#imperiouslex

❛ do you think he'll be happy? when i tell him about our baby. do you think he'll smile? ❜

mr. handsome parts eve's hair, gangly fingers sweeping the strands of blonde from her neck and curling them. from time to time, the tip of his nail scratches at her scalp, and she holds her breath, waiting to feel pain but delighted when he remains gentle. it offers some hope in her situation. that even creatures who should be cruel can be capable of acting against their nature. she hums against mr. handsome's hand as a way of thanking him. for being here, yeah, but also for being a reminder that lex has a heart somewhere stashed in his chest. if he didn't, there wouldn't be a mr. handsome.

❛ i think i could be a good mom, ❜ half-ramble, half-confession. her teeth nibble on her nail, a habit she's never really had for beauty reasons but one she's trying out now that smoking is off the table. ❛ i hope this baby doesn't come out and see me and think, ugh. that's who i'm stuck with? you now what i mean? ❜

she's admitted more to mr. handsome about her own mother than she has to anyone in the whole wide world. she has admitted to the way her mother's smile always had teeth. better to bite into your confidence with, my dear. so when it comes to smiles, she really hopes this baby of theirs makes lex smile a real smile, the kind she hasn't seen from him since superman first flew through the skies.

☀️-- Kal didn't know what he had pictured when Lex initially said that he wanted more hands on research of his biology. Or maybe he simply hadn't wanted to entertain the possibility that this was what Lex meant by it.

Kal himself didn't understand completely what was happening to him. The changes he was undergoing like some sort of second puberty, yet induced by the yellow sun of this planet. In fact, strikingly, to both of them, it seemed that his biology was remarkably similar to that of the dominant species of this world. With a few exceptions of course. But still, they were remarkably similar.

He didn't understand what he could do yet. What power he would have or what he already had. However, at the moment, Kal was naked. On the bed. His skin flush and his heart beating fast, chest heaving. He squirmed against the sheets.

bingo bongo

☀️-- "Huh..."

eve, respectfully, kind of doesn't give a fuck about dr. federov's discovery.

as her belly grows, stretching her skin and quite literally leaving marks, she's a little less concerned about the scheming that comes with being a luthor (fingers crossed, one day that'll be official!) and more obsessed with the part where she gets to bring another luthor into the world. a baby luthor. the first of its kind too-- a teschmacher-luthor!

there's a pout on her mouth when it becomes clear that lex is going to give his attention to dr. federov rather than finish the task of selecting a color scheme for the nursery. the pout is great in that it makes her lips look even more pillowy than usual, and better in that it conveys her disappointment more than words. she's about to comment that him leaving means she gets to decide for herself whether a sage green or muted pink is their winner, but all that disappointment is washed away when @imperiouslex leans down to speak french to the baby, their baby.

the language, already hot, is even sexier coming from lex's voice. the most exciting part, though, is when she feels that distinct jab against her stomach. it's so much more than a flutter, so much stronger, like the baby wants her to know, already, that they're going to live up to their last name. sure, it's less fun when the little miracle is kicking at her ribs at night, but she doesn't take a second of this for granted.

❛ hey... ❜ her voice is soft and layered in sweetness, like honey for the ears. she's not as sweet in pulling lex down, until he's fumbling on his knees, a comical way to dethrone the most powerful man in the world but her current knocked up status gives her rights to do things he'd normally snarl at. ❛ our baby. they love your voice. ❜

speechless... she's speechless ! horrible omen, first of all. but of course she's heard the saying. it's a silly saying. this comes from the girl who is more of a 'the friend of my friend is my firend' type of person, per se & doesn't have one questionable, dubious bone in her body ! not the same can be said about the man currently sporting a scheming smirk & a far-away stare that tells her he's having a very weird eureka moment. it's all giving her goose bumps & not the kind you get after a melody finally comes together perfectly after days & days of hard work. they're the kind you get walking through a dark alley all on your own.

" well, sure, but... " she blinks repeatedly, a frown slowly forming across her face. it's like being given a math equation ! & the artsy types sure don't like solving for x. " i don't... have enemies... god, could you imagine ?? i mean, i don't think i do & if i do, it's fully & completely one-sided, trust me, i don't hate anyone that much. or- at all ! " this much sincerity feels so out of place in his immediate presence, doesn't it ? " & as far as friends are concerned, i don't make friends with hateful people. " a frustrated sigh pours out. " & maybe if you asked a normal question once in a while, you wouldn't have to look for the enemies of your enemies to make friends, would you ?? "

i've genuinely thought abt this and i think it wld be so beyond horrifying. like it wld be really funny, but fundamentally can you imagine a person doing this. you wld shit your pants.

she wonders how delicate her neck feels to lex. after all, it's just skin, it's just bone, it's just skin and bone with the warmth of blood. is it as kissable as it is breakable? does he mean to trace the pulse beneath his fingertip? does he intend to press into it, for a brief second, to test how fragile his girlfriend really is? to love a dangerous man you have to count all the ways he could break you. and you have to be in love with those parts of him, too. eve certainly is. which is why she tilts her face deeper into his touch, willing to give to him as much as he's willing to take from her.

after a lingering moment, lex guides her head upwards with his thumb, the rest of his hand grasping the shape of her throat. he's the one who leans down to kiss her, but she's the one who dares to deepen it first. sometimes, when they kiss, it's a heated collision. it's a cumulation of appetites that can only be teased but never satisfied. this time, when they kiss, it's a slow exploration of tastes. it's his tongue caressing the plumpness of her mouth before going in for the kill with his teeth.

every time eve attempts to meet his passion with a fire of her own, he clutches her neck just a little tighter, manipulating her face and her lips to be wherever he desires them.

she's so invested in the need for him, in the yearning, that she almost doesn't feel the giant plush bear he sets on her lap. she only notices once she's decided to take matters into her own hands and demand he give her more. once the bear's presence comes into view, she's squealing like she's won the lottery. she might be the queen of labubus, but it's old-school stuff like this that really makes her swoon.

this is a day for lovers, and a lover eve teschmacher is. shouldn't her boyfriend get a gift, too? with lex's hand still curled around her neck, she lowers her face slowly, opening her mouth and making suckling motions until his thumb sinks between her lips. it's a show of vulnerability, a promise to him that he's still in charge even when it's her who is taking the reigns. her tongue licks the flavor of him from his skin, a flavor that always has a hint of her taste, too. ❛ babe. want to give the teddy bear a show? ❜