Fill: Cross over, Mary Jane/ Lois Lane, it's not cheating if you don't remember your husband.ryu19January 29 2012, 16:53:28 UTC
Amid the gaudy glitz and glam of Vegas, under the lights of one of the crappier casinos Lois had ever been in, was the most stunning woman she'd ever seen.
Long red hair, piercing green eyes, and a hefty amount of curves drew Lois's attention to the sway of her hips as she walked by.
Was she a model?
A visiting dignitary?
No, none of those things, she realized as the night went on. She was merely a tourist, leaving New York for the city of sin for a spell.
Lois herself had ended up there for similar reasons. She just felt out of place in Metropolis. So she had come here.
She didn't approach Mary Jane with a lame hookup line, didn't touch the curves that drove her wild, merely sat down beside her and ordered a drink.
For Mary Jane, the woman sitting beside her is beautiful but strong as well, in a way she wishes she could be. Lois's eyes bore into her as tehy talked.
Mary Jane found the courage and kissed her fifteen minutes into the conversation.
What followed gave her a sense of belonging, a place where she could be all that she saw in Lois, without the need for costumed heroes to come save her.
She found it in a small hotel, screaming Lois's name as she let herself go.
Found it in the embrace Lois offered afterwards, the strong, comforting, somethings she whispered to her as she mewled weakly.
Later, Lois watches the rise and fall of her chest, and takes in how spent she herself is.
Still, the reporter figures, she could go again.
All it would take would be those green eyes and a view of those dripping folds, glistening as she lay spread open before her.
Long red hair, piercing green eyes, and a hefty amount of curves drew Lois's attention to the sway of her hips as she walked by.
Was she a model?
A visiting dignitary?
No, none of those things, she realized as the night went on. She was merely a tourist, leaving New York for the city of sin for a spell.
Lois herself had ended up there for similar reasons. She just felt out of place in Metropolis. So she had come here.
She didn't approach Mary Jane with a lame hookup line, didn't touch the curves that drove her wild, merely sat down beside her and ordered a drink.
For Mary Jane, the woman sitting beside her is beautiful but strong as well, in a way she wishes she could be. Lois's eyes bore into her as tehy talked.
Mary Jane found the courage and kissed her fifteen minutes into the conversation.
What followed gave her a sense of belonging, a place where she could be all that she saw in Lois, without the need for costumed heroes to come save her.
She found it in a small hotel, screaming Lois's name as she let herself go.
Found it in the embrace Lois offered afterwards, the strong, comforting, somethings she whispered to her as she mewled weakly.
Later, Lois watches the rise and fall of her chest, and takes in how spent she herself is.
Still, the reporter figures, she could go again.
All it would take would be those green eyes and a view of those dripping folds, glistening as she lay spread open before her.
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