He stands at the foot of the bed, runs a hand over his chest, letting them look. Estelle's lips curve gently, the warmth of appreciation in her eyes. Marcy stares wide-eyed. Lex is used to that. At best, his body is exotic; at worst he's a freak. Marcy's eyelids flutter, and she licks her lips. Lex smiles. He's used to that, too.
I just had to quote that entire paragraph because GUH. *drools*
This was an awesome fic, Lenore, as usual. Now I'll just run off and imagine Lex and Estelle teaching Clark "the art of the deal".
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Date: 2005-03-09 04:32 am (UTC)I just had to quote that entire paragraph because GUH. *drools*
This was an awesome fic, Lenore, as usual. Now I'll just run off and imagine Lex and Estelle teaching Clark "the art of the deal".
Ahem. I'll be in my bunk.