For mecurtin, prompt found in 1st line:
“The terminal velocity of a falling human with limbs
outstretched is about 120 miles per hour - slower than a lead balloon, but much
faster than a feather.”
Clark flops back onto the bed, groaning. Sometimes Lex sounds exactly like the
AI.
“That’s probably why I’m so bruised.” Lex frowns at his reflection as he
unbuttons his shirt.
This gets Clark’s attention. “You’re bruised?”
Lex winces as he pulls his shirt open, revealing broad black stripes under each
arm.
Clark gets up on one elbow to see the damage for himself. “Next time, I’ll just
let you fall,” he offers.
For margueritem, prompt: 'bread and cheese'
“That’s not a sandwich.”
“It’s the best kind of sandwich,” answers Clark confidently.
“It’s a cholesterol bomb.”
“I’m not that concerned about my cholesterol levels,” says Clark. He lifts the
grilled cheese off the pan and takes a bite. He speaks the next sentence around
his mouthful. “You do realize you’re not exactly fat, don’t you?”
Lex tries not to look pleased, but Clark catches him flattening a hand over his
belly.
“Want a bite?”
Lex’s instinctive moue of distaste falters when the sandwich is close enough for
him to smell. He takes it from Clark. “Never speak of this.”
For kyanoswolf, who just wanted Clex:
“Be honest with me,” said Lex, watching Clark intently.
Clark tensed. This sort of injunction rarely led to good things when it came
from Lex’s mouth.
“Do you come here for the food or the sex?”
Clark contemplated the half-eaten plate of cookies lying on the mattress in
front of him, then cranked his head over his shoulder to look at Lex, sprawled
naked and sweaty on the far end of the bed. Lex was trying to be all ironically
distanced and teasing and cool but Clark could see the slight anxiety in his
blue eyes.
“Can’t it be both?”