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The Talented Miss Ripley
The Talented Miss Ripley
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: hmm….
Rating:5/nc-17
what went before
She was in class, idly looking around the room, not really paying attention to the reading, not even pretending to take notes. She’d memorized the books in the first day or two of school, so it was pretty much all review to her. She drew in a deep breath and let it out. Her eyes felt gluey and sticky; she rubbed at them, grinding the lids into her eyes. They’d been feeling like that on and off for a few weeks. Annoying.
She glanced over at Greg in the third row, Greg—who just might be the *perfect* man. She took inventory—eyes so blue they looked like the sky, hair the exact color of gold, and curly in a way that begged to be wrapped around a finger, and so cute the way it lay on his neck and---oh. Oh jeez…all his skin was off.
She managed not to move, or make a sound. Greg’s skin reappeared…and vanished. *And* his muscles, *and* his guts, until nothing was left but his skeleton—and behind him the wall, the sheetrock, the studs, the wiring…it all disappeared—or rather thinned out to the point of transparency. Her classroom was populated with busy skeletons.
She didn’t even need to look around to know that she was the only one catching the show.
Oh well, she thought, a bubble of laughter catching in her throat—Greg’s skeleton was just as fascinating as his outside was. Beautiful inside as well as outside, she thought and this time couldn’t stop the semi-hysterical snicker from breaking loose. When he slowly re-grew organs and muscle and skin, and nothing else, she thought she’d die of embarrassment. She glanced around. Oh my God, everyone’s naked—except me. Laughter bubbled up again, and this time broke loose, sounding like a sob, and she could feel it wanted to just—keep coming…help.
Greg turned and looked at her, a little wrinkle of concern creasing his forehead. Or at least she hoped it was concern. Now he had to notice her, now, when she was losing her mind. Terrific.
She excused herself and sprinted to the girl’s room, locked herself in a stall and called Poppa.
*Alexandra, sweetheart—I’m in a meeting. Is it important?*
“Pop--Pop, something weird just happened! I could see…*everything*.”
*Oh my God* he sighed, *That too?*
She took a moment to think what kind of family she had, that she didn’t need to explain what she meant by everything.
You’ll have to call your dad, Lexie.*
“No! It’s stupid—I’m fine, Pop, I don’t need to bother him, it’s just—whoa.” She staggered into the wall as her vision went wonky again. “Oh crap.”
*Alexandra, it’s not stupid, and he won’t mind. He can teach you how to live with it, how to use it.*
“But I don’t need to have him teach me. He didn’t have anyone teach him, and he did just fine.”
*He hurt for a long time, sweetheart. Do you think he’d want that for you?*
“No, no, I guess not. Okay, I’ll call tonight.”
*Good, thank you, Lexie. Do you want me to come pick you up?*
“No, thanks, Pop. Love you.” He told her he loved her too and she hung up. Fuck.
Her jaw suddenly dropped, and if life were like a cartoon, a light bulb would have lit up over her head.
What the hell was she thinking! She slapped her forehead. Duh! They’d have to work together now! Finally—she had a cunning plan. And this one should work, with a minimum of blood loss. At least, she was fairly certain about that.
She pumped a fist in the air, and caught sight of herself in the mirrors over the sinks.
God—Dad’s genes…why did they have to assert themselves at the worst times?
******
She strolled into the entertainment room, clutching the phone. She dialed, waited.
“Dad—Poppa wants to talk to you.” She thrust the phone into Lex’s hand. “Dad,” she said and moved out of reach. Lex looked shocked and then angry, and then…nervous. Rip looked on in interest. She’d never seen Poppa look nervous before and it was an odd look on him.
“Ah, Clark. Happy to hear you sounding so…chipper.” He glared at Ripley, and mouthed, So. Much. Trouble. “Lexie needs your help—no, no—she’s fine, she’s just…getting to an age where she needs your help. you know.” He glared at Riley, and she took off for her room. She knew when she’d stepped over the invisible line. Plus, there was no need for Pop to see her giggling….
“She’s developing new abilities, and I think she needs your experience and expertise.” Lex continued, “I called to ask…would you mind trading months with me--” Lex stopped, took a breath and said, "Or come stay here. Yes, I said come here. Clark…are you all right? You sound a little out of breath.” Red spots burned on each cheek, but he said carefully, “Thanks Clark. I’ll see you Friday then.” He cradled the phone against his cheek.
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Heat. Thick and clinging, sweat dripping, sheets wet and hot…he loved it. He loved fucking in the heat, wrapped up in smell and touch and taste and he loved the first push in, that feeling of his cock being sucked into a greedy ass, he loved that it was hot, and slick, the way the walls clung to every inch of his cock. He loved feeling it give, so soft, so smooth…he slid in deeper and groaned. “Yeah.”
He held his lip tight between his teeth and pulled partway out, stared down at his cock, pumped his hips so he could watch it sink in and out of…what’shis name’s ass…fuck, what *was* his name…God, sex makes you stupid. He pulled back until the tip just barely nudged the relaxed ring of muscle, then, one hard push and he was all the way in, his balls slapping against—*Chris*—that was his name!—Chris’ ass. He grinned in satisfaction, jumped when the phone rang. “Fuck.”
“So answer it, I’ll wait. Better yet, don’t stop.”
“Kinky,” Clark grinned. “Nice.” He grabbed the phone and struggled to sound casual, and kept fucking. He rocked his hips, heard, “Clark?”
Clark froze. Oh shit--Lex. He closed his eyes and electricity fizzed along every nerve. He felt his cock jump. Whats’his name groaned and Clark shoved his head into the pillows.
“Oh, hi there, Lex! What’s up?” Oooh God….
*Clark. Happy to hear you sounding so…chipper. *
“Yeah, well, everyone’s happy sometime, right?” He bit viciously at his cheek, Chris was squeezing him and he could barely stop the groan that threatened to break out.
*Lexie needs help* and his cock wilted at once. “What? What’s wrong with her?” He started to slide out, ready to kick whazname out.
* she’s fine, she’s just…* Lex went on to explain that Rip needed help handling newly appearing powers and did he mind coming to stay….
“Come,” Clark gasped and shivered, and his cock was impossibly hard again. Come “…stay with you?” He managed, sounding a little strangled. He thrust harder, and Chris started moaning like a bitch in heat. Clark stopped himself—just--from smothering him. After all, Lex was his ex—it wasn't like he was doing anything wrong.
*are you all right? You sound a little out of breath.*
“Oh, hah…” Another squeeze and his cock throbbed and his voice throbbed along with it--he took a deep breath and ground out, “Oh, I’m fine. I’d love to,” and he tried to keep his voice steady, “come stay with you guys.”
*Thanks, Clark. I’ll see you Friday then.*
The phone went silent, and Clark flung it away, threw his head back, grabbed Chris’ hips and pounded into him, teeth bared, eyes tightly closed and in his mind, he was writhing on pale lavender sheets, and Lex was in him, fucking him without mercy.
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Lex hung up thoughtfully. Had Clark been in bed? With someone…while he was talking to him? No, no, of course not--but he sounded like....
Lex licked his lips, and snugged his palm against his crotch. Oh. He rose quickly from the couch, and tried not to run into the bedroom.
He was naked in a flash, not even bothering to put up his clothing the way he usually did (and certainly not a ritualistic way as his ex and his daughter insisted.) He hesitated, and locked his bedroom door.
In his closet, nestled between the shirt drawers, was a small locked drawer and he went to it, unlocked it and pulled out a flannel shirt, so worn it was nearly colorless. He slid his arms into the too long sleeves, and closed his eyes. Inhaled. There really wasn’t any scent left, not besides that provided by his mind, but…his dick rose, so hard it rubbed against his belly, and he let his mind rove through his precious store of memories….
an afternoon in summer, heat making the air shimmer, dust motes floating, glinting like gold dust in the late afternoon sunlight pouring through the open loft doors, warming the wooden floors, making the air smell of dust and cedar, skin…the drone of bees making a sleepy back drop of sound, and the only other sound, a breath, a sharp inhale, a groan…a horse blanket ruched up and scratchy under his knees and Clark, eyes wide, lips parted, big hands splayed against the back of his quivering knees, holding himself open for Lex, grunting with each push…his dick slapping against his belly….
Lex came quickly, head back and thumping gently against the closet wall, his own knees shaking and Clark’s name quiet as a breath on his lips.
God. He hoped that inviting Clark to stay hadn’t been a mistake.
His greatest failure was never being able to learn how to stop loving Clark, the way Clark had learned to stop loving him.
TBC
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His greatest failure was never being able to learn how to stop loving Clark, the way Clark had learned to stop loving him.
This part? Totally broke me. I want to cuddle Lex and hit Clark, hard.
*sniffles*
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Hmmmm....*eyeballs self*
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I'm on Clark's side, yeah! And on your side always, Roxie! You are such a GREAT writer!
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Clark is a victim too, in a lot of ways. He's *not* the bad guy here. He followed his convictions--and he did what was right for him at the time.
Don't think that Ripley doesn't love her Dad. She really does. But she called Lex because there's always the one parent you'll lean on, just a bit more than the other. Ripley and Clark are very comfortable together--can you imagine her trying to gross out Lex the way she did Clark?
Sorry for being all blabby, but just this morning, I was making the bed and thinking hard about poor Clark--do I really write him that unsympathetically? Because, he is my favorite. In every story I write, I love Lex--but I think I tend to empathize more with Clark.
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Angsty sex = ♥
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*hughughug*
*feels a certain sense of enormous satisfaction*
*hugs you again out of guilt*
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Great part!
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Thank you! *HUG*
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Poor Lex! *huggles him*
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...Greg's skeleton was just as fascinating as his outside was. Beautiful inside as well as outside, she thought and this time couldn't stop the semi-hysterical snicker from breaking loose.
- I am sure that Clark still thinks that Lex's skeleton is the prettiest he's ever seen.
She strolled into the entertainment room, clutching the phone. She dialed, waited.
"Dad-Poppa wants to talk to you." She thrust the phone into Lex's hand. "Dad," she said and moved out of reach. Lex looked shocked and then angry, and then...nervous. Rip looked on in interest. She'd never seen Poppa look nervous before and it was an odd look on him.
"Ah, Clark. Happy to hear you sounding so...chipper." He glared at Ripley, and mouthed, So. Much. Trouble. ...
- Again elegant masterminding, simple with not extemporaneous people (look no one has to die!)
... Lex stopped, took a breath and said, "Or come stay here. Yes, I said come here. Clark...are you all right? You sound a little out of breath." Red spots burned on each cheek, but he said carefully, "Thanks Clark. I'll see you Friday then." He cradled the phone against his cheek.
******
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Clark froze. Oh shit--Lex. He closed his eyes and electricity fizzed along every nerve. He felt his cock jump. Whats'his name groaned and Clark shoved his head into the pillows. ...
The phone went silent, and Clark flung it away, threw his head back, grabbed Chris' hips and pounded into him, teeth bared, eyes tightly closed and in his mind, he was writhing on pale lavender sheets, and Lex was in him, fucking him without mercy.
******
Lex hung up thoughtfully. Had Clark been in bed? With someone...while he was talking to him? No, no, of course not--but he sounded like....
In his closet, nestled between the shirt drawers, was a small locked drawer and he went to it, unlocked it and pulled out a flannel shirt, so worn it was nearly colorless. He slid his arms into the too long sleeves, and closed his eyes. Inhaled. There really wasn't any scent left, not besides that provided by his mind, ...
Lex came quickly, head back and thumping gently against the closet wall, his own knees shaking and Clark's name quiet as a breath on his lips.
- I love my boys, but god they are stupid.
- I know that Lex scares Clark and the depth of his love made/makes him nervous - but really I hope that Clark has made peace with who Lex is because they need each other.
- And I know that Clark's concepts of right and wrong frustrate and enamour Lex at turns, but he needs to get over himself too (Clark is great and worthy of Lex's lover, but Clark's still just a guy and is vaguely - really really kinda - dense).
God. He hoped that inviting Clark to stay hadn't been a mistake.
His greatest failure was never being able to learn how to stop loving Clark, the way Clark had learned to stop loving him.
- Okay, Lex is dense too. It's actually kind of sad that they are both blinded by how deeply they are in love that they can't that the other feels the same way. So sad.
Well at least Rip has stopped trying to put other people in the middle of her Papas - that way would have only lead to armageddon. This plan should actually work.
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Exactly!! Now she's on track, all she has to do is step back--mostly--and let things roll.
I hope that Clark has made peace with who Lex is because they need each other.
I think that the Clark who moved out is a very different person than the Clark who just moved back in (even if he doesn't know that he moved back in) He's a lot less small town kid now. He's more open to understanding that it's not all black and white.
It's actually kind of sad that they are both blinded by how deeply they are in love that they can't that the other feels the same way
That's a perfect description of who they are!!
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I'm going to go hide in a dark place now.
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*kisshug* Don't hide, beloved!
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I love Ripley, she's just awesome and I like the way she obviously got the Luthor scheming genes. I think it's a good sign for the future that Clark felt just a tad guilty over being with someone else while talking to Lex on the phone...that means he still cares very much about Lex!
Can't wait to see what happens when Clark moves in with Lexie and Poppa!
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I'm so happy Ripley seems to have struck a chord with people, OC's are fun, but dangerous--it's great fun (and a great relief!) when folks take a liking to them!
Can't wait to see what happens when Clark moves in with Lexie and Poppa!
Ah! me either! *grin*
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Again, I'm so happy to have found this story. Of course, as Clark is my favorite character on Smallville, I completely understand the way in which you portrayed him in this fiction...setting Lex aside after he discovered that he not only killed supposedly for him, but he also burned down their favorite restaurant in anger of Clark's date with Lana. So you see, as much as it's sad that Lex is left out of the good-lovins loop here, I can totally understand why it had to be so. What makes me giggle so much in this ficiton is the role reversal you have portrayed. Clark is the horn dog here and Lex has be relegated to sitting on the sidelines pining for his lost love. I think this approach, and the fact that you've allowed it to go on for years, will make their inevitable pairing that much more bittersweet for us. I adore this story!
As for Ripley turning to Lex with her questions and when she needs support...I'm fine with that too. She loves Lex with all her heart. She understands Clark on an entirely different level, almost the point of knowing beforehand what he will say, so in a sense she can pre-assume his advice and his comfort. Clark is the biological mother/father and fellow-alien. Their connection runs quite deep. Lex on the other hand, has been emotionally suffering for most of her life and she has only recently figured out the reason why. Ripley is like Clark in that she reaches for the one most in need to mend, to heal, to put a bandage on the boo boo. That person is Lex in this fiction. He's the one she sees as most in need of her attention for the moment.
Brilliant update. Thanks so much for writing this amazing universe. It's a wonderful pleasure for me.
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Our boys are lusting after each other, even if Clark had learned to stop loving Lex.
Way to go, Rip! Get your dumb dads together.
:D :thumbsup:
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(See, I never blamed Clark or Lex, I just thought YOU were being cruel and holding them apart! Mistress of pain and all that. But I can't use that icon, because this part was definitely NOT painful--I completely loved it. Hurray for Ripley using her brain and getting them together again, even if I'm sure we have many more complications to get through even when they're living in the same place.
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No, really.
well, I am....
*grin*
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And Lex. I love that he had to go and have some alone time with that old faded shirt. Sad, poignant, and just so *fans self* hot.
I love how you described Greg. And his hair. And bones. *grins*
You are the best! Thank you.
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*sniff* Poor Lex! But of course I refuse to believe that Clark doesn't love him... I can't wait to see what happens after Clark moves back in. (Go Ripley go!)
Why do I find it so sweet that Lex is pining after Clark this way? :)
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Oh, I'm so glad you said sweet! I didn't want it to read as bitter, so you make me happy!
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She pumped a fist in the air, and caught sight of herself in the mirrors over the sinks.
God—Dad’s genes…why did they have to assert themselves at the worst times?
I am picturing Clark dancing in his underwear--"Whoo hoo!" *g*
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*pets her*
And...and...
*sobs*
Dude! Last line!!
*clings*
Man, i have *so* gotten behind on my flist!!
*smooooooooooch*
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I'm a bad girl!
Last line was good? *shimmery anime eyes...fishing hard*
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You read my story?
Oh, gosh, thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! *blush so hard*
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I love that last line.