SV-drabble 100/Lana and Sex
Lana and Sex-for drabble100
Lex-2/middle
Sometimes, in the middle of making love, she knew Lex was somewhere else, with someone else. He never called out another name, but she knew. She wondered if it was Helen or Desiree--wondered if it was any of the myriad women he'd had, or if it was some fantasy. Someone hotter, wilder than her.
Once, she asked him, and she shivered under the look in his eyes, before he blinked and was the sweet Lex he always was with her. Sometimes, before, she'd wish she was the person he was with in his head, after that, she never did.
Clark-51/water
Lana had always thought Clark drinking water should qualify as pornography. They could put him in an ad for tap water, and bottled would go out of business. The way he took deep draughts, big hands clasped around the glass, droplets beading over tanned skin; the way he carelessly licked away the excess moisture afterwards--it made her blush every time she handed him a glass.
She’d never admit it, but she had actually masturbated to the memory, during the period when he wouldn't touch her. His hands on her, his tongue, licking away her wetness, quenching both their thirsts.
Pete-56/breakfast
The morning after, Pete made her breakfast. Pancakes, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Her dad used to make breakfast for her mom, and he'd let her squeeze the oranges, hard as her tiny hands could manage, let her carefully pour syrup over the pancakes.
Pete wasn't something she ever planned, and it was nothing like with Lex or Clark. No anxiety, no danger, no surprises. In bed he was gentle, easing his hands over her like she was glass, trying so hard--too hard. Still, when she saw that breakfast laid out, she knew she was going to marry him.
Chloe-63/summer(150)
It was the first summer in years that things were quiet in Smallville. No tornadoes or meteors or people disappearing. It was also the summer that she and Chloe were lovers. Sometimes Lana tells herself that it's because there was no one else around. Lex had moved back to Metropolis, Clark was off training, finally like his father wanted, and Lois, having decided that she definitely wanted to be a reporter, was off globe-hopping her way on to the front page.
She tells herself that it's their college experimentation deferred, but the truth is, it's mostly because Chloe's skin turns golden under the sun by Crater lake, and her laugh ripples across Lana's skin, and her mouth tastes like the pink lemonade they drink by the gallons. She makes Lana want, and after playing the game with Clark and Lex for so long, Lana's learned to take what she wants.
Lana-39/taste
Her nipples harden under tweaking fingers. Pleasure surges through her as she pinches just past the comfort level. Her eyes are closed, beads of sweat trickle down the small of her back, and her nape. She bites her lip, sliding two fingers into the wet heat between her legs, and then bringing them up to her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the digits.
She tastes salty, her juices slick on her tongue. Lana moans, dipping her fingers down again, arching up against her own hand and grinding down with the heel against her clitoris until she comes with soft shudders.
Stranger-82/deaf
After a while they stopped shouting. It all fell on deaf ears anyway. They couldn't hear each other any more. They stop touching, stopped talking, they were like strangers sharing a life. The first time they fucked, angry and hurt, harsh words on their lips, teeth bared, Lana came so hard she almost blacked out.
The farther apart they grew, the better the sex. After they signed the divorce papers, Lana met him in the stairwell of the courthouse and they fucked goodbye against the wall. It was incredible, and they were both crying when he pulled out of her.
Lex-16/purple
The purple sheets weirded her out. Purple was for royalty, she got that, but she never got used to them, and when she moved in, she made sure they were never on the bed. She knew Lex noticed, but he never said anything. At the time, she thought it was because he loved her and the sheets weren't really that important. Now she knows she was wrong about both things.
She wonders if she'd understood, if she'd kept the sheets, if it would have made a difference. If she could have missed something fundamental about her husband in purple sheets.
Clark-54/air
Every time with Clark was like flying. Soaring through the air, breathless and weightless. When she was young, the first time she was with him, she'd thought that was the best thing ever, that anything that didn't compare to that wasn't true love. Years later, even after all that’s happened, when she is with him again, it's the same. Zooming, floating, above everything, until she can almost touch heaven. This time though, she knows that the problem with flying is that you still need to touch the ground, and she and Clark have never had anything solid under their feet.
Jason-57/lunch
After he almost ran her down, Jason took her to lunch. Looking across the table at his open smile, Lana decided he was going to be her first. She was in Paris, and she had just met a gorgeous guy. It was silly to hold on to some fantasy of what could be.
It should have been easy--he was sweet, honest; everything she didn't know she appreciated until it was gone--still somehow it never happened.
When she found out what the truth, she was thankful she'd never given in. It was a small victory, but it was hers.
Whitney-46/king
He was a king and when they started dating, her status at school shot straight to the A list. Nell was completely thrilled. Lana loved it at first--loved him. She wasn't naive, she knew he'd want to have sex. He was older, and he was Whitney-he could have anybody, so Lana prepared herself, and waited. They kissed, cuddled, chastely made out, but no more. Eventually she wondered what was so wrong with her that Whitney wouldn't even try. The sad thing was, when Tina touched her, kissed her, it was with more passion than the real Whitney ever had.
Lex-2/middle
Sometimes, in the middle of making love, she knew Lex was somewhere else, with someone else. He never called out another name, but she knew. She wondered if it was Helen or Desiree--wondered if it was any of the myriad women he'd had, or if it was some fantasy. Someone hotter, wilder than her.
Once, she asked him, and she shivered under the look in his eyes, before he blinked and was the sweet Lex he always was with her. Sometimes, before, she'd wish she was the person he was with in his head, after that, she never did.
Clark-51/water
Lana had always thought Clark drinking water should qualify as pornography. They could put him in an ad for tap water, and bottled would go out of business. The way he took deep draughts, big hands clasped around the glass, droplets beading over tanned skin; the way he carelessly licked away the excess moisture afterwards--it made her blush every time she handed him a glass.
She’d never admit it, but she had actually masturbated to the memory, during the period when he wouldn't touch her. His hands on her, his tongue, licking away her wetness, quenching both their thirsts.
Pete-56/breakfast
The morning after, Pete made her breakfast. Pancakes, and fresh squeezed orange juice. Her dad used to make breakfast for her mom, and he'd let her squeeze the oranges, hard as her tiny hands could manage, let her carefully pour syrup over the pancakes.
Pete wasn't something she ever planned, and it was nothing like with Lex or Clark. No anxiety, no danger, no surprises. In bed he was gentle, easing his hands over her like she was glass, trying so hard--too hard. Still, when she saw that breakfast laid out, she knew she was going to marry him.
Chloe-63/summer(150)
It was the first summer in years that things were quiet in Smallville. No tornadoes or meteors or people disappearing. It was also the summer that she and Chloe were lovers. Sometimes Lana tells herself that it's because there was no one else around. Lex had moved back to Metropolis, Clark was off training, finally like his father wanted, and Lois, having decided that she definitely wanted to be a reporter, was off globe-hopping her way on to the front page.
She tells herself that it's their college experimentation deferred, but the truth is, it's mostly because Chloe's skin turns golden under the sun by Crater lake, and her laugh ripples across Lana's skin, and her mouth tastes like the pink lemonade they drink by the gallons. She makes Lana want, and after playing the game with Clark and Lex for so long, Lana's learned to take what she wants.
Lana-39/taste
Her nipples harden under tweaking fingers. Pleasure surges through her as she pinches just past the comfort level. Her eyes are closed, beads of sweat trickle down the small of her back, and her nape. She bites her lip, sliding two fingers into the wet heat between her legs, and then bringing them up to her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the digits.
She tastes salty, her juices slick on her tongue. Lana moans, dipping her fingers down again, arching up against her own hand and grinding down with the heel against her clitoris until she comes with soft shudders.
Stranger-82/deaf
After a while they stopped shouting. It all fell on deaf ears anyway. They couldn't hear each other any more. They stop touching, stopped talking, they were like strangers sharing a life. The first time they fucked, angry and hurt, harsh words on their lips, teeth bared, Lana came so hard she almost blacked out.
The farther apart they grew, the better the sex. After they signed the divorce papers, Lana met him in the stairwell of the courthouse and they fucked goodbye against the wall. It was incredible, and they were both crying when he pulled out of her.
Lex-16/purple
The purple sheets weirded her out. Purple was for royalty, she got that, but she never got used to them, and when she moved in, she made sure they were never on the bed. She knew Lex noticed, but he never said anything. At the time, she thought it was because he loved her and the sheets weren't really that important. Now she knows she was wrong about both things.
She wonders if she'd understood, if she'd kept the sheets, if it would have made a difference. If she could have missed something fundamental about her husband in purple sheets.
Clark-54/air
Every time with Clark was like flying. Soaring through the air, breathless and weightless. When she was young, the first time she was with him, she'd thought that was the best thing ever, that anything that didn't compare to that wasn't true love. Years later, even after all that’s happened, when she is with him again, it's the same. Zooming, floating, above everything, until she can almost touch heaven. This time though, she knows that the problem with flying is that you still need to touch the ground, and she and Clark have never had anything solid under their feet.
Jason-57/lunch
After he almost ran her down, Jason took her to lunch. Looking across the table at his open smile, Lana decided he was going to be her first. She was in Paris, and she had just met a gorgeous guy. It was silly to hold on to some fantasy of what could be.
It should have been easy--he was sweet, honest; everything she didn't know she appreciated until it was gone--still somehow it never happened.
When she found out what the truth, she was thankful she'd never given in. It was a small victory, but it was hers.
Whitney-46/king
He was a king and when they started dating, her status at school shot straight to the A list. Nell was completely thrilled. Lana loved it at first--loved him. She wasn't naive, she knew he'd want to have sex. He was older, and he was Whitney-he could have anybody, so Lana prepared herself, and waited. They kissed, cuddled, chastely made out, but no more. Eventually she wondered what was so wrong with her that Whitney wouldn't even try. The sad thing was, when Tina touched her, kissed her, it was with more passion than the real Whitney ever had.