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A note to my friends—did you know thatrhiannonhero is working on a story? Go! Read!
My beloveds, here’s my present to you, Ripley part 15, with lots and lots of love! Okay, so it’s not a Gugelhupf but still….
The Talented Miss Ripley part 15
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:pg
what went before
The boys sat next to Ripley on the long leather couch. They kept a careful distance because Greg had seen and correctly identified the message in both her father’s eyes. It was one of the things that drew her to him, that he was so smart--that, and his amazingly good smell. Weird, how good he smelled—weren’t teen boys supposed to stink? Than again, Irving didn’t smell, not at all. He had no scent at all. Except every once in a while, she’d catch a faint whiff of Greg’s scent, or her’s…he seemed to have no personal scent—except after gym. Then, geez, *everyone* smelled. She tried to concentrate on the movie, but her eyes kept drifting to Greg. He seemed absorbed by the movie, smiling at the screen, laughing (and in all the right spots) eating microwave popcorn and seeming to be happy with it. He even seemed to enjoy the cheese and apple tray, courtesy of The Food Nazi.
Poppa moved back and forth across the doorway, engaged in pursuits that just happened to require him to pass the room…repeatedly.
Dad of course, didn’t bother with subtleties.
He’d just loom in the doorway and ask, “Everything okay?” which of course was meant to be translated as, *try having sex with my daughter and I’ll maim you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.*
When he did ask, Greg would blush dark red and squeak out, “Excellent movie sir,” and Dad would scowl.
Irving—he’d wilt and press himself against the back of the couch, every time Pop glanced in the door, and smiled at them. She smiled at Irving. Clever, to see where the bigger threat lie…Irving looked at her, back at the empty doorway where Pop had just disappeared.
“Your…your fathers seem nice.”
“Yes, they do,” she said and beamed.
“I…so…Mr. Luthor… state senator. Gosh.”
“Um.” Now she watched Irving carefully. What did he want...had she made a mistake inviting him here?
“He’s going to be mayor soon,” she said, and watched his face. He sighed and nodded um-hum, but didn’t seem to have heard her really. Instead he said thoughtfully, “He’s tall. And bald.”
Rip blinked and replied “Ye-ees…” because it seemed there was no real response to a statement of the obvious.
“He doesn’t seem as old as I thought he’d be—your dad, either.”
Now Greg was watching Irving, who seemed to be about to…something. Tension filled the air.
Pop chose that moment to saunter into the room, holding a bowl of fruit. He walked like—well, that walk that Rip secretly practiced in her room when no one was around because hey—she was no dummy. She glanced past him. Dad was in the doorway with another bowl of chips, and a look on his face like he couldn’t wait for Christmas to come. She shuddered slightly and tried not to grimace. Not that his expression wasn’t encouraging to see, but ew. Parents—and…stuff--Ew.
But a good sign. A positive sign.
Maybe she should get him some napkins….
Pop said something to Greg that made him chuckle nervously, and Irving turned brick red and vibrated. She looked at him. Swore to god the kid was actually vibrating. When they left the room, Irving slumped a little.
“Your da—I mean, your Pop, he confuses me.”
“Join the club,” she muttered.
Irving sighed. “So confusing…”
She watched Irving watching the doorway, and all became clear. Poor kid. She glanced at Irving, glanced at Greg. Oh-oh. Even Greg knew. He looked down at Irving and grinned. Grinned at Ripley, and shrugged. Ripley felt a soaring sensation right about in the middle of her chest.
*****
Clark watched Lex walk away from the entertainment room, and glanced back at the poor kid who was about to explode. Oh well, he’d learn to deal with it, Clark had.
He followed Lex, eyes on his ass. Deadly waves of sexy, that’s what it was; he gave off deadly waves of sexy. Lex seemed oblivious to the effect he had. Oh, he knew Lex was aware he could attract any one he cared to, but he didn’t seem to realize it was a natural part of him, not something he intentionally cultivated. And probably why he didn’t believe anyone who tried to tell him how attractive he was.
Lex ignored the presence of Clark behind him. He busied himself doing…something, Clark couldn’t tell what, his mind sort of wandered whenever Lex bent over.
He leaned an elbow on the counter, watched and waited, the silence in the kitchen grew until he had to break it--he chuckled lightly and said, “I think Irving has a crush.”
Lex snapped impatiently. “Well, for God’s sake, don’t act on it.”
“On *you*, not me—and for crying out loud, I’m not a pervert.”
Lex actually turned to face him, and said, “On me? Don’t be silly. He’s what—fourteen, and I’m thirty…”
Clark waited with raised eyebrows. Lex scowled.
“You know exactly how old I am.” Lex turned his back on Clark and busied himself again. Clark grinned, hopped up on the counter, and ignored Lex’s breath of exasperation.
“Well, I remember being fifteen, and thinking an older guy I knew was everything I wanted to be: smart, confidant, sophisticated…I thought he might be dangerous, but if he was your friend, he’d be the best friend you could ever have. I think I idolized him.”
Lex sighed deeply. “I’m going out to the garden.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked out to the rooftop. Clark waited a beat, and trailed after him. He didn’t know what else to do.
******
He was standing in the middle of the garden, looking up to the sky, which was just beginning to darken. On the horizon, a star glowed steadily, unwinking, and captured his attention...
“Mars,” Clark whispered and his warm breath flowed over the back of his neck, warmer even than the humid August air. . He managed to stop himself from shivering, but his body was intensely aware that Clark was behind him. The warmth he radiated, the space he occupied so aggressively…He took a drink, looked out over the garden. His eyes roamed over the unused sandbox, and single swing. Dying sunlight reflected from the pool surface, turned the white lounge chairs sitting around the pool faintly pink.
“Lex…”
He moved away from Clark, walked around the play area. “Someday soon, I’m going to have this removed, there’s really no need for it anymore,” he murmured and Clark nodded, making a noise of agreement.
“Lex, can I--”
“Here, Clark, these pots need to be moved. Can you help me—move that one here...”
Help consisted of Clark picking up the potted trees, and moving them to where ever Lex pointed, and rearranging decking squares to make new seating areas, focused on the pool, and not the play area. Lex watched, and made constructive comments, and felt a little hidden amusement whenever Clark bit his tongue instead of arguing with him. He found it entertaining, but finally he’d run out of little tasks to distract Clark with.
He wasn’t fooling Clark a bit, either.
“So, anything else?” he said, brushing potting soil from his hands. “Maybe you’d like me to clean out your stables by diverting a handy river into them? Pluck a few golden apples for you?”
Lex snorted. That *was* amusing. “I appreciate your help, Clark. Well,” he said looking around as lights blinked on here and there in the trees. “Time to go in, send Alexandra’s friends home.”
Clark smiled at him. “Can we please talk for a minute before we go back in? I have something I need to tell you.”
Lex stopped and stared at Clark. He looked him slowly up and down, and said coldly, and very firmly. “You’re pushing it, Clark. Let it go. Microwave popcorn and a smile doesn’t mean a damn thing.” He turned and walked quickly away. He didn’t have to look behind him to know that Clark was staring at him with the expression of—of--a kicked shar-pei.
“Lex,” he heard him call. “I just want to talk to you.”
“Clark, I don’t want to talk to you. We have nothing to talk about. I want you to help Alexandra and then, I’d like you to go back home. I’d like things to go back to the way they were. It’s better for everyone that things stay the same.”
******
Instead of following him again, Clark lay on one of the lounges, arms folded behind his head. Okay, he was a little disappointed--admitted to himself that he’d hoped to end up here, certainly not alone—talking, and maybe, maybe touching a little but at least, talking.
He sighed heavily. Sure. This was Lex after all. Lex wasn’t going to give in that easily. Of course, he also had no right to breeze back into Lex’s life as if he’d only been gone for the weekend. But, Clark knew without a doubt that Lex couldn’t resist him. He couldn’t. All he had to do was be a little patient, and not push him too hard, and he’d take him back, and they’d be a family again. He lay back against the cushions, and watched the stars in the sky, and smiled.
Soon.
TBC!
Thank you guys a million times for your wishes—I’m still trying to catch up and thank everyone!
alice23kate, next year in Texas! If not, we’ll figure it out some day. We were meant to meet, hang out and scare the hell out of everyone! Love you!lapetite_kiki, I *SO* have an idea for you, it’s weird but I need it , pleeeease—plus, you’ll be able to do it justice, you’ve done this for me before and made me so happy!! I will e-mail you! Thank you so much to Mizz Anonymous, twelve months--oy and wooooo-hooo! Wow! You’ll never be rid of me now—moo-haha!! And thanks to
capnzebbie, you’ll have me even longer, and I’ll have chocolate scented breath to boot—kisses anyone? elgraves, the balloons make me smile! *hugs* Thank you, love!And there’s more! Thank you to you wonderful ladies who’ve been writing the best stories—and who dedicated their posts to me. It’s a serious thrill, I tell you, so much wonderful fic and all of it mine—mine—mine..*koff* where was I?
New Brex, a manip from
mkitty_03. Go look--sweat--expect Brex shaped fic! Mmmmmm! And ExcelsiorLex by betrue….*drool* there oughta be a law I tell ya—oops. Oh dear, there is, isn’t there….If I’ve forgotten anyone, I apologize deeply and remind you –old, encroaching senility, hello—but I promise to fix it!
A note to my friends—did you know that
rhiannonhero is working on a story? Go! Read! My beloveds, here’s my present to you, Ripley part 15, with lots and lots of love! Okay, so it’s not a Gugelhupf but still….
The Talented Miss Ripley part 15
A post-mpreg fiction
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:pg
what went before
The boys sat next to Ripley on the long leather couch. They kept a careful distance because Greg had seen and correctly identified the message in both her father’s eyes. It was one of the things that drew her to him, that he was so smart--that, and his amazingly good smell. Weird, how good he smelled—weren’t teen boys supposed to stink? Than again, Irving didn’t smell, not at all. He had no scent at all. Except every once in a while, she’d catch a faint whiff of Greg’s scent, or her’s…he seemed to have no personal scent—except after gym. Then, geez, *everyone* smelled. She tried to concentrate on the movie, but her eyes kept drifting to Greg. He seemed absorbed by the movie, smiling at the screen, laughing (and in all the right spots) eating microwave popcorn and seeming to be happy with it. He even seemed to enjoy the cheese and apple tray, courtesy of The Food Nazi.
Poppa moved back and forth across the doorway, engaged in pursuits that just happened to require him to pass the room…repeatedly.
Dad of course, didn’t bother with subtleties.
He’d just loom in the doorway and ask, “Everything okay?” which of course was meant to be translated as, *try having sex with my daughter and I’ll maim you in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.*
When he did ask, Greg would blush dark red and squeak out, “Excellent movie sir,” and Dad would scowl.
Irving—he’d wilt and press himself against the back of the couch, every time Pop glanced in the door, and smiled at them. She smiled at Irving. Clever, to see where the bigger threat lie…Irving looked at her, back at the empty doorway where Pop had just disappeared.
“Your…your fathers seem nice.”
“Yes, they do,” she said and beamed.
“I…so…Mr. Luthor… state senator. Gosh.”
“Um.” Now she watched Irving carefully. What did he want...had she made a mistake inviting him here?
“He’s going to be mayor soon,” she said, and watched his face. He sighed and nodded um-hum, but didn’t seem to have heard her really. Instead he said thoughtfully, “He’s tall. And bald.”
Rip blinked and replied “Ye-ees…” because it seemed there was no real response to a statement of the obvious.
“He doesn’t seem as old as I thought he’d be—your dad, either.”
Now Greg was watching Irving, who seemed to be about to…something. Tension filled the air.
Pop chose that moment to saunter into the room, holding a bowl of fruit. He walked like—well, that walk that Rip secretly practiced in her room when no one was around because hey—she was no dummy. She glanced past him. Dad was in the doorway with another bowl of chips, and a look on his face like he couldn’t wait for Christmas to come. She shuddered slightly and tried not to grimace. Not that his expression wasn’t encouraging to see, but ew. Parents—and…stuff--Ew.
But a good sign. A positive sign.
Maybe she should get him some napkins….
Pop said something to Greg that made him chuckle nervously, and Irving turned brick red and vibrated. She looked at him. Swore to god the kid was actually vibrating. When they left the room, Irving slumped a little.
“Your da—I mean, your Pop, he confuses me.”
“Join the club,” she muttered.
Irving sighed. “So confusing…”
She watched Irving watching the doorway, and all became clear. Poor kid. She glanced at Irving, glanced at Greg. Oh-oh. Even Greg knew. He looked down at Irving and grinned. Grinned at Ripley, and shrugged. Ripley felt a soaring sensation right about in the middle of her chest.
*****
Clark watched Lex walk away from the entertainment room, and glanced back at the poor kid who was about to explode. Oh well, he’d learn to deal with it, Clark had.
He followed Lex, eyes on his ass. Deadly waves of sexy, that’s what it was; he gave off deadly waves of sexy. Lex seemed oblivious to the effect he had. Oh, he knew Lex was aware he could attract any one he cared to, but he didn’t seem to realize it was a natural part of him, not something he intentionally cultivated. And probably why he didn’t believe anyone who tried to tell him how attractive he was.
Lex ignored the presence of Clark behind him. He busied himself doing…something, Clark couldn’t tell what, his mind sort of wandered whenever Lex bent over.
He leaned an elbow on the counter, watched and waited, the silence in the kitchen grew until he had to break it--he chuckled lightly and said, “I think Irving has a crush.”
Lex snapped impatiently. “Well, for God’s sake, don’t act on it.”
“On *you*, not me—and for crying out loud, I’m not a pervert.”
Lex actually turned to face him, and said, “On me? Don’t be silly. He’s what—fourteen, and I’m thirty…”
Clark waited with raised eyebrows. Lex scowled.
“You know exactly how old I am.” Lex turned his back on Clark and busied himself again. Clark grinned, hopped up on the counter, and ignored Lex’s breath of exasperation.
“Well, I remember being fifteen, and thinking an older guy I knew was everything I wanted to be: smart, confidant, sophisticated…I thought he might be dangerous, but if he was your friend, he’d be the best friend you could ever have. I think I idolized him.”
Lex sighed deeply. “I’m going out to the garden.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked out to the rooftop. Clark waited a beat, and trailed after him. He didn’t know what else to do.
******
He was standing in the middle of the garden, looking up to the sky, which was just beginning to darken. On the horizon, a star glowed steadily, unwinking, and captured his attention...
“Mars,” Clark whispered and his warm breath flowed over the back of his neck, warmer even than the humid August air. . He managed to stop himself from shivering, but his body was intensely aware that Clark was behind him. The warmth he radiated, the space he occupied so aggressively…He took a drink, looked out over the garden. His eyes roamed over the unused sandbox, and single swing. Dying sunlight reflected from the pool surface, turned the white lounge chairs sitting around the pool faintly pink.
“Lex…”
He moved away from Clark, walked around the play area. “Someday soon, I’m going to have this removed, there’s really no need for it anymore,” he murmured and Clark nodded, making a noise of agreement.
“Lex, can I--”
“Here, Clark, these pots need to be moved. Can you help me—move that one here...”
Help consisted of Clark picking up the potted trees, and moving them to where ever Lex pointed, and rearranging decking squares to make new seating areas, focused on the pool, and not the play area. Lex watched, and made constructive comments, and felt a little hidden amusement whenever Clark bit his tongue instead of arguing with him. He found it entertaining, but finally he’d run out of little tasks to distract Clark with.
He wasn’t fooling Clark a bit, either.
“So, anything else?” he said, brushing potting soil from his hands. “Maybe you’d like me to clean out your stables by diverting a handy river into them? Pluck a few golden apples for you?”
Lex snorted. That *was* amusing. “I appreciate your help, Clark. Well,” he said looking around as lights blinked on here and there in the trees. “Time to go in, send Alexandra’s friends home.”
Clark smiled at him. “Can we please talk for a minute before we go back in? I have something I need to tell you.”
Lex stopped and stared at Clark. He looked him slowly up and down, and said coldly, and very firmly. “You’re pushing it, Clark. Let it go. Microwave popcorn and a smile doesn’t mean a damn thing.” He turned and walked quickly away. He didn’t have to look behind him to know that Clark was staring at him with the expression of—of--a kicked shar-pei.
“Lex,” he heard him call. “I just want to talk to you.”
“Clark, I don’t want to talk to you. We have nothing to talk about. I want you to help Alexandra and then, I’d like you to go back home. I’d like things to go back to the way they were. It’s better for everyone that things stay the same.”
******
Instead of following him again, Clark lay on one of the lounges, arms folded behind his head. Okay, he was a little disappointed--admitted to himself that he’d hoped to end up here, certainly not alone—talking, and maybe, maybe touching a little but at least, talking.
He sighed heavily. Sure. This was Lex after all. Lex wasn’t going to give in that easily. Of course, he also had no right to breeze back into Lex’s life as if he’d only been gone for the weekend. But, Clark knew without a doubt that Lex couldn’t resist him. He couldn’t. All he had to do was be a little patient, and not push him too hard, and he’d take him back, and they’d be a family again. He lay back against the cushions, and watched the stars in the sky, and smiled.
Soon.
TBC!
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