Stand By Me 29
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roxyParts 1--28 are here.
Okay--that's all she wrote!
I'd like to thank and kiss the ankles of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
capnzebbie if she hadn't helped me with this bit it wouldn't have happened at all. Thanks for putting my ass back on track, my darling!
Also, I'd like to thankgraysong for giving me the idea in the first place--she made a comment about the unrealistic aspects of some fic*koffminekoff* in terms of Smallville being sort of Gay Central...it stuck! *grin*
I'm going to close my eyes and beg for help--I need help to put this together and fix boo-boos and logic bombs--it's a hell of alot to ask for and it's cool if no one wants to do it. i don't want to do it either*pout* It's been so much fun doing this! I hope ya'll had as good a time as I did.
so--I was thinking about an epilogue, if anyone thinks there should be one, please could you vote in your comments?--you lurkerettes too, or no cookies for you, my friends!
The drive took a turn into nightmare when they were heading out of Kansas—Clark ended up in the back seat holding Lex as he alternated burning up with fever and shaking with chills…he cried out and thrashed, he swore Clark was Lionel, he accused Clark of helping Lionel and broke Clark’s heart when he cried at his supposed betrayal…at times Whitney switched with Clark, holding Lex while Clark drove so he could calm himself down and deal with Lex again.
Clark knew he’d never forget that ride as long as he lived, and Lex was never going to have to suffer that ever again if he could help it. Nothing was going to make Lex hurt like that again, nothing.
Clark was in the front seat with Whit, driving for a bit to let Whit relax. Lex was snoring softly in the back seat and Clark was glad the fevers had gone; he was almost completely healed and finally sleeping normally. Clark felt pretty good, Whit was in a talkative mood, and the evening was actually kind of pleasant.
Whitney stretched his legs and enjoyed the play of light over Clark’s features. The sun was beginning to set and it turned Clark’s skin a warm gold. His eyes looked even greener in this light, and Whitney was amazed--Clark was just incredibly handsome and when he was relaxed and happy—Whitney shook his head. Amazing.
They had been talking about the visions—memories--they’d all shared that day. Whitney thought that Lex’s ability, cranked up to a high degree by fear and pain, had reached out for them, calling for help. Clark’s lips thinned and he looked angry, nodded.
“I was already on my way to Lex when they hit—man, I ended up in a ditch, damn it. Those were your memories, the bloody fur?” Whit asked. Clark nodded. “What was it--”
Clark interrupted him, “I don’t want to talk about that now—some day, okay? Just—not now.”
Whitney shrugged and went on, Clark would tell him when he was ready. “The ice cubes, the girls…that was me.”
Clark smiled. “No kidding, Casanova—I was pretty sure it wasn’t Lex. What about the… other? The fingers…that was Lex?”
Whitney pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit up and grinned. “Nah, that was me too—I don’t think Lex was in there anywhere…strange, hunh? ”
Clark glanced quickly at Whitney. “Whitney, you’re really kind of a bimbo. Can you call a man a bimbo?” He shook his head but he was kind of impressed.
Whitney laughed. “I think you call them lucky.” He hesitated a second, not really sure if this was the time to speak what was on his mind, but he pushed ahead. “Clark, you should know, I don’t feel bad about killing Lionel—he deserved it, and I don’t regret it at all. Not that I think I’ll make it a habit, you understand.” He grinned at Clark’s look of shock and shook his head. “Its like shooting fish in a barrel with you, Clark.” He sobered again and asked quietly, “Does it bother you, that it doesn’t bother me?” and waited for Clarks answer.
“Whitney—what can I say? It’s done, its over and we have to go on—besides he would have killed Lex and I don’t think I could have survived that. So, no—it doesn’t bother me.”
Whit nodded. He knew these two were connected on a level he couldn’t understand. A part of him was grateful to be included—not a part he would acknowledge openly. “When I hit him—it made the most awful noise--I still hear it…I can still feel it.” He shuddered briefly and Clark reached over and squeezed Whit’s knee.
“Knock it off, I’m fine,” he said and flipped the cigarette out the window.
“Whit! You can start fires that way!” Clark scolded.
“Good, let Kansas burn to the fucking ground.”
They were silent for quite a long time after that—each in their own thoughts.
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They had pulled off deep in the woods off of route 40, the moon gleaming high in the sky and a crackling fire making it cheerful, almost like they were camping out instead of on the lam, Clark thought. Whitney lay on his side reading a book by the firelight, Clark and Lex lay on top of each other talking quietly.
The remains of a campfire dinner were still unburied and Whitney nursed a beer and snuck looks at the two. They looked happy, and it was nice to see. Whitney finished the beer, and gathered the scraps, walked out into the dark to dispose of them. When he got back, the bundle of covers wasn’t stationary, and he figured he better take himself to the other side of the car, maybe just hop in the car…and try not to listen.
Lex sighed in pleasure as Clark softly, slowly kissed his way down his neck, to his chest. His breath sounded loud under the blankets …Clark’s tongue swept across his nipple and made him jump. Clark did it again, and pulled the hard nub into his mouth and worked his tongue over it until Lex groaned—he couldn’t believe how good it felt--Clark’s mouth, Clark’s arms around him, smooth and hot, every inch of him was hot and Lex soaked up the warmth like a sponge. Clark lifted his head and moved higher. Lex whimpered at the loss of contact. There was something under the blanket, poking him in the side and he scooted closer, threw a leg over Clark’s hip and groaned as they pressed hard together, hip to hip, chest to chest.
“Clark! Oh--”
“Shhh.” Clark pressed his lips to Lex’s and the blanket slid back a little, letting cool air rush in and making Lex shiver. Clarks hands came up to cradle his head, he sank his fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer—“Shhh,” he whispered again and kissed Lex’s lips open, rolling his tongue against his lips, Lex lips opened on a sigh, “Clark”…his tongue slid smoothly against Clark’s again and again until all he wanted was to kiss him forever, feel his mouth wet and hot under his, suck on his tongue like he wanted to suck on his cock… “Lex” Clark groaned, and rolled against him, and Lex wanted to feel all of him, naked against him, he wanted to feel his cock, his mouth on him….
They pushed clothing out of the way, pants slid down, shirts were shrugged off and balled under them, limbs wrapped around each other and they pushed, rocked and strained to be closer. Lex needed more, he needed to feel Clark’s mouth on him, his hand—Clark bent and mouthed the tender skin of his belly, making him hiss. His tongue swept in and out of his navel, he nibbled sharp little bites down to the base of his cock. Damn. Damn—“Shit!” he gasped aloud when Clark’s mouth slid over him and he felt his cock bump against the back of his throat…the head rubbed against the roof of Clark’s mouth, his tongue rubbed against the underside… There was nothing in the world except Clark’s mouth.Clark held his balls, rolling them in his hand, his fingers slipped back, softly, gently, rubbing little circles, sliding back until they rested in his cleft.
Lex shivered and grabbed his hand, “Stop please.”
Clark froze. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped, his cock wilting as he pulled back. Lex gripped him hard, pulled him closer and wrapped Clark’s hand around his waist. “Don’t worry. It’s okay. It’s okay.” and tried to pull Clark closer again.
Clark felt ill. “Let’s wait a little bit, okay?”
Suddenly a shadow dropped over them and Whit stood there, a blanket around his shoulders, naked, hard and shivering. “It’s cold, scoot over,” he said to Clark who moved immediately and gaped at Whitney as he squirmed in under the blankets between them. Whit leaned over and enthusiastically kissed Lex and rubbed back into Clark.
“Mmm. Warm!” He kissed Lex again, humming happily as he worked his way downwards and licked Lex’s belly, nibbling and licking over the red spots Clark had left, pressing against Clark until he had to press back, his cock slipping against Whit, sliding easier as pre-come drooled out and slicked the way, the sensation tortured him, making him moan. Lex jerked and thrust, Clark’s helpless groaning exciting him as much as Whitney kissing along the length of his cock, nuzzling around in the crisp little curls at the base, mouthing and teasing until his cock dripped and he couldn’t stop the little gasps bursting from his mouth. Whitney gently pushed against Lex until he lay flat, and then licked a long stripe up his cock.
Lex jumped and groaned but his eyes were on Clark. Clark was hard again, his cock bobbing with every stripe Whitney licked up Lex’s twitching cock. Clark leaned over and put his hands on Whit’s hips, smoothing circles as he watched Whit sink down on Lex, sucking in and out, drawing back until only the tip of his tongue was on Lex, leaving him quivering, wet and straining up towards his mouth…. He slipped a finger inside Whit and all three gasped. Clark’s cock jerked and a thin string of precome glistened from his cock to Whit’ s hip…
Whit lifted his head and groaned—“Glove box. There’s stuff in the glove box.”
Lex bucked and grunted. “Boy scout--”
“Fuck you, you should be glad someone’s prepared”. He took Lex in his mouth again and sucked idly, teasingly until Clark came back, flushed red and eager.
He dropped on his knees behind Whitney, and Lex couldn’t believe it was possible to be even more excited then he was—Whitney groaned and lunged down on him when Clark slid oil-coated fingers inside, stroking slowly and surely in, crooking his fingers to find the place Whitney taught him about, he felt Whitney clamp down on him and groan—Clark watched Lex’s face as he fucked Whitney with his fingers, watched Lex’s eyes narrow and his teeth bare as Whitney swallowed him whole. Lex arched, panting in time with Clark’s breath. Clark oiled his cock and gasped over and over as he stroked himself and watched Whitney plunge up and down on Lex. Whit pressed his ass against Clark’s straining dick and pushed back so quickly Clark was sheathed instantly. They froze, all three—a push one way or the other and it would be over.
Lex grunted, “Fuck him Clark, let me see,” and Clark shouted, and prayed not to come on the spot—he began fucking Whitney with no finesse, no grace, gripped him and thought, “careful, careful, careful”—but Whitney set a fast pace, and sucked Lex harder, Lex lifted up and thrust into his mouth and Whit’s eyes rolled back and he shook.
“Feel it? You feel it?” Lex gasped out. He was falling into Clark’s eyes, into silence so complete it weighed him down, into wonderful heat, images swamped his mind and gave way to sensation-- Whitney’s mouth on him, for a split second he felt himself filled and he felt himself in Whitney and then he saw Lex--himself. Time stopped, he was outside of himself looking in and—Lex saw himself as Clark saw him--blazing, full of light, he was…beautiful….
It was too much—it hurt, there was so much love it hurt. Tears were hot on his skin, but if they were his tears or Clark’s he wasn’t sure…a hot tear ran down his thigh to drop onto the blanket under him.
The silence exploded and the night rushed back in and he heard Clark.“Yes!”
“Yes! I feel it, I feel it too,” Clark gasped out, and bit his lip and thrust into Whitney—calling out Lex’s name and shaking over Whit’s shivering back as he fought to keep his eyes on Lex. Lex exploded—he came harder than he ever remembered coming-- his eyes were on Clark, his hands were wrapped in Whit’s hair, thrusting, and feeling Whit’s throat working as he swallowed —Clark flung his hands over Lex’s and grunted as Whitney clamped down on him and came, come pulsing across the blankets, splashing warm against Lex’s legs. Clark’s head tipped back to the sky as he rode out his own aftershocks with Whitney….
They lay tangled around each other, gasping for breath and a little stunned. Whitney reached out first, snagged the blankets and yanked at them until the boys were covered again.
Lex sighed. “I’m the only one in the wet spot right?”
Clark snickered sleepily and snugged closer to Whitney.
Whitney was quiet for a moment and then spoke, “You know, when we get to New York, we’re going to need a plan…”
Clark was instantly wide awake—“No Whit--”
Lex was shaking his head already.
“What? I haven’t even said anything yet! Listen, this is the best plan ever…”
~fin~
2-27-2005
You know...I was thinking...what if Gunn was talking to Wes about why he hated the vampires so much, I mean, really talked about it...Smack me!
Okay--that's all she wrote!
I'd like to thank and kiss the ankles of
capnzebbie if she hadn't helped me with this bit it wouldn't have happened at all. Thanks for putting my ass back on track, my darling!Also, I'd like to thank
graysong for giving me the idea in the first place--she made a comment about the unrealistic aspects of some fic*koffminekoff* in terms of Smallville being sort of Gay Central...it stuck! *grin*I'm going to close my eyes and beg for help--I need help to put this together and fix boo-boos and logic bombs--it's a hell of alot to ask for and it's cool if no one wants to do it. i don't want to do it either*pout* It's been so much fun doing this! I hope ya'll had as good a time as I did.
so--I was thinking about an epilogue, if anyone thinks there should be one, please could you vote in your comments?--you lurkerettes too, or no cookies for you, my friends!
The drive took a turn into nightmare when they were heading out of Kansas—Clark ended up in the back seat holding Lex as he alternated burning up with fever and shaking with chills…he cried out and thrashed, he swore Clark was Lionel, he accused Clark of helping Lionel and broke Clark’s heart when he cried at his supposed betrayal…at times Whitney switched with Clark, holding Lex while Clark drove so he could calm himself down and deal with Lex again.
Clark knew he’d never forget that ride as long as he lived, and Lex was never going to have to suffer that ever again if he could help it. Nothing was going to make Lex hurt like that again, nothing.
Clark was in the front seat with Whit, driving for a bit to let Whit relax. Lex was snoring softly in the back seat and Clark was glad the fevers had gone; he was almost completely healed and finally sleeping normally. Clark felt pretty good, Whit was in a talkative mood, and the evening was actually kind of pleasant.
Whitney stretched his legs and enjoyed the play of light over Clark’s features. The sun was beginning to set and it turned Clark’s skin a warm gold. His eyes looked even greener in this light, and Whitney was amazed--Clark was just incredibly handsome and when he was relaxed and happy—Whitney shook his head. Amazing.
They had been talking about the visions—memories--they’d all shared that day. Whitney thought that Lex’s ability, cranked up to a high degree by fear and pain, had reached out for them, calling for help. Clark’s lips thinned and he looked angry, nodded.
“I was already on my way to Lex when they hit—man, I ended up in a ditch, damn it. Those were your memories, the bloody fur?” Whit asked. Clark nodded. “What was it--”
Clark interrupted him, “I don’t want to talk about that now—some day, okay? Just—not now.”
Whitney shrugged and went on, Clark would tell him when he was ready. “The ice cubes, the girls…that was me.”
Clark smiled. “No kidding, Casanova—I was pretty sure it wasn’t Lex. What about the… other? The fingers…that was Lex?”
Whitney pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, lit up and grinned. “Nah, that was me too—I don’t think Lex was in there anywhere…strange, hunh? ”
Clark glanced quickly at Whitney. “Whitney, you’re really kind of a bimbo. Can you call a man a bimbo?” He shook his head but he was kind of impressed.
Whitney laughed. “I think you call them lucky.” He hesitated a second, not really sure if this was the time to speak what was on his mind, but he pushed ahead. “Clark, you should know, I don’t feel bad about killing Lionel—he deserved it, and I don’t regret it at all. Not that I think I’ll make it a habit, you understand.” He grinned at Clark’s look of shock and shook his head. “Its like shooting fish in a barrel with you, Clark.” He sobered again and asked quietly, “Does it bother you, that it doesn’t bother me?” and waited for Clarks answer.
“Whitney—what can I say? It’s done, its over and we have to go on—besides he would have killed Lex and I don’t think I could have survived that. So, no—it doesn’t bother me.”
Whit nodded. He knew these two were connected on a level he couldn’t understand. A part of him was grateful to be included—not a part he would acknowledge openly. “When I hit him—it made the most awful noise--I still hear it…I can still feel it.” He shuddered briefly and Clark reached over and squeezed Whit’s knee.
“Knock it off, I’m fine,” he said and flipped the cigarette out the window.
“Whit! You can start fires that way!” Clark scolded.
“Good, let Kansas burn to the fucking ground.”
They were silent for quite a long time after that—each in their own thoughts.
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They had pulled off deep in the woods off of route 40, the moon gleaming high in the sky and a crackling fire making it cheerful, almost like they were camping out instead of on the lam, Clark thought. Whitney lay on his side reading a book by the firelight, Clark and Lex lay on top of each other talking quietly.
The remains of a campfire dinner were still unburied and Whitney nursed a beer and snuck looks at the two. They looked happy, and it was nice to see. Whitney finished the beer, and gathered the scraps, walked out into the dark to dispose of them. When he got back, the bundle of covers wasn’t stationary, and he figured he better take himself to the other side of the car, maybe just hop in the car…and try not to listen.
Lex sighed in pleasure as Clark softly, slowly kissed his way down his neck, to his chest. His breath sounded loud under the blankets …Clark’s tongue swept across his nipple and made him jump. Clark did it again, and pulled the hard nub into his mouth and worked his tongue over it until Lex groaned—he couldn’t believe how good it felt--Clark’s mouth, Clark’s arms around him, smooth and hot, every inch of him was hot and Lex soaked up the warmth like a sponge. Clark lifted his head and moved higher. Lex whimpered at the loss of contact. There was something under the blanket, poking him in the side and he scooted closer, threw a leg over Clark’s hip and groaned as they pressed hard together, hip to hip, chest to chest.
“Clark! Oh--”
“Shhh.” Clark pressed his lips to Lex’s and the blanket slid back a little, letting cool air rush in and making Lex shiver. Clarks hands came up to cradle his head, he sank his fingers into his hair and pulled his head closer—“Shhh,” he whispered again and kissed Lex’s lips open, rolling his tongue against his lips, Lex lips opened on a sigh, “Clark”…his tongue slid smoothly against Clark’s again and again until all he wanted was to kiss him forever, feel his mouth wet and hot under his, suck on his tongue like he wanted to suck on his cock… “Lex” Clark groaned, and rolled against him, and Lex wanted to feel all of him, naked against him, he wanted to feel his cock, his mouth on him….
They pushed clothing out of the way, pants slid down, shirts were shrugged off and balled under them, limbs wrapped around each other and they pushed, rocked and strained to be closer. Lex needed more, he needed to feel Clark’s mouth on him, his hand—Clark bent and mouthed the tender skin of his belly, making him hiss. His tongue swept in and out of his navel, he nibbled sharp little bites down to the base of his cock. Damn. Damn—“Shit!” he gasped aloud when Clark’s mouth slid over him and he felt his cock bump against the back of his throat…the head rubbed against the roof of Clark’s mouth, his tongue rubbed against the underside… There was nothing in the world except Clark’s mouth.Clark held his balls, rolling them in his hand, his fingers slipped back, softly, gently, rubbing little circles, sliding back until they rested in his cleft.
Lex shivered and grabbed his hand, “Stop please.”
Clark froze. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he gasped, his cock wilting as he pulled back. Lex gripped him hard, pulled him closer and wrapped Clark’s hand around his waist. “Don’t worry. It’s okay. It’s okay.” and tried to pull Clark closer again.
Clark felt ill. “Let’s wait a little bit, okay?”
Suddenly a shadow dropped over them and Whit stood there, a blanket around his shoulders, naked, hard and shivering. “It’s cold, scoot over,” he said to Clark who moved immediately and gaped at Whitney as he squirmed in under the blankets between them. Whit leaned over and enthusiastically kissed Lex and rubbed back into Clark.
“Mmm. Warm!” He kissed Lex again, humming happily as he worked his way downwards and licked Lex’s belly, nibbling and licking over the red spots Clark had left, pressing against Clark until he had to press back, his cock slipping against Whit, sliding easier as pre-come drooled out and slicked the way, the sensation tortured him, making him moan. Lex jerked and thrust, Clark’s helpless groaning exciting him as much as Whitney kissing along the length of his cock, nuzzling around in the crisp little curls at the base, mouthing and teasing until his cock dripped and he couldn’t stop the little gasps bursting from his mouth. Whitney gently pushed against Lex until he lay flat, and then licked a long stripe up his cock.
Lex jumped and groaned but his eyes were on Clark. Clark was hard again, his cock bobbing with every stripe Whitney licked up Lex’s twitching cock. Clark leaned over and put his hands on Whit’s hips, smoothing circles as he watched Whit sink down on Lex, sucking in and out, drawing back until only the tip of his tongue was on Lex, leaving him quivering, wet and straining up towards his mouth…. He slipped a finger inside Whit and all three gasped. Clark’s cock jerked and a thin string of precome glistened from his cock to Whit’ s hip…
Whit lifted his head and groaned—“Glove box. There’s stuff in the glove box.”
Lex bucked and grunted. “Boy scout--”
“Fuck you, you should be glad someone’s prepared”. He took Lex in his mouth again and sucked idly, teasingly until Clark came back, flushed red and eager.
He dropped on his knees behind Whitney, and Lex couldn’t believe it was possible to be even more excited then he was—Whitney groaned and lunged down on him when Clark slid oil-coated fingers inside, stroking slowly and surely in, crooking his fingers to find the place Whitney taught him about, he felt Whitney clamp down on him and groan—Clark watched Lex’s face as he fucked Whitney with his fingers, watched Lex’s eyes narrow and his teeth bare as Whitney swallowed him whole. Lex arched, panting in time with Clark’s breath. Clark oiled his cock and gasped over and over as he stroked himself and watched Whitney plunge up and down on Lex. Whit pressed his ass against Clark’s straining dick and pushed back so quickly Clark was sheathed instantly. They froze, all three—a push one way or the other and it would be over.
Lex grunted, “Fuck him Clark, let me see,” and Clark shouted, and prayed not to come on the spot—he began fucking Whitney with no finesse, no grace, gripped him and thought, “careful, careful, careful”—but Whitney set a fast pace, and sucked Lex harder, Lex lifted up and thrust into his mouth and Whit’s eyes rolled back and he shook.
“Feel it? You feel it?” Lex gasped out. He was falling into Clark’s eyes, into silence so complete it weighed him down, into wonderful heat, images swamped his mind and gave way to sensation-- Whitney’s mouth on him, for a split second he felt himself filled and he felt himself in Whitney and then he saw Lex--himself. Time stopped, he was outside of himself looking in and—Lex saw himself as Clark saw him--blazing, full of light, he was…beautiful….
It was too much—it hurt, there was so much love it hurt. Tears were hot on his skin, but if they were his tears or Clark’s he wasn’t sure…a hot tear ran down his thigh to drop onto the blanket under him.
The silence exploded and the night rushed back in and he heard Clark.“Yes!”
“Yes! I feel it, I feel it too,” Clark gasped out, and bit his lip and thrust into Whitney—calling out Lex’s name and shaking over Whit’s shivering back as he fought to keep his eyes on Lex. Lex exploded—he came harder than he ever remembered coming-- his eyes were on Clark, his hands were wrapped in Whit’s hair, thrusting, and feeling Whit’s throat working as he swallowed —Clark flung his hands over Lex’s and grunted as Whitney clamped down on him and came, come pulsing across the blankets, splashing warm against Lex’s legs. Clark’s head tipped back to the sky as he rode out his own aftershocks with Whitney….
They lay tangled around each other, gasping for breath and a little stunned. Whitney reached out first, snagged the blankets and yanked at them until the boys were covered again.
Lex sighed. “I’m the only one in the wet spot right?”
Clark snickered sleepily and snugged closer to Whitney.
Whitney was quiet for a moment and then spoke, “You know, when we get to New York, we’re going to need a plan…”
Clark was instantly wide awake—“No Whit--”
Lex was shaking his head already.
“What? I haven’t even said anything yet! Listen, this is the best plan ever…”
~fin~
2-27-2005
You know...I was thinking...what if Gunn was talking to Wes about why he hated the vampires so much, I mean, really talked about it...Smack me!
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2/28/05 02:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
2/28/05 03:59 am (UTC)'Cause, if there's going to be porn, you shouldn't half step, you know? *wink*
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2/28/05 02:51 am (UTC)Heeee! Yes, Whitney really is kind of a bimbo.
Time stopped, he was outside of himself looking in and-Lex saw himself as Clark saw him--blazing, full of light, he was...beautiful....
Awwwwwwwwww! I love that Lex can finally see the value that Clark has placed on him. Lex needs love so much.
Whitney was quiet for a moment and then spoke, "You know, when we get to New York, we're going to need a plan..."
Clark was instantly wide awake-"No Whit--"
Lex was shaking his head already.
"What? I haven't even said anything yet! Listen, this is the best plan ever...”
They really are going to have tie Whitney down. He is just going to get Lex and Clark in so much trouble unless the watch him every minute. Geeeez!
I really enjoyed every bit of this story! It was/is really awesome.
cough. ..Let me be one of the first to say a doing well and thriving extra epilogue would be really really cool!.. . cough
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2/28/05 03:12 am (UTC)And I'm definitely voting in favor of an epilogue! :-)
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2/28/05 04:10 am (UTC)And my muses clearly saw it too! ;-)
oh yes
2/28/05 03:40 am (UTC)And yeah, not having Lex penetrated here was good. It was the logical follow up to all the hell he lived through.
Beautiful bond with the boys through Lex's gift. I loved all of it. So hot, so powerful, so sweet.
Thank you so much for posting this, sweetie!
*kisses* and {{{snugs}}}
Re: oh yes
2/28/05 04:09 am (UTC)Gosh, thank *you* for all your help and for keeping this from blowing up completely. Thank you for hanging in there with me--I really appreciate your kindness. :)
*HUGHUG*
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2/28/05 03:50 am (UTC)Awww, you weren't off track, just frazzled. But I was happy to help. And you can send the whole thing on to me when you get it done--I'll do a big beta for you this time.
Oh, and epilogue? I vote yes! We need a happily ever after with maybe a little glimpse of Pete, too.
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2/28/05 04:13 am (UTC)You're my hero!
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2/28/05 04:16 am (UTC)Sis, kiss her for me!
And you, kiss Sis for me!*HUUUUG*
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2/28/05 04:21 am (UTC)LMAO - is that a thanks or a damn you?!
And I kind of like the cut tag text as your epilogue O)~
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2/28/05 03:37 pm (UTC)Lovely stuff.
Epilogue, huh? One year later, and Pete's at the door!!
:)
*bounce*
This was so fun, Ms. Thang - love it!
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3/6/05 10:31 am (UTC)I would leave better feedback, but it's really, really late. At this point, it's so late it's early, actually. I couldn't stop reading, this was so good! And now I have to go pass out. *grin*
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3/7/05 06:13 am (UTC)Thanks so much for dropping by, I'm glad you liked it.
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3/8/05 06:37 pm (UTC)I love your historical stuff so much!!! Can't wait to find out what's next!!
Great job as always roxy!!
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8/16/05 09:42 pm (UTC)Thank you for such a wonderful story.
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