Virtual Trick-Or-Treating
Oct. 31st, 2012 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rsadelleHappy Halloween! Welcome to the fourth annual edition of virtual trick-or-treating.
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. (I will be offering treats until nine PM Pacific Time, but if I don't get to it by then, I'll leave you a treat tomorrow morning.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user jeremympiehler, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.)
Knock or ring the bell by leaving me a comment, and I'll reply with a treat of some sort. It might be a fic snippet, a picture, a song, or something else I come up with in the moment. (I will be offering treats until nine PM Pacific Time, but if I don't get to it by then, I'll leave you a treat tomorrow morning.)
(Not my actual door. Photo by Flickr user jeremympiehler, used under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 2.0 Generic license.)
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Date: 2012-10-31 02:44 pm (UTC)Who let you have a baby?
Date: 2012-10-31 09:22 pm (UTC)Mike lets himself into Jeff and Megan's house. He has a key, and it's not like he's never walked in on them fucking before. He expects maybe that (that's always a possibility) or the dogs or a lot of sitting around playing Angry Birds. He doesn't expect Jeff to be sitting on the couch with a baby lying in the crook of his arm while he feeds it with a bottle he's holding in his other hand.
"Who let you have a baby?" Mike takes one of the chairs on the other side of the coffee table.
"One of Megan's friends. She asked us to babysit for a couple of hours this morning."
"If it's her friend, shouldn't she be doing this?"
"She took the dogs for a walk. I can handle feeding a baby."
The baby does, in fact, look perfectly calm and happy to be sucking down whatever's in the bottle - milk? formula? Mike doesn't know anything about babies - Jeff's holding. It's kind of mesmerizing, the way nature shows are mesmerizing, and before he knows it, the baby is done and Jeff is lifting it up over the cloth on his shoulder and patting its back.
"You're good at that."
Jeff shrugs with the shoulder the kid isn't spitting up on.
"Really," Mike says when Jeff wipes the baby's mouth and makes faces that make it babble at him, "you are."
Jeff shrugs again, but he's smiling. "You want to hold her?"
Mike holds his hands up in protest, even though Jeff didn't even move when he asked the question. "No."
Jeff laughs at him and bounces the baby. "It's okay," he says in a baby talking voice Mike didn't even know he could do, "I still like you. We'll just stay over here and Richie can stay over there, far away from the scary baby."
Mike rolls his eyes, and then says, "You're going to be a really good dad someday."
Jeff smiles, half at him and half at the baby. "Thanks."
Re: Who let you have a baby?
Date: 2012-11-01 02:39 pm (UTC)Re: Who let you have a baby?
Date: 2012-11-01 09:21 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-31 03:55 pm (UTC)A Mighty Fine Way to Spend an Evening
Date: 2012-11-01 02:09 am (UTC)"Come on in." JR takes Dylan through to the kitchen and gets him a beer.
Dylan takes it with a quirk of his lips and doesn't mention that he's underage. Not that JR doesn't know, but it shows a willingness to go along with things that he likes.
"This isn't much of a party," Dylan says.
JR shrugs. "Enough of one." He tips his head at the doorway, and Dylan turns around.
He doesn't spit beer onto JR's floor, but he does make a choking noise. Understandably. It's not every day he turns around to find Nathan behind him. (JR's more familiar with the sight, and Nathan in the coat still makes his heart beat faster.)
"Dylan, right?" Nathan says. "I've heard a lot about you."
Dylan looks over his shoulder at JR. "You have?"
"Mostly your mouth." Nathan took a couple of steps forward while Dylan wasn't looking at him, and now he's close enough rub his thumb over Dylan's lower lip.
Dylan looks from him to JR, which does nothing to make Nathan stop touching his mouth. "Seriously?"
JR shrugs. "Stiles is always talking, which means you're always talking. It draws attention." He takes the beer out of Dylan's hand and keeps his eyes on Dylan while he drinks from it, so he sees the way Dylan's gaze drifts down to his throat to watch him swallow.
"Uh," Dylan says, "just to make sure I've got this right, have I wandered into some sort of porn movie?"
"Nobody's filming," Nathan says. "Wouldn't be right." He cups Dylan's chin. "Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun on all on our own."
"Right," Dylan says, "yeah, fun, good."
"Stop babbling," JR says, smiling as he does. "You're not on set. You don't have to be Stiles." He gestures with the beer bottle. "I'm sure you can find better things to do with your mouth."
Nathan's already twitching the coat back, framing his hips in all the right ways, and it doesn't take much more than his hand on Dylan's shoulder to get Dylan to fold to his knees in the middle of JR's kitchen. Nathan opens his own pants, and moves his hand from Dylan's shoulder to the back of his head. Not enough hair there for him to really get a grip on, but he does all right.
JR takes a couple of steps toward them, leans against the counter where he can get a better view. It puts him where Dylan has to be able to see him in his peripheral vision, and where he and Nathan can share a smile over his head.
"This is a mighty fine way to spend an evening," Nathan says.
Dylan makes a sound that must feel as good as it sounds; Nathan's fingers curl like he's trying to pull his hair.
"Yes, it is," JR says, which makes Dylan make another sound.
"You're just fine, darlin'," Nathan says. "You just keep on doing what you're doing."
Dylan's mouth stretched over Nathan's cock looks sinfully good, good enough that JR takes another drink of Dylan's beer to wet his throat. It's even better when Nathan starts thrusting gently into him, and that's definitely a whine Dylan's trying to make.
"None of that now," Nathan says when Dylan tries to touch himself. "JR's got plans for you."
Dylan's eyes cut over to him, and JR just smiles at him. He's not even trying to do anything with it. It's just a smile. Still, Dylan outright moans, and his cheeks hollow around Nathan's cock, enough to make Nathan swear without remembering he's supposed to be half in character.
"You might as well give it up to him," JR says. "Sooner you do, sooner I can take a turn."
He doesn't get a verbal response, but Nathan's fingers tighten around the back of Dylan's head for a moment, and then he pulls out and comes across Dylan's cheeks and chin.
"Darlin'," Nathan drawls, "you're just about the prettiest thing I ever seen."
Dylan licks his lips, but doesn't do anything else to try to clean himself up. "Please tell me your plans include letting me come."
JR puts the beer bottle down on the counter and crosses the kitchen to take his turn at cupping the back of Dylan's head with his hand. "Oh, they do."
Re: A Mighty Fine Way to Spend an Evening
Date: 2012-11-01 03:00 am (UTC)I think... I just. Need a minute.
This is fucking perfect, and I love how JR is not just the instigator but a happy participant, because OF COURSE HE IS. Goddamn.
Re: A Mighty Fine Way to Spend an Evening
Date: 2012-11-01 09:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-31 04:01 pm (UTC)that's actually a damn cool door - too bad it's *isn't* yours!
Tyler Seguin, Porn Star: A Mini Picspam
Date: 2012-11-01 02:51 am (UTC)You may be familiar with Tyler Seguin. You may not be familiar with the fact that he looks like he could be a porn star. First of all, there's his general demeanor:
There's the way he likes to show off his body in public:
And the way he lets us know how he would look kissing:
and sucking cock:
But most importantly, there's the way he is with other people. Like Jordan Merante:
Fred Gervasi:
and, of course, his husband Tyler Brown, who I have only ever seen smile in this set of photos:
Re: Tyler Seguin, Porn Star: A Mini Picspam
Date: 2012-11-01 03:22 am (UTC)now I know exactly where that door is! it's just not as obvious to passersby as the actual 'front' door, but I'm pretty sure I've passed by it at least a couple times
Re: Tyler Seguin, Porn Star: A Mini Picspam
Date: 2012-11-01 09:22 pm (UTC)That's so cool that you actually know where the door is!
Re: Tyler Seguin, Porn Star: A Mini Picspam
Date: 2012-11-01 10:19 pm (UTC)Re: Tyler Seguin, Porn Star: A Mini Picspam
Date: 2012-11-01 10:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-31 10:11 pm (UTC)Small, Not Stupid
Date: 2012-11-01 03:00 am (UTC)"Does he know I'm not a bear?" Bucky's not going to let the kid fall - even if it weren't a tiny version of his former best friend, he wouldn't do that - but he's not real thrilled about having a small version of his former best friend - who he hasn't seen in seventy years - clinging to him.
"He's small, not stupid." Natasha is, quite frankly, the most frightening woman he's ever met, and no less so when she's defending a small child.
"We took him to Build-A-Bear," Barton says. Bucky didn't even know he was in the room. "He built a bear version of you to keep him company."
"You've been gone a long time," Steve says. "I was lonely." The depth of sincerity in his eyes hasn't changed in seventy years. Bucky has to fight back the urge to apologize.
"That look is quite devastating," Coulson says. "We're working on a way to use it without endangering him." Bucky has no idea if he's serious or joking.
"Not that much can harm him," Stark says. "Except for the callous disregard of his fellows."
"I believe he means you," Thor says.
"Yes," Bucky says through gritted teeth, "I got that. What do you want me to do?"
"We have a babysitting schedule." The woman who strides in on impossibly high heels is simultaneously tapping away at her phone. "We've had JARVIS add you to the schedule. I've emailed it to you. Tony, you're forty minutes late."
"Am I?" Whoever the woman is, she has the power to make Stark follow her out of the room.
"He likes stories with lots of action," Natasha says.
"Best of luck to you, Midgardian soldier." Thor leaves with Natasha, and when Bucky looks around, Barton has also disappeared.
"He's very well-behaved," Coulson says, "if a bit," a pause, "energetic. I'm sure you'll be fine." He leaves too, and that means Bucky is alone in a room with a small child who is also his former best friend. Who he hasn't seen in seventy years. It's going to be a long day.
Re: Small, Not Stupid
Date: 2012-11-01 03:36 am (UTC)Re: Small, Not Stupid
Date: 2012-11-01 09:22 pm (UTC)Re: Small, Not Stupid
Date: 2012-11-01 03:40 am (UTC)Re: Small, Not Stupid
Date: 2012-11-01 09:22 pm (UTC)Re: Small, Not Stupid
Date: 2012-11-01 01:00 pm (UTC)Not!fic: Avengers Werekids
Date: 2012-11-01 09:24 pm (UTC)The first time is the most confusing. No one quite knows what to make of Steve and Bruce suddenly being five. Jane doesn't have any answers, and Thor's best information is that Loki is still off in space somewhere. It helps, a bit, that a Hulked-out five-year-old can do significantly less damage than a Hulked-out adult, but there's still a level of destruction that makes even the usually unflappable Coulson pinch the bridge of his nose.
It only lasts three days, and everyone's relieved when Steve and Bruce are back to normal.
*
It's only the second time that someone starts to catch on. "Sir," Maria says. "It's the full moon."
"Are you suggesting," Fury says, turning to look at her, "that they're becoming children on the full moon?"
Maria stands at parade rest, hands clasped behind her back. "Yes, sir. The timing does coincide, and it's no less strange than anything else we've seen with the Avengers Initiative."
Fury hands the whole thing off to Coulson. It's not just an abdication of responsibility for them; it was Coulson who went out the first time and bought clothes in exactly the right size and style for Steve and Bruce to be comfortable.
It's in the middle of that second time that Tony walks in to find child-sized Hulk throwing a tantrum and chairs.
Tony looks at him thoughtfully and says, "I have an entire laboratory you can work in when you calm down." He only gets ten steps down the hallway before Bruce runs after him.
It does leave Steve somewhat without playmates.
Clint heaves a sigh. "Let's see how you are with that shield." (Despite the application of the best minds S.H.I.E.L.D. can browbeat into working for them, no one's figured out how the shield also grows and shrinks with Steve.) "There's a more interesting range practice than you usually get in one of the sublevels."
*
By the third time, they have a routine. Bruce spends most of his time with Tony. Pepper gives JARVIS strict instructions about meals and naps, which do both of them good. Bruce Hulks out about bedtime a couple of times at first, but the routine settles him, and Tony does actually enjoy spending time with Pepper once he's pried away from the lab.
Steve's time gets spread out a little more. Clint devises increasingly difficult target practices for him. Natasha patiently (very patiently) teaches him to set aside the sexism of his original era in favor of treating women as equals. Coulson buys him comic books and helps him sound out the difficult words. Darcy undertakes his musical education.
Their routine is such a success that when Thor also turns into a five-year-old one full moon, Fury only nods at Coulson and says, "Carry on."
Re: Not!fic: Avengers Werekids
Date: 2012-11-01 09:45 pm (UTC)My favorite thing adapted for my new fandom. I love you so much.
Re: Not!fic: Avengers Werekids
Date: 2012-11-01 10:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-31 11:01 pm (UTC)This Is A Participatory Event
Date: 2012-11-01 06:07 pm (UTC)"Kane's there," Tyler says. "Even if Switzerland isn't big on Halloween, I'm sure you two can find a party."
Segs makes a face. "He brought his mom."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. She's living with him and shit. I guess he needs supervision or something."
Tyler can't help laughing. "And you don't?"
Segs makes another face at him. "I stay out of trouble. And out of people's pictures. I want to be there. In Boston or with you. I haven't spent Halloween with you in forever. Do you remember the year-"
"Yes." Tyler cuts him off, because nothing good can come of reminiscing about that year. "I'm not even going out."
Segs heaves a sigh that comes crystal clear over the Skype connection. "I would stay in with you."
"I'm just going to hand out candy," Tyler says. "My life isn't that exciting."
"Yeah, but you're there. I can't even speak the language here. Languages."
"Should've paid more attention to your French classes in high school."
Segs full on pouts. "You're not being very sympathetic."
"You're playing hockey. It's better than not playing hockey. And you'll be here next week."
"I guess." Segs brightens up and smirks at him. "You should give me a preview of that."
"Should I?" Tyler smirks right back at him. "How should I do that?"
"Don't be a dick. Take your clothes off."
Tyler laughs and strips off his shirt, stands up to take off his pants. He readjusts his laptop when he sits down, so everything from his head to his thighs is in view of the camera. He puts a hand on his cock, but also says, "You too."
It's not like Segs ever needs that much encouragement to take off his clothes, but Tyler likes watching him do it, the stretch and flex of his muscles as he gets naked. He'd rather be there in person, where he can touch and taste all that skin, but watching it is better than not having Segs at all.
Tyler reaches for the lube once Segs is naked. It makes the slide of his hand over his cock that much easier, and it makes Segs' mouth drop open a little.
"This is not a show," Tyler says. "This is a participatory event."
"Participatory," Segs laughs. "Fancy word." He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks it.
"Really?" Tyler says. "You don't have lotion or something?"
"I like it this way." Segs sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, and, okay, Tyler likes that too. "Yeah," Segs says, totally smug. "If I were there, it would be your cock, so stop chirping my technique and get yourself off."
Tyler strokes himself and watches Segs doing the same. Segs is pretty much his go-to fantasy, has been for years, and thinking about his mouth on Tyler's cock while watching him jerk off does it for him.
Tyler had expected, at first, that Segs would be mouthy during sex, but now he's used to the way Segs doesn't say much. It's all breathing through his mouth and hitches of breath, the change in speed of his hand on his cock. It's hot. Tyler speeds up his own hand, tightens his grip a little and brings his other hand down to cup his balls.
That's enough to make Segs outright moan, and Tyler doesn't even regret it when he comes first, angling a little so he comes on himself instead of the laptop.
"Yeah," he says to Segs. "Come on, baby."
Segs moans again, and comes all over himself. Not five seconds later, he has his fingers in his mouth again, sucking them clean.
Tyler's going to be thinking about that next time he jerks off.
Segs takes his fingers out of his mouth and says, "I can't wait to suck you off next week."
"Yeah," Tyler says, throat dry and words croaky. "I can see that."
Segs smiles at him, the post-sex haze making it softer than his usual grin. "I'm going to make it so good for you. You're going to cry when I have to leave."
Tyler laughs. "I think you're thinking of you."
Segs shrugs a little, not bothering to deny it.
"Hey," Tyler says, waiting until Segs is looking straight at the screen. "I love you too."
Re: This Is A Participatory Event
Date: 2012-11-01 06:55 pm (UTC)Re: This Is A Participatory Event
Date: 2012-11-01 09:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-10-31 11:01 pm (UTC)Best in the World (1/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 07:01 pm (UTC)Danny's exhausted after twelve hours of travel, and Claude has to be too, going by how quiet he is, and how he's hanging back and letting Danny identify them to the driver holding up an iPad with their names displaying on it.
The driver takes them to the house where they dump their stuff inside and Claude perks up enough to tip the driver. There's no point in staying, so Danny locks the door and they climb into his car for the quick drive to Sylvie's.
Danny's barely parked the car when the boys spill out of the house, all three of them talking over each other and piling onto him. They've grown, and seeing it over Skype and in pictures isn't the same as seeing it in person. Caelan's lost some of his baby fat, his cheeks not as round as they've always been. Carson's filled out, almost all muscle now, which means he was keeping up with the training schedule he told them he was going to follow. Cameron's taller and lankier, like his muscles can't quite keep up with how much he's grown.
Danny tries to hug all three of them at once, smile splitting his face almost in two. "One at a time," he says. "I have no idea what you're saying."
"We're glad you're home," Carson says. "Do we still have to do our homework tonight?"
"Yes, you do," Danny says.
Carson makes a face.
"You don't have practice tonight. You have plenty of time to do your homework."
"I have practice," Caelan says. "Jeremy's mom is going to drive me."
Danny makes a note to thank her for that.
Cameron peels away first, probably because he doesn't have the muscle to force his brothers out of the way, and hugs Claude.
"Hey, buddy," Claude says. "It's good to see you."
"I missed you." Cameron tilts his head toward Danny without letting go of Claude. "Is Sean back too?"
"He has a game tonight. He won't be back until tomorrow."
Carson elbows Cameron out of the way to get his hug from Claude. "Are you staying with us?"
Claude meets Danny's eyes over the boys' heads. "For a couple of days at least." He hugs Carson for a minute before he pushes him and Cameron away so Caelan can get a turn. Danny takes advantage of the shift to put his arm around Cameron and walk him toward the house where Sylvie is standing in the doorway watching them all with a look much more fond than she could have managed a couple of years ago.
"I made them pack earlier," Sylvie says. "If you can get them to let go long enough to get their stuff, they're ready to go. Welcome back."
"Thank you." Danny pushes Cameron toward the house. "Boys," he calls to Caelan and Carson, "get your bags. Let's go."
It takes another ten minutes for the three of them to gather their things up, put them in the car, and get themselves buckled in. Five minutes of driving, and then they're gathering everything out of the car and hauling it inside. The stacks of Danny and Claude's bags just inside the door mean Danny can't really yell at the boys for dropping all of their bags there too.
Best in the World (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 07:01 pm (UTC)"We just flew halfway around the world," Danny says. "I don't think Claude wants to cook now."
"I'll do it," Claude says with a shrug. "We need groceries anyway. Who's coming with me to the store?"
"I'll go," Caelan says.
Carson says, "Me too."
"I'll stay with you," Cameron says to Danny.
Claude takes Danny's keys from him. "Bread, cheese, butter, ketchup, cereal, milk. Anything else?"
Danny should probably add something healthier to that, but they'll have to go shopping again soon enough anyway. "No."
Cameron hovers after they leave.
Danny puts an arm around his shoulders. "I missed you."
Cameron turns into him and makes it a real hug. "I'm really glad you and Claude are home."
"We're really glad to be home." Danny lets Cameron hold on as long as he wants. The boys are at an age where, hockey playing aside, they're not willing to be hugged the way they were when they were little.
"Will you help with my math homework? Mom doesn't explain it like you do."
"Of course."
Cameron drags his backpack into the kitchen. They're still working through it at the kitchen table when Claude and the other boys get home.
"Homework," Danny calls at Caelan and Carson. "You can start it while Claude's cooking. No arguments."
Being gone for so long has its advantages; neither of them argue, and all three of the boys make a good dent in their homework before Claude makes them clear the table for dinner.
"You make the best grilled cheese in the world," Carson says.
"In the world?" Claude says. "The world is a big place."
"Yours is the best," Carson says firmly.
"He's right," Caelan says.
Cameron just nods with a mouth full of sandwich.
"Thank you," Claude says.
Danny's been eating Claude's grilled cheese off and on for months, but he's not sure it's ever tasted as good as it does right now, at home in his own house with his boys and Claude smiling at him across the table. "They're right. Best in the world."
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Date: 2012-11-01 03:49 am (UTC)Always Listening (1/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 08:50 pm (UTC)"You don't fool me."
Claire looks up from the (extremely boring) article she's writing about the city council's upcoming agenda. "Are you going to elaborate?" she asks when Lois didn't say anything else.
Lois slaps a piece of paper down on Claire's desk. Paper. Who does that? Even at the Daily Planet, nearly everything they do, except for printing the paper, is done digitally.
Then Claire really looks at what the paper was, and winces. Her prom pictures are just about the last thing she wants Lois looking at. "Where did you get these?"
"I'm an investigative reporter," Lois says. "Getting things like this is my job." She's half scowling at Claire. It doesn't make her any less attractive. "You're not the mild-mannered, quiet girl you appear to be, and I'm going to find out what you're hiding. Even if you turn out to be Superman."
Claire's had more than enough practice to contain her wince, but she does squeeze one hand into a fist below her desk where Lois can't see it. "I am a mild-mannered, quiet girl," she lies. It's amazing how much assuming a different demeanor will keep people from seeing the truth. "And what's your obsession with Superman anyway?"
The look on Lois's face turns into a full scowl. "It's not an obsession. No one knows who she is when she's not out saving the citizens of Metropolis. It's the story of a lifetime."
"You never talk about it like a story," Claire says. She stays calm, because that's more likely to rile Lois up. "You talk about it like it's personal. Why are you so obsessed with Superman?"
Lois says, "Because she kissed me and I want her to do it again," and then snaps her mouth shut. "Pretend I never said that." She grabs the printout of Claire's prom pictures and stalks off toward her office. Claire only lets herself watch for two seconds before she goes back to her incredibly boring story.
Always Listening (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 08:50 pm (UTC)Claire's not completely stupid, so she waits around listening until she thinks there's enough of a break that she can get in and snap the cuffs around Lois's wrists before Lexi's store of kryptonite can weaken her too much to do at least that much.
"You came," Lois says in the barest whisper. "Are you stupid? She wasn't going to hurt me. She was just luring you here."
"I know." Claire lifts Lois up. "We have to go. Now." She makes it halfway to the window before Lexi walks into the room behind them.
"So nice to see you, Superman. I've been preparing for this all week." Lexi doesn't just have kryptonite. She has kryptonite jewelry, bits of it glowing at her neck and wrist and dangling from her ears.
"Put me down," Lois hisses, and Claire doesn't have a choice anyway now, but she pushes Lois behind her.
"This is such a fascinating substance, don't you think?" Lexi rolls her wrist in the air, the kryptonite throwing a sickly green light across the room. "I wonder just what I could do to you with enough of it."
Lois steps around Claire. "You said you weren't going to hurt her."
"Yes," Lexi says, "I did say that."
"Lois, get behind me."
"No." Lois turns and stabs her finger into Claire's chest, just above her breasts. "I am a grown woman, and I came here of my own free will." She keeps jabbing her finger into Claire's chest, even when Claire tries taking a step back for every time she does it. "You will not boss me around."
"Oh," Lexi says, "a lover's quarrel. I'm afraid I don't have time for that right now."
"You can make time," Lois says, and she stabs her finger into Claire's chest again. "I will not be bossed around."
The light's different, less green, more yellow. Claire flicks her eyes to the side. Lois has backed her all the way up so they're two steps from the window. Claire only has to wait a second before Lois is poking her again, and this time she grabs Lois's arm, uses the momentum to pull Lois close to her, and throws herself backwards.
They go crashing through the window. Claire's still weak, but the sun helps, enough that she stops them before they hit the ground. She flies low, just skimming the ground, until she's been in the sun long enough that she can start to climb. Then she takes them over the walls and away from Lexi.
She lands, carefully, on the roof of the Daily Planet and sets Lois down even more carefully. "You don't have to go to such extreme lengths if you want me to kiss you again."
Lois stares at her, face entirely blank for a very long moment. "How did you-"
Claire cuts her off by gathering her carefully into her arms and kissing her. Lois kisses back, softly at first, and then hungrily, her hands tightening around the back of Claire's neck. It takes more effort than Claire would like to admit to pull away.
"I'm always listening."
Re: Always Listening (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 10:08 pm (UTC)Re: Always Listening (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: Always Listening (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-01 11:35 pm (UTC)YOU ARE A TREASURE.
THANK YOU!
Re: Always Listening (2/2)
Date: 2012-11-02 12:37 am (UTC)