Author: papergirl
Rating: PG-13. Will increase as things get hot and heavy. There is some cursing in this chapter, so you might want to shield your virgin eyes for that.
Feedback: I don't know why I'm writing this thing, I guess I just wanted to try something new. I want feedback on whether or not there should be more!
Spoilers: Eh
Disclaimer: Don't own anything . . . well, I did just buy a great pair of sandals from Old Navy . . .
Archiving: Just ask, please!
Summary: Continued conversation between Honey and Lex. Well, sort of. See, they're kind of mad at each other. Don't worry, I'll resolve that next time - :-D
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Clark could sense pain in the air. He heard it Honey's voice, and saw it in the way Lex clenched his jaw. As he watched the exchange between the two of them, he realized there was a lot of love there. He wondered why Lex never told him about her. He wondered why Lex looked at Honey that way. Like he wanted to slap her hard, or maybe just kiss her hard.
"Nostalgia, I guess," Honey said.
Clark coughed in an attempt to remind them that he was still sitting there. It didn't work. Lex, who was usually so aware of his surroundings, always thinking about his image, didn't even glance over at Clark. And when Honey did, Clark felt rather insignificant. Like he mattered as much as a speck of dust. A speck of dust in the macrocosms of their lives.
Lex frowned. "I didn't know you were one for nostalgia, Honey."
"I know," Honey nodded, "but it just kind of came on all sudden-like, I just had to indulge myself."
"I see."
Honey lifted her head, tossing back shiny hair. It fluttered a little, then settled. She sighed, crossing her arms. Clark coughed again.
"Do you need something to drink, Clark?" Lex said, turning to face his friend.
Clark felt surprisingly elated that Lex had noticed him. He shook his head no. Then spoke. "I need to get going, Lex . . ." he trailed off, leaving a request for a ride hanging in the air.
"Oh, let me drive you," Lex said quickly, ignoring Honey.
"Thanks, Lex." He was going to get to ride in Lex's fast car! He loved the Jag two-seater, especially when Lex took it all the way.
Lex's cell rang. Clark watched as Lex answered, and a frown replaced his brief smile. "All right. I'm coming."
Clark looked a question at Lex.
"Problem at the plant, Clark, I'm sorry, but I have to get over there right away." Lex frowned slightly. "I won't be able to drive you home."
Clark's heart sank. Partly because he wouldn't get to ask Lex about Honey, and partly because he just loved spending time with his friend. He looked at the woman, who was standing there like a mannequin. Well, she would have looked like one, if her eyes hadn't narrowed with serious anger. She looked ready to explode, and Clark felt slightly ill. Suddenly she spoke.
"I'll drive you, Clark. I'd like to see more of the town, at any rate," Honey said.
Clark appreciated the thought, but her words came out so vehemently that he wondered if she was going to try to kill him or something. That is, if Lex didn't kill her first.
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Lex was pissed. He was quite ready to lunge at Honey. He would have, if they were in private. Really. He would have.
She offered Clark a ride home. HIS Clark. Lex suddenly questioned whether or not he'd always been so possessive. But damn it, Clark was his friend. So fuck her.
But then again, as Lex tried to ignore her, Honey didn't look too happy. Her eyes were glaring at the side of his head. He could almost feel the burn. So now what. She was going to drive Clark home, probably question the hell out of the kid, and then meet his folks. They'd like her. People always liked her. It wasn't that she pretended to be something she was not. She was a nice, smart, good girl. With everyone but Lex.
With him, she was uninhibited. A different person. She was reckless and wild, funny and sexy, crazy and jealous all at the same time. Lex felt his anger melting. She wasn't here to hurt him. He could trust Honey. At least he used to be able to trust her. He looked at her.
Then he realized he was looking at her back. She and Clark were leaving the Talon. Lex had stood there thinking so very long that he didn't even hear Clark say a very forlorn goodbye. He even missed Honey's ignoring of him as she walked out the door.
Oh, fuck.
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As Honey and Clark left the Talon, she glanced back at Lex. He was still staring off into space. She smiled internally, realizing that her offer to Clark had thrown the billionaire off.
"So, which one's yours?" Clark asked.
Honey thought he sounded rather dejected, and remembering the male penchant for cars, she tossed her keys to him. "The charcoal Aston Martin. Right there. Wanna drive?" She dropped into colloquial speech in an effort to communicate more effectively with the youth.
Clark cheered up surprisingly fast. Honey mentally clocked the time, smiling again. They got into the car. Clark adjusted the seat to fit his strikingly long legs, then started the engine. Honey loved that sound, the engine purring. It was like music and made her feel all warm and safe and powerful at the same time. Of course, this time, someone else was in control of the car.
The teenager streaked out of main street, taking the long route to his house. Honey let her window down and laughed, shouting, "Push it! Go Clark!"
He did. They sped along the highway through the flat fields. All too soon, in Honey's opinion, they arrived at the Kent's organic produce farm. Clark slowed as they pulled into the gravel drive, careful not to spray it over the yard.
Honey was glad he was looking happier. She decided not to interrogate him, instead choosing to gain his trust and make a way into his circle of friends.
The Kents emerged from the house, looking at the foreign car. It didn't look like one of Lex's, and they seemed surprised when Clark stepped out from behind the wheel. Honey also exited the car. She was surprised at her own eagerness to meet the creators of this lovely boy.
They looked nothing like him, Honey discovered. She pondered this briefly, then walked up to enthusiastically shake Martha and Jonathan Kent's hands.
"Hi," she said cheerfully. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet the both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Kent. My name is Honey Harper . . . I'm actually a friend of Lex Luthor's. I offered to drive Clark home . . . I'm just came from Gotham, and I really wanted to see more of Smallville . . ." Honey gasped for air, and the Kents laughed.
"Won't you stay for dinner, Honey?" Martha said sincerely. Jonathan nodded in assent.
"Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Kent, I'd absolutely love to, as long as I don't make any extra work - I'm great at the dishes."
Honey was ecstatic. Her plan was working, and the Kents were practically in the palm of her hand. Now, Honey wasn't a malicious or manipulative woman, she just tended to do things with an expected result in mind. Always thinking ahead. Old Lionel would be proud. That reminded her, she had to talk to Lex. They had some - issues that needed to be worked out.
"Come on in, then," Jonathan extended his arm to her.
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FEEDBACK is required for the sustenance of the author. If you care at all about what happens to this story, please just review it!
Rating: PG-13. Will increase as things get hot and heavy. There is some cursing in this chapter, so you might want to shield your virgin eyes for that.
Feedback: I don't know why I'm writing this thing, I guess I just wanted to try something new. I want feedback on whether or not there should be more!
Spoilers: Eh
Disclaimer: Don't own anything . . . well, I did just buy a great pair of sandals from Old Navy . . .
Archiving: Just ask, please!
Summary: Continued conversation between Honey and Lex. Well, sort of. See, they're kind of mad at each other. Don't worry, I'll resolve that next time - :-D
*~#~*
Clark could sense pain in the air. He heard it Honey's voice, and saw it in the way Lex clenched his jaw. As he watched the exchange between the two of them, he realized there was a lot of love there. He wondered why Lex never told him about her. He wondered why Lex looked at Honey that way. Like he wanted to slap her hard, or maybe just kiss her hard.
"Nostalgia, I guess," Honey said.
Clark coughed in an attempt to remind them that he was still sitting there. It didn't work. Lex, who was usually so aware of his surroundings, always thinking about his image, didn't even glance over at Clark. And when Honey did, Clark felt rather insignificant. Like he mattered as much as a speck of dust. A speck of dust in the macrocosms of their lives.
Lex frowned. "I didn't know you were one for nostalgia, Honey."
"I know," Honey nodded, "but it just kind of came on all sudden-like, I just had to indulge myself."
"I see."
Honey lifted her head, tossing back shiny hair. It fluttered a little, then settled. She sighed, crossing her arms. Clark coughed again.
"Do you need something to drink, Clark?" Lex said, turning to face his friend.
Clark felt surprisingly elated that Lex had noticed him. He shook his head no. Then spoke. "I need to get going, Lex . . ." he trailed off, leaving a request for a ride hanging in the air.
"Oh, let me drive you," Lex said quickly, ignoring Honey.
"Thanks, Lex." He was going to get to ride in Lex's fast car! He loved the Jag two-seater, especially when Lex took it all the way.
Lex's cell rang. Clark watched as Lex answered, and a frown replaced his brief smile. "All right. I'm coming."
Clark looked a question at Lex.
"Problem at the plant, Clark, I'm sorry, but I have to get over there right away." Lex frowned slightly. "I won't be able to drive you home."
Clark's heart sank. Partly because he wouldn't get to ask Lex about Honey, and partly because he just loved spending time with his friend. He looked at the woman, who was standing there like a mannequin. Well, she would have looked like one, if her eyes hadn't narrowed with serious anger. She looked ready to explode, and Clark felt slightly ill. Suddenly she spoke.
"I'll drive you, Clark. I'd like to see more of the town, at any rate," Honey said.
Clark appreciated the thought, but her words came out so vehemently that he wondered if she was going to try to kill him or something. That is, if Lex didn't kill her first.
*~#~*
Lex was pissed. He was quite ready to lunge at Honey. He would have, if they were in private. Really. He would have.
She offered Clark a ride home. HIS Clark. Lex suddenly questioned whether or not he'd always been so possessive. But damn it, Clark was his friend. So fuck her.
But then again, as Lex tried to ignore her, Honey didn't look too happy. Her eyes were glaring at the side of his head. He could almost feel the burn. So now what. She was going to drive Clark home, probably question the hell out of the kid, and then meet his folks. They'd like her. People always liked her. It wasn't that she pretended to be something she was not. She was a nice, smart, good girl. With everyone but Lex.
With him, she was uninhibited. A different person. She was reckless and wild, funny and sexy, crazy and jealous all at the same time. Lex felt his anger melting. She wasn't here to hurt him. He could trust Honey. At least he used to be able to trust her. He looked at her.
Then he realized he was looking at her back. She and Clark were leaving the Talon. Lex had stood there thinking so very long that he didn't even hear Clark say a very forlorn goodbye. He even missed Honey's ignoring of him as she walked out the door.
Oh, fuck.
*~#~*
As Honey and Clark left the Talon, she glanced back at Lex. He was still staring off into space. She smiled internally, realizing that her offer to Clark had thrown the billionaire off.
"So, which one's yours?" Clark asked.
Honey thought he sounded rather dejected, and remembering the male penchant for cars, she tossed her keys to him. "The charcoal Aston Martin. Right there. Wanna drive?" She dropped into colloquial speech in an effort to communicate more effectively with the youth.
Clark cheered up surprisingly fast. Honey mentally clocked the time, smiling again. They got into the car. Clark adjusted the seat to fit his strikingly long legs, then started the engine. Honey loved that sound, the engine purring. It was like music and made her feel all warm and safe and powerful at the same time. Of course, this time, someone else was in control of the car.
The teenager streaked out of main street, taking the long route to his house. Honey let her window down and laughed, shouting, "Push it! Go Clark!"
He did. They sped along the highway through the flat fields. All too soon, in Honey's opinion, they arrived at the Kent's organic produce farm. Clark slowed as they pulled into the gravel drive, careful not to spray it over the yard.
Honey was glad he was looking happier. She decided not to interrogate him, instead choosing to gain his trust and make a way into his circle of friends.
The Kents emerged from the house, looking at the foreign car. It didn't look like one of Lex's, and they seemed surprised when Clark stepped out from behind the wheel. Honey also exited the car. She was surprised at her own eagerness to meet the creators of this lovely boy.
They looked nothing like him, Honey discovered. She pondered this briefly, then walked up to enthusiastically shake Martha and Jonathan Kent's hands.
"Hi," she said cheerfully. "It's an absolute pleasure to meet the both of you, Mr. and Mrs. Kent. My name is Honey Harper . . . I'm actually a friend of Lex Luthor's. I offered to drive Clark home . . . I'm just came from Gotham, and I really wanted to see more of Smallville . . ." Honey gasped for air, and the Kents laughed.
"Won't you stay for dinner, Honey?" Martha said sincerely. Jonathan nodded in assent.
"Oh, my goodness, Mrs. Kent, I'd absolutely love to, as long as I don't make any extra work - I'm great at the dishes."
Honey was ecstatic. Her plan was working, and the Kents were practically in the palm of her hand. Now, Honey wasn't a malicious or manipulative woman, she just tended to do things with an expected result in mind. Always thinking ahead. Old Lionel would be proud. That reminded her, she had to talk to Lex. They had some - issues that needed to be worked out.
"Come on in, then," Jonathan extended his arm to her.
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FEEDBACK is required for the sustenance of the author. If you care at all about what happens to this story, please just review it!