Fic: Sweet Ride, Clex drabble
Title: Sweet Ride
Author: Jenny Wrayne
Pairing: Clex, other
Rating: PG-13
Warning: S3 set after Velocity
Clark saw Lex's new Lamborghini blur past the Talon recklessly. He hoped Lex would survive his own driving and let him take a spin sometime. That was a hell of a sweet ride. He walked into the Talon and sat down next to Pete. Not ten minutes later, Lex strolled in and swept his gaze over the crowd. Clark waved. Lex smiled, put on hand in his jacket pocket, and stalked over in his direction. "How are you, Clark?"
"Not bad. I'd be better if you took me out for a ride." Clark grinned cheekily. Pete leaned back and grimaced.
"Dude."
"What?" Clark asked, oblivious.
"He doesn't know what he's saying." Lex sat beside him. "Well, if you can wait for my coffee, you, me, and the Porsche can go for a threesome."
"Ha ha. I thought you had MAL today?"
"No, he's in Metropolis." Lex tilted his head at Clark's blank expression. "I'm letting our boys there study his software."
"I just saw you drive past!" Clark laughed. Lex raised a brow and pulled out his cell phone. "What?"
"I'm a generous man, Clark, but these joyrides have to stop." He stood and dialed his security in Metropolis. "At least when it comes to the Lamborghini. Hell, I'd have even busted you if you'd stolen that one."
"I uh..."
"Shut up, Clark. I have to track MAL down."
"Better cool it, man." Pete whispered. Clark watched Lex yelling at his security guard. After Clark could hear the poor man on the other end crying, Lex snapped his cell shut and turned to Clark.
"What direction was it headed?"
"I'll go with you." Clark jumped up and followed him. Pete sighed. Those two.
Moments later Lex was speeding down the road, on his cell phone, trying to track down his beloved Lamb. Clark covered his eyes and hoped he wouldn't have to rip Lex's limp body out of another car crash.
"We've got him." Lex announced, hanging a U-turn and pealing down the road. They skidded to a stop on the soft green grass of the make-out hill. There he was. The silver Murcielago Auto Lamborghini. The windows were covered in a thick fog. Lex flung himself out of the Porsche and barreled toward the stolen car. Clark ran after him. He might have to keep Lex from killing the driver.
Lex opened the door, and two people fell out, half clothed onto the ground. Clark's mouth fell open.
"Chloe?"
"You broke through my security?" Lex asked angrily.
"What?" Chloe raised her hands to pull her open shirt together. "What are you talking about?"
Her partner sat up leisurely. Clark looked over the short, messy dark hair. The large hazel eyes blinking disinterestedly. The bowed full lips.
"I took the car. My bad."
Lex narrowed his eyes intensely at the person brushing off worn, threadbare jeans beside Chloe, who was now turning red.
"I can't believe you stole that car!" she hissed.
"I can't believe you thought it was mine." Plump lips curved and the person cupped Chloe's chin. The white t-shirt with rolled sleeves stretched over a perky pair of breasts.
Clark almost fell over. That was a girl. A very skinny, boyish girl. But it was a girl.
"Who are you?" Lex demanded. "And how did you get past my security systems?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She rolled her eyes and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her jeans. Before she lit up, Lex grabbed her hand. Clark tensed and readied himself to protect her.
"You don't understand. You bypassed one of the most expensive security systems in the country. I want to hire you."
She raised her brows and pushed her lips forward thoughtfully. "For real?"
Lex nodded and held out the keys to the Porsche. "Consider it an advance. If you have a name and would like to work for me."
"Sweet. I'm Mercy Graves." She reached for the keys. Lex pulled them back.
"Gimme the keys to my Lamb."
She turned around, stuck her pert ass in the air, and fetched the keys out of the car. "Here ya go."
Lex plucked them eagerly out of her hand and gave her the keys to the Porsche and a card. "Call my secretary in Metropolis, and she'll set you up with an appointment."
Mercy looked at the card curiously, then turned to Chloe. "Hey, I got a job! Wanna celebrate?"
Chloe caught Lex's eye. He shrugged. "My security sucks. It would be nice to have someone on the job who knew something about security systems."
"Your security does suck." She informed him.
Lex was inspecting his precious Lamb. "We'll see what you can do about that."
Clark turned to Chloe and looked at her questioningly. Mercy slipped her arm around Chloe's waist, grabbed her ass, and grinned at the both of them. "Seeya tomorrow, Boss."
Lex ignored them as the girls left in his shiny red Porsche. Clark frowned and walked up behind Lex. He petted the silver finish and pressed his cheek to the cold metal adoringly.
"Uh, do you want to be alone?"
"Not really. Didn't you want a ride?" Lex turned and grinned mischievously. "The windows are already fogged and everything."
Author: Jenny Wrayne
Pairing: Clex, other
Rating: PG-13
Warning: S3 set after Velocity
Clark saw Lex's new Lamborghini blur past the Talon recklessly. He hoped Lex would survive his own driving and let him take a spin sometime. That was a hell of a sweet ride. He walked into the Talon and sat down next to Pete. Not ten minutes later, Lex strolled in and swept his gaze over the crowd. Clark waved. Lex smiled, put on hand in his jacket pocket, and stalked over in his direction. "How are you, Clark?"
"Not bad. I'd be better if you took me out for a ride." Clark grinned cheekily. Pete leaned back and grimaced.
"Dude."
"What?" Clark asked, oblivious.
"He doesn't know what he's saying." Lex sat beside him. "Well, if you can wait for my coffee, you, me, and the Porsche can go for a threesome."
"Ha ha. I thought you had MAL today?"
"No, he's in Metropolis." Lex tilted his head at Clark's blank expression. "I'm letting our boys there study his software."
"I just saw you drive past!" Clark laughed. Lex raised a brow and pulled out his cell phone. "What?"
"I'm a generous man, Clark, but these joyrides have to stop." He stood and dialed his security in Metropolis. "At least when it comes to the Lamborghini. Hell, I'd have even busted you if you'd stolen that one."
"I uh..."
"Shut up, Clark. I have to track MAL down."
"Better cool it, man." Pete whispered. Clark watched Lex yelling at his security guard. After Clark could hear the poor man on the other end crying, Lex snapped his cell shut and turned to Clark.
"What direction was it headed?"
"I'll go with you." Clark jumped up and followed him. Pete sighed. Those two.
Moments later Lex was speeding down the road, on his cell phone, trying to track down his beloved Lamb. Clark covered his eyes and hoped he wouldn't have to rip Lex's limp body out of another car crash.
"We've got him." Lex announced, hanging a U-turn and pealing down the road. They skidded to a stop on the soft green grass of the make-out hill. There he was. The silver Murcielago Auto Lamborghini. The windows were covered in a thick fog. Lex flung himself out of the Porsche and barreled toward the stolen car. Clark ran after him. He might have to keep Lex from killing the driver.
Lex opened the door, and two people fell out, half clothed onto the ground. Clark's mouth fell open.
"Chloe?"
"You broke through my security?" Lex asked angrily.
"What?" Chloe raised her hands to pull her open shirt together. "What are you talking about?"
Her partner sat up leisurely. Clark looked over the short, messy dark hair. The large hazel eyes blinking disinterestedly. The bowed full lips.
"I took the car. My bad."
Lex narrowed his eyes intensely at the person brushing off worn, threadbare jeans beside Chloe, who was now turning red.
"I can't believe you stole that car!" she hissed.
"I can't believe you thought it was mine." Plump lips curved and the person cupped Chloe's chin. The white t-shirt with rolled sleeves stretched over a perky pair of breasts.
Clark almost fell over. That was a girl. A very skinny, boyish girl. But it was a girl.
"Who are you?" Lex demanded. "And how did you get past my security systems?"
"Wouldn't you like to know." She rolled her eyes and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her jeans. Before she lit up, Lex grabbed her hand. Clark tensed and readied himself to protect her.
"You don't understand. You bypassed one of the most expensive security systems in the country. I want to hire you."
She raised her brows and pushed her lips forward thoughtfully. "For real?"
Lex nodded and held out the keys to the Porsche. "Consider it an advance. If you have a name and would like to work for me."
"Sweet. I'm Mercy Graves." She reached for the keys. Lex pulled them back.
"Gimme the keys to my Lamb."
She turned around, stuck her pert ass in the air, and fetched the keys out of the car. "Here ya go."
Lex plucked them eagerly out of her hand and gave her the keys to the Porsche and a card. "Call my secretary in Metropolis, and she'll set you up with an appointment."
Mercy looked at the card curiously, then turned to Chloe. "Hey, I got a job! Wanna celebrate?"
Chloe caught Lex's eye. He shrugged. "My security sucks. It would be nice to have someone on the job who knew something about security systems."
"Your security does suck." She informed him.
Lex was inspecting his precious Lamb. "We'll see what you can do about that."
Clark turned to Chloe and looked at her questioningly. Mercy slipped her arm around Chloe's waist, grabbed her ass, and grinned at the both of them. "Seeya tomorrow, Boss."
Lex ignored them as the girls left in his shiny red Porsche. Clark frowned and walked up behind Lex. He petted the silver finish and pressed his cheek to the cold metal adoringly.
"Uh, do you want to be alone?"
"Not really. Didn't you want a ride?" Lex turned and grinned mischievously. "The windows are already fogged and everything."