Luthors don't

Have you ever though of killing someone?? Have you actually dreamed of seing them die slowly... have you seen them beg you to end it?? Cause it's too painful, because they just can take it. Or even better, have you seen them begging for their lives?? crawling to you, begging you so you won't kill them?? Have you ever wanted to claw someone's eyes out??

I certainly have. For a long time ago now, I have deeply considered the possibility of ripping Bruce Wayne's skin off limb by limb myself, but the imaginary stage was only a vague proyection that only came to me whenever I remembered the man, so it was not a real desire in itself... Until the shameless bastard decided to set his eyes on Clark Kent.

Two months ago, Clark decided to go field testing, I won't say it was a stupid desicion to take him to Gotham city, but I won't say it was smart either; the heart of the matter is that during said field testing, we met with my once dear lover, Bruce Wayne, who the moment in which he saw Clark Kent took a rather deep... liking of my farmboy, which you you can already see angered me greatly, but did not quite touched me as much as seing Clark responding positively to Bruce's advances, which, in the end, led me to create a quick plan to get Clark's attention to me once more.

I will not said plan was utterly useless, it did got Clark's attention to me, but it also brought much more than I had ever bargained for. You see, because of that little plan, Clark surprisingly let me in his feelings for me, which were not so far from my own feelings for him, but unfortunately, the way I called Clark's attention to me, said way being plot and light mischief, let Clark into believing my feelings for him weren't as true as I presented them, so he therefore decided to take as much time as possible delaying the moment of physical consumation, but never sacrificing the acts which would lead to seeking consumation, but never really acheiving it. In other words, the litte nynph would tease me until I was almost exploding with need, then he would leave me hanging and burning to finally have him.

Now, normally, I wouldn't mind such a game. I would normally love it, to be accurate, to have the thrill of the hunt, knowing there's someone out there that wouldn't throw him or herself into his arms just because I'm Lex Luthor, but that would take time to coax into carnal pleasures, who would make me crave for the taste of him or her, someone who I could consider my equal, not an easy name on my previous lovers list. The key word here is... normally. Clark Kent, though, is anything BUT normal. And even if he was normal, Bruce motherfucking Wayne's insistence to get to Clark before I do, and how quickly they happened to befriend, is not normal either.

I want to rip his throat out. Watch him bleed himself to death, just for looking at my farmboy. Aren't there any farms near Gotham?? Why does he have to set his mind on MY teasing sex god?? Surely, there must be a hot piece of ass worth seing in Gotham City, really, there's no need to travel hundres of miles just to follow a teenager. Then again, truth to be told, I would travel not only hundreds, but thousands of miles just to get a taste of Clark Kent.

But I musn't lose it, I must keep calm, because if I lose it, I know it's not going to do well for me. If I indulge myself in the desire of setting a bomb in Bruce's toilet seat and blow him up while he takes a shit -smiling at the tempting thought here- , that would most certainly won't help my shaky relationship with Clark, but damn it, it's just too damn hard!! He's been staying in Smallville for the better part of the last two months, taking Clark to movies, amusement parks and having study sessions with him whenever he knows I'm not available to do such things, and I only know it after my golden boy tells me about it, when is far too late for me to do anything about it.

At first, I had decided to set up a survelliance team on both Bruce and Clark, to get a hold of exactly when the millionaire prick would invite Clark, know exactly what they're up to, but as usual, Clark's impeccable smell of manipulating schemes bit me in the ass, and now all I can do is grit my teeth whenever I hear the tales of 'how funny Bruce is' or 'Did you know the man's got the best accuracy ever!! I got a stuffed lion half my size!!', and my very own personal most hated 'I had such a wonderful time, Lex, I couldn't say no when he asked me to do it again'. For the first time ever, I was glad Clark was speaking to me over the phone, for otherwise, I don't think he would've spoken to me again, I look positively terrifying whenever I even think of the ambiguos tales, so I must've looked like a psycopath while hearing them.

Thankfully, there was a Wayne Enterprises business metting Bruce couldn't be absent from, so the pest had left a week ago, and I could finally feel I breathed just a tad bit easier, but unfortunately, not to lung's content, for Bruce would still comunicate with Clark over the phone, MSN and mails. I vividly remember Clark mentioning he had been invited to a weekend at Wayne Manor. The nerve.


So this is why I'm sitting here, on my latest Porsche, racing my way to Kent Farm, to finally set the record straight with Clark, because I'm tired of those conversations about Bruce, I'm sick and tired of this god damned frustration, and I'm utterly fed up with Clark playing mind games on me, when I'm supposed to be the one who's the mastermind here.

Really, who does he think he's kidding?? Clark, even if he would never admit it, has been using Bruce to get to me, trying to somehow get whatever the hell he wants from me. But I can't let that happen, because even if I know Clark's throwing a mind game at me, I still can't help the monster roaring inside my chest whenever I hear his wonderful voice speak of Bruce Wayne.

Turning off the engine, I climb out of the car, and through the window at the barn, I can see that messy mop of black hair, so Clark's at the loft, seemly focused on something, for he's not moving at all. Mind made up, I walk to the loft, getting myself ready for the upcoming confrotation. As I walk, a distant memory comes to mind: I was about seventeen when I was first cheated on, and upon finding the little bitch with another, I did the only thing my mind was capable of assimilating at the moment: destroy anything in my path. Unluckily for me, the man my girlfriend was with was nearly twice my size, and even though I got a damn good piece of the guy, I didn't came out exactly intact either. The litany from Lionel at that one time was resolute.


~So instead of thinking you could find yourself someone else, you went into the room and dived right into trouble?? Are you mad, Lex?? When one finds himself in such situations, where emotions surge and whirl around you, a Luthor never lets them take over him!! You control the situation, the situation does NOT, by any chance, controls you!! We cannot afford the luxury of blinding our judgment, Lex, that is beneath us!! When you feel a situation is taking over your reason, cling to it, is the one thing to go, for reasoning is the one to get us out of that situation~


For once, I actually agree with my father, no matter what happens, I can't let my jealousy to take over me. No matter what the fuck waits for me in that barn, or what Clark might say.

The barn is unusually ajar, as if not closed carefully, but doing it no a rush and not care to take notice of it. I've seen it closed before, but it is only on rare occasions... maybe Clark's studying and doesn't want to be interrupted?? That would explain it. But hell, I'm already here, and there is no way I'm backing out of this now.

Slowly, I open the door, careful not to make a noise, for some reason, I want to surprise Clark today, and as I walk towards the stairs, I hear voices from up.

"I don't think this is a good idea" Clark says, to someone that's not on my sight, he sounds a little choked and scared. What could possible make Clark feel like this??

"Oh, come on, Clark" I can recognize that voice even if muffled by a pillow while other two thousand people are speaking at the same time. Bruce. What the fuck is he doing here?? Wasn't he supposed to be in Gotham doing what ever the hell he does over there?! "I mean, really... what's stopping us?? Lex is in Metropolis" So you think, dumbass. "And he thinks I'm in Gotham City for the next week, your parents aren't home right now... so, what's stopping you??"

What is that little piece of shit coaxing Clark into? Becuase if it takes all the said conditions, then it can't be anything good... with Clark and Bruce involved, at the least... if it were Clark and me, that's a different story.

"Sunbathing at Crater Lake?? I don't think so. Haven't you seen my skin, Its golden by nature" Sunbathing?!?! Why, that little prick.....

"Alright, then... history study time it is" Bruce sounds just a tad bit dissapointed, and I can't blame him, I'd be dissapointed if in his place as well, Sunbathing Clark beats Study time, any day.

"You don't have to do this, Bruce... Surely you got work to do, you were supposed to be in Gotham city settling--"

"I'm here, Clark. Because I want to. I wouldn't be here otherwise, so stop finding reasons to refuse my good intentions" Hurts to be turned down, doesn't it, Bruce?? Good intentions, my ass.

" I know, but... are you sure everything's alright in Wayne enterprises?? cause that call you got the other day sounded pretty urgent" A snort's heard, and I can most defenitely hear some annoyance on it.

"Everything's fine, Clark. My associates tend to exaggerate once in a while... thought this insistence of yours, seems like you're trying to get me away from you... is that what you want, Clark??" If I didn't know Clark the way I do, I'd waste a prayer and mentally beg him say yes.

"No!! No, you... you're my friend, Bruce, I-- I like your company" Why does Clark has to be so damn lovable and care so much for people so fucking quickly??

"That's a relief, for a moment there, I thought you were trying to get rid of me"

"He is..." Tired with all the nonsense, I let my presence be known, and stiffly go up the stairs, to find a pink-faced Clark looking at me with sheer horror, and Bruce sitting next to him, a smirk on his face, left eyebrow lightly raised, his left hand holding Clark's notebook. "tired of you, I mean. It's only the polite and caring side of him that won't let you know he's fed up with you flirting your balls out on him"

Clark goes from pink, to sheet white, then quickly back up to crimsom in nothing but seconds. He's gonna get a nosebleed or a heart condition if he keeps that up, but Bruce... Bruce is as calm as ever, actually smiling at my words.

"Rough words.... Are you jealous, Lex??"

"Of you??"

"Yeah... maybe he doesn't even let you flirt your balls out on him" I swear to fucking god, Bruce, I'm going to punch that smile out of your face, along with a few teeth.

"I'm long past flirting, Bruce, and I didn't even have to flirt any body part out of me, whatsoever, I'm just wondering what the fuck have you bee doing here with my boyfriend for the last five weeks"

I notice Clark go a little pale when I called him my boyfriend, his eyes widening, mouth dropping just a bit. I have never said anything of the sort to him, we would make out, touch and tease, but there were never words to formalize any type of relationship. It was just something that Clark never mentioned and I was too scared to say.

"Boyfriend?? I never knew you two had anything" Bruce's eyes are not focused on me, but centered on an accusatory level on Clark, who looks from me to him, not knowing what to say, how to react, and completely surprised by the coldness held in Bruce's voice. Yes, Clark, that is the Bruce you've never seen, the one I try to protect you from.

"Well, now you do" I quickly say, saving Clark from Bruce's scrutinizing gaze. "So if you would please leave me alone with my couple, I would very much appreciate it, I do believe I can successfully help Clark in whatever assignment you were previously working on"

A tense silence follows, in which the three of us eye each other carefully, me furiously, the situation getting more and more aggravating on my ego by the second; Bruce coldly and calculating, and Clark looking like he would fly off at the lightest chance. After a minute or two, Bruce himself brakes the silence.

"This is Clark's home, I think if anything should decide who stays and who leaves, that's him" Oh, damn, Bruce, you're making this too easy... Clark looks at Bruce, bewildered by the statement Wayne has made, as if not believeing Bruce would pull out that card. Well, wake up, Clark! Bruce can go quite far to get what he wants, I've witnessed it. And what the fuck is Clark waiting for to kick the guy out? A fucking memorandum?

"Well, Clark..." I don't even care in hiding the anger I hold, so I cross my arms, glaring at my farm boy. "Your call. Who's leaving? Because if he stays, I'll leave" I turn to look at Bruce... yeah, two can play the pushing game.

"Fine, then." Clark finally says, and for a moment, my heart stopped. Was he kicking ME out?!?! "You both leave" Clark gives a reproching glare to the both of us, before turning his back on us, and goes to the couch, focusing on his assignment again. "This is completely absurd, you act as if you could actually fight over me!"

That was the drop that filled out the cup, the fall of the thunder, the boiling point, everything to me. Screw calculated thinking, there is no way Clark's going to act as though he had been a pristine nun, after so much time knowing I don't like the guy, and after Bruce has so blatantly disrespected whatever liasion Clark and I have. We might not have anything defined, but for this undefined thing I would do more than just kill the Gotham nuisance.

"Really??" Clark looked up at me, clearly shocked by the sarcams drpping in my voice. I take it he had never seen me lose it. Well, Clark, you're in for a very big surprise. "Well, then I guess I'll have to give you something really becoming of a teenager."

"Wh--"

"Get out" I hissed, completely ignoring Clark, and taking to Bruce instead. If Clark wasn't capable of putting some fucking perspective in his life, then damn it, I would do it even if I had to punch it into him!

"As I said, this is not--"

"I don't give a fuck what you said. Get. Out. Bruce!" Call number two, you better hear this one, or else...

"Make me" Bruce had the audacity to say.

"Have you two completely--" What Clark was about to say, it was shut out by a gasp, seing how my right fist had collided with Bruce's jaw. For a moment, it all froze, Bruce holding his jaw, me glaring at him, waiting for the coming response, and Clark staring at us openly. For that moment, you could hear a needle drop in the place.

But then, the moment broke, and we all decided to brake the static at the same time: Bruce tackled me to the ground, but I didn't go down without him getting a punch to the head, and then we were tossing and turning on the floor, fighting for dominance, and hitting the other whenever one of us took charge. All the while, I could barely hear Clark in the background, trying to reason with any of us.

At an specific turn, I was getting some nice hooks in, and drew first blood, when I was suddenly grabbed by a force I never expected, and forcefully pulled up and away from my pray. Struggle was inmediate.

"God, Lex, Stop!" Paying no mind to Clark, I kept right onto trying to brake free of his vice grip, then Bruce seemed to recover, and he stood, and I saw murder in his eyes. Good, now we'll really decide who get to stay and who permanently goes.

"Let me go, Clark! If you can't keep your hands to what's yours, Bruce, then I'll show you not to touch anything of mine!"

Bruce moves towards us, and I'm sure he will strike, Clark holding me or not, but all the sudden, I'm sitting on the couch, and Clark is standing directly between Bruce and me.

"Not one more step, Bruce" There was steel in Clark's voice, and a shiver ran up and down my body, as if the cold tone set a switch on me, and electricity went up and down my body. Images of demanding Clark went throught my head at the speed of light... oh, how I would like to see that side of Clark some more. Whatever, this is not the time to think such things.

"Get out of the way, Clark, this is between cue ball and me" There was a certain edge in the man's voice, and I knew that very moment this was probably the very death of any civil attempt we might have had for the other.

"Yeah, about me!" Wow... Clark really is pissed, I've never heard him so cold, and I had that episode where he found the room I kept about him, so I got a lot of experience with Cold Clark. "Bruce, please... I need to talk to Lex"

"Oh, no, don't worry, Clark..." I interrupt, getting up from the couch. "We can talk anytime we want... braking this bastard's face is a one in a lifetime chance!" But Clark caught me mid-charge, unfortunately for him, Bruce decided to charge as well, so the fight re-started, only this time, was Clark in the middle instead of being an observer.

"God--Jesus"

Punch to the face, I think the bastard's drawn blood... Clark's hand nearly cover my whole nose as he tries to brake it apart again. I get a punch to Bruce's stomach. "Lex! Stop it" I grab a hold of Bruce's dark hair, and don't get to enjoy it, as I'm suddenly on the floor, with Bruce hitting me like there's no tomorrow.

"God, danmit, will you two fucking STOP IT!!"

I don't know which shocked me more, Clark cursing or Clark actually phisically restraining Bruce, then proceding to walk him to the door not to gently.

"And please, wait for my call before coming back, if you don't want this to get REALLY ugly!" I heard Clark from above, and I can't help but feel some sort of satisfaction. Finally, Wayne's gone, for now, and I got Clark all to myself... as soon as I get him to stop being mad at me for putting him through such a scandal.

Heavy steps come close, and when Clark reaches the second floor, there's nothing of the sweet, joyful farm boy I have grown to love, no.. there's a firey, angry Clark which is just too hot for his own good in all of his mad glory. The pink of his face, flushed with anger, the intensity in those green eyes, how his muscles seem to tense, clench, ready to strike out at any moment.

I find myself staring at the fey infront of me, and wonder what did I ever do to deserver those beautiful moments I have spent with him, and dreading that make out session we had in my study a few days would be the last one. If it really was, then I'm going to cut off my father's head for dragging me out of it and into LuthorCorp business, and my secretary's for passing on my father's message, and my driver for taking me to Luthor Corp, my chef, my gardener.. pretty much anyone I crossed my path that day.

Like an explotion, Clark lets out a troubled breath, and his face seems to some of its red, only to remain pink, and he starts walking like a caged animal, tightening and untightening his hands. Boy, he really is pissed... well, that's great, because that would make two of us, and anger is one of the most potent truth serum that's ever existed, so we are really going to come clear in this talk.

"Please, give one good reason as to why you felt like you needed to go caveman on Bruce, and don't say it's because of me, Lex, cause that's not a good enough reason, we're just friends, Lex!!" You know, thinking back on it, I think I really did lose it upon hearing Clark say this... After all this, he STILL intended to defend both himself and Bruce?!?!

"Who's the 'we are just friends', Clark?? You and me, or Bruce and you??" I ask, my voice lashing out like a whip, cold and unforgiving. Clark visibly flinches at the tone, but at the moment, I simply couldn't care less, I've been seething and hurting for the past two months, it's time Clark does a little payback. "Because honestly, I think I lost sight of who the intruder would be in this triangle"

A look of pure shock came over Clark, as if he didn't believe what I was saying, but it was quickly replaced with rage. "How can you say that?!"

"How?? HOW?!?!?!" I officially lost all rational thought at that moment. "I won't give one reason, Clark, I'll give you the whole damn list: First, you know I don't like him, you know there was a history between us, and yet you still choose to become his new little buddy. Second, knowing how I don't like him, and how you're important to me, you allow him to actually come close to you and start going up and down with dear Bruce, like a fucking couple should, like we should!! Third, He's flirting his brains out at you!! All the time, in everything he does, the way he talks, touches you, looks for you, and you have the nerve to let it happen, and even a greater nerve to tell me about it!! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?! Did you think I would just take it all in and let that bastard take you from me, well I won't, even if I have to dissapear him off the face of the Earth, he is not going to lay a single finger on you, simply because the only one who CAN touch you is ME!! FOUR!"

"You're jealous " He suddenly says, and I swear I heard a hint of amusement in his voice. I know my left eyebrow's arched, why? Cause it always does when I'm trying to control an incoming explosion of emotions... If I didn't love Clark so much, I think I'd punch him.

"Well, I'm glad you're on the case, Holmes" Clark arched an eyebrow. "And now you are, I'd recommend you get him away from you, becuase I will not allow you to parade yourself--"

"You won't ALLOW me?!?!?" He suddenly yelled, and I inmediately regretted my words, now Clark has something to grab on to me, a slip, to hit me back, I stupidly insinuated I had some sort of control over him, when there was nothing really stablished between us both.

"Allow me, Lex?!?!" Clark ranted on, and I had no other choice but to shut my mouth, and absorb the consequences of my emotional outburst. "You have no reason, whatsoever to forbid me from doing nothing! Why, because we're nothing!"

"Now, Clark, I don't think it is fair to qualify our relationship as 'nothing'" I calmly say, trying to calm the tension a little. Predictably, my efforts were in vain, for Clark looked every inch of himself pissed.

"Yes, Lex, we're nothing. We met, and talk like friends, but you and I know we're not friends, not anymore; we kiss, and tease and touch each other, like boyfriends and lovers, but we're not neither boyfriends nor lovers; we're not acquaintances, brothers, family, team, school or workmates, have no concrete bond in any way, so we're none of the previously mentioned, so we're nothing"

"Clark..." I said, los and slowly, his name coming out in a way it has never come out of my mouth before, like a pain more than a relief. "Listen, we may be a lot of things, we may not be a lot of things, but trust me, we are not a nothing. I love you, damn it, how can I have a nothing with someone I love!?!? Its ridiculous, the 'nothing' status doesn't even exist!"

Silence reigns over the place, and I see Clark looking at me, esmerald eyes widely opened, surprise and confusion written all over his face. Then it dawns on me what my trecharous mouth said in the heat of passion... oh, shit! I told him I loved him, the truth is out, there's no coming back now, all this time I was petrified of coming too close, of letting him know too much, so he wouldn't have this power over me, but now he does... and I'm screwed. Reduced to a quivering mass of despair clinging to the little hope that this gorgeous man wouldn't be just crushed or infatuated, but on the same emotional level as me. I didn't plan it like this, I wanted to define us first, to know how he feels, have a safety web under the thin rope I'm walking through, not blindly throw myself to the abyss.

"You... love me??" Clark's voiuce sounded so small, so tiny and unsure, as if scared of my answer, but strong enough to brake my thoughts, my chastening of myself, and just look at the beautiful man before me, waiting, his gorgeous eyes practically begging for my response, to please tell him the truth, to just please come clean once and for all.

A struggle issues, I want to say yes, to let him know how I feel, that my intentions are real, and how I just want to be with him, but antoher part of me wants to elude the question, not to let him know the power he know holds over me, not fall into his powers so damn easily. Me eyes brake contact with his, and I find myself staring at my stupidly expensive shoes, and I can hear him sigh, surely he now believes everything I'll say its a lie, but I just can't choose... mind, or heart, feeling or reason... Biting my lips, I look up and my eyes find his, still expecting.

"I do, Clark, I really do love you" I softly whisper, and the only way I know he's heard me, its the shaky breath he lets out, a slight widening of his eyes, but he doesn't make a move, not one at all, and quite frankly, I don't blame it, I'm scared out of my ass to move too, should he accept me, but at the same time, I'm petrified to stay, should he reject me.

Suddenly, the static brakes, and he's moving towards me, a steel determination reflecting in his eyes, while I freeze, the only certain thing in my mind is to face off whatever is going through Clark's head, but I don't get to think much, anyways, and the moment I come at arm's reach from him, he reaches out to me, holding my neck, and puching me forward, to him, as he moves to me, and our lips meet in a somewhat sloppy kiss, but the sparks behind are worth a little spit.

It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up with my body, meaning it took a while for me to conciously react, and take control of the situation, but in those precious seconds, I had somehow ended up on the couch, with a very clingly and passionate farm boy kneeling over me.

"Clark..."

" Don't say anything" he whispers against my mouth, biting his upper lip. "I wanted to hear that for so long, Lex... I don't want you to say anything else." Then he smiles, lining my lips with his index finger. "I love you too, by the way"

This time, I iniciated the kissing, and it was much softer and worked, we were both savoring the moment, indulgin in the confortness of the other's arms, and just expressing the previously said confessions. I brake the kiss again.

"You will never speak to any man again, you hear?" Alright, I know he loves me and all, and I trust him with all my heart, but there are other billions of people in the world I wouldn't give the time to, less of all come close to my Clark. "You'll forget Bruce ever existed, and--"

"Whatever, Lex" What is it with him and interrupting me today? Mhm... kissing again, this time accompained by seekng hands skeeming over my chest, playing with the buttons. Stop feeling, Lex, you were saying something important.

"I mean it, Clark..." I brake the kiss again, and grabbing a hold of his hands, letting him know every word I say is fully meant. "You're mine. I won't let anyone else touch or even come close to you. From this moment you said you loved me, you belong to me, until the day the worms are eating out your corpse"

"A little possessive aren't you?" He said, laughter in his voice, but I could feel the rapid grewth bettween his legs at the exact moment I said the possessive words. To back up my words, my arms go around his waist, and I pull him down, so ours bodies meet, and clash, tight against the other, a delightful friction giving just the needed edge to my words.

"I want you..." I softly say, licking his lips, kissing him lightly, a total constrast to the rest of our bodies. "for myself... is that so bad?? Will you be mine, Clark?? forever?"



Ck: Aahh... such a long time, eh??
C: I'm gonna kill her /charges at V, Lex tries to hold him back/ Let me go!! let me go!!
L: Clark!! If you kill her, we'll never see the end of this fic...
C: You're right... but when she's over with it, I'll kill her.
Ck: Fine, whatever, when I'm done with you, i'll return you to Warner Bros.
L: What took you so long??
Ck: Well... I was having a roguh time at college and the hospitatls
L/gasping/: were you sick??
Ck: No, I'm a medicine student
C: Oohh...
Ck: so anyways, you know it's hard for me to write a graphic sex scene, and this chapter had one
C: Where is it???
Ck: but it turned out to be such a long chapter, that I divided it in two, and there would be the graphic scene...
L: That explains the lack of action
C: But you could've done it a little less cliche, you know, the Brue way line its so wasted...
Ck: And also, i've been in a lot of pressure lately, what with all the knifes and--
C: You tried to commit suicide before finishing our fic?!?!?!
Ck: Geez, clark, thanks for acting like you care about me... ¬¬
L: But really, did you try to kill yourself??
Ck: No... its just that Im on vacation, and when that happens, my mom throws the kitchen under my responsability, and cleaning too, and I'm so beat when I'm done, I can't write
L: there's a lame ass excuse...
Ck: Yeah, but at least I got to break bonds from my family
C: You ran away form home?!?!?!?!?!
Ck: No, I went to New york, to see my brother, you should see my nephew, he's just so... cuuuuuuuute!!!
C n' L: ¬¬'
Ck: and also, I haven't been watching small--
L: Your'e not watching smallville?!?!?!?!?!
Ck: No.........................................
C: Why you... you.... you.... TRAITOR!!!!!!
Ck: Well, it's been repeating the chapter on my stupid country, and I got no cable... Im stuck on seven five after seing the whole 6, haven't seen 7!!!! I got no inspiration, whatsoever..... /sobbing pathetically/ I got no new Clex moments to be inspired byyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!! WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
C n' L: That's still no excuse ¬¬'
Ck: you are just so... arhg!! / marches off and leaves/
C: Why, that little, unresponsable...
L: do you know what she just did??
C: What??
L: She just left us hanging, after an unbearably large amount of time, with no reasonable excuse to it... actually, that was quite smart of her...
C: Why, that... i'll catch her with my super speed!!
L: Don't bother... We'll catch her with our brains...
C: Huh???
L /tappin on the screen/ hey you, you... reader... If you want hot, steamy sex between Clark and I, I have a favor to ask... FLAME!!! have no mercy, yell at her lateness, her lack of gratitude, her miserable gramatical skill--
C: Her nasty habit of chewing her nails!!!
L: ¬¬'....................... please, just yell, review... flame... don'te let this slip of hers go by...........................