Category: Drama
Spoilers: Futurefic, slight AU
Note: A four part drabble series written for the 06/01/05 Wednesday 100 Word Drabble Challenge: "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry." (Theme taken from The Hulk)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine.
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Broads
This was crazy. Lex was about sex, and lust, and the thrill of the chase -- not love. He'd loved once, and well...was now getting it lasered off.
"There," Sarah said, taking one last glance at Lex's now flaming back. She nodded to her dog. "Tell Mr. Luthor goodbye."
The dog glared, then trotted away.
"If you ever want that other tattoo, ahem, altered," she added, handing him a "Lethal Tattoo Parlor" card, "You know who to call."
"I doubt that'll happen, but thanks for your number," Lex said.
"Lillian must've been a heartbreaker."
"I'll be calling," Lex replied, and left.
She'd heard about Lex, but between his baldness and affinity for purple, she'd grouped him with the others: eccentric billionaires with whom she'd come, seen, conquered -- and then discarded.
But Lex Luthor—he had to be experienced to be believed. Witty, charming, rich, seductive. The night had been…divine.
This was the man, the vehicle from which she would tame the world. Just as soon as she tamed him first.
"So, you gonna take me inside or not," she whispered, breath ragged from a thirsty kiss that was quickly becoming much more.
Lex pulled away, breathless himself. "No. Not like this."
Lex mentally applauded. She'd stolen the mayor's official seal, ran a three minute mile, and reduced his judo instructor to a whimpering blob — all in the span of a morning. "You're a fierce heifer," he said. She laughed.
"You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."
"That makes two of us," Lex replied. He raised his palms. "You're hired."
"Good thing for you," she said, leaping from his desk. "There's more where that came from."
Lex's stare turned steely. "I'll demand absolute loyalty and cooperation from you, Sarah."
"Call me Mercy," she said as she walked out, "you're gonna need it."
"You know I work alone," Mercy yelled when Lex broke the news. But two weeks in, Hope and Mercy were a force of Nature, the yin and yang of his covert security. They'd virtually become sisters – and they had matching tattoos to prove it.
They'd filled their days altering traffic patterns, securing Lex's favorite haunts, and warding off pesky "reporters."
But Lex thought they were just about ready for their real assignment.
"What do you think of the Man-of-Steel?" he asked over lunch.
"You mean the Man-in-Tights?" Mercy sneered.
"I could take him," Hope shrugged.
"Good," Lex nodded. "Very good."