I cast for comfort I can no more get

by Ruedifference


Audienced by the fabulous brooding_soul, dedicated to canadiian.


Chloe was still grateful that the best man/honorary father of the bride had talked Lana out of making the maid of honor's dress pink. It was most likely the throwaway comment about Jessica Simpson's wedding that had cinched it.

"Please tell me that I missed the chicken dance." Lex commented as he sat in the chair next to her.

"I'm sorry to inform you that it's up next." Chloe grinned. Both of them looked out at the dance floor. Clark and Lana had turned out to be surprisingly good at waltzing, much to Pete's amusement. Clark sighed down into Lana's hair, and Lana looked happy, something that had become an almost rarity on her face.

Chloe glanced at Lex to find him tearing his napkin into little pieces, seemingly without realizing that he was doing it. "I feel like getting some fresh air, you interested?" With a small sigh Lex nodded and stood up. The two walked to a small gazebo located at the back of the manor.

"Feel free to tell me that it is none of my business but when did you realize-"

"That Clark was never going to look at me as anything other that an overcaffienated friend? When he told me he loved me." Lex made a facial gesture that was half a smirk and half a frown. "It was our sophmore year at MetU. I had thought that maybe since Clark and I were in all the same journalism classes together without Lana that he might, I don't know, realize I exsisted."

"What happened?" Lex asked, his expression softening.

"I think I finally understood that he actually loved her. It wasn't just a crush or some adolescent fascination. He lived and breathed for her."

"When did he tell you that he loved you?" Lex asked, slowly making his way over to stand next to Chloe.

"We were at the movies, I can't even remember what we saw. We were debating over the representation of women in science fiction while wrestling over the last of the popcorn. Then, he said it. Out of nowhere."

"And?"

Chloe shrugged. "And it didn't make me feel like I thought it would. I told him I loved him back, and then I grabbed the snacks away." Lex reached over and brushed the hair out from in front of Chloe's eyes. "When did you?" Lex froze, his hand on the side of her face.

"What?" He asked in little more than a whisper.

"You know what I'm asking." He dropped his hand and slowly sat down on the ground.

"I don't want to talk about this Chloe. Not today and not with you." Chloe sat in front of him and tried to take his hand.

"Lex, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" He shrugged at her apology.

"I realized a long time ago that whatever my feelings were for Clark, that his, though genuine, were not the same. I've accepted that. He is the truest friend I will ever have. I would not trade that for anything." Lex leaned forward and brushed his lips against Chloe's cheek.

"Guys, are you out here?" Pete said, walking up to the gazebo, his eyes widening as he took in the two of them leaning towards each other and the rumpled state of Chloe's dress. "Um, sorry to bother you but they're about to throw the bouquet."

"We'll be right there Pete." Chloe hid her grin at her friend's embarrassment as Pete hurried back to the reception. Lex stood and held out a hand to help Chloe up.

"Shall we?" Lex asked. They walked back in just in time to see Jodie catch the pale yellow roses and to hear Clark teasing Pete. Lex did not let go of Chloe's hand, and when Clark and Lana drove off in one of Lex's limousines, he murmured in Chloe's ear, "I need some caffeine after all this excitement. You interested?" Chloe smiled so wide that her face ached, and for the first time since Clark announced his engagement, Lex actually felt like smiling back.



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