Reporter!Lex, More
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serafina20I've been thinking .... I don't think Asylum and Shattered'll fit into the COTW verse. The only way for it to happen is if Damien, Dr. Sutton, and Dominic are all killed, and, after awhile, it's going to get ridiculous. Becasue Dr. Sutton does a blood test on Lex pratcially every time she sees him; she'll notice the drugs. And then there's the matter of the magic healing sperm. :)
Darn. I may have to skip two episodes. *Sniff*
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The house was silent, perfectly so, without even the wind from outside sounding. Moonlight streamed in through tall windows, giving Lex enough light to see as he wandered through the dim halls to his mother's room. He wasn't supposed to be out of bed, but he had to see her. He was having nightmares again, and wanted to curl up in her embrace and feel safe.
Then, he heard the cries. Soft, pained sounds coming from his mother's room.
Heart racing, Lex began to run. He had to help his mother. She was being hurt. She was crying.
It felt like he was running through molasses. His legs were moving, his heart was pounding, but it was taking him so long. The walls warped, the floor dipped, and the walls stretched like taffy.
Another voice was added to his mother's. It was louder, harsher, and lower. Each time one of the grunting, scary sounds sounded, his mother were cry out, a scream in her voice.
Lex kept running. His heart felt like it would burst. His head hurt, his legs were sore, and he was so sleepy. He wanted to lie down in the hall and just sleep, but he had to get to his mother.
He kept running. The hall kept stretching, and Lex didn't think he'd ever make it, but finally, and quite suddenly, he was in front of the door.
With a trembling hand, he touched it. It swung open, and ...
"No!" Lex shouted, waking suddenly. He bolted up, sweating and shaking.
"Lex?" Clark was behind him, warm skin pressing into his back. His strong arms came around him, holding him close. "What's wrong?"
Lex shook his head and swallowed, trying to work moisture back into his dry throat. Then he reached for the glass of water on the night table and gulped it down.
"Hey." Clark sounded concerned now. Lex had pulled out of his embrace when he'd gone for the water, and now he was stroking lightly up and down Lex's spine. "What's going on?"
"Bad dream," Lex croaked.
"No, really?"
He turned and offered Clark a ghost of a smile. "Obvious, huh? Sorry." He set the glass down and wiped his face.
"It's fine." Clark laid back on the pillows, propped on his side so he was looking at Lex. He was so inviting and warm; all Lex wanted to do was burrow back under the covers with him and feel safe. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Lex thought, trying to remember the dream. Well, not the dream; that was something he'd had thousands of times before. It was the part that scared him so much he couldn't remember. As usual.
He finally shrugged. "Old nightmare. My mom's in trouble, I'm trying to get to her. I finally get there, and whatever I see is terrifying."
Clark smiled slightly. "Do you not remember what you see? Or are you being coy?"
"I don't know. I always wake up. It terrifies me, but I don't know what it is." He smiled shakily. "I'm a poster boy for therapy, you know?"
"Have you ever been?"
Lex nodded. "The most recent was after the suicide attempt. It was mandatory, and I was a complete and utter asshole. Like I said, Perry yelling at me did more good than sitting around for hours on end, trying to work through my issues." He sighed. "I was in therapy after the meteor shower, and then after Mom died."
"Did you tell anyone about the nightmare?"
"I don't remember," Lex answered honestly. "After Mom died, I was so fucked up, I don't remember what I talked about. I was medicated, heavily, for quite awhile. I may have said something about the dream, I don't know." He sighed and laid back down.
Immediately, Clark leaned over him so he could gaze into Lex's face. "You've been through so much."
Lex nodded, looking at the ceiling. "Yeah, but it's in the past. Except when it shows up in nightmares."
Clark kissed him. "I'm sorry. I wish I could take them away."
He didn't answer. He just wrapped his arms around Clark's neck and pulled him back down.
Their mouths met wetly, open, tongues dancing around each other. Clark stroked his neck gently, calming and soothing him. It was still new enough to feel unfamiliar, and Lex was excited just to kiss him, exploring his mouth and caressing the broad expanse of his back. They'd been together now for about ten hours, and all they'd done was kiss until they'd exhaustedly fallen into sleep. Lex, who believed in being meticulous when it came to exploring new territory, was content to let it lay there.
Especially with the adult Kents sleeping in the next room.
Clark shifted slightly above him, knee coming into contact with Lex's crotch.
"Clark," he gasped, pulling his mouth off Clark's neck.
"Sorry. But I can be really quiet," he breathed, mouthing Lex's nipples.
They hardened at the touch of the warm mouth, and his stomach twisted with it. A fire lit in his groin. "I don't want to have to worry about it our first time." He tugged at Clark's hair. "Don't you think we deserve better than this? Being rushed and having to be hushed as we grind away in a bed that probably squeaks?"
Clark groaned and flopped off Lex. Turning his back to Lex, he said, "Fine. We'll do it your way. Until then, I hate you."
Lex stayed on his back until he was sure he could touch Clark without sex. Because it was really hard; Clark had a fucking *hot* body, and even though the weather was cold, he was just wearing boxers. Lex had understood why about an hour after they'd gone to bed; the kid was an inferno, and it got to be even too much for Lex, which was why his shirt was crumpled on the floor.
Honestly, Lex suspected the heat was all just a ploy to get him naked, but he was going to hold firm. He really did want their first time to be more carefully planned. He wasn't exactly a romantic, but he did have a romantic side. And he wanted to truly be able to feel uninhibited their first time, even if all they did was grind against each other until they came. He wanted to make love to Clark, and he wanted the time and space to do it properly.
Body calm, he rolled onto his side. His leg went over Clark's hip, arms around his body, and he rested his head on Clark's shoulder. "I think we should go back to Metropolis tomorrow," Lex said softly.
"Today tomorrow, or tomorrow tomorrow?" Clark replied.
"Today tomorrow." He checked the clock and saw it was well after midnight. "I meant today."
"Are you going to contact Morgan?" His hand slid over Lex's and they laced fingers.
Lex sighed. "Yeah. I think I need to. Just the way I'm all freaked out by the idea of seeing him tells me I need to do this." He kissed Clark's shoulder. "But you don't have to."
Clark rolled onto his back, arms coming around Lex. "I go where you go. Period. Morgan knows about me anyway, and he knows that we've met. He probably knows we're working together on the Planet. And you need the support." He kissed Lex softly. "Do you know why he scares you so much?"
"Besides the fact that he's creepy? No." He sighed as he rested his head on Clark's chest. "He was Dad's oldest friend. He came over a lot, for dinner and stuff. Not even secretly or anything. Yeah, everyone knows he's a criminal, but no one can pin anything on him. So he'd come over when I was a kid, have dinner. Stay the weekend sometimes. Come to our parties." Lex shrugged. "My whole life, he's given me the creeps. He always was there, and paid a lot of attention to me. He'd want me to sit on his lap, and he'd play with my hair while he talked. He'd have me to play piano for him, or have me read. Sometimes he'd play chess, and he'd say stuff to Mom and Dad about how smart I was, how precocious. Then he would talk about the way I looked. How I had Mom's hair, and Mom's chin, and was gorgeous like she was. And they'd agree, and smile, and Dad would always say something about looking like my father." Lex sighed. "That sort of thing."
"Did he ever touch you?"
Lex felt a chill ran down his spine. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I've wondered. My childhood memories are spotty. There are huge chunks before the meteor shower that I don't remember, like being eight years old. So, maybe that's it." He lifted his head. "Maybe he molested me, and my body knows it even if I've suppressed it. Who knows, maybe that's what the dream means too. Me walking down the hall to my mother's room, and Morgan grabbing me."
Clark traced his face with his index finger, outlining his cheekbones and eyebrows, then up to his ears. "But you don't think that's it."
"No, I don't. But I don't know what it means. Or why I'm afraid of Morgan."
"Sometimes there are just people who creep us out. And definitely sounded annoying enough to you to be creepy."
"And, he acted strangely at Dad's funeral. He kept touching me, and looking at me like I belonged to him. I thought he was trying to seduce me."
"No, he's always like that," Clark said. "It's a power play to him. He wants to throw people off their guard, so he uses those eyes and that body language to get to you."
"It disturbs me greatly that you know him this well."
Clark smiled a strange, bitter smile that didn't really sit right on his face. "He put me up in an apartment that summer I ran away to Metropolis. He spent a lot of time there. He would have been my first, but I'd already lost my virginity to some guy in the backroom a club."
Lex pushed himself up. "You said blowjobs."
"I didn't want to upset the situation anymore than it was," Clark said, sitting up as well. "It was hard enough telling you in the first place. But, yeah, I was basically his rentboy. But you have to understand, I was seriously fucked up that summer. I'd run away from home because everything had gotten too much for me. There were mutants attacking my friends all the time, and they kept getting angry at me for not being there. I wasn't there because I was trying to rescue them or stop the bad guys. Lana and I were dating, but she was angry at me for keeping secrets, and I was struggling with the fact that every time we made out, I kept picturing her ex-boyfriend. And then my biological father made an appearance via the caves and my ship, wanting me to go take over the world. I was so scared, so, finally, I rounded up a bunch of meteor rocks and stuffed them into the ship."
"What happened?"
Clark frowned unhappily. "The ship exploded. In the process, my mom got hurt. She was pregnant at the time, and uh, she lost the baby." He swallowed. "I decided it was too much. I was too dangerous, so I ran away. You know how I said the meteors hurt me?"
Lex nodded.
"Green ones do. There's another form, a red meteor, that acts as sort of a drug. My sophomore year, our class rings were made out of them, which is how we found out. I found a ring and took off to Metropolis, high and pissed at the world."
"Which is how you found Morgan."
He nodded. "How he found me. But, yeah." Clark sighed. "I thought he was sexy. Dangerous. And, yeah, old, but it didn't matter. He was paying me almost a thousand a week just to stay at an apartment and indulge myself. Video games, movies, porn, clothes, food, guys. He'd watch me. Tape me if he was busy. And, yeah, fuck me sometimes." Clark shrugged. "I'd like to tell you I hated it, but I didn't. If he needed me to do anything, like beat someone up, or rob a bank, or something, he paid me extra."
Lex stroked down Clark's jaw. "What happened?"
"It was too much. The ring hurt me, physically, and then, finally, Dad showed up and beat me into submission."
"Your father?"
Clark smiled. "With a little help from my alien father. And that was that. Morgan tried to contact me once, I told him to stay away from me, and he hasn't tried since. But I know he keeps tabs on me. Nothing I can do about that."
"You could kill him."
Clark simply shook his head and caressed along Lex's collarbone.
Lex sighed and shook his head too. "No, you can't." He sighed again and lay his head down. "We have Lois on the chemical waste thing, right?"
"As much as we can, yeah. We'll trace Hartcort tomorrow, see what's coming out of the plant. And, if what they're experimenting on, and if they use the chemicals they're finding, it'll just cement our story."
"But I need to know what was in those papers. For more than just a story."
Clark rubbed his back. "Yes. You do."
He sighed. "I'll call in the morning.. I want to get this thing over with as soon as possible."
Warm lips pressed into his scalp, and Clark held him close. Clark's heart beat in a slow, steady rhythm, and his body soon warmed Lex until he felt drowsy and safe. The nightmares and worries and anxieties faded away and, cradled in the strong arms of his lover, Lex drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
TBC...
Darn. I may have to skip two episodes. *Sniff*
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The house was silent, perfectly so, without even the wind from outside sounding. Moonlight streamed in through tall windows, giving Lex enough light to see as he wandered through the dim halls to his mother's room. He wasn't supposed to be out of bed, but he had to see her. He was having nightmares again, and wanted to curl up in her embrace and feel safe.
Then, he heard the cries. Soft, pained sounds coming from his mother's room.
Heart racing, Lex began to run. He had to help his mother. She was being hurt. She was crying.
It felt like he was running through molasses. His legs were moving, his heart was pounding, but it was taking him so long. The walls warped, the floor dipped, and the walls stretched like taffy.
Another voice was added to his mother's. It was louder, harsher, and lower. Each time one of the grunting, scary sounds sounded, his mother were cry out, a scream in her voice.
Lex kept running. His heart felt like it would burst. His head hurt, his legs were sore, and he was so sleepy. He wanted to lie down in the hall and just sleep, but he had to get to his mother.
He kept running. The hall kept stretching, and Lex didn't think he'd ever make it, but finally, and quite suddenly, he was in front of the door.
With a trembling hand, he touched it. It swung open, and ...
"No!" Lex shouted, waking suddenly. He bolted up, sweating and shaking.
"Lex?" Clark was behind him, warm skin pressing into his back. His strong arms came around him, holding him close. "What's wrong?"
Lex shook his head and swallowed, trying to work moisture back into his dry throat. Then he reached for the glass of water on the night table and gulped it down.
"Hey." Clark sounded concerned now. Lex had pulled out of his embrace when he'd gone for the water, and now he was stroking lightly up and down Lex's spine. "What's going on?"
"Bad dream," Lex croaked.
"No, really?"
He turned and offered Clark a ghost of a smile. "Obvious, huh? Sorry." He set the glass down and wiped his face.
"It's fine." Clark laid back on the pillows, propped on his side so he was looking at Lex. He was so inviting and warm; all Lex wanted to do was burrow back under the covers with him and feel safe. "Do you want to tell me about it?"
Lex thought, trying to remember the dream. Well, not the dream; that was something he'd had thousands of times before. It was the part that scared him so much he couldn't remember. As usual.
He finally shrugged. "Old nightmare. My mom's in trouble, I'm trying to get to her. I finally get there, and whatever I see is terrifying."
Clark smiled slightly. "Do you not remember what you see? Or are you being coy?"
"I don't know. I always wake up. It terrifies me, but I don't know what it is." He smiled shakily. "I'm a poster boy for therapy, you know?"
"Have you ever been?"
Lex nodded. "The most recent was after the suicide attempt. It was mandatory, and I was a complete and utter asshole. Like I said, Perry yelling at me did more good than sitting around for hours on end, trying to work through my issues." He sighed. "I was in therapy after the meteor shower, and then after Mom died."
"Did you tell anyone about the nightmare?"
"I don't remember," Lex answered honestly. "After Mom died, I was so fucked up, I don't remember what I talked about. I was medicated, heavily, for quite awhile. I may have said something about the dream, I don't know." He sighed and laid back down.
Immediately, Clark leaned over him so he could gaze into Lex's face. "You've been through so much."
Lex nodded, looking at the ceiling. "Yeah, but it's in the past. Except when it shows up in nightmares."
Clark kissed him. "I'm sorry. I wish I could take them away."
He didn't answer. He just wrapped his arms around Clark's neck and pulled him back down.
Their mouths met wetly, open, tongues dancing around each other. Clark stroked his neck gently, calming and soothing him. It was still new enough to feel unfamiliar, and Lex was excited just to kiss him, exploring his mouth and caressing the broad expanse of his back. They'd been together now for about ten hours, and all they'd done was kiss until they'd exhaustedly fallen into sleep. Lex, who believed in being meticulous when it came to exploring new territory, was content to let it lay there.
Especially with the adult Kents sleeping in the next room.
Clark shifted slightly above him, knee coming into contact with Lex's crotch.
"Clark," he gasped, pulling his mouth off Clark's neck.
"Sorry. But I can be really quiet," he breathed, mouthing Lex's nipples.
They hardened at the touch of the warm mouth, and his stomach twisted with it. A fire lit in his groin. "I don't want to have to worry about it our first time." He tugged at Clark's hair. "Don't you think we deserve better than this? Being rushed and having to be hushed as we grind away in a bed that probably squeaks?"
Clark groaned and flopped off Lex. Turning his back to Lex, he said, "Fine. We'll do it your way. Until then, I hate you."
Lex stayed on his back until he was sure he could touch Clark without sex. Because it was really hard; Clark had a fucking *hot* body, and even though the weather was cold, he was just wearing boxers. Lex had understood why about an hour after they'd gone to bed; the kid was an inferno, and it got to be even too much for Lex, which was why his shirt was crumpled on the floor.
Honestly, Lex suspected the heat was all just a ploy to get him naked, but he was going to hold firm. He really did want their first time to be more carefully planned. He wasn't exactly a romantic, but he did have a romantic side. And he wanted to truly be able to feel uninhibited their first time, even if all they did was grind against each other until they came. He wanted to make love to Clark, and he wanted the time and space to do it properly.
Body calm, he rolled onto his side. His leg went over Clark's hip, arms around his body, and he rested his head on Clark's shoulder. "I think we should go back to Metropolis tomorrow," Lex said softly.
"Today tomorrow, or tomorrow tomorrow?" Clark replied.
"Today tomorrow." He checked the clock and saw it was well after midnight. "I meant today."
"Are you going to contact Morgan?" His hand slid over Lex's and they laced fingers.
Lex sighed. "Yeah. I think I need to. Just the way I'm all freaked out by the idea of seeing him tells me I need to do this." He kissed Clark's shoulder. "But you don't have to."
Clark rolled onto his back, arms coming around Lex. "I go where you go. Period. Morgan knows about me anyway, and he knows that we've met. He probably knows we're working together on the Planet. And you need the support." He kissed Lex softly. "Do you know why he scares you so much?"
"Besides the fact that he's creepy? No." He sighed as he rested his head on Clark's chest. "He was Dad's oldest friend. He came over a lot, for dinner and stuff. Not even secretly or anything. Yeah, everyone knows he's a criminal, but no one can pin anything on him. So he'd come over when I was a kid, have dinner. Stay the weekend sometimes. Come to our parties." Lex shrugged. "My whole life, he's given me the creeps. He always was there, and paid a lot of attention to me. He'd want me to sit on his lap, and he'd play with my hair while he talked. He'd have me to play piano for him, or have me read. Sometimes he'd play chess, and he'd say stuff to Mom and Dad about how smart I was, how precocious. Then he would talk about the way I looked. How I had Mom's hair, and Mom's chin, and was gorgeous like she was. And they'd agree, and smile, and Dad would always say something about looking like my father." Lex sighed. "That sort of thing."
"Did he ever touch you?"
Lex felt a chill ran down his spine. "I don't know," he said honestly. "I've wondered. My childhood memories are spotty. There are huge chunks before the meteor shower that I don't remember, like being eight years old. So, maybe that's it." He lifted his head. "Maybe he molested me, and my body knows it even if I've suppressed it. Who knows, maybe that's what the dream means too. Me walking down the hall to my mother's room, and Morgan grabbing me."
Clark traced his face with his index finger, outlining his cheekbones and eyebrows, then up to his ears. "But you don't think that's it."
"No, I don't. But I don't know what it means. Or why I'm afraid of Morgan."
"Sometimes there are just people who creep us out. And definitely sounded annoying enough to you to be creepy."
"And, he acted strangely at Dad's funeral. He kept touching me, and looking at me like I belonged to him. I thought he was trying to seduce me."
"No, he's always like that," Clark said. "It's a power play to him. He wants to throw people off their guard, so he uses those eyes and that body language to get to you."
"It disturbs me greatly that you know him this well."
Clark smiled a strange, bitter smile that didn't really sit right on his face. "He put me up in an apartment that summer I ran away to Metropolis. He spent a lot of time there. He would have been my first, but I'd already lost my virginity to some guy in the backroom a club."
Lex pushed himself up. "You said blowjobs."
"I didn't want to upset the situation anymore than it was," Clark said, sitting up as well. "It was hard enough telling you in the first place. But, yeah, I was basically his rentboy. But you have to understand, I was seriously fucked up that summer. I'd run away from home because everything had gotten too much for me. There were mutants attacking my friends all the time, and they kept getting angry at me for not being there. I wasn't there because I was trying to rescue them or stop the bad guys. Lana and I were dating, but she was angry at me for keeping secrets, and I was struggling with the fact that every time we made out, I kept picturing her ex-boyfriend. And then my biological father made an appearance via the caves and my ship, wanting me to go take over the world. I was so scared, so, finally, I rounded up a bunch of meteor rocks and stuffed them into the ship."
"What happened?"
Clark frowned unhappily. "The ship exploded. In the process, my mom got hurt. She was pregnant at the time, and uh, she lost the baby." He swallowed. "I decided it was too much. I was too dangerous, so I ran away. You know how I said the meteors hurt me?"
Lex nodded.
"Green ones do. There's another form, a red meteor, that acts as sort of a drug. My sophomore year, our class rings were made out of them, which is how we found out. I found a ring and took off to Metropolis, high and pissed at the world."
"Which is how you found Morgan."
He nodded. "How he found me. But, yeah." Clark sighed. "I thought he was sexy. Dangerous. And, yeah, old, but it didn't matter. He was paying me almost a thousand a week just to stay at an apartment and indulge myself. Video games, movies, porn, clothes, food, guys. He'd watch me. Tape me if he was busy. And, yeah, fuck me sometimes." Clark shrugged. "I'd like to tell you I hated it, but I didn't. If he needed me to do anything, like beat someone up, or rob a bank, or something, he paid me extra."
Lex stroked down Clark's jaw. "What happened?"
"It was too much. The ring hurt me, physically, and then, finally, Dad showed up and beat me into submission."
"Your father?"
Clark smiled. "With a little help from my alien father. And that was that. Morgan tried to contact me once, I told him to stay away from me, and he hasn't tried since. But I know he keeps tabs on me. Nothing I can do about that."
"You could kill him."
Clark simply shook his head and caressed along Lex's collarbone.
Lex sighed and shook his head too. "No, you can't." He sighed again and lay his head down. "We have Lois on the chemical waste thing, right?"
"As much as we can, yeah. We'll trace Hartcort tomorrow, see what's coming out of the plant. And, if what they're experimenting on, and if they use the chemicals they're finding, it'll just cement our story."
"But I need to know what was in those papers. For more than just a story."
Clark rubbed his back. "Yes. You do."
He sighed. "I'll call in the morning.. I want to get this thing over with as soon as possible."
Warm lips pressed into his scalp, and Clark held him close. Clark's heart beat in a slow, steady rhythm, and his body soon warmed Lex until he felt drowsy and safe. The nightmares and worries and anxieties faded away and, cradled in the strong arms of his lover, Lex drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
TBC...
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:26 pm (UTC)Or you can have them away without killing them. Like, knowing what he's about to do, Lionel prepares everything and give Dominic some time off. So Dom and Damien decide to have a little break together, because Lex keeps telling them they need it and should take some time just for themselves. Lex assures them he'll be 'all right'. Then you can have Dr. Sutton away because of 'false' family problems that Lionel would create and voilà. *grin*
So then you have Lex all alone and vulnerable, surrounded by people he can't really trust, but has to. And by the time Dr. Sutton comes back and does the blood test, Lex's already at Belle Reve and about to get the procedure done. Except that this time, Dr. Sutton finds out about it and calls Clark for help or summat and they get Lex out of hospital before the procedure is done. *giggle*
I think WAY too much about this story, I tell you. *giggle*
And Reporter!Lex? Rocks my socks. *smoochies and hugs*
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-15 10:05 pm (UTC)If you're still around now, get on AIM, I have something to show you.
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Date: 2004-01-16 07:50 am (UTC)That being said, depending on where my series goes, I could bring up parts of it. Something where Lionel tries to isolate Lex to get the info from him, has him kidnapped, or something. But, as the episodes are, even fancy writing (like I had to do for Heat, Lineage, Ryan, and, to some extent, Red) just won't work.
Sorry I wasn't on AIM last night, and i probably won't be on tonight. My sister's play is tonight, and it's 3 hours long, so .... YOu could e-mail me. {g}
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:32 pm (UTC)I really liked this bit. And it is hilarious to think about Clark trying to get Lex to have sex with him right next to his sleeping parents.
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:41 pm (UTC)*blushes* To my credit, I *never* call it that in the series. :) There's a link to the first 32 parts on the LJ, but the rest you have to find through the SSA. I'm trying to work up the energy to make a links page in my memory section, too.
I really liked this bit. And it is hilarious to think about Clark trying to get Lex to have sex with him right next to his sleeping parents.
Thank you! I'm happy that Clark is sexually secure enough (and attracted enough to Lex) to risk the embarrassment. Okay. He's horny, but, really, if Lex was in bed with me? I'd be the exact same way. {g}
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2004-01-15 09:44 pm (UTC)Seriously, I'm enjoying this story immensely and can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2004-01-16 07:52 am (UTC)I'll try to write more today so you can continue to disturb everyone. :)
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Date: 2004-01-16 08:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-16 06:42 am (UTC)re: your recent sex scene post
Well, my friend and I were talking about your sex scenes once and we both think yours are the hottest. So who cares about experience. The important part is the result! I mean if writers always followed that stupid dictum about writing what you know, we'd be lacking a lot of great fiction.
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Date: 2004-01-16 07:54 am (UTC)Thanks! I can get a little scattered on the plot pieces, too. Part of it also may be I"ve written a couple of parts taht come earlier in the fic, that didn't get posted. So I've explained thigns (like Lex's suicide attempt), but it wasn't posted. And, a WIP is a lot harder to write than I thought it would be, at least for me.
Thanks for your comments on my sex scenes. I'm really not worried about them (but I'm elated that you think they're hot), I was just commmenting on the stupid belief.
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Date: 2004-01-16 07:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-18 05:39 pm (UTC)Darn. I may have to skip two episodes. *Sniff*
Shucks. Too bad. Lionel is already enough of a bastard in CotW to equal Asylum-Lionel. My new favorite CotW!Clark line is "Fuck off, old man."
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Date: 2004-01-18 07:06 pm (UTC)I feel vindicated, actually. I've always felt a little bad at making Lionel such a bastard because he wasn't that mean in canon. And now, he's exceeded what I've done. I can breathe easier.
My new favorite CotW!Clark line is "Fuck off, old man."
We should icon it somehow. It was a fun line to write. :)
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Date: 2004-01-18 07:11 pm (UTC)We should icon it somehow. It was a fun line to write. :)
Oooh, yes, but I can't do animated icons. It'd have to be a still one.