He felt her stiffen and her accepting body of moments before became non-responsive to his caress, so he in turn congealed thinking he had gone too far in his pursuit of the enchanting blonde woman. He kissed her rump gently and sighed, his warm breath disturbing the tiny follicles of her perfect skin.

Ewww. Congealed Michael.

One of the shadows was now trying to open the locked heavy doors, an impossible task to accomplish while wearing the thick gloves and mask. The man in the screen made a mistake and took off his gloves and Nikita and Michael watched in revulsion as his skin started to disintegrate. He next removed his gas mask and screamed in pain; the rest continue moving forward ignoring the agony the man was going through. Finally, Nikita recognized the man's face, lying on top of the camera, his skin being eaten by some unseen force. The pony-tailed man melted like the wicked witch of the west on the road to Emerald City and the Prince and his mistress silently watched, as the rest of the shadows did not seem to be faced with this horrible sight.

Umm...yeah.

Michael stood, grabbed Nikita by the arm and forced her to come close, his green eyes spewing fire and anger. “What is going on?” He whispered and then screamed, “SIT”.

Nikita was bewildered for she did not have time for any of Michael’s tizzy fits or royal commands, “Your Majesty, they know where we are, we need to go into the bunker, please”.

Dude, don't have a tizzy fit.

Congealed? What is he, an aspic? (Oh, dear. Don't answer that.)

He felt her stiffen and her accepting body of moments before became non-responsive to his caress,

It reads like spam....

It reads like spam....

Huh. Maybe that's where the kids are getting their sex-ed these days. Back in the day, we had to hear it in the schoolyard.

X-Men Movieverse, though.

Where's that? I shouldn't ask, but.

Livejournal. xmmficathon, I think.

Thanks.

I like that her skin has follicles, and that he can shoot fire out of his eyes.

I like that her skin has follicles, and that he can shoot fire out of his eyes.

So long as he's not setting fire to her follicles. Oh wait, that's probably coming in two chapters or so.

I have a question for the ficly-inclined parts of the hivemind. I seem to recall a Smallville fanfic set in ancient Sparta. Lex was a Spartan and Clark was a Helot. Has anyone else read this? I mentioned it to a friend who was interested and I told her I'd send her the url. But now I can't find it and I'm starting to wonder if I just hallucinated it when I went through my latest classical phase. If anyone could point me toward this story I'd really appreciate it.

I think I've read something of the sort, Calli. Um... it may have been something at the Historical Clex challenge. Certainly, there are similar things there.