Victor? Um, you do know we have a Buffista Fic thread? And that this one is for fic discussion?

Not to stomp on your toes or anything.

Although, Bwah!

Thanks, Consuela. All moved to the proper place. (Just wasn't thinking.)

New chapter of the Ares and Aphrodite story.

Michael Samuelle picked up a copy of Homer's ‘Illiad’* as Nikita wallowed in the promise of creating durable memories with the man she had traveled through time with. However, Michael was more interested in reading about Ares’ ‘bad publicity' than playing ‘nail the goddess’ with his lovely wife. So as Michael’s preoccupied hands wondered the length and breath of the woman’s pliant form, he read in a hush to her.

"…drove the sword against the lower part of Ares' belly wounding the god and tearing his fair flesh, Ares let forth a yell as loud as the war-cry of nine thousand battling men. The Achaeans and Trojans quaked with terror at that appalling cry and like the column of black air that issues from the clouds when a tornado springs up after heat, the Brazen War-god whirled up to heaven in a welter of haze."

The asterisk after "The Iliad" is linked to a footnote that reads:

* I am paraphrasing.

And, for the non-French speaking among us, there are also helpful translations:

Michael smiled a knowing smile for this was the catharsis. “Kita, do you want to go to the sofa? Perhaps it is time to start to right those wrongs you talked about. We need to get snared by your husband’s net and taken in front of the Olympian gods.”

And hand in hand the couple walked over to the sofa where their story had started to unfold and history was about to repeat itself… the components of love and appropriate sexual fantasies and accomplishments were about to be merged by the authors and perhaps the dernier chapitre (last chapter) rewritten by the authors or perhaps here was the first happily ever after.

I'm just ...

It's ...

I have no response for this.

I have no response for this.

Does the smugness come through? Because, for me, that's the worst part.

I did feel condescension from it.

Hee. And from the Smallville side of the spectrum:

Clark was my cock's own personal Dr. Frankenstein.

"nail the goddess"?

When Book Porn Goes Bad.

Edit: As for the SV, well... I wrote Vamp!Lex, but Frankenstein'sMonster!Cocko'Lex (I assume it is Lex. Please let it be Lex.) is... terrible.

Even Zombie!Cocko'Lex might be better.

BTW, Dana -- this morning it was demanded of me that I produce a drabble for the You-Know-What. Therefore, insent.