it willingly, thinking, she's the one with the power over me, maybe she was a meteor freak. She laughed at my words when I told her that---saying that the only power she had over me was love.
She stands before me now---her smirk turning into a smile.
"I win the bet---pay up!"
I smirk at her now and then smile, leaning into her ear and whispering, "Sure you don't want to go upstairs instead?"
I feel her shiver and grin. I have the power of love over her too. Then I back away and she leans up, kissing me softly on the cheek and then leaning towards my ear.
"Do this and I'll be yours forever."
I gasp at the words and watch her back away. Oh, right now, the only thing I want to do is make love to her, in front of all these people. But instead:
"All right, I'll do it. After all, I pay my debts and---"
"And?"
I don't answer her. Instead:
"Well, I may as well get it over and done with humiliating myself."
She gives me a soft smile. "You have a great voice, Lex."
"Right---that's why I'm a singer, not a business man."
She leans back up. "You do this and I'll do anything your heart desires tonight," she softly growls.
She backs away. "Anything?" I growl back.
"Short of doing something evil, yes."
I chuckle at that and lead her to the piano. All watch as we sit on the bench and I start to play and sing:
"She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
Maybe my treasure or the prize I have to pay
She may be the song that summer sings
Maybe the children autumn brings
Maybe a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She may be the beauty or the beast
Maybe the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a Heaven or a Hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
A smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell....
She, who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She maybe the love that cannot hope to last
May come to leap from shadows in the past
That I remember 'till the day I die
She maybe the reason I survive
The why and wherefore kind of life
The one I care for through the rough and ready years
Me, I'll take the laughter and your tears
And make them all my souvenirs
And when she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is
She....She
Oh, she...."
As I fade out, I hear a sigh from her and look at her.
"I love you, Chloe."
"I know---you just proved it. I know how private your singing prowess is and how vulnerable you feel when you do it----I love you too, Lex."
"Good, because I would hate that third the charm in marriage didn't work."
She slaps my arm and we are lost once again in a sweet kiss, not caring if they clapped or not---or that anybody else is in the room. For she is the meaning to my life, as much as the he in me is to her.
The End.