<sigh>
This is all your fault, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nora_charles - but hey, I can always share it with the rest of the Internet... I can't believe I let you drag me into these things <*grin*>
--Cinnamon--
Would the taste be the same? Sweet apple flavour, hint of cinnamon? He would never know. Leaning back, eyes closed, Lex sighed inaudibly.
Eyes open again, the moonlight was playing tricks on him, taunting him. Hazel eyes so close, heat of another body showing him reality, hot breath on his face, asking for permission, silently. Soft press of lips, still gently inquiring. A moment's hesitation and lips parted. Sunny autumn days, apple pie with cinnamon. So familiar, yet so alien. Same apple pie, but so tantalizingly different, far from what he'd expected, so much more than he'd dared hope for.
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--Afternoon video games - or … Tag, you're it.--
"Hey! That move can't *possibly* be allowed!" Clark pouted, making Lex want to bite his protruding lower lip.
"This game has no rules, Clark. All is fair in love and war, deal with it." Lex allowed himself a wicked grin. As if Clark would ever do anything about it. Boy scout.
Something familiar flashed in Clark's eyes. The controller was yanked from Lex's hands, as Clark advanced, on hands and knees, tongue, mesmerizing movement, wetting red lips. Suddenly pinned to the floor, Lex swallowed hard. "This move can't possibly be allowed, Clark," he whispered hoarsely. Boy scout? Not even close.
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I really like the idea of the first one, but somehow it's not as sensual as it should be...
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Yeah,yeah, I know, pot - kettle.
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