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roxyWork was the suck, just as I knew it would be. Gosh, I feel like, I don't know, like TW an MR had sex on screen and I was the only one in the world who didn't see it...sigh.
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betrues really adorable manip with nekky Lex and Clark made me smile. You should take a look, it's cute!
I thought I'd post a wee bit from The Story That's Stabbing My Soul, geez, stalled on that and my Smallville Fairy Tale challenge thingy.
all I can do is listen to Foxy Brown and try to push myself into happy mode.Foxy always makes me laugh, she's so cute!
So, a bit more for you, and for those of you who are wondering, smut boat's a-coming , soon...
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Bruce drove in silence for what had to be one of the longest car rides Lex had ever taken. He spent most of it with his eyes closed, leaning against the window and wondering when he’d be able to duck Bruce and find some fun. Everyplace had a spot, some place where fun could be had, please god.
They were getting close to this Smallville, Smallhell, whatever and yes, there was the sign, with its Twilight-Zone-ish overtones.
Meteor Capital?
What the hell was that supposed to mean. Jesus. Someone had a god-awful sense of humor. He snorted and Bruce turned slightly toward him.
“ Glad to see you’re finally not pretending to be asleep. We’re going to visit your factory first.”
Lex rolled his eyes, fuck you my factory, and slumped a little lower in the seat—prayed for strength. The last thing he wanted to do was run that place, but his Dad thought it was a great idea, and for once Bruce and his dad agreed. It was horrible how much they’d bonded over his latest stupidity.
“Lex. It’s time for a little responsibility.” Bruce frowned. “You know, that night-- the party,” Bruce paused significantly and Lex knew that particular screw-up would be remembered forever in everyone’s mind as That Night and groaned silently.
“If someone there hadn’t gotten worried enough to contact me, Lex, you’d probably be dead now,” he stated flatly. “At least you were smart enough to have my card on you.” He stared ahead and settled into silence again. Lex watched the country side slide by and tried to empty his mind of all thoughts, especially the desire to strangle Bruce. At least until he wasn’t driving.
The tour of the factory had been pretty much as he expected, just the pretty parts and a quick run-down on procedures boiled down for an idiot. It was plain he was expected to be a figurehead, and that was more than fine with him. Let them run the day to day business, he was far from interested in this –this—crap factory.
Bruce continued to annoy the living hell out of him by being interested in every aspect of the place and extending his descent into hell with every question, the dick. Even this Gabe guy was beginning to sweat and look nervous. Finally Bruce let the poor guy go, and he could get out of this place, though not without a stack of information he was supposed to go through. Well fine, it would give Bruce something to do.
The drive to the Ancestral Home was filled with weighty silence, which meant that he could expect further lectures from Bruce.He wasn’t speaking now, thank god and the silence was nearly comfortable so Lex did nothing to break it. They were driving up to a bridge, and Bruce pulled out a bit, considered passing a truck ahead of them. He shrugged and dropped back, and let the truck over the bridge first. He dropped back a bit more and was turning to Lex to ask a question, when a shout of “Look out!” broke the silence first; Bruce looked up to see a bale of wire headed their way. He snapped the wheel hard to the right, the tires screamed across the asphalt, and they just managed to miss the wire spinning towards them. The truck continued on, the driver unaware it seemed, that he’d lost part of his load.
The two sat, stunned and shocked, the car was nose first in a ditch, and they hung forward in their restraints. Lex’s first coherent thought was, bastards the air bags should have deployed; he was barely aware that someone was pounding on the window, and when he did look to his side, for a flash all he saw, all he *could* see, were green eyes staring into his.
It was a moment he knew he’d never forget—looking into those eyes, he felt as though he were flying.
TBC, unless I run away to join the circus first. What, it could happen...
Though I have to say,
betrues really adorable manip with nekky Lex and Clark made me smile. You should take a look, it's cute!I thought I'd post a wee bit from The Story That's Stabbing My Soul, geez, stalled on that and my Smallville Fairy Tale challenge thingy.
all I can do is listen to Foxy Brown and try to push myself into happy mode.Foxy always makes me laugh, she's so cute!
So, a bit more for you, and for those of you who are wondering, smut boat's a-coming , soon...
****************
Bruce drove in silence for what had to be one of the longest car rides Lex had ever taken. He spent most of it with his eyes closed, leaning against the window and wondering when he’d be able to duck Bruce and find some fun. Everyplace had a spot, some place where fun could be had, please god.
They were getting close to this Smallville, Smallhell, whatever and yes, there was the sign, with its Twilight-Zone-ish overtones.
Meteor Capital?
What the hell was that supposed to mean. Jesus. Someone had a god-awful sense of humor. He snorted and Bruce turned slightly toward him.
“ Glad to see you’re finally not pretending to be asleep. We’re going to visit your factory first.”
Lex rolled his eyes, fuck you my factory, and slumped a little lower in the seat—prayed for strength. The last thing he wanted to do was run that place, but his Dad thought it was a great idea, and for once Bruce and his dad agreed. It was horrible how much they’d bonded over his latest stupidity.
“Lex. It’s time for a little responsibility.” Bruce frowned. “You know, that night-- the party,” Bruce paused significantly and Lex knew that particular screw-up would be remembered forever in everyone’s mind as That Night and groaned silently.
“If someone there hadn’t gotten worried enough to contact me, Lex, you’d probably be dead now,” he stated flatly. “At least you were smart enough to have my card on you.” He stared ahead and settled into silence again. Lex watched the country side slide by and tried to empty his mind of all thoughts, especially the desire to strangle Bruce. At least until he wasn’t driving.
The tour of the factory had been pretty much as he expected, just the pretty parts and a quick run-down on procedures boiled down for an idiot. It was plain he was expected to be a figurehead, and that was more than fine with him. Let them run the day to day business, he was far from interested in this –this—crap factory.
Bruce continued to annoy the living hell out of him by being interested in every aspect of the place and extending his descent into hell with every question, the dick. Even this Gabe guy was beginning to sweat and look nervous. Finally Bruce let the poor guy go, and he could get out of this place, though not without a stack of information he was supposed to go through. Well fine, it would give Bruce something to do.
The drive to the Ancestral Home was filled with weighty silence, which meant that he could expect further lectures from Bruce.He wasn’t speaking now, thank god and the silence was nearly comfortable so Lex did nothing to break it. They were driving up to a bridge, and Bruce pulled out a bit, considered passing a truck ahead of them. He shrugged and dropped back, and let the truck over the bridge first. He dropped back a bit more and was turning to Lex to ask a question, when a shout of “Look out!” broke the silence first; Bruce looked up to see a bale of wire headed their way. He snapped the wheel hard to the right, the tires screamed across the asphalt, and they just managed to miss the wire spinning towards them. The truck continued on, the driver unaware it seemed, that he’d lost part of his load.
The two sat, stunned and shocked, the car was nose first in a ditch, and they hung forward in their restraints. Lex’s first coherent thought was, bastards the air bags should have deployed; he was barely aware that someone was pounding on the window, and when he did look to his side, for a flash all he saw, all he *could* see, were green eyes staring into his.
It was a moment he knew he’d never forget—looking into those eyes, he felt as though he were flying.
TBC, unless I run away to join the circus first. What, it could happen...
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8/31/04 04:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/31/04 09:36 am (UTC)Ha! Kidding...I think *wanders away confused*
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8/31/04 09:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/31/04 10:01 am (UTC)This...hurting? What would it involve? *whistles while looking innocent*
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8/31/04 10:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/31/04 10:07 am (UTC)Wow. You *are* evol!
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8/31/04 10:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/31/04 05:57 am (UTC)Umm, but missing them having sex? DAMN that would suck.
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8/31/04 09:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
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8/31/04 08:17 am (UTC)I like it!
If it isn't, i'm sorry, my brain is mush.
*has cold*
ack!
*bounce*
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8/31/04 09:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
8/31/04 02:13 pm (UTC)I hate being sick.
Feel all...icky, can't take meds 'cause i become a zombie...
Blah.
Brains are total mush now...
E4
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