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You Are So Strange - Why Can't You Be What You Ought To Be?

Anatoly stretched, the light coming from the window finally bright enough to pull him out of his dreams. Not wanting to get up just yet, he rolled on his side and gathered Lex close to him, pressing a kiss against his shoulder. As sleepy as he was, he couldn't fail to notice that Lex seemed much lighter in his arms then he should. And was that hair against his face? Alarmed, he sat up and opened his eyes. What he found completely floored him - a beautiful if completely unfamiliar red-haired woman in his bed.

He stared in shock, unable to form anything more substantial than a gasp. What was he going to do? How was he going to explain any of this to Lex, let alone this woman?

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Anatoly smiled down at her, as reassuringly as he could manage. For her sake, if nothing else, he needed to keep things together, until this island trickery had passed.

"The hair?" He ran his fingers through the soft curls, marveling at the feel. "Did I ever mention that I am rather fond of red hair?"

Lex was about to reply, when Anatoly ran a hand through her hair. She gasped softly and clutched at Anatoly's shoulders. For a bald man, it was the most sensuous feeling in the world. "You didn't..." She managed in a choked voice. "And I see why you like having yours touched so much..."

Anatoly smiled and continued to stroke her hair gently, for comfort just as much as it was gentle revenge for all of the times Lex had driven him to distraction by playing with his hair.

"I do," he confirmed after a few moments, kissing the top of her head. "Just that color, as it happens."

This wasn't fair in Lex's opinion. The hair stroking to distraction, not the being turning into a woman. The woman part she could deal with, thanks to Smallville. She couldn't help a soft unrestrained moan as she leaned her head into his hand, not able to get enough of the feeling and for the first time missing her hair.

She turned her head to look up at him, which was in of itself new since they were usually the same size. Now she was a few inches shorter. "Lucky you then."

He leaned down to kiss her properly, a light, almost chaste kiss. "I am," he answered, taking pity on Lex and bringing both arms around her again. "Very lucky, and very grateful for all of this. For you."

Lex sighed happily as she just let herself relax into both his arms and the kiss. "As am I. I'm the luckiest girl on the island." And she was, especially at the momen,t as she would have hated to wake and deal with this alone. To have someone she trusted to rely on meant the world.

For the next few moments, there was silence as Anatoly continued to hold Lex, slowly but surely getting used to this situation. While he would have preferred Lex as he normally was, there was no doubt in his mind that he was breath-taking either way.

"You're taking this much better than I would be," Anatoly said, finally breaking the silence.

Lex just laughed into his shoulder. "Smallville was good for something. When you experience the odd and fantastic almost everyday, as long as it's not trying to kill you, it becomes almost common place." Sure she was a bit freaked out, but she could deal with it. She'd heard things like this happened on the island and she'd just have to either reassure herself that it would wear off soon or she'd do what she had done in Smallville, kind a way to fix it.

"The more I hear of Smallville, the more glad I am that you are here and not there. I can't imagine getting used to such things." It never occurred to Anatoly that people could (and did) say the same thing about his own life as a grandmaster.

He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair again, unable to resist touching the soft curls. The opportunity for this was fleeting, and he wanted to make the most of it.

Lex could, but then, even without Smallville, his life hadn't exactly been normal. Such was the tribulation of being a Luthor.

"Me too." She said softly, totally taken in by the soft touching. She made a small noise in her throat that spoke purely of want. "If you keep doing that, I fear we'll never get out of bed." Not that this was bad thought...

"You're right," Anatoly said ruefully. He let go of Lex reluctantly, after first stealing another kiss. "I should get up, shower, maybe even shave." He delivered the last with a teasing smile, knowing how fascinated Lex was with his stubble.

"And you will want clothes that will fit you."

Lex bit back a groan. She hadn't meant it, but she kissed him in return before laying back against the pillows again, hair spilling out under her. She reached her hand up and felt his stubble before running a finger over his lips. "Oh alright," Lex said with a heavy sigh. "Shave it off. All the better for you to grow it back." If Anatoly wasn't definitely sure who the woman was, this smile was pure Lex.

Anatoly caught his breath as he looked down at Lex. The way her hair shone against the pillow, the way she touched his cheek, the very way she looked at him... he couldn't help but shiver and press a light kiss against her finger.

"I could wait until tomorrow, if you'd rather." He stroked her cheek softly. "I don't think I'm in any danger of turning into a bear." He paused. "Perhaps I shouldn't have said that."

Her grin grew more sly. "No you really shouldn't have. I should take you up on it, but I won't."

The way he was looking at her...Lex had half a mind to pull him back down into the bed and not letting him up. But this was still a bit weird for both of them and she didn't want to ruin the moment. So instead she just flushed slightly in response at having such a look directed at her, especially when he was a she.

There was nothing for it but to kiss her again, much less chastely than before. The body may have changed, but it was still Lex, as that sly grin had so effectively reminded him.

"I should get up," he murmured, his forehead pressed to hers. The longer he stayed, the less likely he would.

An arm found it's way around Anatoly's neck, holding him in place, telling him exactly what Lex thought about that idea as she kissed him again.

"You could help me explore this body a little more?" She finally offered in a soft voice, moment be damned.

The moment Lex's arm came around him, Anatoly knew he wasn't going anywhere for the foreseeable future. With a sigh, he settled carefully on top of her, bracing his hands on either side to support his weight.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" He smiled down at her, punctuating the question with a tender kiss.

"I suggested it didn't I?" Lex replied smoothly, putting both arms around his neck now. She rolled her hips to make her point, eyes bright and inviting as she kissed him, not so tenderly.

Anatoly groaned softly, slipping his hands underneath Lex to pull her flush against him. It was easy in this moment to forget everything but the feel of her underneath his fingers - softer, more rounded, but still containing, somehow, that unique quality that was Lex.

"You did," he breathed into her ear, lightly tracing the shell with his tongue. "You did, indeed."

Lex gasped softly at the soft tongue in her ear as she tossed her head to the side to give him better access, red hair spilling around her. One part of her brain noted the higher pitch, thought most of her just didn't care. It felt just as amazing, female or male.

She removed one arm from Anatoly's neck and while starting at his neck, began feeling out the muscles in his neck, side and back. While familiar, they felt different when traced by a smaller, more delicate hand. She found she couldn't stop.

Anatoly moved from her ear to her neck and then to her shoulder, leaving light, tantalizing kisses. The hair was in the way, and he couldn't help but laugh a little as he gently moved it to the side. He'd never ever imagined that hair would become an issue during this sort of thing with Lex.

He shivered at the touch, burying his face in her shoulder for a moment, just enjoying the sensation. It was a light, softer touch, but with the possessive hint that was so clearly Lex.

The gentle kisses and the brush of her hair caused her to shiver and moan under him. These soft touches were purely Anatoly and never ceased to be the most amazing thing Lex had ever felt and the hair just made it that much more stimulating.

She moved both of her hands down his sides now, needing the touch to ground herself. Each peck and rib were traced, finger tips dipped into his belly button and even the curve of his shoulders. She rolled her hips up against him again, wanting more and more every minute. "Tolya..." She breathed out softly, turn her head to kiss the top of his head. "Please Tolya...."

"Lex," he murmured desperately, wanting nothing so much as to take her right then and there, with no thought for anything but their mutual desire. So tempting, and it took all of his willpower not to do just that.

As strange as it was to think about, this was Lex's first time as a woman. Their first time together too, if it came to that, but that was neither here or there at the moment. The point was that it should be something special, unhurried, loving.

He shifted to settle between her legs, kissing her tenderly. "Yes."

While Lex was all for the just taking, she felt the shift from desperate to purposeful. She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes. She almost drowned in the intent; the special, loving intent.

She gasped. "Oh Tolya..." Her tone was softer this time and she ran a hand through his hair so she could kiss him to show him that she followed his train of thought. Then she settled back into the bed, spreading her legs to give him space.

Anatoly smiled down at Lex, lightly brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. In that moment, there were a thousand things he could say, and none of them could ever truly express the depth of his feeling.

Instead, he slowly and sensuously started to kiss his way down Lex. What he didn't kiss, he caressed lightly, just enough to tantalize and leave her breathless for more.

Halfway down her stomach, he looked up, grinning mischievously. "How is this?"

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