Title: Home Movies
Author: Lala
Pairing: Clark/Lana
Rating: PG for a naked Clark… but not the kind you're thinking of. Down, smut fans!
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Martha shows Lana some Kent family home movies.
Disclaimer: Be glad they're not mine. Be really glad.
Author's Notes: I thought we needed some fluff, and here be my attempt at some, in addition to humor. Brace yourselves…
Dedication: For Sonya, though she'll never read this. Thanks for everything, Chica!
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"Want a snack? Mom made fresh brownies this morning," Clark invited as he and Lana walked through the back door.
"Sure," Lana agreed amicably, setting down her backpack.
"Go in the living room," Clark suggested, "I'll meet you in there."
Walking to the next room, Lana was surprised to find Martha on the couch, watching television.
"Oh, hello Lana," the older woman greeted, "I must not have heard you and Clark come in. I'm just watching some home movies, care to join me?"
"Sure, Mrs. Kent." Lana sat down and looked at the television.
On the screen, Martha was holding out a watering can to a little boy.
"Let's feed the plants, Mommy!" The boy exclaimed gleefully, grabbing the plastic can… and crushing it.
"Clark!" Martha reprimanded, and the boys – Clark? – looked sheepishly up at her.
"Sorry Mommy."
"That's all right," she said with a sigh, "we'll just use the hose."
Clark's little face split into the most adorable grin Lana had ever seen. "Yay!"
The camera cut to sometime later, to show a soaking wet Clark looking perfectly content.
"Clothes got wet," he informed the camera. "It was fun, daddy!"
"Don't let your mother see you like that," Jonathon advised from behind the camera.
"Okay!" And to Lana's surprise, he ripped – literally – off his little blue flannel shirt.
"What are you doing?" Jonathan sounded somewhere between shocked and amused.
"Don't want mommy to see me like this," Clark said proudly, and pulled off his jeans.
Lana knew she should look away; there must be some law against checking out a 4-year-old, but she couldn't. Clark, his clothes in a soggy pile at his feet, beamed proudly.
"I'll go hide them," he said proudly, and Jonathan laughed.
"Your mother's going to love that."
"Mom!" Lana's attention was taken away from the TV by a cry from the doorway, "what are you watching?"
Clark, looking mortified, stood holding their brownies.
"Clark!" Martha cried from the television, "Where are your clothes?"
"They went bye-bye," Clark informed her. "I'm nakie now!"
"Go get dressed," Martha ordered him.
Clark giggled and ran away. "Catch me, mommy!"
"Clark Kent!" But she was laughing now. "We've got to so something about that boy," she informed Jonathan.
"Come get me, come get me!" Clark squealed with laughter and ran for the barn.
Lana struggled to keep herself from laughing as the tape stopped to Clark's shouts of, "you havta see my nakie dance!"
"Can I see your nakie dance, Clark?"
End
Author's Notes: I was bored… I'm sorry if this disturbed you. Any comments?
Author: Lala
Pairing: Clark/Lana
Rating: PG for a naked Clark… but not the kind you're thinking of. Down, smut fans!
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Martha shows Lana some Kent family home movies.
Disclaimer: Be glad they're not mine. Be really glad.
Author's Notes: I thought we needed some fluff, and here be my attempt at some, in addition to humor. Brace yourselves…
Dedication: For Sonya, though she'll never read this. Thanks for everything, Chica!
---
"Want a snack? Mom made fresh brownies this morning," Clark invited as he and Lana walked through the back door.
"Sure," Lana agreed amicably, setting down her backpack.
"Go in the living room," Clark suggested, "I'll meet you in there."
Walking to the next room, Lana was surprised to find Martha on the couch, watching television.
"Oh, hello Lana," the older woman greeted, "I must not have heard you and Clark come in. I'm just watching some home movies, care to join me?"
"Sure, Mrs. Kent." Lana sat down and looked at the television.
On the screen, Martha was holding out a watering can to a little boy.
"Let's feed the plants, Mommy!" The boy exclaimed gleefully, grabbing the plastic can… and crushing it.
"Clark!" Martha reprimanded, and the boys – Clark? – looked sheepishly up at her.
"Sorry Mommy."
"That's all right," she said with a sigh, "we'll just use the hose."
Clark's little face split into the most adorable grin Lana had ever seen. "Yay!"
The camera cut to sometime later, to show a soaking wet Clark looking perfectly content.
"Clothes got wet," he informed the camera. "It was fun, daddy!"
"Don't let your mother see you like that," Jonathon advised from behind the camera.
"Okay!" And to Lana's surprise, he ripped – literally – off his little blue flannel shirt.
"What are you doing?" Jonathan sounded somewhere between shocked and amused.
"Don't want mommy to see me like this," Clark said proudly, and pulled off his jeans.
Lana knew she should look away; there must be some law against checking out a 4-year-old, but she couldn't. Clark, his clothes in a soggy pile at his feet, beamed proudly.
"I'll go hide them," he said proudly, and Jonathan laughed.
"Your mother's going to love that."
"Mom!" Lana's attention was taken away from the TV by a cry from the doorway, "what are you watching?"
Clark, looking mortified, stood holding their brownies.
"Clark!" Martha cried from the television, "Where are your clothes?"
"They went bye-bye," Clark informed her. "I'm nakie now!"
"Go get dressed," Martha ordered him.
Clark giggled and ran away. "Catch me, mommy!"
"Clark Kent!" But she was laughing now. "We've got to so something about that boy," she informed Jonathan.
"Come get me, come get me!" Clark squealed with laughter and ran for the barn.
Lana struggled to keep herself from laughing as the tape stopped to Clark's shouts of, "you havta see my nakie dance!"
"Can I see your nakie dance, Clark?"
End
Author's Notes: I was bored… I'm sorry if this disturbed you. Any comments?