L&C Do Europe part 7!
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More L&C, still no sex. Not Yet. Sex is coming my friends, oh yes…in fact, I can tell you, there’s going to be lots and lots of sex. Oh yes.
Well, I might be exaggerating a little. Maybe not lots and lots…but some for sure. Only not this go round.
Well, my stars, enough of my rambling little blather, let’s tune in to some fic shall we/
IX Things Are Heating Up…Maybe
The Eiffel Tower was amazing and awe-inspiring. Clark was astounded at what those old guys could do. He tried to imagine something like this in Smallville and the only image he could come up with was the windmill in Chandler’s Field, with the Eiffel Tower looming behind it in the background. He smiled to himself. Yep, Smallville, the Paris of the Prairie.
It would have been even more fascinating if Yvette could have shut up about herself for even one minute, could have stopped showing off unfortunately excellent English for one precious, silent second. But no—and now she was lecturing him about the esthetics of the Tower… huge snooze.
‘I think the tower represents the pinnacle of achievement in man’s search for blending the artistic and the functional, it is machine as art, don’t you feel? It strives to serve the heart as well as the body…” Clark nodded and let his eyes glaze over, nodding and smiling, nodding and smiling, and doing his own version of Mystery Science Theater in his head. He glanced at Lex, who looked as glazed over with her babbling as he did.
She waved her hands about and spoke loud enough for the surrounding crowd to be awed at her acuity, and Clark thought, Gee, except for the endless yapping, she kind of reminds me of Lana—and felt stricken by the enormous betrayal of Lana, his Lana--what was he thinking—she was nothing liker this obnoxious though admittedly hot as hell poser. Lana wasn’t loud, obnoxious, and self-centered…she didn’t talk about herself non-stop…she didn’t think she was the center of all…Crap.
Lana was kind of…self-centered…a little. Just a little. She did seem able to turn even the most innocuous conversation into a deep discussion and examination of her pain and her bravery in facing that pain…oh gosh. He reached a rather painful epiphany-- she *was* almost as bad as Yvette…He turned to Lex and wanted to ask him his opinion, Lex knew how he felt—or maybe, a creeping slithery slippery little thought slinked through his brain—maybe, how he *had* felt about her, but Lex was suffering so openly and obviously that Clark hesitated. Instead he leaned in and whispered, “Please tell me you never had sex with her,” trying to make him laugh.
He glowed inside when he succeeded. “Worse,” Lex flushed and muttered, “I did it more than once. And She. Never. Shut. Up. Then. Either.” He ground out between clenched teeth.
Clark felt somehow he’d won a major battle. He could afford to be magnanimous and smile at Yvette, who stuttered slightly and stared at Clark. Alain, her brother, stood too close to Lex and watched his sister and Clark. Clark grimaced.
Alain had a way of making him feel really strange and uncomfortable, like something prickly was trying to crawl under his skin. His expression was kind of…hungry, greedy, and horrible images flashed through Clark’s mind, of Lex and Yvette—and Alain. Clark froze inside—how—what—geez...*that* was in his brain? A chill ran down his back. Wow. He was kind of …a perv. Hunh.
He looked back at Alain, who caught his look and smiled, licked his lips. Clark scowled at him. He really, *really* didn’t like him.
Lex meanwhile gave Clark a quick run-down on the Tower history and Clark ignored the Two Stooges and gave himself up to enjoying the lecture, and Lex’s enthusiasm for it, the sound of his voice rolling over him. Yeah. This is what he’d wanted. Lex talking to him, telling him stuff he thought he should know, his velvet voice flowing over him like the hand it should be—what?
Clark shook himself. Whooo. Tired…his mind was definitely wandering. It was past time for lunch, the Stooges had monopolized every bit of this day and Lex didn’t even seem like he liked them that much and Clark was beginning to suspect he might have a jealousy problem. Maybe he wasn’t very good at sharing Lex’s attention…or maybe he just didn’t like the way the snotty Stooges took Lex over like he belonged to them. Old friends. Yeah. I’m sure..
Lunch better be damn good because something had to go right, darn it.
He caught sight of himself in the glass window of one of the shops and he was surprised, really surprised at how different he looked. More like the guys around them and a little less like the big geeky American tourist he knew he really was. He’d let Lex talk him into actually wearing one of the outfits he’d bought him—and wasn’t it going to be fun explaining to Dad why Lex spent a fortune on clothes for him when they got back home.
The shirt was kind of tight and a little short--every time he moved it showed a little skin, but Lex told him it looked good and best of all, it was his favorite colors, blue and when he rolled the sleeves up, they were lined in red, plus the little bit around the neckline was red. Lex swore he didn’t look dorky, so…he smiled shyly at himself, feeling a little silly for checking himself out.
Lex whispered to him, “Yes, Clark. You look good.” He flushed deep red, and then thankfully they were in the restaurant and he gave his mind over to the thought of food. Lots of it. And lots and lots of very cold stuff to drink, he thought. Lots.
X Did We Really Order This?
They had a few good days again in which they were alone, and they toured some museums and some churches because you had to, it wouldn’t be right not to, Clark thought. He’d fallen hard for the Louvre, and Lex had been obviously pleased with him. They saw a little of everything, some ancient pieces, Egyptian and Roman and Persian art, and Lex knew something about all of it. Clark marveled. When had he had time to develop a reputation as a bad boy? He was just such an enormous geek…
Clark followed Lex in a happy daze. Looking at the sculpture made his hands itch to form something as wonderful, and the paintings amazed him. It was nothing like looking at copies in books or cards. He’d been amazed that the way the paint was applied to the canvas was sometimes as fascinating as the actual picture.
Of course, he’d looked at the Mona Lisa, carefully protected from the public. Lex smiled, shrugged and patted him on the back when Clark saw with dismay the crowd in front of the famous painting was huge, piled against the wooden banister that helped protect the world’s most famous lady from her admirers. Lex walked away to look at the other paintings, leaving Clark straining to see something over the crowd and finally he just used the vision thing to look at the painting closely. He grinned to himself. No doubt he was getting a better look than any tourist had had for years and years. Sometimes having these ‘abilities ‘ made life a little easier. He turned to look for Lex—and sometimes not. Lex was standing next to him again, watching him, the way he sometimes did at home, that look that said ‘I know something’s up, and you’re never ever going to tell me are you?’ and there was that distance again…Clark tried to hide a sigh.
Clark bought postcards and touristy souvenirs for his Mom and friends. He bought one for himself, one that he tucked under the others. The card was of a painting that had grabbed his eye and he couldn’t walk away from it. It was simple, just a young man sitting on a rock surrounded by ocean, Clark imagined he was catching his breath after swimming out to the rocks, and the painter captured his moment of rest…the thoughts, the feeling it caused, embarrassed him but, it was just so…arresting. He’d make sure to ask Lex about it some other time.
Clark loved every day that they were in Paris. They went sight-seeing, they shopped--he bought something for everyone at home--and they ate and ate, until Clark was convinced he was in heaven, a wonderful heaven that contained nothing but food and Lex and he wanted to take more time to think about that. Since the day at the Eiffel Tower when he realized his ideal princess suddenly wasn’t quite that ideal, he’d been people watching. Trying to see what it was that made a couple, what made people click, searching for that…thing… that would explain all.
One particular morning found them seated outside at a café, Lex was reading a local morning paper because in his own way, Clark decided, he was as much a show off as Yvette. He frowned as he snuck little glances at Lex, watching him read and make little comments to himself in French, laugh a little, frown a little—geez, what a Yvette he could be. He smirked at Lex, rolled his eyes a little when he looked up at him. Lex instantly assumed the ‘Pardon Me, Is There A Problem?’ look. Clark shook his head no and tried not to laugh out loud.
He turned back to his breakfast, chewing happily away on croissants that didn’t taste a darn thing like the croissants at the Dillon’s, thank goodness, and drinking cocoa that had as much resemblance to cocoa in Smallville as pigs had to swans. He forced himself to stop watching Lex and watched the crowd instead, sipping idly and doodling on a cardboard coaster with Lex’s pen until he found his attention drawn to a couple on the sidewalk.
They seemed happy together. Clark watched the young man cup the girl’s elbow and lean in to whisper something in her ear. She threw her head back and laughed, a deep delighted sound. The boy grinned happily with an air of accomplishment and Clark thought with surprise, he’s beautiful. Just as beautiful as his postcard, the one of the painting of the boy by the sea.
He kept looking, drawn to the joy on the young man’s face, drawn to the shape of his face, to his hand, still cupped around the girl’s delicate pointy elbow, the strangely jerky-graceful movements of his body as he moved around his girl, checking her outfit out admiringly—he moved like a colt, Clark thought, so cute…finally his thoughts really, *really* registered with him. His thoughts *and* the semi he covered swiftly with the enormous starched white napkin, nearly big as a blanket and for that Clark was extremely grateful. He blushed violently and thought, is it an alien thing? Did all his people suddenly become bi at some point? Because until that moment he’d never ever looked at another man’s ass and wondered what it would feel like under his palm.
Ouch.
He squirmed a bit. The nicely tailored flat-front khaki pants he was wearing (thanks to Lex) didn’t provide the…space that a comfy pair of board shorts did. He arranged the napkin higher on his lap, shoved the croissant he’d been nibbling at in his mouth, chewed like a combine and gulped at his cocoa.
He was licking the whipped cream from the cocoa off his upper lip when he glanced up from the table and caught the guy looking at him. Staring at his mouth. Licking his own lip in reflex. His girl giggled and elbowed him in the ribs. The guy blushed and laughed and the ‘couple’ walked away, leaving Clark swirling in a whirlpool of emotion and confusion. What was going on? How was he supposed to handle this? How could he tell Lex? Should he?
And then his happiness became complete, up the street came the Two Stooges. They called out to them.
“But this is wonderful! How fortunate to see you here!”
Clark groaned silently but Lex—Lex looked a little sharper, a little less like Lex and more like…Clark shivered. Lionel? Someone a lot less nice then Lex was, anyway. What was up?
They talked over coffees, and Clark idled away the time looking at guys on the street, checking his responses. He also looked at Lex. And also looked at Alain and Yvette, but not Alain so much, because he had to fight the urge to slap him unconscious too much.
He heard Alain exclaim, “No! So soon?” and he turned his eyes toward Clark. “Why are you leaving our country all ready?”
Oh. That. Clark shrugged and wanted to look away but Alain grabbed his wrist and Clark got very still---it wouldn’t do to dislocate the guy’s shoulder by yanking his hand away. “Don’t you want to stay, Clark? It’s only been--”
“Two weeks,” his sister cut in and smiled. Side by side, smiling away, the effect they created to Clark was…eerie. They looked so much alike, identical pointed little faces, little round pink cheeks, mobile expressive mouth and full lips, and both had the most amazing scarily huge, round, blue eyes ever. The blue of their eyes was so, so bright they almost looked clear, and the pupils looked bigger and blacker because of the clarity…they should be beautiful, Clark thought but they were creepy—like elves were creepy, why wasn’t everyone terrified of elves, scary friking things they were—Clark came back to the conversation with a jolt. He really needed to stop this mental wandering…what the heck were they talking about now?
“Of course,” Lex smiled, “Please come see us tonight. It would be nice to spend an evening with you since we leave tomorrow afternoon.”
What the heck? Lex *wanted* to spend time with the Stooges? Clark frowned. Why the hell would he want the Stooges around—he knew he wasn’t all that crazy about them. He glanced at Lex who was staring at Alain like…like he should be staring at him.
Clark refused to think about it anymore. He decided instead to concentrate on the fact that the Two Stooges were going to ruin his last night in Paris and to hate them very much. Butt-heads.
Once again life proved to be surprising--that night actually turned out to be fun. Clark almost felt a little guilty at how much he enjoyed hanging out with the Stooges when he really did hate them so much, but they made Lex laugh a lot, the real laugh, the kind of goofy and sweet laugh that always made him feel warm and Yvette had a very cute laugh too—plus she kept slipping him sips of wine from her glass—and Alain did too. The little bar was so nice, with it’s exposed brick walls and rattan furniture, and some sort of jazz combo playing away…he just felt so—continental—but wisely refrained from saying so. Finally the others stood, and Yvette and Alain pulled Clark to his feet, and amidst a lot of stumbling and laughter and teasing, they made their way back to the hotel.
Continued in Part 7
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
More L&C, still no sex. Not Yet. Sex is coming my friends, oh yes…in fact, I can tell you, there’s going to be lots and lots of sex. Oh yes.
Well, I might be exaggerating a little. Maybe not lots and lots…but some for sure. Only not this go round.
Well, my stars, enough of my rambling little blather, let’s tune in to some fic shall we/
IX Things Are Heating Up…Maybe
The Eiffel Tower was amazing and awe-inspiring. Clark was astounded at what those old guys could do. He tried to imagine something like this in Smallville and the only image he could come up with was the windmill in Chandler’s Field, with the Eiffel Tower looming behind it in the background. He smiled to himself. Yep, Smallville, the Paris of the Prairie.
It would have been even more fascinating if Yvette could have shut up about herself for even one minute, could have stopped showing off unfortunately excellent English for one precious, silent second. But no—and now she was lecturing him about the esthetics of the Tower… huge snooze.
‘I think the tower represents the pinnacle of achievement in man’s search for blending the artistic and the functional, it is machine as art, don’t you feel? It strives to serve the heart as well as the body…” Clark nodded and let his eyes glaze over, nodding and smiling, nodding and smiling, and doing his own version of Mystery Science Theater in his head. He glanced at Lex, who looked as glazed over with her babbling as he did.
She waved her hands about and spoke loud enough for the surrounding crowd to be awed at her acuity, and Clark thought, Gee, except for the endless yapping, she kind of reminds me of Lana—and felt stricken by the enormous betrayal of Lana, his Lana--what was he thinking—she was nothing liker this obnoxious though admittedly hot as hell poser. Lana wasn’t loud, obnoxious, and self-centered…she didn’t talk about herself non-stop…she didn’t think she was the center of all…Crap.
Lana was kind of…self-centered…a little. Just a little. She did seem able to turn even the most innocuous conversation into a deep discussion and examination of her pain and her bravery in facing that pain…oh gosh. He reached a rather painful epiphany-- she *was* almost as bad as Yvette…He turned to Lex and wanted to ask him his opinion, Lex knew how he felt—or maybe, a creeping slithery slippery little thought slinked through his brain—maybe, how he *had* felt about her, but Lex was suffering so openly and obviously that Clark hesitated. Instead he leaned in and whispered, “Please tell me you never had sex with her,” trying to make him laugh.
He glowed inside when he succeeded. “Worse,” Lex flushed and muttered, “I did it more than once. And She. Never. Shut. Up. Then. Either.” He ground out between clenched teeth.
Clark felt somehow he’d won a major battle. He could afford to be magnanimous and smile at Yvette, who stuttered slightly and stared at Clark. Alain, her brother, stood too close to Lex and watched his sister and Clark. Clark grimaced.
Alain had a way of making him feel really strange and uncomfortable, like something prickly was trying to crawl under his skin. His expression was kind of…hungry, greedy, and horrible images flashed through Clark’s mind, of Lex and Yvette—and Alain. Clark froze inside—how—what—geez...*that* was in his brain? A chill ran down his back. Wow. He was kind of …a perv. Hunh.
He looked back at Alain, who caught his look and smiled, licked his lips. Clark scowled at him. He really, *really* didn’t like him.
Lex meanwhile gave Clark a quick run-down on the Tower history and Clark ignored the Two Stooges and gave himself up to enjoying the lecture, and Lex’s enthusiasm for it, the sound of his voice rolling over him. Yeah. This is what he’d wanted. Lex talking to him, telling him stuff he thought he should know, his velvet voice flowing over him like the hand it should be—what?
Clark shook himself. Whooo. Tired…his mind was definitely wandering. It was past time for lunch, the Stooges had monopolized every bit of this day and Lex didn’t even seem like he liked them that much and Clark was beginning to suspect he might have a jealousy problem. Maybe he wasn’t very good at sharing Lex’s attention…or maybe he just didn’t like the way the snotty Stooges took Lex over like he belonged to them. Old friends. Yeah. I’m sure..
Lunch better be damn good because something had to go right, darn it.
He caught sight of himself in the glass window of one of the shops and he was surprised, really surprised at how different he looked. More like the guys around them and a little less like the big geeky American tourist he knew he really was. He’d let Lex talk him into actually wearing one of the outfits he’d bought him—and wasn’t it going to be fun explaining to Dad why Lex spent a fortune on clothes for him when they got back home.
The shirt was kind of tight and a little short--every time he moved it showed a little skin, but Lex told him it looked good and best of all, it was his favorite colors, blue and when he rolled the sleeves up, they were lined in red, plus the little bit around the neckline was red. Lex swore he didn’t look dorky, so…he smiled shyly at himself, feeling a little silly for checking himself out.
Lex whispered to him, “Yes, Clark. You look good.” He flushed deep red, and then thankfully they were in the restaurant and he gave his mind over to the thought of food. Lots of it. And lots and lots of very cold stuff to drink, he thought. Lots.
X Did We Really Order This?
They had a few good days again in which they were alone, and they toured some museums and some churches because you had to, it wouldn’t be right not to, Clark thought. He’d fallen hard for the Louvre, and Lex had been obviously pleased with him. They saw a little of everything, some ancient pieces, Egyptian and Roman and Persian art, and Lex knew something about all of it. Clark marveled. When had he had time to develop a reputation as a bad boy? He was just such an enormous geek…
Clark followed Lex in a happy daze. Looking at the sculpture made his hands itch to form something as wonderful, and the paintings amazed him. It was nothing like looking at copies in books or cards. He’d been amazed that the way the paint was applied to the canvas was sometimes as fascinating as the actual picture.
Of course, he’d looked at the Mona Lisa, carefully protected from the public. Lex smiled, shrugged and patted him on the back when Clark saw with dismay the crowd in front of the famous painting was huge, piled against the wooden banister that helped protect the world’s most famous lady from her admirers. Lex walked away to look at the other paintings, leaving Clark straining to see something over the crowd and finally he just used the vision thing to look at the painting closely. He grinned to himself. No doubt he was getting a better look than any tourist had had for years and years. Sometimes having these ‘abilities ‘ made life a little easier. He turned to look for Lex—and sometimes not. Lex was standing next to him again, watching him, the way he sometimes did at home, that look that said ‘I know something’s up, and you’re never ever going to tell me are you?’ and there was that distance again…Clark tried to hide a sigh.
Clark bought postcards and touristy souvenirs for his Mom and friends. He bought one for himself, one that he tucked under the others. The card was of a painting that had grabbed his eye and he couldn’t walk away from it. It was simple, just a young man sitting on a rock surrounded by ocean, Clark imagined he was catching his breath after swimming out to the rocks, and the painter captured his moment of rest…the thoughts, the feeling it caused, embarrassed him but, it was just so…arresting. He’d make sure to ask Lex about it some other time.
Clark loved every day that they were in Paris. They went sight-seeing, they shopped--he bought something for everyone at home--and they ate and ate, until Clark was convinced he was in heaven, a wonderful heaven that contained nothing but food and Lex and he wanted to take more time to think about that. Since the day at the Eiffel Tower when he realized his ideal princess suddenly wasn’t quite that ideal, he’d been people watching. Trying to see what it was that made a couple, what made people click, searching for that…thing… that would explain all.
One particular morning found them seated outside at a café, Lex was reading a local morning paper because in his own way, Clark decided, he was as much a show off as Yvette. He frowned as he snuck little glances at Lex, watching him read and make little comments to himself in French, laugh a little, frown a little—geez, what a Yvette he could be. He smirked at Lex, rolled his eyes a little when he looked up at him. Lex instantly assumed the ‘Pardon Me, Is There A Problem?’ look. Clark shook his head no and tried not to laugh out loud.
He turned back to his breakfast, chewing happily away on croissants that didn’t taste a darn thing like the croissants at the Dillon’s, thank goodness, and drinking cocoa that had as much resemblance to cocoa in Smallville as pigs had to swans. He forced himself to stop watching Lex and watched the crowd instead, sipping idly and doodling on a cardboard coaster with Lex’s pen until he found his attention drawn to a couple on the sidewalk.
They seemed happy together. Clark watched the young man cup the girl’s elbow and lean in to whisper something in her ear. She threw her head back and laughed, a deep delighted sound. The boy grinned happily with an air of accomplishment and Clark thought with surprise, he’s beautiful. Just as beautiful as his postcard, the one of the painting of the boy by the sea.
He kept looking, drawn to the joy on the young man’s face, drawn to the shape of his face, to his hand, still cupped around the girl’s delicate pointy elbow, the strangely jerky-graceful movements of his body as he moved around his girl, checking her outfit out admiringly—he moved like a colt, Clark thought, so cute…finally his thoughts really, *really* registered with him. His thoughts *and* the semi he covered swiftly with the enormous starched white napkin, nearly big as a blanket and for that Clark was extremely grateful. He blushed violently and thought, is it an alien thing? Did all his people suddenly become bi at some point? Because until that moment he’d never ever looked at another man’s ass and wondered what it would feel like under his palm.
Ouch.
He squirmed a bit. The nicely tailored flat-front khaki pants he was wearing (thanks to Lex) didn’t provide the…space that a comfy pair of board shorts did. He arranged the napkin higher on his lap, shoved the croissant he’d been nibbling at in his mouth, chewed like a combine and gulped at his cocoa.
He was licking the whipped cream from the cocoa off his upper lip when he glanced up from the table and caught the guy looking at him. Staring at his mouth. Licking his own lip in reflex. His girl giggled and elbowed him in the ribs. The guy blushed and laughed and the ‘couple’ walked away, leaving Clark swirling in a whirlpool of emotion and confusion. What was going on? How was he supposed to handle this? How could he tell Lex? Should he?
And then his happiness became complete, up the street came the Two Stooges. They called out to them.
“But this is wonderful! How fortunate to see you here!”
Clark groaned silently but Lex—Lex looked a little sharper, a little less like Lex and more like…Clark shivered. Lionel? Someone a lot less nice then Lex was, anyway. What was up?
They talked over coffees, and Clark idled away the time looking at guys on the street, checking his responses. He also looked at Lex. And also looked at Alain and Yvette, but not Alain so much, because he had to fight the urge to slap him unconscious too much.
He heard Alain exclaim, “No! So soon?” and he turned his eyes toward Clark. “Why are you leaving our country all ready?”
Oh. That. Clark shrugged and wanted to look away but Alain grabbed his wrist and Clark got very still---it wouldn’t do to dislocate the guy’s shoulder by yanking his hand away. “Don’t you want to stay, Clark? It’s only been--”
“Two weeks,” his sister cut in and smiled. Side by side, smiling away, the effect they created to Clark was…eerie. They looked so much alike, identical pointed little faces, little round pink cheeks, mobile expressive mouth and full lips, and both had the most amazing scarily huge, round, blue eyes ever. The blue of their eyes was so, so bright they almost looked clear, and the pupils looked bigger and blacker because of the clarity…they should be beautiful, Clark thought but they were creepy—like elves were creepy, why wasn’t everyone terrified of elves, scary friking things they were—Clark came back to the conversation with a jolt. He really needed to stop this mental wandering…what the heck were they talking about now?
“Of course,” Lex smiled, “Please come see us tonight. It would be nice to spend an evening with you since we leave tomorrow afternoon.”
What the heck? Lex *wanted* to spend time with the Stooges? Clark frowned. Why the hell would he want the Stooges around—he knew he wasn’t all that crazy about them. He glanced at Lex who was staring at Alain like…like he should be staring at him.
Clark refused to think about it anymore. He decided instead to concentrate on the fact that the Two Stooges were going to ruin his last night in Paris and to hate them very much. Butt-heads.
Once again life proved to be surprising--that night actually turned out to be fun. Clark almost felt a little guilty at how much he enjoyed hanging out with the Stooges when he really did hate them so much, but they made Lex laugh a lot, the real laugh, the kind of goofy and sweet laugh that always made him feel warm and Yvette had a very cute laugh too—plus she kept slipping him sips of wine from her glass—and Alain did too. The little bar was so nice, with it’s exposed brick walls and rattan furniture, and some sort of jazz combo playing away…he just felt so—continental—but wisely refrained from saying so. Finally the others stood, and Yvette and Alain pulled Clark to his feet, and amidst a lot of stumbling and laughter and teasing, they made their way back to the hotel.
Continued in Part 7
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7/13/05 07:43 am (UTC)I am following you in a happy daze.........I almost was forgetting Dis Pater.....but now need to go to my to-do-list.....and rec dis pater, coz I am EVOL, I want others to be dead, too, LOL.......and when I think , they have recovered, I will send them here, hehehe...
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7/13/05 03:50 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/13/05 06:42 pm (UTC)the only fic I can remember hitting me this HARD, was a long time ago, by Rhiannon and the last chap of her orbiting series!!!!!!
I was in a coma after that!!!!!!!! needed month to recover!!!!
you wont do that to me, right!!!!!!!???????
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7/13/05 08:26 am (UTC)I don't know if I trust the creepy twins not to try and slip Lex or Clark something in order to get what they so obviously want out of Clark. No wonder there's been so much sneaking of the wine sips.
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7/13/05 03:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/13/05 10:57 am (UTC)I just read all 7 parts at once, and it's lovely.
I really like the way you're playing out Clark's sexual awakening. It's unusual to see him realising his attraction for men in general before he notices how much he wants Lex. I think the structure is perfect, we can see Clark's feelings of possessiveness and jealousy of Lex, but Clark can't yet.
I really don't like the Stooges, I really hope Clark's first experience isn't marred by them.
More please, Mama Roxy?
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7/13/05 03:56 pm (UTC)You know what--I *hate* the Stooges! I'm having so much fun just hating them, lol! We make our own therapy here at the Space! *grin*
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7/13/05 12:00 pm (UTC)I hope the Cluebus (which just pulled around the corner and is coming up the block...) hits Clark before he accidentally puts Alain through the window in a fit of repressed jealousy... He should push him through window with full knowledge that he, Clark, wants Lex's hot body all to himself!
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7/13/05 04:01 pm (UTC)*wipes forehead*
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7/13/05 01:20 pm (UTC)I loved Lex's aside about how Yvette won't even shut up during sex! Hee!
xoxo,
Monica
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7/13/05 04:03 pm (UTC)I *LOVE* your icon, my goodness!! So cute!
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7/13/05 02:50 pm (UTC)Cause suddenly I'm afraid...very afraid, lol!!!
Loving!!
More!!
:D
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7/13/05 04:06 pm (UTC)I want to kick them myself, the little creeps!
More coming right up!
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7/13/05 05:14 pm (UTC)*tackles you with kisses, but then pulls you right back up, straightens your clothes and gently helps ou back to your chair so you can write*
:D
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7/13/05 05:15 pm (UTC)And those annoying stooges! (So cute, BTW, that Clark thinks of them as such.) I want them to leave the boys alone! Very alone. To...talk. Yeah, that's it. *wink*
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7/13/05 06:12 pm (UTC)Ok these two are a bit scary. But that could just be because I'm looking at them through the eyes of a very young and inexperienced Clark. Lex wants SEX! LOL!!! Is he planing on Clark going to bed. So that he and the twins can get busy?
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7/14/05 03:33 am (UTC)I just inhaled all 7 chapters
7/13/05 08:25 pm (UTC)*smooches you to pieces and pieces*
8D
Re: I just inhaled all 7 chapters
7/14/05 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/13/05 11:42 pm (UTC)Great part!
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7/14/05 03:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
7/15/05 05:45 pm (UTC)Gaaaaah!!
*kicks lj*
BUT!
What fun!
Clark all - i'm bi! And checking out guys, and...
*bounce*
Yes!
The Stooges!
Heeeee.
:)
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7/15/05 06:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/15/05 06:27 pm (UTC)Can YOU click on seven and make it work?
Gotta be something in your code that's messed up...
How annoying, eh?
*hug hug*
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7/15/05 06:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/15/05 06:46 pm (UTC)Maybe - go into 'edit journal entry' and copy the code, etc. that you have for part seven and email it to me? Lemme look and see, possibly i could fix it...
:)
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7/15/05 07:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/15/05 07:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
7/23/05 06:24 am (UTC)I love the way you do the inside of Clark's head here! (On the show, I'm afraid, it would just be endless empty acres, with fruit-pie wrappers and empty Neutrogena bottles being blown about by the wind.) I'm so glad you're writing this story!
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7/24/05 01:41 pm (UTC)HAAAAAA!!! Poor Clark!!
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9/2/05 05:18 am (UTC)