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crack_van2010-05-15 01:43 pm
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Did Somebody Say Beef Bourguignon? by Ava_Jamison (NC-17)
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Length: 2500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ava_jamison
Why this must be read:
Because there isn't enough long-married Clark/Lois smut, and this is nearly a perfect example of it. The rhythm of Clark and Lois's life and their conversation is pitch-perfect, all the little details of a loving and happy marriage ring absolutely true. The sex is hot and very organic to the story, a snapshot of two busy people who love each other very much, juggling meals and jobs and shopping and saving the world.
Excerpt: She heard him clanking around, pulling out dishes. He had a mixing bowl half-filled with whatever brand of veggie crumbles he liked this month and was measuring out cornflakes by the time she waltzed back in and twirled, barefoot, in the tiny breakfast nook.
Clark wolf-whistled.
“Thought you’d like it.” She smoothed burgundy fabric over her hips. “Sleeveless, though. I’ll need to bring a wrap—”
“And shoes.” The cornflakes crunched under Clark’s rolling pin. “You could wear those really nice red ones—”
“Does it look okay in the back?”
“Don’t know if I should tell you this, but I can see your panty line, Miss Lane.”
“Really?” Lois tried to peer over her shoulder, flicking at the satin that clung to her butt. “I looked in the mirror and I didn’t see… Where do you see a line, Clark? I’m wearing a thong.”
“A black lace thong.”
“Okay—” Lois crossed her arms. “That was cheating, Kent.”
Did Somebody Say Beef Bourguignon?
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Length: 2500 words
Author on LJ:
ava_jamisonWhy this must be read:
Because there isn't enough long-married Clark/Lois smut, and this is nearly a perfect example of it. The rhythm of Clark and Lois's life and their conversation is pitch-perfect, all the little details of a loving and happy marriage ring absolutely true. The sex is hot and very organic to the story, a snapshot of two busy people who love each other very much, juggling meals and jobs and shopping and saving the world.
Excerpt: She heard him clanking around, pulling out dishes. He had a mixing bowl half-filled with whatever brand of veggie crumbles he liked this month and was measuring out cornflakes by the time she waltzed back in and twirled, barefoot, in the tiny breakfast nook.
Clark wolf-whistled.
“Thought you’d like it.” She smoothed burgundy fabric over her hips. “Sleeveless, though. I’ll need to bring a wrap—”
“And shoes.” The cornflakes crunched under Clark’s rolling pin. “You could wear those really nice red ones—”
“Does it look okay in the back?”
“Don’t know if I should tell you this, but I can see your panty line, Miss Lane.”
“Really?” Lois tried to peer over her shoulder, flicking at the satin that clung to her butt. “I looked in the mirror and I didn’t see… Where do you see a line, Clark? I’m wearing a thong.”
“A black lace thong.”
“Okay—” Lois crossed her arms. “That was cheating, Kent.”
Did Somebody Say Beef Bourguignon?
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