Hotter Than Cinnamon (Smallville; CLex, Chloe; #395: Down To My Last; PG/K+)

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Title: Hotter Than Cinnamon
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex), Chloe
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #395: Down To My Last
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 15 April, 2016
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.




He shouldn't have come here, Clark knows. He shouldn't have come here, but he had to come meet Chloe. This was the place she designated for their meeting. He needs to discuss the locations for their future meetings with her and try to make her understand his stance without revealing too much of his weaknesses.

She's gone to the bathroom, leaving him alone and all too aware of the temptation that is all around them. The coffee doesn't bother him. He doesn't care for cappuccinos and likes his father's plain, black coffee just fine -- at least, he does once he's added a little cream and sugar to it. A tray passes, and Clark's nose sniffs hungrily.

He shakes himself, reminding himself again that he doesn't need this temptation and doesn't have to adhere to it. He can't, even if he wanted to. He's down to his last dollar and already has to pay for the small cappuccino Chloe ordered. Still, when another waitress passes by, Clark's head turns, and his yes zero in on the prize.

He gulps, licks his lips, and adverts his eyes -- right to the glass counter that stands beside the register where Lana's checking out somebody. His blue eyes widen. He licks his lips again. The ache inside of him gnaws deeper.

"So what's the plan?"

"Plan? What plan?"

"The plan to catch the bad guy, Clark, of course. Duh. What planet -- Oh. Never mind."

"Chloe!" Clark looks sharply at his best friend who just giggles and shrugs. Then his eyes are drawn again to another passing tray. "I've gotta go. Here. Let me pay for your coffee -- " He stops as he actually looks into his wallet.

Slowly, tenderly, almost as though what he's grasping might vanish before he can make use of it, Clark withdraws not one but two twenties. He looks at the money with wide eyes, and then, slowly, he grins. He jumps from the table and flashes to the counter.

Chloe never sees him return, but she does see what he dropped off for her: a glistening cinnamon bun with fresh, hot, cream cheese icing. She licks her own lips this time, grabs a fork, and takes a bite. She chews slowly, savoring each nibble, her eyes drifting shut. "Thank you, Lex Luthor," she whispers, knowing full well who slipped the money into her best friend's wallet and who will thank him for his own cinnamon roll with a kiss every bit as sweet and hot as the pastry.

She licks her lips again. She's never been more thankful for her friend's happiness than she is right now. She smiles as she imagines the boys and takes another bite, wondering how fast Clark can make it to Lex's estate. Clark does make it in record time, but not before he drops off two more cinnamon rolls for his parents at the farm, and true to Chloe's imaginings, he does meet his boyfriend with a kiss hot enough to sizzle the icing right off their buns.

The End