Lex Luthor (
capable_of) wrote2009-02-15 03:22 am
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For Anatoly
Another morning dawned on Tabula Rasa and Lex was stretched out beside Anatoly, debating whether or not to open his eyes and attempt to get out of bed. Instead, he just moved closer into Anatoly's arms, relishing the feel of waking up like this. He sighed softly and finally took advantage of his favorite part of the morning. A hand reached up and stroked the Russian's stubbled cheek. It was a simple pleasure but a pleasure all the same.
Before he was a woman, this had been enough. But things had changed when he'd been female, mainly, they had finally come together, wholly and completely. And now that he was male again...there was nothing. They'd gone back to how they had been before, but now Lex, well to be blunt, he missed the sex.
He knew he should bring itup, ask Anatoly about it...but for the moment, he just wanted to stroke the sleeping man's cheek and watch half-lidded as he stirred.
Before he was a woman, this had been enough. But things had changed when he'd been female, mainly, they had finally come together, wholly and completely. And now that he was male again...there was nothing. They'd gone back to how they had been before, but now Lex, well to be blunt, he missed the sex.
He knew he should bring itup, ask Anatoly about it...but for the moment, he just wanted to stroke the sleeping man's cheek and watch half-lidded as he stirred.
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He laid there for a while, just looking down at the head pillowed on his rest as one hand stroked the sleeping man's cheek while the other rand idly through dark brown curls. Finally, Lex too fell victim to exhaustion and dozed off, feeling so happy and content with Anatoly that he still sometimes thought this was only a dream. The best dream he'd ever had.