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Exiled:Oh- oh.
I've been posting this pretty regularly but now--tsk. I've reached a point where I must do some tap dancing children, to pull it all into line. Those of you who know me know all about my charming lack of logic. Yes, as much as I adore and require it fromn others, it seems to elude *me* like the mist on a morning meadow.Tra-la.
Plus, I had this major re-think that requires me to jettison enormous parts and refit others...and I figured I'd shovel in some more porn while I'm doing it, unless ya'll are sick of the *whispers * sex?
I feel good about it, I think it'll make it all better.And a happy Roxy is...what? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?
Anyhoo,I'll post what I've got that's ok so far. there might be some other things here too...I've got a couple of baby stories itchng to come out and play.So, here's what I've got and here are the previous parts. I just love that. Previous parts...if you say it a lot, it starts to sound really wierd...what? No,it does. Try it.
Why are you looking at me like that?
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He had to admit, he was even rather grateful to his dad—for turning him towards something he could care about. That was a strange, new feeling, very strange. Against his will a little smile curled the corners of his mouth. He was still smiling slightly as he came into the newly renovated employee cafeteria.
He felt pretty good about this space. It was a bright, lively place to eat, with good food and little extras like really good coffee, which was reason enough for some of the employees to like him.
Clark had helped him come up with some of the ideas for the cafeteria, but his favorite one was a children’s menu for the kids in the new daycare and a bright space where parents could eat with their kids --because it was the idea that made Clark look at him with a light in his eyes that made him feel…special, worthy. Loved.
He moved down the line, selecting this and that item, as the chefs nearly swallowed their tongues. It drove his security crazy that he sometimes used the employee cafeteria on his own, but why should he spend so much on it, and on trying to woo the public and then make himself into a figure of mystery? This was Smallville after all, not New York or Metropolis. Roving gangs of kidnappers did not inhabit the streets, no matter what his security or Bruce seemed to think.
He had to admit; it felt good to have a few friendly waves and smiles directed his way. He limited his response to a grave nod of the head, and a solemn sketch of a wave. He wanted to be an accessible boss, not a buddy. Friendship was fine but their respect was the important thing.
Still, it was kind of nice. Maybe he’d try smiling more.
He walked over to ‘his’ table, a little spot in a square of sunlight that faced the doors to a small courtyard. It was popular with the smokers, who were at the far end of the courtyard, huddled around a single bench and ash receptacle.
Lex’s addictive heart went out to them.
A voice called softly, “Mr. Luthor, sir?”
Lex turned and saw a young man, tentatively waving at him. Lex quickly tried to recall the man’s name-it was obviously someone he’d spoken to more than a few times, for him to take such liberties—science guy-, badge- mid-level security…R and D—Johns! Ah. The guy with the interesting containment system.
“Hello, Mr. Johns, how are you today?” Lex smiled, moved on to his table and sat, and Johns’ eyes were still on him. He could tell the man had something he was practically bouncing in his chair to tell him--ok. He waved him over. Johns face light up like a kid on Christmas day, and he scurried over to Lex’s table.
Johns was a pleasant enough guy, well spoken if a little enthusiastic, not bad looking, not that it mattered at all—he remembered from a first visit to the lab that the man had an unfortunate tendency to over-explain, but Lex knew that was a compliant people lodged against him too, though it certainly wasn’t true in his case.
John’s launched into an update on the containment system…actually very interesting stuff, Lex thought.
He pulled out a pen and they sketched and plotted all over a handful of napkins that Johns would leap up from time to time to replenish. Lex thought a few times that he should just ask the man to come to his office, but he was having too much fun, and besides, sketching on napkins, it was the quintessential mark of the mad scientist, right?
They were laughing at a mistake in their calculations, when Clark came up. He looked reluctant to interrupt Lex and his employee, but Lex smiled and motioned to Clark to sit while he continued to talk to Johns. Clark sat with a smile for Lex and a strange pinched look for Johns, who looked back rather smugly.
Lex turned to Clark, and asked what he was doing there, more precisely how he’d gotten into the non-public parts of the plant without Lex.
“Bruce brought me in. He’s in your office, told me to come find you, and I did.” Clark looked so pleased with himself that Lex couldn’t help grinning at him-he patted Clark on the shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. Clark continued to smile and leaned into it a fraction. Johns’ eyes narrowed just a tiny bit, before he too smiled. He stood and made his excuses and thanked his boss for the enjoyable lunch. Lex reached over and shook his hand.
“I like what you’ve got. I think we’ll go ahead with your plans for the prototype. We’ll meet on this,” he checked his watch, and mused “Monday? Or maybe make that Tuesday—we want to be completely prepared.”
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Johns grinned. Clark was pretty sure it was directed at him, and he scowled at the man. Johns totally ignored it and seemed flattered that Lex had said ‘we”. He waved as he moved away.
Clark wanted to smack the guy—Smug little twerp and immediately felt a tiny bit ashamed. It was none of his business if Lex chose to have a---a geek fest with that Johns, it wasn’t as though it was really his business. After all, it was good for Lex to make friends here in Smallville if he was going to stay.
“Well, Clark. I guess it’s time for me to talk to the Walking Dead Boring...oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything mean about your boyfriend.” He sighed theatrically and stood. “I know just what he wants to talk about too. Those two employees who are missing. I contacted the police, and I have no idea what else he wants."
Clark blushed and looked at the tabletop. He hated when Lex called Bruce his boyfriend. It sounded so –sneery or something the way he said it. Lex was already moving away without waiting for Clark. Boy, Bruce was so right. Lex could really be a pain sometime. Clark walked behind Lex and watched him walk. It was…hard to ignore. He could hardly believe sometimes that those two had never gotten together. He didn’t think *he* could resist him in close quarters. Clark instantly felt disloyal to Bruce. Besides, it wasn’t right to check out a friend like that. Even a friend with a really great ass. Damn.
tbc, I swear it!
Plus, I had this major re-think that requires me to jettison enormous parts and refit others...and I figured I'd shovel in some more porn while I'm doing it, unless ya'll are sick of the *whispers * sex?
I feel good about it, I think it'll make it all better.And a happy Roxy is...what? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?
Anyhoo,I'll post what I've got that's ok so far. there might be some other things here too...I've got a couple of baby stories itchng to come out and play.So, here's what I've got and here are the previous parts. I just love that. Previous parts...if you say it a lot, it starts to sound really wierd...what? No,it does. Try it.
Why are you looking at me like that?
previous parts
He had to admit, he was even rather grateful to his dad—for turning him towards something he could care about. That was a strange, new feeling, very strange. Against his will a little smile curled the corners of his mouth. He was still smiling slightly as he came into the newly renovated employee cafeteria.
He felt pretty good about this space. It was a bright, lively place to eat, with good food and little extras like really good coffee, which was reason enough for some of the employees to like him.
Clark had helped him come up with some of the ideas for the cafeteria, but his favorite one was a children’s menu for the kids in the new daycare and a bright space where parents could eat with their kids --because it was the idea that made Clark look at him with a light in his eyes that made him feel…special, worthy. Loved.
He moved down the line, selecting this and that item, as the chefs nearly swallowed their tongues. It drove his security crazy that he sometimes used the employee cafeteria on his own, but why should he spend so much on it, and on trying to woo the public and then make himself into a figure of mystery? This was Smallville after all, not New York or Metropolis. Roving gangs of kidnappers did not inhabit the streets, no matter what his security or Bruce seemed to think.
He had to admit; it felt good to have a few friendly waves and smiles directed his way. He limited his response to a grave nod of the head, and a solemn sketch of a wave. He wanted to be an accessible boss, not a buddy. Friendship was fine but their respect was the important thing.
Still, it was kind of nice. Maybe he’d try smiling more.
He walked over to ‘his’ table, a little spot in a square of sunlight that faced the doors to a small courtyard. It was popular with the smokers, who were at the far end of the courtyard, huddled around a single bench and ash receptacle.
Lex’s addictive heart went out to them.
A voice called softly, “Mr. Luthor, sir?”
Lex turned and saw a young man, tentatively waving at him. Lex quickly tried to recall the man’s name-it was obviously someone he’d spoken to more than a few times, for him to take such liberties—science guy-, badge- mid-level security…R and D—Johns! Ah. The guy with the interesting containment system.
“Hello, Mr. Johns, how are you today?” Lex smiled, moved on to his table and sat, and Johns’ eyes were still on him. He could tell the man had something he was practically bouncing in his chair to tell him--ok. He waved him over. Johns face light up like a kid on Christmas day, and he scurried over to Lex’s table.
Johns was a pleasant enough guy, well spoken if a little enthusiastic, not bad looking, not that it mattered at all—he remembered from a first visit to the lab that the man had an unfortunate tendency to over-explain, but Lex knew that was a compliant people lodged against him too, though it certainly wasn’t true in his case.
John’s launched into an update on the containment system…actually very interesting stuff, Lex thought.
He pulled out a pen and they sketched and plotted all over a handful of napkins that Johns would leap up from time to time to replenish. Lex thought a few times that he should just ask the man to come to his office, but he was having too much fun, and besides, sketching on napkins, it was the quintessential mark of the mad scientist, right?
They were laughing at a mistake in their calculations, when Clark came up. He looked reluctant to interrupt Lex and his employee, but Lex smiled and motioned to Clark to sit while he continued to talk to Johns. Clark sat with a smile for Lex and a strange pinched look for Johns, who looked back rather smugly.
Lex turned to Clark, and asked what he was doing there, more precisely how he’d gotten into the non-public parts of the plant without Lex.
“Bruce brought me in. He’s in your office, told me to come find you, and I did.” Clark looked so pleased with himself that Lex couldn’t help grinning at him-he patted Clark on the shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. Clark continued to smile and leaned into it a fraction. Johns’ eyes narrowed just a tiny bit, before he too smiled. He stood and made his excuses and thanked his boss for the enjoyable lunch. Lex reached over and shook his hand.
“I like what you’ve got. I think we’ll go ahead with your plans for the prototype. We’ll meet on this,” he checked his watch, and mused “Monday? Or maybe make that Tuesday—we want to be completely prepared.”
********************
Johns grinned. Clark was pretty sure it was directed at him, and he scowled at the man. Johns totally ignored it and seemed flattered that Lex had said ‘we”. He waved as he moved away.
Clark wanted to smack the guy—Smug little twerp and immediately felt a tiny bit ashamed. It was none of his business if Lex chose to have a---a geek fest with that Johns, it wasn’t as though it was really his business. After all, it was good for Lex to make friends here in Smallville if he was going to stay.
“Well, Clark. I guess it’s time for me to talk to the Walking Dead Boring...oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say anything mean about your boyfriend.” He sighed theatrically and stood. “I know just what he wants to talk about too. Those two employees who are missing. I contacted the police, and I have no idea what else he wants."
Clark blushed and looked at the tabletop. He hated when Lex called Bruce his boyfriend. It sounded so –sneery or something the way he said it. Lex was already moving away without waiting for Clark. Boy, Bruce was so right. Lex could really be a pain sometime. Clark walked behind Lex and watched him walk. It was…hard to ignore. He could hardly believe sometimes that those two had never gotten together. He didn’t think *he* could resist him in close quarters. Clark instantly felt disloyal to Bruce. Besides, it wasn’t right to check out a friend like that. Even a friend with a really great ass. Damn.
tbc, I swear it!
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As for Johns and Lex *wink* stay tuned!
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You're settin' us up for a threesome here, bay-bee.
For manly screams of three-way lovin'!!
Whoot!
*snerk*
*hugs you*
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Aiiiiieeeeeeeee!!
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*faints dead away*
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Brainstorming on napkins = geekgasm. Very nice.
Clark fetching Lex = puppy jealousy. Very nice.
Missing employees = danger. Verrry nice.
Yours,
Still PatientlywaitingforLextogetsome
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I wanted to add a highly amusing comment about your comment, and drop a few hints LexSex wise, but your icon is so...guuuh--oh! I'm sorry--did I drift? Well, anyway ...icon...gaaaah
wufl;go,
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There, there.
Now tell me about the LexSex.
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I can say no more!
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Exiled
I am worried about the Jones character now. What complications is he going to throw into the pot?
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