Kal/Morgan WIP update
Jul. 18th, 2004 05:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serafina20Is it wrong that I want to make a big point of Lex changing the song the collar box plays? Because, while I like At Last, I've fallen in love with Night and Day by Cole Porter. I was crying during the song when I saw De-Lovely and there's just such longing and love and power in the song. It's wonderful.
Anyway, more Kal/Morgan
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Kal was a completely different person without the ring on. Well, perhaps not completely. He had the same smile, although it was less of a self-satisfied smirk and more of a smile of genuine delight. He spoke the same way, but the words coming out were a little slower and less confident. There was a hunch to his shoulders that was missing when he had the ring on, and he was quieter all around.
Morgan wondered if the quietness came from a desire to be hidden or if it was simply an after effect of the taking the ring off. Kal was not feeling quite right, although he seemed better than he had all morning. He was dressed in a silk shirt and very soft slacks in deference to his sensitized skin. His cheeks were still flushed as if he was overheated, but he wasn't sweating anymore.
Still, ring or no ring, Kal loved being showed off. All though lunch, he flirted with Morgan, stroked the back of his hand, leaned over for kisses at any convenient moment, and made it clear to all who he belonged to.
High or not, Kal was clearly his. The concern was the fact that all too quickly, Morgan had become Kal's as well.
He couldn’t say, exactly, why that was. It wasn't strictly sexual since, despite the sensuality Kal radiated, what Morgan wanted from him wasn't just sex. What he'd said to Kal about never having a son to indulge was true; the few times he'd tried with Lex, Lex had grown decidedly uncomfortable and withdrawn until, eventually, Morgan had stopped trying.
Kal wasn't a son by any means. But he did have Morgan wrapped around his finger. He wasn't sure if Kal was aware of that fact, or what he'd do even if he were. Kal was, for all his cynicism and flagrant sexuality, an innocent. His life, up until now, had been sheltered. His parents were married, small town farm people who'd done an excellent job of nurturing this boy. Morgan could still see the sweet innocence of the boy who was struggling to become a man.
Even after the incident in the bathroom. Even after selling himself for three thousand a week. The aura of innocence still clung to him, making Kal nearly irresistible.
Morgan pulled a cigarette from his cigarette case. It was his favorite: pure silver with a mosaic of the sea breaking against the bottom of a rocky cliff. Lillian had given it to him after Lex had been born. Lex's conception and birth had marked a period of deep intimacy between the two of them. Not sexual intimacy, beyond the obvious. Emotional intimacy. Affinity, as well. He hadn't loved her, exactly, nor she him, but there'd been something there between them. Something Morgan believed Lionel had sensed and thus sent Morgan away, trying to preserve not his relationship with his wife, but his ownership.
"You shouldn't smoke," Kal said, frowning as Morgan lit his cigarette.
"Probably not," he agreed. He slipped his lighter back into his pocket and inhaled deeply on his cigarette.
"It's bad for you." Kal took the cigarette from him and was about to ground it out when Morgan asked, "Have you ever tried?"
Kal stopped and he seemed to consider the challenge. It was a stupid, petty thing to taunt the boy over. Especially since Kal was right, and Morgan would prefer not to worry about supporting Kal's nicotine addiction, should he develop one, since there was a good chance Kal would throw himself into smoking with as much enthusiasm as he did everything else.
And, yet, Morgan enjoyed seeing how far he could push Kal. And what he could convince Kal to do by just asking.
"No," he finally said. "I haven't." He raised the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled. Almost immediately, he started coughing, and he shook his head. "You like that?"
"It takes some getting used to." Morgan reached to take back the cigarette, but Kal ground it out, shaking his head.
"The thing is, it won't do anything to me. But it can to you. Why risk it?"
He shrugged. "What have I got to lose?"
"Your life."
"A life well lived. It's not loss then. It's only ... life."
A frown line appeared on the bridge of Kal's nose, and his eyes looked thoughtful. Definitely different than with the ring; now, Kal's eyes were bright and clear and showed every emotion. Normally, there weren't many emotions to reflect.
"I suppose," Kal said. He picked up his fork and idly poked his finger with the prongs. "But why tempt fate? I'm not going to stick around if you're sick."
"I'm not sick. And that's uncharitable. I will, of course, still be paying you, sick or well."
Kal laughed and didn't answer.
"Perhaps you're right," Morgan said contemplatively. He gazed into the distance, remembering. "Someone I ... cared for died because she couldn’t give up smoking." Then he frowned. "Her death didn’t seem like much of a deterrent, though."
"Well, then, what about your star?"
Morgan blinked, eyes focusing on Kal. "My ... my what?"
Blue-green eyes gazed into his guilelessly. "Your star. The one you think is going to burn out too quickly. Before he's thirty. Don’t you want to stay around and make sure he doesn't?"
"He doesn't want me around."
"That doesn't mean he doesn't need you. Even if you're not there." Then Kal frowned and looked back down at his plate. "I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about this anymore."
He's going to leave me. The thought flitted unbidden through Morgan's mind, as did a sense of impending panic. Not yet; it was too soon. Not only did he still need Kal to pull of this next job, but he hadn't quite gotten what he'd wanted from the boy.
Although, he had to admit to himself, he most likely never would get what he wanted. Not entirely.
"Hello, Morgan. I didn't expect to see you here," Lionel said, walking up to the table. "You've been almost reclusive the last few weeks." His eyes slid to Kal and a knowing smile curved his lips.
Wonderful. "Lionel." Morgan rose to shake his hand. "I didn't realize I'd been so bad as that."
"Oh, don't worry. Believe me, I understand." Lionel's eyes raked over Kal, studying him intensely. "But your normally predictable habits have been rather unpredictable lately, and I haven't gotten the chance to run into you in quite awhile."
"Please, join us."
"I was just going to," Lionel said softly. He pulled a chair to the table and sat across from Morgan. For a moment, his eyes lingered on Kal, who was apparently indifferent to Lionel's presence.
Well. Not quite indifferent, and Morgan had to suppress a smile as Kal pulled his chair closer to Morgan and placed his hand on his upper thigh. He didn't look at Lionel, but he seemed tense and hyperaware of his proximity.
"Lionel Luthor, this is Kal. He's been staying with me."
"Kal. Good to meet you." Lionel held out his hand to shake.
Eyes dark, Kal shook Lionel's hand while his left slid further up Morgan's thigh until it was resting over his cock. "Hey." Then, dropping Lionel's hand, he pulled his chair closer to Morgan and kissed his neck.
Morgan suppressed another smile and gently pushed Kal away. "How is Lex?" he asked Lionel. He allowed his own hand to drop underneath the table so he could caress Kal's leg.
"Fine. He's fine. He tells me that we should be ready to drop the axe on Lane Enterprises in a couple days. It will be something of a relief."
"You still aren't checking what he's doing?"
"He knows what he's doing. I taught him everything he knows, after all. Education must account for something."
Education, of course. The boy was a genius, his intellect and intuition far superior to Lionel's. Morgan's too, if he was perfectly honest, but, then, Morgan had always believed himself to be smarter than Lionel, so he freely attributed Lex's genius to himself. Lionel was showy, quick-witted and intelligent, but he worked for every bit of knowledge he'd crammed into his head. Morgan learned nearly everything with little effort, and if he chose not to display his knowledge, it was only because he preferred to be underestimated. Even by his closet friend.
Still, this whole thing made him uncomfortable. "I would prefer it if you looked over what Lex was doing," he said quietly, squeezing Kal's thigh unconsciously.
"There's no need. I've been tabs on him."
"But not taking an active part in it."
Lionel smiled thinly. "Do you think him incapable, Morgan?"
"I think him inexperienced."
"You seem to think that I'm allowing my entire fortune and future in Lex's hands."
Morgan narrowed his eyes at that. "I was under the impression LuthorCorp might be in danger should this take-over go sour." Because that was what Lionel had been hinting at all these weeks. That he was trusting Lex to the biggest deal of LuthorCorp's history, and if it went wrong, Lane Enterprises would own everything. Why so flippant now?
An enigmatic expression fell over Lionel's face and he said, "There is more to life than just LuthorCorp. Even if Lex should somehow lose it, I have no doubt that I should soon claw my way back to the top."
No doubt, although he was rather old for it. Morgan wondered if Lionel wanted him to find out what he was up to, or if he was so caught up in his supposed omnipotence, he didn't care. "And what of Lex?" Morgan asked, pulling Kal's hand off his crotch and folding his fingers under Morgan's.
"It's not like Lex is replaceable, Morgan. If I had to rebuild my empire, he would be at my side, of course."
There again. From anyone else, it would be the right answer, but from Lionel, it was simply wrong. What was he up to? He was speaking about the company that Lionel and he had created from nothing. It was the company built on the ashes of Lionel's parents, mixed with blood from the people who'd gotten in their way, forged in back rooms and dirty dealings and years of labor until it became the colossus it was today.
And trusting Lex was a new one as well. As far back as Morgan could remember, Lionel hadn't trust Lex to do anything but screw up. But now he was trusting Lex to pull this off successfully. Why?
"Is Lex the guy in that picture I saw in Lois Lane's office?" Kal asked suddenly.
"Yes," Morgan replied.
Kal frowned. "He's your son?" Kal looked Lionel over disdainfully and said, "I guess we know who got the looks in your family."
Lionel laughed. "I like him."
"Thank you." He took Kal's hand and kissed the back of it. The conversation and meeting was making him uneasy. Uncomfortable. He didn't like Lionel looking at Kal, he didn't enjoy Kal asserting his ownership quite as much with Lionel here, and he didn't like not knowing what Lionel was doing. Morgan wanted to find out what was going on right now and end this charade. "I'm rather fond of himself myself."
"Tell me, Kal. How much do you charge?"
Kal looked Lionel in the eyes and said, "I'm not for sale, if that's what you're asking. And, if you're not, my wages are between Morgan and me."
"That's no way to get ahead in the world."
"Who says I'm looking to get ahead? I like it where I am."
"To be static is to die."
"Thank you, Lionel," Morgan said dryly.
Lionel smiled at him unapologetically. "I'm not saying anything against you, Morgan. Of course Kal has a world of opportunities should he stay with you and your organization. But he could have so much more should the two of you allow me to introduce him to some associates."
Kal coughed quietly and pulled away from Morgan. Leaning into Lionel, face composed and confident, he said, "Look, Lionel. I'm sure I could make thousands a night whoring for your friends, pretending to give a crap about what old men do and say at parties, and looking pretty and exploitable. And I'm sure you might be able to keep me awake with corporate espionage and breaking into buildings *Mission Impossible* style so you can remain the queen bee in business. But the truth is? I'm not interested. Because you are a small, boring man and I don't like you." He straightened Lionel's tie roughly, then rose. "I'm tired, Morgan. I want to go."
"Have them bring the car around. I'll be down in a moment," Morgan replied.
Lionel turned to watch Kal slink off, then said, "I like that child. I'm almost intrigued enough to buy him for the night." He turned back.
Morgan shrugged. "He's not for sale, Lionel."
"Everyone is for sale," Lionel said dismissively.
"I'm not going to sell him," Morgan said quietly. "I'm not his pimp, and I'm not going to share him."
Lionel's eyebrows rose. "You're not going to share him? Why ever not?"
Because I don't want to. But he didn't say that. Instead, Morgan smiled quietly and asked, "Did you need something?"
"I'd need someone to be gently convinced to come work for me. I have the mouthpiece, but I need someone to do the convincing."
"When?"
"Thursday night, ten-thirty. The man is very regular in his habits and will be isolated, as he always is, at that time."
"I'll have someone for you. Your office?"
Lionel shook his head. "I'll send a car around to the Atlantis at eight to pick him up."
Morgan rose and nodded. "The standard fee will apply, wired to my usual account."
"Very well. And, Morgan," Lionel added with a smile. "Give Kal my best."
TBC ...
Anyway, more Kal/Morgan
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Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6">
Kal was a completely different person without the ring on. Well, perhaps not completely. He had the same smile, although it was less of a self-satisfied smirk and more of a smile of genuine delight. He spoke the same way, but the words coming out were a little slower and less confident. There was a hunch to his shoulders that was missing when he had the ring on, and he was quieter all around.
Morgan wondered if the quietness came from a desire to be hidden or if it was simply an after effect of the taking the ring off. Kal was not feeling quite right, although he seemed better than he had all morning. He was dressed in a silk shirt and very soft slacks in deference to his sensitized skin. His cheeks were still flushed as if he was overheated, but he wasn't sweating anymore.
Still, ring or no ring, Kal loved being showed off. All though lunch, he flirted with Morgan, stroked the back of his hand, leaned over for kisses at any convenient moment, and made it clear to all who he belonged to.
High or not, Kal was clearly his. The concern was the fact that all too quickly, Morgan had become Kal's as well.
He couldn’t say, exactly, why that was. It wasn't strictly sexual since, despite the sensuality Kal radiated, what Morgan wanted from him wasn't just sex. What he'd said to Kal about never having a son to indulge was true; the few times he'd tried with Lex, Lex had grown decidedly uncomfortable and withdrawn until, eventually, Morgan had stopped trying.
Kal wasn't a son by any means. But he did have Morgan wrapped around his finger. He wasn't sure if Kal was aware of that fact, or what he'd do even if he were. Kal was, for all his cynicism and flagrant sexuality, an innocent. His life, up until now, had been sheltered. His parents were married, small town farm people who'd done an excellent job of nurturing this boy. Morgan could still see the sweet innocence of the boy who was struggling to become a man.
Even after the incident in the bathroom. Even after selling himself for three thousand a week. The aura of innocence still clung to him, making Kal nearly irresistible.
Morgan pulled a cigarette from his cigarette case. It was his favorite: pure silver with a mosaic of the sea breaking against the bottom of a rocky cliff. Lillian had given it to him after Lex had been born. Lex's conception and birth had marked a period of deep intimacy between the two of them. Not sexual intimacy, beyond the obvious. Emotional intimacy. Affinity, as well. He hadn't loved her, exactly, nor she him, but there'd been something there between them. Something Morgan believed Lionel had sensed and thus sent Morgan away, trying to preserve not his relationship with his wife, but his ownership.
"You shouldn't smoke," Kal said, frowning as Morgan lit his cigarette.
"Probably not," he agreed. He slipped his lighter back into his pocket and inhaled deeply on his cigarette.
"It's bad for you." Kal took the cigarette from him and was about to ground it out when Morgan asked, "Have you ever tried?"
Kal stopped and he seemed to consider the challenge. It was a stupid, petty thing to taunt the boy over. Especially since Kal was right, and Morgan would prefer not to worry about supporting Kal's nicotine addiction, should he develop one, since there was a good chance Kal would throw himself into smoking with as much enthusiasm as he did everything else.
And, yet, Morgan enjoyed seeing how far he could push Kal. And what he could convince Kal to do by just asking.
"No," he finally said. "I haven't." He raised the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled. Almost immediately, he started coughing, and he shook his head. "You like that?"
"It takes some getting used to." Morgan reached to take back the cigarette, but Kal ground it out, shaking his head.
"The thing is, it won't do anything to me. But it can to you. Why risk it?"
He shrugged. "What have I got to lose?"
"Your life."
"A life well lived. It's not loss then. It's only ... life."
A frown line appeared on the bridge of Kal's nose, and his eyes looked thoughtful. Definitely different than with the ring; now, Kal's eyes were bright and clear and showed every emotion. Normally, there weren't many emotions to reflect.
"I suppose," Kal said. He picked up his fork and idly poked his finger with the prongs. "But why tempt fate? I'm not going to stick around if you're sick."
"I'm not sick. And that's uncharitable. I will, of course, still be paying you, sick or well."
Kal laughed and didn't answer.
"Perhaps you're right," Morgan said contemplatively. He gazed into the distance, remembering. "Someone I ... cared for died because she couldn’t give up smoking." Then he frowned. "Her death didn’t seem like much of a deterrent, though."
"Well, then, what about your star?"
Morgan blinked, eyes focusing on Kal. "My ... my what?"
Blue-green eyes gazed into his guilelessly. "Your star. The one you think is going to burn out too quickly. Before he's thirty. Don’t you want to stay around and make sure he doesn't?"
"He doesn't want me around."
"That doesn't mean he doesn't need you. Even if you're not there." Then Kal frowned and looked back down at his plate. "I'm sorry. I don't want to talk about this anymore."
He's going to leave me. The thought flitted unbidden through Morgan's mind, as did a sense of impending panic. Not yet; it was too soon. Not only did he still need Kal to pull of this next job, but he hadn't quite gotten what he'd wanted from the boy.
Although, he had to admit to himself, he most likely never would get what he wanted. Not entirely.
"Hello, Morgan. I didn't expect to see you here," Lionel said, walking up to the table. "You've been almost reclusive the last few weeks." His eyes slid to Kal and a knowing smile curved his lips.
Wonderful. "Lionel." Morgan rose to shake his hand. "I didn't realize I'd been so bad as that."
"Oh, don't worry. Believe me, I understand." Lionel's eyes raked over Kal, studying him intensely. "But your normally predictable habits have been rather unpredictable lately, and I haven't gotten the chance to run into you in quite awhile."
"Please, join us."
"I was just going to," Lionel said softly. He pulled a chair to the table and sat across from Morgan. For a moment, his eyes lingered on Kal, who was apparently indifferent to Lionel's presence.
Well. Not quite indifferent, and Morgan had to suppress a smile as Kal pulled his chair closer to Morgan and placed his hand on his upper thigh. He didn't look at Lionel, but he seemed tense and hyperaware of his proximity.
"Lionel Luthor, this is Kal. He's been staying with me."
"Kal. Good to meet you." Lionel held out his hand to shake.
Eyes dark, Kal shook Lionel's hand while his left slid further up Morgan's thigh until it was resting over his cock. "Hey." Then, dropping Lionel's hand, he pulled his chair closer to Morgan and kissed his neck.
Morgan suppressed another smile and gently pushed Kal away. "How is Lex?" he asked Lionel. He allowed his own hand to drop underneath the table so he could caress Kal's leg.
"Fine. He's fine. He tells me that we should be ready to drop the axe on Lane Enterprises in a couple days. It will be something of a relief."
"You still aren't checking what he's doing?"
"He knows what he's doing. I taught him everything he knows, after all. Education must account for something."
Education, of course. The boy was a genius, his intellect and intuition far superior to Lionel's. Morgan's too, if he was perfectly honest, but, then, Morgan had always believed himself to be smarter than Lionel, so he freely attributed Lex's genius to himself. Lionel was showy, quick-witted and intelligent, but he worked for every bit of knowledge he'd crammed into his head. Morgan learned nearly everything with little effort, and if he chose not to display his knowledge, it was only because he preferred to be underestimated. Even by his closet friend.
Still, this whole thing made him uncomfortable. "I would prefer it if you looked over what Lex was doing," he said quietly, squeezing Kal's thigh unconsciously.
"There's no need. I've been tabs on him."
"But not taking an active part in it."
Lionel smiled thinly. "Do you think him incapable, Morgan?"
"I think him inexperienced."
"You seem to think that I'm allowing my entire fortune and future in Lex's hands."
Morgan narrowed his eyes at that. "I was under the impression LuthorCorp might be in danger should this take-over go sour." Because that was what Lionel had been hinting at all these weeks. That he was trusting Lex to the biggest deal of LuthorCorp's history, and if it went wrong, Lane Enterprises would own everything. Why so flippant now?
An enigmatic expression fell over Lionel's face and he said, "There is more to life than just LuthorCorp. Even if Lex should somehow lose it, I have no doubt that I should soon claw my way back to the top."
No doubt, although he was rather old for it. Morgan wondered if Lionel wanted him to find out what he was up to, or if he was so caught up in his supposed omnipotence, he didn't care. "And what of Lex?" Morgan asked, pulling Kal's hand off his crotch and folding his fingers under Morgan's.
"It's not like Lex is replaceable, Morgan. If I had to rebuild my empire, he would be at my side, of course."
There again. From anyone else, it would be the right answer, but from Lionel, it was simply wrong. What was he up to? He was speaking about the company that Lionel and he had created from nothing. It was the company built on the ashes of Lionel's parents, mixed with blood from the people who'd gotten in their way, forged in back rooms and dirty dealings and years of labor until it became the colossus it was today.
And trusting Lex was a new one as well. As far back as Morgan could remember, Lionel hadn't trust Lex to do anything but screw up. But now he was trusting Lex to pull this off successfully. Why?
"Is Lex the guy in that picture I saw in Lois Lane's office?" Kal asked suddenly.
"Yes," Morgan replied.
Kal frowned. "He's your son?" Kal looked Lionel over disdainfully and said, "I guess we know who got the looks in your family."
Lionel laughed. "I like him."
"Thank you." He took Kal's hand and kissed the back of it. The conversation and meeting was making him uneasy. Uncomfortable. He didn't like Lionel looking at Kal, he didn't enjoy Kal asserting his ownership quite as much with Lionel here, and he didn't like not knowing what Lionel was doing. Morgan wanted to find out what was going on right now and end this charade. "I'm rather fond of himself myself."
"Tell me, Kal. How much do you charge?"
Kal looked Lionel in the eyes and said, "I'm not for sale, if that's what you're asking. And, if you're not, my wages are between Morgan and me."
"That's no way to get ahead in the world."
"Who says I'm looking to get ahead? I like it where I am."
"To be static is to die."
"Thank you, Lionel," Morgan said dryly.
Lionel smiled at him unapologetically. "I'm not saying anything against you, Morgan. Of course Kal has a world of opportunities should he stay with you and your organization. But he could have so much more should the two of you allow me to introduce him to some associates."
Kal coughed quietly and pulled away from Morgan. Leaning into Lionel, face composed and confident, he said, "Look, Lionel. I'm sure I could make thousands a night whoring for your friends, pretending to give a crap about what old men do and say at parties, and looking pretty and exploitable. And I'm sure you might be able to keep me awake with corporate espionage and breaking into buildings *Mission Impossible* style so you can remain the queen bee in business. But the truth is? I'm not interested. Because you are a small, boring man and I don't like you." He straightened Lionel's tie roughly, then rose. "I'm tired, Morgan. I want to go."
"Have them bring the car around. I'll be down in a moment," Morgan replied.
Lionel turned to watch Kal slink off, then said, "I like that child. I'm almost intrigued enough to buy him for the night." He turned back.
Morgan shrugged. "He's not for sale, Lionel."
"Everyone is for sale," Lionel said dismissively.
"I'm not going to sell him," Morgan said quietly. "I'm not his pimp, and I'm not going to share him."
Lionel's eyebrows rose. "You're not going to share him? Why ever not?"
Because I don't want to. But he didn't say that. Instead, Morgan smiled quietly and asked, "Did you need something?"
"I'd need someone to be gently convinced to come work for me. I have the mouthpiece, but I need someone to do the convincing."
"When?"
"Thursday night, ten-thirty. The man is very regular in his habits and will be isolated, as he always is, at that time."
"I'll have someone for you. Your office?"
Lionel shook his head. "I'll send a car around to the Atlantis at eight to pick him up."
Morgan rose and nodded. "The standard fee will apply, wired to my usual account."
"Very well. And, Morgan," Lionel added with a smile. "Give Kal my best."
TBC ...
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Date: 2004-07-18 07:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-18 09:19 pm (UTC)Yay!! I'm glad I hooked you. :) I'll try to write more soon.
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Date: 2004-07-18 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-18 09:21 pm (UTC)Glad to please. :)
Morgan is so hot in this story and so is Kal.
They are a couple of hotties, aren't they? *dreams happily of Kal and Morgan together*
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Date: 2004-07-18 08:12 pm (UTC)Re: Kal/Morgan
Date: 2004-07-18 09:22 pm (UTC)No, no. We all know that Clark and Lex belong together. It's destiny. This is just the story of what happened before the destiny began. That's all. So it's cool. :)
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Date: 2004-07-18 08:39 pm (UTC)And yay for Clark telling Lionel off, and being utterly unimpressed by him.
CotW was one ofthe first fanfics I ever read, and it cemented my love ofhte CLex. I've added you to my friends list so I don't miss any of this.
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Date: 2004-07-18 09:24 pm (UTC)Thanks! The Morgan/Clark relationship was so much fun in LLAR that I finally had to explore it more.
CotW was one ofthe first fanfics I ever read, and it cemented my love ofhte CLex. I've added you to my friends list so I don't miss any of this.
Thank you. :)
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Date: 2004-07-18 09:36 pm (UTC)And Morgan has gotten under my skin. I feel sad for him.
I always want our beautiful Clex but this prequel just pulls at my heartstrings in the saddest and sweetest ways. And I got to read two chapters at once, thanks to other things pulling me away for a bit.
Speaking of which, thank you so, so much. You are such a sweet, good soul, hon.
{{HUGS}}
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Date: 2004-07-18 10:15 pm (UTC)And Morgan has gotten under my skin. I feel sad for him.
He is sort of tragic, isn't he? All meloncholoy, with all his kids taken from him. *sigh*
I always want our beautiful Clex but this prequel just pulls at my heartstrings in the saddest and sweetest ways.
See, we know who Clark is going to end up with, so we can enjoy him with someone else right now. :)
Speaking of which, thank you so, so much. You are such a sweet, good soul, hon.
You're welcome. I hope I was able to help some. *hugs*
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Date: 2004-07-19 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-19 10:37 pm (UTC)It never gets old. :) Ever