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[ooc: Set in Star-Crossed Metropolis. Sometime following this.]
It’s that same old song again
I hate it cause it's true
She had no idea how long she'd been trapped here. The last indication, a year and a half, was given to her by Lex, but that was months ago. How many was the question. The days all blurred into one another, no sunlight to indicate when one day began and the other ended, and no matter how much she'd steeled herself against it, the isolation was starting to get to her.
He didn't visit every day anymore. The decline was slow, but in her mind, deliberate. On the good days, she could care less. On the bad days, she missed him terribly. Lana needed that human connection as much as she needed water to drink, and he was the only one who ever stayed longer than a minute. She hated it, but she wanted him there.
The bad days got worse. Soon she didn't just want his presence. She wanted something more intimate, more physical. She took care of that burning on her own, but it didn't satisfy her very long. She needed the touch of another person. She had long given up on Clark, not that he ever touched her much to begin with. It was Lex who filled her thoughts, and the more time that passed, the more desperate she was for him.
One day he opened the cage and joined her, locking the door behind him. Though he wasn't accompanied by the usual guard or two, she didn't even consider running. Her eyes were completely focused on him. He had her right where he wanted her, and he knew it.
It wasn't long before clothes were dropping to the floor, before he was grabbing her by her hair and shoving her face first into the wall. She wished she could say she wasn't enjoying it, that she could stop the loud moaning and cursing that came from her mouth, but she couldn't. She was enjoying every second of it.
When it was over, Lana let herself sink to her knees, breathlessly leaning against the wall for support. She felt his arms go around her as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"Come back to me. Be my wife again."
She felt that final piece of her will break as she answered in a way she never dreamed she would.
"Anything for you, Lex."
It’s that same old song again
I hate it cause it's true
She had no idea how long she'd been trapped here. The last indication, a year and a half, was given to her by Lex, but that was months ago. How many was the question. The days all blurred into one another, no sunlight to indicate when one day began and the other ended, and no matter how much she'd steeled herself against it, the isolation was starting to get to her.
He didn't visit every day anymore. The decline was slow, but in her mind, deliberate. On the good days, she could care less. On the bad days, she missed him terribly. Lana needed that human connection as much as she needed water to drink, and he was the only one who ever stayed longer than a minute. She hated it, but she wanted him there.
The bad days got worse. Soon she didn't just want his presence. She wanted something more intimate, more physical. She took care of that burning on her own, but it didn't satisfy her very long. She needed the touch of another person. She had long given up on Clark, not that he ever touched her much to begin with. It was Lex who filled her thoughts, and the more time that passed, the more desperate she was for him.
One day he opened the cage and joined her, locking the door behind him. Though he wasn't accompanied by the usual guard or two, she didn't even consider running. Her eyes were completely focused on him. He had her right where he wanted her, and he knew it.
It wasn't long before clothes were dropping to the floor, before he was grabbing her by her hair and shoving her face first into the wall. She wished she could say she wasn't enjoying it, that she could stop the loud moaning and cursing that came from her mouth, but she couldn't. She was enjoying every second of it.
When it was over, Lana let herself sink to her knees, breathlessly leaning against the wall for support. She felt his arms go around her as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"Come back to me. Be my wife again."
She felt that final piece of her will break as she answered in a way she never dreamed she would.
"Anything for you, Lex."
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May. 19th, 2009 03:03 am[ooc: Normally Lana wouldn't fill out something like this, but apparently Sam is that special.]
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( Sex survey. )
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[ooc: hero_farmboy did it first, but I couldn't resist following suit. Normally, this would be so very locked, but as before me, it's fun to shake things up a bit from time to time. Just remember that what's in this post stays here and is not to be carried over into any continuity. It will also cover several verses, complete meta, and possibly fics I've written, so...yeah. Cross the verses if you want, since it's not like it counts.]
1. I kind of want to kiss Lois again.
2. Sam Winchester is like...the missing piece of my soul. I know feeling that way is going to get me hurt, but it doesn't change anything.
3. Part of me will always love Clark, but I want an equal. I don't want to stand next to someone for the rest of my life and feel like a tiny speck of nothing. I hate myself for feeling that way, but I do and I know I'll never get over it.
4. The previous confession doesn't stop me from having sex dreams about him.
5. I think Tess Mercer is the sexiest woman I've ever met, and if completely discreet...I might consider a one night stand.
6. I'm afraid to talk about my problems because I don't want to be a whiner.
7. Fine, I admit it. I'm kinky. I like biting and clawing and sex in corn fields.
8. I am in no way interested in or even attracted to him...but Dean's sex scenes turn me on.
9. I really did love Bizarro. I didn't want to kill him.
10. Bart Allen is a sex god.
hero_farmboy did it first, but I couldn't resist following suit. Normally, this would be so very locked, but as before me, it's fun to shake things up a bit from time to time. Just remember that what's in this post stays here and is not to be carried over into any continuity. It will also cover several verses, complete meta, and possibly fics I've written, so...yeah. Cross the verses if you want, since it's not like it counts.]1. I kind of want to kiss Lois again.
2. Sam Winchester is like...the missing piece of my soul. I know feeling that way is going to get me hurt, but it doesn't change anything.
3. Part of me will always love Clark, but I want an equal. I don't want to stand next to someone for the rest of my life and feel like a tiny speck of nothing. I hate myself for feeling that way, but I do and I know I'll never get over it.
4. The previous confession doesn't stop me from having sex dreams about him.
5. I think Tess Mercer is the sexiest woman I've ever met, and if completely discreet...I might consider a one night stand.
6. I'm afraid to talk about my problems because I don't want to be a whiner.
7. Fine, I admit it. I'm kinky. I like biting and clawing and sex in corn fields.
8. I am in no way interested in or even attracted to him...but Dean's sex scenes turn me on.
9. I really did love Bizarro. I didn't want to kill him.
10. Bart Allen is a sex god.
Tags:
- [comm] justprompts,
- [pair] bart/lana,
- [pair] bizarro/lana,
- [pair] clark/lana,
- [pair] dean/lana,
- [pair] lois/lana,
- [pair] sam/lana,
- [pair] tess/lana,
- [style] horny!lana,
- [style] lesbionic!lana,
- [style] mushy!lana,
- [type] prompt response,
- [ver - bart] parabolical,
- [ver - oliver] most of me,
- [ver - pete] oh baby!,
- [ver - sam] langchester,
- type } meta,
- with } bizarro,
- with } clark kent,
- with } dean winchester,
- with } lois lane,
- with } sam winchester,
- with } tess mercer
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insane100 :: Evil Monkeys!
Apr. 3rd, 2009 02:44 am[ooc: Another prompt with Mrs. Luthor from the verse now known as Star-Crossed Metropolis. Also partially inspired by Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence.]
( Cut for twisted sexuality. )
( Cut for twisted sexuality. )
[Completely Private]
Clark Kent.
No, it'll never work out, but God what I wouldn't give for just one night, just one.
Of course I can't, because it's never just one night or one kiss or one anything, and when it ends, it's never anything but excruciatingly painful.
Still...
I need a cold shower.
Clark Kent.
No, it'll never work out, but God what I wouldn't give for just one night, just one.
Of course I can't, because it's never just one night or one kiss or one anything, and when it ends, it's never anything but excruciatingly painful.
Still...
I need a cold shower.
| Your Sexuality is Dutch |
 And the average number of partners is 7. 44% of Dutch people say they like to try new things in bed. 40% of Dutch people have had sex in their parents' bedroom. |
[ooc: The mun finds this hilarious based on Kristin Kreuk's ethnicity.]
( More quizzes I really shouldn't be doing right now... )
