Mother of Two
Rated PG13 for mention of adult situations
Part one of one
No spoilers, a/u
Summary: Clark broods, Martha tries to get Jon to understand, and Jon gets frisky
"Honey, where's Clark, I need some help with this post." Jonathan Kent was cut off by his wife as he entered the kitchen.
"What?" He asked in a lower tone.
"Clark's brooding, and I've decided not to disturb him. I remember when my best friend dated the guy I liked, I sat and ate chocolate for at least two days straight." Martha Kent sighed as she looked at her son, feeling for him as she watched him stuff another handful of chocolate popcorn in his mouth.
"What are you talking about? And he better not eat all the Boy Scout popcorn if he knows what's good for him!" Jonathan replied.
"Pete and Lana started dating yesterday." She replied simply, moving to the sink.
"Pete and Lana.what about Whitney? And Chloe?"
"Oh, you just have to be a woman to understand." Martha replied. "I've seen this happen many times in my vast years of dating." She grinned as Jonathan's eyes darkened in color. " I just wish he'd use a damn tissue instead of being all manly and using the back of his hand."
"I don't remember acting like this when I was love struck in high school. This seems a bit to girly for me."
"If he can shoot fire out of his eyes and lift cars, I'd think you'd stop being so surprised by anything. He'll shake it off in a day or so," came the woman's reply.
"There better be some popcorn left, that's all I have to say." Jonathan returned, heading upstairs.
"Men!" Martha sighed as she turned her gaze from her husband to her son. "Guess it's better than a hormonal, teenage alien girl." Martha grinned as she began wiping down the kitchen counter.
"Are you comin'?" Jonathan asked suddenly, grabbing her around the waist. "Just because my son is brooding doesn't mean that I am." He grinned.
"You're a bad, bad man." Martha replied.
"I know, but you love me.now c'mon, let the boy brood and let's get in the mood." Jonathan said as he kissed her neck.
"With that line, it's like I'm raising two teenagers instead of one."
"But I'm better in bed.well, I'd sure as hell better be, since I hope he's not in bed with anyone." Jonathan said as the couple trekked upstairs and his hand ran down his wife's back.
~end
Rated PG13 for mention of adult situations
Part one of one
No spoilers, a/u
Summary: Clark broods, Martha tries to get Jon to understand, and Jon gets frisky
"Honey, where's Clark, I need some help with this post." Jonathan Kent was cut off by his wife as he entered the kitchen.
"What?" He asked in a lower tone.
"Clark's brooding, and I've decided not to disturb him. I remember when my best friend dated the guy I liked, I sat and ate chocolate for at least two days straight." Martha Kent sighed as she looked at her son, feeling for him as she watched him stuff another handful of chocolate popcorn in his mouth.
"What are you talking about? And he better not eat all the Boy Scout popcorn if he knows what's good for him!" Jonathan replied.
"Pete and Lana started dating yesterday." She replied simply, moving to the sink.
"Pete and Lana.what about Whitney? And Chloe?"
"Oh, you just have to be a woman to understand." Martha replied. "I've seen this happen many times in my vast years of dating." She grinned as Jonathan's eyes darkened in color. " I just wish he'd use a damn tissue instead of being all manly and using the back of his hand."
"I don't remember acting like this when I was love struck in high school. This seems a bit to girly for me."
"If he can shoot fire out of his eyes and lift cars, I'd think you'd stop being so surprised by anything. He'll shake it off in a day or so," came the woman's reply.
"There better be some popcorn left, that's all I have to say." Jonathan returned, heading upstairs.
"Men!" Martha sighed as she turned her gaze from her husband to her son. "Guess it's better than a hormonal, teenage alien girl." Martha grinned as she began wiping down the kitchen counter.
"Are you comin'?" Jonathan asked suddenly, grabbing her around the waist. "Just because my son is brooding doesn't mean that I am." He grinned.
"You're a bad, bad man." Martha replied.
"I know, but you love me.now c'mon, let the boy brood and let's get in the mood." Jonathan said as he kissed her neck.
"With that line, it's like I'm raising two teenagers instead of one."
"But I'm better in bed.well, I'd sure as hell better be, since I hope he's not in bed with anyone." Jonathan said as the couple trekked upstairs and his hand ran down his wife's back.
~end