Thoughtless, Thoughtful (Smallville; CLex; G/K; #433: Thoughtless or Thoughtful)

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Title: Thoughtless, Thoughtful
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Smallville
Character/Pairing: CLex (Clark/Lex)
Rating: G/K
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #433: Thoughtless or Thoughtful?
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 500
Date Written: 31 January 2017
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.



Lex enters his building with the usual suave grace to his step. He walks calmly through the empty corridors, taking his time to mentally check his plan once again to make certain everything is set precisely to make tonight perfect.

The sounds of the elevator's doors sliding open echo in the still building. His memos must have been received, and his little worker ants scurried home and out from beneath him. The doors are locked. There's only one thing left to do before his evening can begin.

But then, as he reaches his own door, Lex is reminded of one last nuisance. He pauses, his hand on his knob, and clears his throat. Out of the corner of his vision, he sees his secretary sitting demurely behind her desk, her lips moving as she mutters words of protest she believes are kept to herself. Lex's own lips lift in a grin as he considers all the names she's most likely called him since he conducted business as usual this Saturday morning. "Miss Rosemary, I thought you would have taken your leave by now."

"Mister Luthor -- "

"Was my memo not clear?"

His secretary stills; Lex can practically hear her heart hammering over the distance still separating them. Everybody knows her boss is the most thoughtless man in the country. He doesn't care that Valentine's Day is today, or that it's the last holiday she'll spend with her boyfriend before he ships out. He never cares what other plans anybody has unless they're being used to make him another dollar. "Yesterday, you said -- "

"What did my memo say this morning, Miss Rosemary? Every one was to be off at ten this morning. It's eleven. What are you still doing here?"

"I'm gone, sir," his secretary squeaks, grabbing her purse and quickly signing off of her computer.

"Very well. You'll need this." He turns and tosses a single, gold key onto the desk. It will let her out of the building so that he doesn't have to escort her himself. Besides, he's got a plethora of keys at home, and time is of the essence.

"Yes, sir." She grabs the key, and Lex grins as she all but runs from the office.

He opens the door, locks it behind him, and continues on inside his own office. The sunlight streaming through the windows provides sufficient lighting as he sets a long, white box down on his desk and removes his tie. He lifts the box, opens it, and inhales the aroma of the twenty four fresh roses he picked up himself. Then, with the box still cradled in his arms, he walks over and opens his window.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mister Luthor," he says as a streak of red, white, and blue enters.

Clark beams at the rainbow of roses. There's one of every color, and one for every valentine they've spent together. "Happy Valentine's Day, darling," he answers, embracing his husband and knowing he's got one of the most thoughtful lovers in the world.

The End