Don't have a heart attack
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serafina20LLAR 2 update. :)
Parts 1-8
Part 9
The sound of a baby laugh woke Lex. It drifted over him, raising goose bumps over his skin and making his stomach clench pleasantly. The smile was on his face before he even opened his eyes. When he finally did pry them open, the comforting sight of gingham curtains and faded pictures of flowers greeted him. The room smelled like pumpkin spice, the sheets were worn flannel, and there were faded clippings of the Torch pinned to the wall.
Home in all the ways home had never been.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach. The full body stretch made his limbs tingle and he groaned to feel blood rushing back to his fingers and toes.
There was the faint, slightly mechanical sound of the song *Mary Had a Little Lamb* and then Lana Lang said, "Good job! That's my little musician!" The baby laughed again.
Lex grinned and climbed out of bed. Even though he'd gone to bed with his shirt on, it was on the floor. And it was Clark's shirt, but that was fine; Lana probably wouldn’t care, just as long as he was dressed.
He stopped into the bathroom quickly to splash water on his face and brush his teeth. Once he felt more human and less grungy, he went downstairs.
"Hey, Lana," he said when he hit the living room floor. He had a lot of energy right now and felt fantastic.
Lana looked up from her position on the floor. Laurel was sitting in front of her, looking pink, chubby, and beautiful, chewing on a toy. "Lex! You're up." She stood and went to him.
"I am. How long did I sleep?" He asked, hugging her.
"Forever." Lana pulled away and tucked her hair behind her ears. "The Kents called me a couple hours ago to see if I could come over and make sure you were all right."
Lex felt his ears go hot with embarrassment. He licked his lower lip and gave a breath of a laugh. "So, uh, they called a baby-sitter, huh?"
Lana rubbed his arm comfortingly. "I wouldn't call it a baby-sitter, no, unless you're talking about Laurel. They had errands to run with Clark and didn't know when they were getting home, and Clark wasn't thrilled with the idea of you being left here alone without knowing what was going on. Apparently, you're a hard man to wake." She said the last suggestively and quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes, I can, if properly induced," he purred back, allowing innuendo to seep into his tone. Then he rubbed his forehead. "I vaguely remember him saying something a few hours ago." In a heavy, sleep-clouded, hazy way, he remembered. Clark had shaken him, then kissed him a dozen times until the bed squeaked; panicked that they were doing something in Clark's old bed with the Kents in the next room, Lex had shot up, only to be reassured that everything was okay, they weren't having sex, and that Clark was just heading out for a few hours. Lex had mumbled something back, kissed his boyfriend sleepily, and then succumbed to sleep once more.
Not that he needed it. Or, maybe he did. Yesterday had been a little much for him. After he'd gotten home from the doctor's, he and Clark had headed for the storage unit. Lex had stayed awake for fifteen minutes before crashing on a divan that had belonged to his mother. Clark had somehow gotten him home where he'd slept through the night, gotten up to drink coffee and eat a piece of toast, and then sleep the ride to Smallville. Where he'd kissed Martha, shook Jonathan's hand and then, yes, gone back to sleep.
He hated it when he crashed this badly. It was embarrassing and frustrating, and he felt as if he was wasting time. At least this time, though, when he finally emerged from his hibernation, he felt human. Awake. Refreshed. "Is there any coffee?"
"Brewing in the kitchen."
He got himself a mug and grabbed a muffin before returning to the living room. Lana had put on a Baby Einstein video for Laurel, who was watching it avidly through huge brown eyes.
"God," he marveled, sinking onto the couch. "She's so beautiful."
"Isn't she?" Lana sighed, smiling fondly at her daughter. "I never thought I could love anyone this much. Sometimes, my heart hurts when I look at her. Like I can't believe anyone as perfect as she is could exist on earth."
"Makes you want to have a dozen more, doesn't it?" he teased.
The smile he got back was sincere, though. And misty.
He just smiled and sipped his coffee. He'd never been that happy, but, then, he'd never been a mother. And, unless Clark and the AI were lying to him, he never would be. Thank God.
"So, where are they?" Lex asked. He broke a piece off his muffin and popped it into his mouth.
"In Grandville buying a new tractor. The one they own keeps breaking. Jonathan is always working on it, and Clark finally insisted it was time for a new one. Luckily, they agreed. They shouldn’t gone be too much longer." Lana sighed and rested her head on the back of the couch. "You look thin."
He nodded and ate another bite of muffin. "I lost weight. I've been busy."
"And depressed, Clark said."
"Yeah." He sipped his coffee.
"Is that why you were sleeping so long?"
One shoulder hitched. "Yesterday was a very emotionally trying day. I'm seeing a psychologist, and she sent me to my physician after the appointment so I could get an adjustment my medication. Our session was so intense, she had to send her assistant with me to make sure I didn't fall asleep on the way over. Or, if I did, that I'd wake up when I needed to."
"Clark didn't go to the appointment with you?"
He shook his head as he answered, "I didn't want him to. I felt like I had to prove that I was comfortable enough with the idea I was doing this to go alone." He took another drink. "I don’t think I'll do that again. I don’t necessarily want him in there with me during the sessions, but I need the comfort of him getting out of there."
Lana gave him a wistful sort of smile and said, "You two are so much in love."
Lex bit his tongue to keep himself from answering. He'd known this woman for a year and had talked to her often. Beyond that, Clark had told Lex about her, so it wasn't as if he hadn't known she could be so... strange. She was right, of course. He and Clark were very much in love. But they weren't exactly talking about that right now.
"Um, yeah," he finally said, when he could trust himself to avoid the oddness of the statement. "We are."
"It's just, you're close, you know? And you take really good care of each other. I know you're having a hard time of things right now, and I think it's wonderful that Clark is so supportive of you."
Lex sensed that she was trying to turn the conversation around to herself and indulged her. "Derek is supportive of you, isn't he?"
A myriad of expressions crossed over Lana's face. She rose and went to her child, whom she picked up and cradled in her arms. "Yeah, of course he is. I mean, he loves me and Laurel so much. But..."
But. Lex scanned her quickly and tried to fill in that "but." He came up with, "But, I'm still in love with Clark," "But I think I'm a lesbian," and "But I'm so tired now days because of the Talon and the baby and Derek just doesn't seem to get it," when Lana sighed again and said, "It's just, what with the baby and the Talon, and taking care of the house and everything, I'm always tired, you know? And Derek, bless him, *tries* to understand, I know he does, but he doesn't get how stressed I am. I just can't shake the feeling that, if he was Clark..."
Lex choked on his coffee; he couldn't believe she'd said that.
She flushed. "That came out totally wrong. I don’t want him to be Clark. I don’t want him to be anyone but himself. I love my husband." Lana kissed Laurel's hair and said, "It's just sometimes, I feel as if I'm missing out on some great romance that I was supposed to have. Like you and Clark have. Just this epic, passionate, all consuming love where you'd do *anything* for the other."
"Lana, Derek would do anything for you," Lex said. "I've never seen a man more in love with a woman than he is with you. It's just a matter of communicating what you need to him." He finished his coffee and set it aside. "Clark and I are lucky. He's very perceptive, and I'm a whiny bitch who demands that he take care of me. And I've trained myself to be perceptive as well, so if he tries to hide something, I can usually ferret it out. But not everyone is like that, which is why you have to use your words."
"I know." She sighed and shook her head.
Laurel squealed suddenly and tugged on Lana's hair. A spasm of pain crossed her face as Laurel tugged harder and harder, twisting her fist in the long locks.
Smiling, Lex reached out and untangled the pudgy fist from the long dark locks with some difficulties. When he managed the feat, he pulled the baby into his lap. "Hey, sweetie," he said, touching the lovely upturned nose.
Wide dark eyes blinked into his and he got a gummy smile.
"When are you and Clark getting married?" Lana asked.
"We haven't set a date yet." He ran his finger down Laurel's velvet soft cheek. "We're going to wait until I'm a little more stable."
"You seem stable now."
"Yeah, today," he snorted. "Right now. Check back with me tomorrow. Or even in an hour." He sighed and bounced Laurel lightly, smiling when she started giggling. "My mood is all over the place recently, although, for the most part, it's down. I don't know how Clark puts up with me."
"Same way Derek does me. He loves you."
"Yeah."
"So, not even the fact that you're getting married to the man you love is making you happy?"
He swallowed back his annoyance. It wasn't the first time someone had said something similar to him. A couple of people at the Planet had probed into why he was depressed after he'd been lauded for an article he'd written, or Superman had been caught flying with him again, and at the Daily Planet Christmas party, when Clark had kissed him passionately under the mistletoe. "It'd be nice if depression worked like that, wouldn’t he?" Lex replied. "Sadly, the belief my world is absolutely ending is completely independent of events that are actually happening. I can be happy for short periods of a time, but even then I'm not completely happy, and I just can't make myself. It's not something I can control at this point."
"But you will be able to control it?"
"I don't know. My psychologist said I need to learn new ways to think and deal with things. Her job is to help get the mess inside my head sorted out, and then start with new patterns of thought. But it's not going to be something that just happens, unfortunately."
"Well, you're lucky you have Clark," she said. "He'll wait for you to be happy. It's what he does."
"Yeah," Lex said, trying not to let the conversation dampen his mood. He liked Lana, he did, but, God, did she have to remind him of his weaknesses?
She reached out and touched Laurel gently, as if too much time had passed since she'd last had contact with her child. "Do you and Clark think you'll have any children?"
Nice way to open a can of worms there, Lana. "I don't know," he answered honestly. He placed a kiss on Laurel's head and leaned back. "I think Clark would like to. I don't know if I'm the parent type. I figure it's something we'll work out later."
"Shouldn't you work it out before you get married?"
"I don’t think it's necessary in our case. We've talked about it. Clark's always said that all he wants is a life for the two of us, and if it doesn't include children, that's fine. I know he's going to try to convince me--and is using the Muppet here to sway my vote," he added, giving Laurel another kiss. "But he won't push me into anything. I do know, though, that he's got a surrogate lined up, just in case."
A shadow passed over Lana's face. "Right. Chloe."
Lex raised his eyebrows. He'd just been kidding before with the lesbian thing, but it looked like he was closer to the mark than he'd thought. It was heartening; he'd been sketching reading people for months, and to hit something that deeply buried...
"Yeah," he said, watching her closely. "Chloe Sullivan. You used to live with her, right?"
"Right through the first two years of college, yeah." She tugged at the ends of her hair restlessly. "When my aunt Nell moved to Metropolis, Chloe invited me to live with her and her dad. And it was... good for the most part. I mean, there were moments, obviously, especially since we were both in love with Clark for all those years. And she was heavily into investigative journalism in high school, and always digging where you didn't want her. I could never really trust her. And then, in college, she managed to push too far."
"What happened?"
Lana shrugged and ran her hand through her hair. She really was a beautiful woman, especially with the lingering baby-weight. It made her breasts fuller and cheeks rounder. Her hair was like a shiny, dark pool. In some ways, she reminded him of a dark-eyed Lois, only... nice.
"Noting much. She and I were in school and, one day, Clark showed up. He barely said anything to me, and the two of them disappeared for *hours*. After that, Chloe started acting very weird. She never told me what they'd talked about and, at the end of the year, she quit New York University and moved to San Francisco. Now she's working for a private investigating firm out there and we never talk."
"I've yet to meet Chloe. She's been too busy since Clark and I got together, and we haven't had a good moment to get out there."
"You'll probably like her. Men usually do."
He smiled faintly trying to decide if he wanted to decipher that. "I know Clark does. But I honestly don't know about the whole children thing. I'd be a terrible parent."
"Oh, I don't know," Clark said, coming up from behind Lex. "You'd have beautiful children." His hand clamped on Lex's shoulders, and he leaned over.
Lex tilted his head back, feeling as if he was coming suddenly alive. "Hey," he said, a smile breaking over his face.
Clark returned the smile. "Hey."
They kissed, and, suddenly, it was as if Lex would never get enough of Clark's lips on his. He arched up, following Clark so he could kiss him again. His spine tingled as their lips touched and he shivered as a warm, hazy glow surrounded him.
"Later," Clark breathed into Lex's mouth, and then he rose. "Ah, look at the kidlet. She's gotten so beautiful, Lana." He took the baby from Lex and kissed her chubby cheek.
"Isn't she?" Lana asked. She beamed at Clark, and then rose from the couch. "I'm actually going to take off right now. Derek is going to be home soon, and I have to get dinner started." She tossed Laurel's toys into her diaper bag. "I'll see you boys tomorrow, right?"
"Two o'clock," Clark promised, relinquishing the baby to Lana.
"Very good. Bye, Lex." She kissed both his and Clark's cheek and then left.
Lex raised his eyebrow at Clark. "Aren't you going to pay her for baby-sitting me?"
Clark grinned and flopped onto the couch next to Lex. His legs fell over Lex's and he rested his head against the back of the couch. "I'm just doing a funds transfer later. The fee she asked was more than I had on hand."
"You suck."
"Quite well, I'm told."
"Clark! Your parents."
"They're still outside. X-Ray vision, remember?"
"Right." Lex moved closer and laid his head on Clark's arm. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He took Lex's hand and kissed the palm. "And I have a surprise for you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. But you don't get it until after dinner." His lips traveled down Lex's wrist and nuzzled. "First, we'll visit with my parents and make nice. And then... we'll make nice."
"Make nice?" Lex asked, eyebrow raised. He still had serious reservations about even kissing in that damn squeaky bed in Clark's old room. On the other hand, for the first time in a month, he was horny. What was a Luthor to do?
"Trust me," Clark promised softly as Martha and Jonathan entered the house. "Everything is going to be fine."
TBC...
Don't know when the enxt part will be. I have in mapped in my head, but i want to work on COTW, too. But i've got my weekends back, so I'll have time then.
Parts 1-8
Part 9
The sound of a baby laugh woke Lex. It drifted over him, raising goose bumps over his skin and making his stomach clench pleasantly. The smile was on his face before he even opened his eyes. When he finally did pry them open, the comforting sight of gingham curtains and faded pictures of flowers greeted him. The room smelled like pumpkin spice, the sheets were worn flannel, and there were faded clippings of the Torch pinned to the wall.
Home in all the ways home had never been.
He sighed and rolled onto his stomach. The full body stretch made his limbs tingle and he groaned to feel blood rushing back to his fingers and toes.
There was the faint, slightly mechanical sound of the song *Mary Had a Little Lamb* and then Lana Lang said, "Good job! That's my little musician!" The baby laughed again.
Lex grinned and climbed out of bed. Even though he'd gone to bed with his shirt on, it was on the floor. And it was Clark's shirt, but that was fine; Lana probably wouldn’t care, just as long as he was dressed.
He stopped into the bathroom quickly to splash water on his face and brush his teeth. Once he felt more human and less grungy, he went downstairs.
"Hey, Lana," he said when he hit the living room floor. He had a lot of energy right now and felt fantastic.
Lana looked up from her position on the floor. Laurel was sitting in front of her, looking pink, chubby, and beautiful, chewing on a toy. "Lex! You're up." She stood and went to him.
"I am. How long did I sleep?" He asked, hugging her.
"Forever." Lana pulled away and tucked her hair behind her ears. "The Kents called me a couple hours ago to see if I could come over and make sure you were all right."
Lex felt his ears go hot with embarrassment. He licked his lower lip and gave a breath of a laugh. "So, uh, they called a baby-sitter, huh?"
Lana rubbed his arm comfortingly. "I wouldn't call it a baby-sitter, no, unless you're talking about Laurel. They had errands to run with Clark and didn't know when they were getting home, and Clark wasn't thrilled with the idea of you being left here alone without knowing what was going on. Apparently, you're a hard man to wake." She said the last suggestively and quirked her eyebrow.
"Yes, I can, if properly induced," he purred back, allowing innuendo to seep into his tone. Then he rubbed his forehead. "I vaguely remember him saying something a few hours ago." In a heavy, sleep-clouded, hazy way, he remembered. Clark had shaken him, then kissed him a dozen times until the bed squeaked; panicked that they were doing something in Clark's old bed with the Kents in the next room, Lex had shot up, only to be reassured that everything was okay, they weren't having sex, and that Clark was just heading out for a few hours. Lex had mumbled something back, kissed his boyfriend sleepily, and then succumbed to sleep once more.
Not that he needed it. Or, maybe he did. Yesterday had been a little much for him. After he'd gotten home from the doctor's, he and Clark had headed for the storage unit. Lex had stayed awake for fifteen minutes before crashing on a divan that had belonged to his mother. Clark had somehow gotten him home where he'd slept through the night, gotten up to drink coffee and eat a piece of toast, and then sleep the ride to Smallville. Where he'd kissed Martha, shook Jonathan's hand and then, yes, gone back to sleep.
He hated it when he crashed this badly. It was embarrassing and frustrating, and he felt as if he was wasting time. At least this time, though, when he finally emerged from his hibernation, he felt human. Awake. Refreshed. "Is there any coffee?"
"Brewing in the kitchen."
He got himself a mug and grabbed a muffin before returning to the living room. Lana had put on a Baby Einstein video for Laurel, who was watching it avidly through huge brown eyes.
"God," he marveled, sinking onto the couch. "She's so beautiful."
"Isn't she?" Lana sighed, smiling fondly at her daughter. "I never thought I could love anyone this much. Sometimes, my heart hurts when I look at her. Like I can't believe anyone as perfect as she is could exist on earth."
"Makes you want to have a dozen more, doesn't it?" he teased.
The smile he got back was sincere, though. And misty.
He just smiled and sipped his coffee. He'd never been that happy, but, then, he'd never been a mother. And, unless Clark and the AI were lying to him, he never would be. Thank God.
"So, where are they?" Lex asked. He broke a piece off his muffin and popped it into his mouth.
"In Grandville buying a new tractor. The one they own keeps breaking. Jonathan is always working on it, and Clark finally insisted it was time for a new one. Luckily, they agreed. They shouldn’t gone be too much longer." Lana sighed and rested her head on the back of the couch. "You look thin."
He nodded and ate another bite of muffin. "I lost weight. I've been busy."
"And depressed, Clark said."
"Yeah." He sipped his coffee.
"Is that why you were sleeping so long?"
One shoulder hitched. "Yesterday was a very emotionally trying day. I'm seeing a psychologist, and she sent me to my physician after the appointment so I could get an adjustment my medication. Our session was so intense, she had to send her assistant with me to make sure I didn't fall asleep on the way over. Or, if I did, that I'd wake up when I needed to."
"Clark didn't go to the appointment with you?"
He shook his head as he answered, "I didn't want him to. I felt like I had to prove that I was comfortable enough with the idea I was doing this to go alone." He took another drink. "I don’t think I'll do that again. I don’t necessarily want him in there with me during the sessions, but I need the comfort of him getting out of there."
Lana gave him a wistful sort of smile and said, "You two are so much in love."
Lex bit his tongue to keep himself from answering. He'd known this woman for a year and had talked to her often. Beyond that, Clark had told Lex about her, so it wasn't as if he hadn't known she could be so... strange. She was right, of course. He and Clark were very much in love. But they weren't exactly talking about that right now.
"Um, yeah," he finally said, when he could trust himself to avoid the oddness of the statement. "We are."
"It's just, you're close, you know? And you take really good care of each other. I know you're having a hard time of things right now, and I think it's wonderful that Clark is so supportive of you."
Lex sensed that she was trying to turn the conversation around to herself and indulged her. "Derek is supportive of you, isn't he?"
A myriad of expressions crossed over Lana's face. She rose and went to her child, whom she picked up and cradled in her arms. "Yeah, of course he is. I mean, he loves me and Laurel so much. But..."
But. Lex scanned her quickly and tried to fill in that "but." He came up with, "But, I'm still in love with Clark," "But I think I'm a lesbian," and "But I'm so tired now days because of the Talon and the baby and Derek just doesn't seem to get it," when Lana sighed again and said, "It's just, what with the baby and the Talon, and taking care of the house and everything, I'm always tired, you know? And Derek, bless him, *tries* to understand, I know he does, but he doesn't get how stressed I am. I just can't shake the feeling that, if he was Clark..."
Lex choked on his coffee; he couldn't believe she'd said that.
She flushed. "That came out totally wrong. I don’t want him to be Clark. I don’t want him to be anyone but himself. I love my husband." Lana kissed Laurel's hair and said, "It's just sometimes, I feel as if I'm missing out on some great romance that I was supposed to have. Like you and Clark have. Just this epic, passionate, all consuming love where you'd do *anything* for the other."
"Lana, Derek would do anything for you," Lex said. "I've never seen a man more in love with a woman than he is with you. It's just a matter of communicating what you need to him." He finished his coffee and set it aside. "Clark and I are lucky. He's very perceptive, and I'm a whiny bitch who demands that he take care of me. And I've trained myself to be perceptive as well, so if he tries to hide something, I can usually ferret it out. But not everyone is like that, which is why you have to use your words."
"I know." She sighed and shook her head.
Laurel squealed suddenly and tugged on Lana's hair. A spasm of pain crossed her face as Laurel tugged harder and harder, twisting her fist in the long locks.
Smiling, Lex reached out and untangled the pudgy fist from the long dark locks with some difficulties. When he managed the feat, he pulled the baby into his lap. "Hey, sweetie," he said, touching the lovely upturned nose.
Wide dark eyes blinked into his and he got a gummy smile.
"When are you and Clark getting married?" Lana asked.
"We haven't set a date yet." He ran his finger down Laurel's velvet soft cheek. "We're going to wait until I'm a little more stable."
"You seem stable now."
"Yeah, today," he snorted. "Right now. Check back with me tomorrow. Or even in an hour." He sighed and bounced Laurel lightly, smiling when she started giggling. "My mood is all over the place recently, although, for the most part, it's down. I don't know how Clark puts up with me."
"Same way Derek does me. He loves you."
"Yeah."
"So, not even the fact that you're getting married to the man you love is making you happy?"
He swallowed back his annoyance. It wasn't the first time someone had said something similar to him. A couple of people at the Planet had probed into why he was depressed after he'd been lauded for an article he'd written, or Superman had been caught flying with him again, and at the Daily Planet Christmas party, when Clark had kissed him passionately under the mistletoe. "It'd be nice if depression worked like that, wouldn’t he?" Lex replied. "Sadly, the belief my world is absolutely ending is completely independent of events that are actually happening. I can be happy for short periods of a time, but even then I'm not completely happy, and I just can't make myself. It's not something I can control at this point."
"But you will be able to control it?"
"I don't know. My psychologist said I need to learn new ways to think and deal with things. Her job is to help get the mess inside my head sorted out, and then start with new patterns of thought. But it's not going to be something that just happens, unfortunately."
"Well, you're lucky you have Clark," she said. "He'll wait for you to be happy. It's what he does."
"Yeah," Lex said, trying not to let the conversation dampen his mood. He liked Lana, he did, but, God, did she have to remind him of his weaknesses?
She reached out and touched Laurel gently, as if too much time had passed since she'd last had contact with her child. "Do you and Clark think you'll have any children?"
Nice way to open a can of worms there, Lana. "I don't know," he answered honestly. He placed a kiss on Laurel's head and leaned back. "I think Clark would like to. I don't know if I'm the parent type. I figure it's something we'll work out later."
"Shouldn't you work it out before you get married?"
"I don’t think it's necessary in our case. We've talked about it. Clark's always said that all he wants is a life for the two of us, and if it doesn't include children, that's fine. I know he's going to try to convince me--and is using the Muppet here to sway my vote," he added, giving Laurel another kiss. "But he won't push me into anything. I do know, though, that he's got a surrogate lined up, just in case."
A shadow passed over Lana's face. "Right. Chloe."
Lex raised his eyebrows. He'd just been kidding before with the lesbian thing, but it looked like he was closer to the mark than he'd thought. It was heartening; he'd been sketching reading people for months, and to hit something that deeply buried...
"Yeah," he said, watching her closely. "Chloe Sullivan. You used to live with her, right?"
"Right through the first two years of college, yeah." She tugged at the ends of her hair restlessly. "When my aunt Nell moved to Metropolis, Chloe invited me to live with her and her dad. And it was... good for the most part. I mean, there were moments, obviously, especially since we were both in love with Clark for all those years. And she was heavily into investigative journalism in high school, and always digging where you didn't want her. I could never really trust her. And then, in college, she managed to push too far."
"What happened?"
Lana shrugged and ran her hand through her hair. She really was a beautiful woman, especially with the lingering baby-weight. It made her breasts fuller and cheeks rounder. Her hair was like a shiny, dark pool. In some ways, she reminded him of a dark-eyed Lois, only... nice.
"Noting much. She and I were in school and, one day, Clark showed up. He barely said anything to me, and the two of them disappeared for *hours*. After that, Chloe started acting very weird. She never told me what they'd talked about and, at the end of the year, she quit New York University and moved to San Francisco. Now she's working for a private investigating firm out there and we never talk."
"I've yet to meet Chloe. She's been too busy since Clark and I got together, and we haven't had a good moment to get out there."
"You'll probably like her. Men usually do."
He smiled faintly trying to decide if he wanted to decipher that. "I know Clark does. But I honestly don't know about the whole children thing. I'd be a terrible parent."
"Oh, I don't know," Clark said, coming up from behind Lex. "You'd have beautiful children." His hand clamped on Lex's shoulders, and he leaned over.
Lex tilted his head back, feeling as if he was coming suddenly alive. "Hey," he said, a smile breaking over his face.
Clark returned the smile. "Hey."
They kissed, and, suddenly, it was as if Lex would never get enough of Clark's lips on his. He arched up, following Clark so he could kiss him again. His spine tingled as their lips touched and he shivered as a warm, hazy glow surrounded him.
"Later," Clark breathed into Lex's mouth, and then he rose. "Ah, look at the kidlet. She's gotten so beautiful, Lana." He took the baby from Lex and kissed her chubby cheek.
"Isn't she?" Lana asked. She beamed at Clark, and then rose from the couch. "I'm actually going to take off right now. Derek is going to be home soon, and I have to get dinner started." She tossed Laurel's toys into her diaper bag. "I'll see you boys tomorrow, right?"
"Two o'clock," Clark promised, relinquishing the baby to Lana.
"Very good. Bye, Lex." She kissed both his and Clark's cheek and then left.
Lex raised his eyebrow at Clark. "Aren't you going to pay her for baby-sitting me?"
Clark grinned and flopped onto the couch next to Lex. His legs fell over Lex's and he rested his head against the back of the couch. "I'm just doing a funds transfer later. The fee she asked was more than I had on hand."
"You suck."
"Quite well, I'm told."
"Clark! Your parents."
"They're still outside. X-Ray vision, remember?"
"Right." Lex moved closer and laid his head on Clark's arm. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He took Lex's hand and kissed the palm. "And I have a surprise for you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. But you don't get it until after dinner." His lips traveled down Lex's wrist and nuzzled. "First, we'll visit with my parents and make nice. And then... we'll make nice."
"Make nice?" Lex asked, eyebrow raised. He still had serious reservations about even kissing in that damn squeaky bed in Clark's old room. On the other hand, for the first time in a month, he was horny. What was a Luthor to do?
"Trust me," Clark promised softly as Martha and Jonathan entered the house. "Everything is going to be fine."
TBC...
Don't know when the enxt part will be. I have in mapped in my head, but i want to work on COTW, too. But i've got my weekends back, so I'll have time then.
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Date: 2004-10-07 10:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 07:31 pm (UTC)Daddy!Lex is becoming my new kink. There needs to be more daddy!Lex fic out tehre. :P
Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2004-10-08 02:27 am (UTC)awwwww...
so perfect!!!!
*loveS*
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 06:53 am (UTC)You're a cruel, cruel woman.
On the other hand, I'm so excited that there's another part that I'll let it slide. YAY, LLAR! *dances*
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:33 pm (UTC)I know. And I'm sorry. Really. :P
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Date: 2004-10-08 08:03 am (UTC)I loved the baby part. And Lex. Lex and a baby. Awwww! *melts some more*
*hugs you tight*
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:34 pm (UTC)Doesn't the idea of Lex with a baby just do it for you? *sigh*
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Date: 2004-10-08 09:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 07:35 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'm always nervous about Lana. I really like the idea of her, but the executio on the show always leaves much to be desired. I"m glad i'm able to make her a good character, though. :)
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Date: 2004-10-08 10:55 am (UTC)CotW here I come. I should have some cliff notes for you, too, when I get back from vacation *g*
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Date: 2004-10-08 07:39 pm (UTC)Which is funny just because someoen said the other day that all the exposition on the show should only be entrusted to Chloe.:P And, yes, Lana means well but, in the end, it's all about her. She and I have that in common, in fact.
CotW here I come. I should have some cliff notes for you, too, when I get back from vacation *g*
Yay!!! And have fun!
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Date: 2004-10-08 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-08 07:41 pm (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2004-10-09 12:19 pm (UTC)And hey! Maybe porn in the near future! Lex's sex drive is back! Yay! You write great sex scenes.
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Date: 2004-10-09 08:29 pm (UTC)I feel guilty every time I do, but I still manage. :)
And if you were writing Lana for the show, my FF button wouldn't be getting such a workout.
Write AlMiles and tell them that. I could use a new job. :P