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seriousficTitle: This Cancels Out The Hurt
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Lex/Gina
Word Count: 347
Continuity: Takes place during 7x16 – Descent.
Prompt: 3 - This Cancels Out The Hurt
He’d said his piece and, their business concluded, he expected Gina to leave. Just leave him there, mourning his father’s death. Regretting slaying the monster. With a scotch in one hand and his father’s blood on the other.
Lex wasn’t even bothering with a glass. The bottle hung from loose fingers, swaying in a circle as he worked it around in his hand. The other hand was twitching weirdly. Gina wondered how long it’d been since it’d held the gun that had killed Lionel Luthor.
He was staring off into space, his eyes moving from side to side as if trying to track something at the corner of his vision. He pulled himself away from it to look at her, wondering why she was still there while at the same time not caring. He expected her to leave.
Instead, she dropped to her knees and took his hand. It was cold and clammy as dew on a gravestone. Gina brought it to her mouth, tugging the heaviness of the scotch along. She kissed the back of his hand, weirdly disconcerted by the saltiness of his sweat on her tongue. It was the hair. There wasn’t the fine hair she’d have expected to find. It was just skin, smooth and surprisingly soft.
She kissed the back of his knuckles and the enamel of his manicure, licked the webbing of his hands until Lex yielded and let her pry the bottle out of his hands. She laid it aside, then took off his shoes for him. Put his legs up on a footrest and even wiped a little of the sweat from his brow.
“Are you done?” he asked in the voice that flared up when someone hadn’t lived up to his standards. The voice that had never been directed at her until just then.
Gina looked over at the bottle, his fingerprints still emblazoned on it. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“Good.” He seemed to relax a little, settling back into his chair with muscles loosening. “You know your job. Go do it.”
Gina took the bottle with her.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Lex/Gina
Word Count: 347
Continuity: Takes place during 7x16 – Descent.
Prompt: 3 - This Cancels Out The Hurt
He’d said his piece and, their business concluded, he expected Gina to leave. Just leave him there, mourning his father’s death. Regretting slaying the monster. With a scotch in one hand and his father’s blood on the other.
Lex wasn’t even bothering with a glass. The bottle hung from loose fingers, swaying in a circle as he worked it around in his hand. The other hand was twitching weirdly. Gina wondered how long it’d been since it’d held the gun that had killed Lionel Luthor.
He was staring off into space, his eyes moving from side to side as if trying to track something at the corner of his vision. He pulled himself away from it to look at her, wondering why she was still there while at the same time not caring. He expected her to leave.
Instead, she dropped to her knees and took his hand. It was cold and clammy as dew on a gravestone. Gina brought it to her mouth, tugging the heaviness of the scotch along. She kissed the back of his hand, weirdly disconcerted by the saltiness of his sweat on her tongue. It was the hair. There wasn’t the fine hair she’d have expected to find. It was just skin, smooth and surprisingly soft.
She kissed the back of his knuckles and the enamel of his manicure, licked the webbing of his hands until Lex yielded and let her pry the bottle out of his hands. She laid it aside, then took off his shoes for him. Put his legs up on a footrest and even wiped a little of the sweat from his brow.
“Are you done?” he asked in the voice that flared up when someone hadn’t lived up to his standards. The voice that had never been directed at her until just then.
Gina looked over at the bottle, his fingerprints still emblazoned on it. “Yes, I suppose so.”
“Good.” He seemed to relax a little, settling back into his chair with muscles loosening. “You know your job. Go do it.”
Gina took the bottle with her.
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Date: 2008-05-08 04:00 pm (UTC)I loved this description here:
It was cold and clammy as dwe on a gravestone.
And the attention to detail, like with the part about Lex not having any hair on his hands and he has a manicure! of course he has a manicure!
And then this:
“Are you done?” he asked in the voice that flared up when someone hadn’t lived up to his standards.
Is just pure. perfect. Lex.
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2008-05-09 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-26 12:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-26 01:53 am (UTC)Nicely done.
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Date: 2008-05-26 03:00 am (UTC)