It’s all about the Friday love.
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untitled06 has this insanely wicked Fight Club icon that says ‘I am Jack’s Broken Heart.’ I want a Lex icon that says ‘I am Zahra’s Undead Heart’ and a Dominic (Monaghan people, not Senatori) icon that says ‘I am Zahra’s Lustful Thoughts’ all variations there of, plus cross fandom, Fight Club and Ocean’s Eleven icons are welcome. You show me yours and I’ll write you mine. Yes, this is the icons for drabble exchange.
In other news, Happy Birthday
fleegull. This piece of home is just for you. *g*Smallville
Lavender Martini
“It’s purple,” are the first words out of Clark’s mouth when he gets home from work. Lex’s hand pauses mid-action, and he considers Clark’s greeting. It’s not, ‘Hi, who did you bankrupt today?’ or ‘I’ve missed you all day and can we have sex now?’
Not even a ‘Lex, if you keep trying to take over half the globe, I’m going to tell the Justice League on you.’
Just ‘it’s purple.’
Lex is used to getting a better welcome than this.
He’s not used to being upstaged by his drinks.
“It is not purple,” he replies smoothly, placing the martini glass on the coffee table and watching as Clark drops his overcoat and briefcase on that terrible excuse for a lounger. Lex will have to bankrupt the Lazy-Boy people tomorrow, first thing in the morning. It doesn’t matter that he’s been thinking the same thought for the last six years.
A smile breaks across Lex’s face as Clark drops a kiss on his forehead before sitting down next to him. It’s stupid to think, inane to say, but every time Clark gives Lex one of those haphazard kisses, Lex is reminded of riverbanks and his rebirth.
As a sex fantasy they’ve only done it fifteen times.
“It’s lavender,” Lex corrects as Clark stretches out next to him.
“It’s purple, Lex.” A blue, Oxford-clad arm comes to rest around Lex’s shoulders, and Lex leans into it instinctively. He can feel Clark’s chest twitching as he tries to contain his laughter. “You’re a purple man, wearing a purple shirt and purple boxers and drinking a purple drink. That is so – so –“
Lex pulls as far away as possible without actually leaving Clark’s vicinity, before fixing Clark with his ‘we are not amused’ glare.
“First of all, you had no objections to the boxers this morning, and secondly, there is nothing wrong with a lavender drink.” As if to prove his point, Lex reaches out and takes a sip of the martini. He notices, rather arbitrarily, how the lavender of the drink matches the particular shade of his button-down shirt.
“It’s purple.”
Clark rearranges himself so that he’s quite clearly infringing on Lex’s personal space. Not that Lex has had much experience with that concept since Clark moved into the penthouse, but in theory… “And? I’m waiting for the damning evidence that will prove to me that drinking this martini will lose me the election in 2015.”
Clark is giving him that look, not the one that says ‘Lex has been bad’ but the other one that says ‘just because Lex is more worldly doesn’t mean he knows everything.’ On anyone else it would be patronizing, and then Lex would have that person killed. Yet another Catch-22 in having an alien lover.
Lex is about to take another sip of his drink, when it’s suddenly not in his hand anymore. “I hate it when you do that,” he says, glaring at the face now purple and distorted behind his martini.
“Lex, it’s purple.” Clark twirls the glass between thick fingers that are deceptively clumsy-looking. Lex knows what those fingers can do, but he also knows Clark. He doesn’t want his drink to end up on the carpeting.
“You’re repeating yourself, Clark, and that’s the sure sign of a weak argument.” Lex delivers his coup de grace just in time to pry his drink from Clark’s fingers before it winds up on the floor. As it stands, Lex ends up with martini slopped all over his fingers. “I don’t know how you manage as a journalist,” he chuckles, setting the glass on the table before licking vodka off his fingers in a clear attempt to entice Clark.
“Hey!” Clark exclaims, although judging by the expression on his face, Lex isn’t sure if he’s upset about the slight or excited by the sucking.
“Hey yourself.” A pause and a smirk. Lex gets entirely too much satisfaction out of pulling Clark’s strings. “You can say it, you know, Clark. I won’t hold it against you.”
Lex might hold some other things against him, but only if he asks nicely. Not that Clark doesn’t always ask nicely, except for the pouting he’s currently doing, but even that can work in Clark’s favor.
“Say what?” Clark inquires, pulling Lex’s hand toward his mouth and licking his lips.
“You were going to say that it’s gay.” Lex swallows, watching Clark’s movements like a hawk. “You were going to say that drinking a lavender martini is gay, Clark.”
“Well, that’s kind of obvious.” Clark chuckles as he rubs his thumb along the back of Lex’s hand. It’s not wrong for Lex to start thinking about pushing Clark back on the sofa and having his way with him. It’s not as though he hasn’t been thinking about it all day anyway.
“I mean it’s almost too obvious, Lex. You’re drinking it after all.”
Lex could be wrong, but he thinks that Clark just winked at him. He can’t be sure because Clark’s ministrations feel really good, but. Wait. What?
“Are you implying that the drink is gay by association?” Lex pulls his hand out of Clark’s grasp and reaches for the martini instead. It would be wrong for him to throw it at Clark. If nothing else it would the waste of a very aesthetically pleasing drink.
Clark looks amused by this turn of events, however, and that annoys Lex greatly. “As opposed to saying you’re gay by association, Lex?
“Clark.”
“You said it, not me.”
There’s something wrong with the smirk on Clark’s face because Clark doesn’t smirk, and where did he learn to do so in the first place? Lex can’t believe he’s devoted his life to this, this person. This is a man who thinks there’s nothing wrong with wearing a blue bodysuit and a red cape on a daily basis. This is a gay alien who goes to Pride for the costumes. And he’s saying Lex is flamingly homosexual because he’s enjoying a purple, lavender drink?
Somewhere along the line there’s a massive fault in this logic. “So, if I’m gay by association to a lavender martini, what does that say about you?
“It’s says I’m gay by association to the man who drinks lavender martinis.”
Oh, for the love of some god Lex doesn’t know. “Do you have any idea how queer you sound?”
“I know you are, but what am I?” No, they are not doing this again. How old is Clark again? Obviously old enough to lean forward into Lex’s non-existent personal space and kiss him lightly on the lips, thereby sucking out all Lex’s brain cells and whatever argument he was about to present.
This is the sort of welcome Lex was expecting 20 minutes ago. Not a psychological work-up based on his alcohol beverage of choice.
“You know,” Clark begins, nuzzling the space behind Lex’s left ear. It’s an action that’s been known to reduce Lex’s brainpower by 68%. “Since you’re so gay, and I’m so gay by association, do you mind if I try your gay drink?”
Lex pulls away suddenly, and cocks his head to the side. “I don’t think so. I think you should get your own.” Reaching out, Lex plucks his drink up from the table and downs the last 1/8.
“Hard ass,” Clark mutters, pushing Lex’s legs to the side as he slides off the sofa and gets to his feet.
“Yes, you do,” Lex agrees. “Now do your spandex proud, and don’t forget to swish it on the way to the kitchen.”
-finis-
Notes: Yes, children, there is such a thing as a lavender martini, and yes, it is very purple looking.
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Date: 2003-02-07 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2003-02-07 03:02 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-02-07 03:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-07 04:15 pm (UTC)::jumps around and does happy dance::
Wheeeeeeee! It's Dom! Dom who's motto is 'I am Zahra's Unending Glee/Salacious Comments/Most favoritest thing RL in the world' (as opposed to Lex who is my favorite fictional man in the world). I am so happy, you just have no idea. What can I do to repay the love?
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I love Dom, and Lex. I would have done some Lex ones, except that I have very few pictures of him on my hard drive (I should remedy that one of these days).
What can I do to repay the love?
Keep writing Ephram/Colin! That's all I want! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love your HP/Smallville/Lotrips as well, but no one else writes Ephram/Colin that I've ever seen, and you write them perfectly. <3
Also, I forgot to mention earlier that I really enjoyed the lavendar martini story! :D
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Date: 2003-02-07 12:49 pm (UTC)“Now do your spandex proud, and don’t forget to swish it on the way to the kitchen.”
::: evil, wicked, rotten laughter ::::
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:17 pm (UTC)“Now do your spandex proud, and don’t forget to swish it on the way to the kitchen.”
::: evil, wicked, rotten laughter ::::
I still don't understand how people can think comicbook heroes are straight. I know no straight man who's that far into fashion(wreckage). All that spandex in all those crevices. It's wrong for me to follow that train of thought isn't it?
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Date: 2003-02-07 01:52 pm (UTC)I've never liked martinis, but I love lavender lemonade - I'll have to try a lavender martini.
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:19 pm (UTC)Lavender lemonade? Mmmm. It sounds heavenly. Also, I highly recommend the lavender martini, if nothing else it really is very pretty to look at. *g*
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Date: 2003-02-07 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-07 04:20 pm (UTC)::loves your icon:: pebbles and bam-bam. oh, man.
also, i'm sorry for all the bad-fic tainting, but i'm thrilled that you enjoyed this. it's all about the every day love in my book.
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Date: 2003-02-07 03:09 pm (UTC)You know I'm your icon bitch. *g*
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:22 pm (UTC)You know I'm your icon bitch. *g*
::loves jess::
Thank you.
Wasn't I supposed to write you a story with zucchini? I can you know. I think. I will ponder on it. *g*
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:31 pm (UTC)Heh... I think maybe I said that you could probably even make zucchini sexy? Which I'm sure you could. :o)
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:36 pm (UTC)Dude, you can never beat playground logic in an argument. This was adorable. :)
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Date: 2003-02-07 04:50 pm (UTC)I'm sure Lex would beg to differ - about the logic, not about the adorable factor, although that might give him heart pains - but we all know he's a sucker for Clark. I'm so glad that you enjoyed this, Caro. *g*
You say "obsession" like it's a bad thing....
Date: 2003-02-07 05:20 pm (UTC)Re: You say "obsession" like it's a bad thing....
Date: 2003-02-07 07:44 pm (UTC)oh. my. god. i had to read the one on the end twice before i got and now i've got brad pitt banging around in my head demanding to be let out the closet. oh, i am so writing this now.
this is beyond wicked. you so rock.
Re: You say "obsession" like it's a bad thing....
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:22 am (UTC)dom. thank you so much for the lovely icon :)
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Date: 2003-02-07 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-10 09:24 am (UTC)I saw my first lavender martini last week and my instant though wasn't 'oh, how pretty' or even 'can I try one', but 'oh, that is so lex.' So sad when lex infringes on my RL drinking that way.
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-08 11:01 pm (UTC)Lavender martinis, well, now I've got a new drink to order and sweet imagery to go with it.
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-09 07:15 am (UTC)In other news - slash Ocean's Eleven! Now! *cough* Er, I mean, whenever you have the time. *g*
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Date: 2003-02-10 09:27 am (UTC)In other news - slash Ocean's Eleven! Now! *cough* Er, I mean, whenever you have the time. *g*
1. Your icon. Is that maniped? Dude, tres gay.
2. Rift? What rift?
3. I just put up the OE slash. Not the original idea at all, but I had to start somewhere.