Epilogue: Autopilot
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Right. Ok. Brakes now. Try not to crash into your house.
--I kissed Clark.--
Brakes, Lex!
--I kissed Clark.--
Okay. Shift gears into neutral.
--I - kissed - *Clark*.--
Turn off engine.
--Clark kissed *me*.--
Exit car.
--We kissed *a lot*.--
Silly grin, but don't fall over.
--Clark loves me.--
Woah! ...Ok, miraculously manage to stay on feet. Nice.
--Clark *loves* me.--
Float across driveway and fumble with key to get inside.
--I love Clark.--
Push door shut behind you, kick off shoes.
--I'm in *love*. Me!--
Drift towards stairs.
-Me who is me - occasionally silly, and doesn't need to give a shit about what anyone's gonna say, 'cause he'll look after me.--
Begin to climb.
--Hey; I'm whipped!--
Pause, find this is disturbingly okay with you, decide to worry about that later and continue, crossing landing to bedroom, shedding jacket, shirt and pants on floor outside.
--I'm Lex Luthor... --
Wave distractedly at manservant as he comes round corner, stutters and tries not to look at your boxer-clad nether regions.
-- ...and I'm in love with Clark Kent.--
Wonder suddenly as open door why you feel colder than you should be; remember are not wearing boxers any more.
--Who is decidedly naughty.--
Giggle.
'M-Ma...*cough*...Master Luthor?'
Turn round, lean against doorframe nonchalantly, smile when he looks up from picking up clothes and has mini aneurism. Look vaguely interested.
'I-If you want to wear these tomorrow, I'm afraid you won't be able to.'
Raise eyebrow questioningly.
'You see, even this fresh, rubbed in cornstalk marks are notoriously difficult to scrub out.'
Nod; grin stupidly, wander through bedroom door towards ensuite.
--I love corn fields.--
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