He was surprised when he felt Lex's mouth on his neck instead of somewhere more conventional, like his face; but apparently nowhere near as surprised as Lex was when magically sharpened teeth couldn't break the skin.
They both pulled back, confused.
"You can't hurt me, Lex. I'm an invincible alien."
Lex just nodded.
"Well, unless you've got a stock of green meteor rock handy. It helps, with the hurting me. But otherwise…" Clark trailed off, aware that he was babbling.
"Where shall we start?"
"With what?" Clark was still confused, so he wrapped his arms around Lex. That was nice and simple, even if his lover's body was cooler than he would expect.
"Taking over the world. We've a destiny to forge out together, you know."
"Oh. Okay."
Lex laughed, a quiet sound that had always carried menace, and kissed Clark.
It was simple. Clark knew that, and so he abandoned though in favour of feeling.
Lex knew it, and left planning until the morning, when they'd have hours in which he would hide from the sun, sleeping and plotting.
He also knew that it was going to be fun.
Whoa. More now.
I've just posted all I've got so far, deb. And you're one quick reader.
Holy CRAP, Am. I have never watched one episode of Smallvlle, and I love this.
He'd just missed Clark. Lex swore for the first time in his unlife.
SuhNERK.
I have never watched one episode of Smallvlle, and I love this.
I've seen
counts on fingers of one hand
not very many episodes, so I don't think having seen the show is exactly needed here.
I'm glad you like it. Writing it made me giggle.
Wow. That's really good, Am. I love the idea of Vamp!Lex.
American Idiom Nitpick:
I… I thought I fancied her.
"Fancied" is britspeak. An American teenage boy would say "liked" or "had a crush on" or "had a thing for" or "was into."
Yup - what Lyra said. "fancied" is UK-specific.
I missed that, first time around, with the giggling.
Sunday 100 du jour.:
Title: Magic is...
Challenge: Magic
Rating: PG
Pairing: W/T
Magic was her mother's hands healing a bloody knee with a chant and an herbal poultice, setting a fairy light to frighten away the monster in the closet.
Magic was her father, red-faced, calling her mother a goddamn witch, shoving her down the stairs.
Magic was a book on vengeance spells hidden behind her dresser in high school, fondling the pages, promising herself she'd only use it if she couldn't get out.
Magic was Willow, softness and warmth, red hair and scent of patchouli.
Magic was Willow, danger and power crackling around her.
Magic, Tara knew, was danger, life, love.
Oh, that's
lovely
Lyra Jane. Really lovely.
Liking the SV/BtVS - made me giggle quite a few times. Deb, in all seriousness you should try SV fanfic. There's
so
much good stuff out there, and you don't need to watch the show. It helps, certainly, but it's not neccesary.
Anyway, um - this is very much not ME-verse, but I've written some
Good Omens
fic. Just a wee snippet. Where would be a good place to post it? 'Cause I could do with input.
