C'était prévisible, je me suis remise à lire du Clex, parce que bon, en ce moment, Smallville is love.
Je viens donc de lire Frantic (or, The Day They Were no Porkchops) de Jenn.
teh pitch : Clark et Lex essayent d'échapper à un krypto-blob monstrueux.
*n'a pas du tout explosé de rire pendant une heure et demi*
Morceau choisi :
"Lex, we're *deadly enemies*. You try to kill me with crazy, mind-controlled chickens! And that is so your goo."
Five buttons.
"Yes," Lex breathes agreeably, but his eyes haven't been anywhere near Clark's face for the last few minutes, studying how Clark's jeans cover jack shit. Clark tries to breathe. "Yes. I made sentient goo to chase us across the country, specifically to seduce you in my slowly-decompressing lab, right before I die of suffocation. That sounds like something I'd do."
The scary part is, it *does*. "Will you stop--we have to figure out what to do!"
"I was thinking we could start with blowjobs." Six buttons. Oh God, buttons. Buttons, buttons everywhere--*stop looking*. That's deadly enemy skin!
Season 5!Lex serait totalement capable de faire ça.
Funniest. Fic. Ever.
