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A/N: This isn't really a work-in-progress. It's just a collection of Clark/ Lex drabbles that I'll play with and add to from time to time. Each drabble (exactly 100 words) will have its own chapter in the collection for ease of reading.

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Lex's cell always went off at the most inconvenient times.

He had such elegant manners and such an expressive face. Clark never doubted he meant every word of his graceful apologies as he'd pull away, smooth his features, his clothes. The bow of his spine, turning back even as he walked away, betrayed how he hated to go.

Yet he always obeyed Lionel's summonses, and Clark was starting to resent it. That phone was a leash, a manifestation of Lionel's power …

So Clark smiled softly at the straw clinging to the back of Lex's sweater – but never said a word.