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The Courtship of Martha's Son, & Sequel, The Wedding of Martha's Son, by Cheryl Forbes (NC-17)
Fandom: SMALLVILLE
Pairings: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Lengths: 60,800 Words /Courtship & 58,900 Words /Wedding
Author on LJ: (am researching this)
Author's Website: (ditto)
Why this must be read:
If you were as wise and sensible a woman as Martha Kent, who worried about her vulnerablebig dumb alien son's future, wouldn't you seek the most intelligent, rich, and powerful fellow around as a son-in-law?
"Mrs Kent." Lex minimized all the windows on his computer, locked it with a password and rose from his chair to greet her properly. She was one of the few people he knew that deserved the courtesy. "Is there something I can do for you?" he asked, genuinely hoping there was. She waved an errant hand as she took the seat on the other side of his desk.
"Sit, Lex," she said with an air of familiarity that tweaked the corners of his mouth. "And call me Martha. I think we've known one another long enough for you do that."
"Yes, ma'am." Lex responded with deference. Even with permission, he didn't feel he'd earned this woman's respect enough to call her by her given name. He probably never would. It wasn't a dig. The formidable Mrs Kent didn't think herself above anyone. She was a good person, down to earth, the best. In Lex's opinion, even the President didn't have the right to call her by her first name. "What brings you out to the castle?" he asked, unconsciously smoothing out his clothing with a hand from breast to knee before sitting back down.
Martha tucked her hair behind her ears and shifted nervously in her chair. Lex felt his palms begin to sweat as she stared steadily at the colored blocks of glass in the windows over his head. A prickly feeling along his spine told him this was not a friendly visit.
"How do you feel about Clark?" she said abruptly breaking the stillness of the room.
Damn. No, not friendly at all. This was dangerous territory.
She was looking at him now, holding him easily with her eyes and waiting.
"He's my friend." The answer was inadequate but safe. Lex didn't think Martha was prepared to know the true extent of his feelings for her son. Hell, Lex wasn't even sure he was ready.
"Could he be something...more?"
There were no definitions needed. They were both adults and Martha Kent nee Clark was originally from Metropolis, where all types of more were practiced. Lex knew her history as well as she most likely knew his. Hence, he supposed, the question.
"He's not." Lex said coldly, not missing the irony that nothing heated him more than thinking of something more with Clark. But that was not a subject to be discussed even with the boy let alone his mother. It was a secret, a guilty pleasure. Lex only dwelt on it himself when he was alone and with a lot less clothing than he was wearing now.
Oh fuck, that was a mistake.
Thinking 'naked" and 'Clark' in the same thought bubble never failed to transpose the blood from his brain to his groin at warp speed.
Lex carefully folded his hands in his expanding lap and wished he had the foresight to buy a solid teak or mahogany desk instead of embarrassingly transparent glass. When he noticed Martha's knowing stare, Lex brought up his hands quickly and picked up his Monte Blanc, playing with the slim instrument idly. The move came too late, but what the fuck.
"But you would like him to be more, wouldn't you, Lex?"
The pen went flying across the room.
_______________________
You never want this saga to end - it is filled with intense sex, deep emotions, and hilarity.
The Courtship of Martha's Son, by Cheryl Forbes
& Sequel,
The Wedding of Martha's Son, by Cheryl Forbes
Pairings: Clark Kent/Lex Luthor
Lengths: 60,800 Words /Courtship & 58,900 Words /Wedding
Author on LJ: (am researching this)
Author's Website: (ditto)
Why this must be read:
If you were as wise and sensible a woman as Martha Kent, who worried about her vulnerable
"Mrs Kent." Lex minimized all the windows on his computer, locked it with a password and rose from his chair to greet her properly. She was one of the few people he knew that deserved the courtesy. "Is there something I can do for you?" he asked, genuinely hoping there was. She waved an errant hand as she took the seat on the other side of his desk.
"Sit, Lex," she said with an air of familiarity that tweaked the corners of his mouth. "And call me Martha. I think we've known one another long enough for you do that."
"Yes, ma'am." Lex responded with deference. Even with permission, he didn't feel he'd earned this woman's respect enough to call her by her given name. He probably never would. It wasn't a dig. The formidable Mrs Kent didn't think herself above anyone. She was a good person, down to earth, the best. In Lex's opinion, even the President didn't have the right to call her by her first name. "What brings you out to the castle?" he asked, unconsciously smoothing out his clothing with a hand from breast to knee before sitting back down.
Martha tucked her hair behind her ears and shifted nervously in her chair. Lex felt his palms begin to sweat as she stared steadily at the colored blocks of glass in the windows over his head. A prickly feeling along his spine told him this was not a friendly visit.
"How do you feel about Clark?" she said abruptly breaking the stillness of the room.
Damn. No, not friendly at all. This was dangerous territory.
She was looking at him now, holding him easily with her eyes and waiting.
"He's my friend." The answer was inadequate but safe. Lex didn't think Martha was prepared to know the true extent of his feelings for her son. Hell, Lex wasn't even sure he was ready.
"Could he be something...more?"
There were no definitions needed. They were both adults and Martha Kent nee Clark was originally from Metropolis, where all types of more were practiced. Lex knew her history as well as she most likely knew his. Hence, he supposed, the question.
"He's not." Lex said coldly, not missing the irony that nothing heated him more than thinking of something more with Clark. But that was not a subject to be discussed even with the boy let alone his mother. It was a secret, a guilty pleasure. Lex only dwelt on it himself when he was alone and with a lot less clothing than he was wearing now.
Oh fuck, that was a mistake.
Thinking 'naked" and 'Clark' in the same thought bubble never failed to transpose the blood from his brain to his groin at warp speed.
Lex carefully folded his hands in his expanding lap and wished he had the foresight to buy a solid teak or mahogany desk instead of embarrassingly transparent glass. When he noticed Martha's knowing stare, Lex brought up his hands quickly and picked up his Monte Blanc, playing with the slim instrument idly. The move came too late, but what the fuck.
"But you would like him to be more, wouldn't you, Lex?"
The pen went flying across the room.
_______________________
You never want this saga to end - it is filled with intense sex, deep emotions, and hilarity.
The Courtship of Martha's Son, by Cheryl Forbes
& Sequel,
The Wedding of Martha's Son, by Cheryl Forbes
no subject
But, I'm thrilled that you have email contact with her - does she have an LJ screenname? I've been emailing the authors of my respective Reccs this month, just to let them know their genius is still appreciated.