Tarzan
rated PG-13 (at least they're married!)
martha/jonathan
no spoilers in particular
summary: the Kent's take a trip down memory lane.back to their honeymoon.
author's note: yes, this is a plug. shameless plug. go to my site, intrepid. enter the fic challenge on my interaction page. PLEASE! Clark will kiss you if you do!
"Ugghh!" Jonathan Kent sighed as he fell back onto his bed.
"Aww, honey! C'mere, lemme rub your back." Martha Kent grinned, putting her hands under his shirt and running her hands along his back.
"Saving Clark's secret gets harder and harder every time." He mumbled as she kneaded his back.
"I wish you wouldn't say things like that." Martha commented, pushing slightly harder on the small of his back.
"Ow!" He said, turning over to face her. "You know I'd never trade Clark for anything. You and he are the best things that have ever happened to me."
"Good recovery." Martha replied, kissing him.
"I know. Now c'mere!" Jonathan smiled, pulling his wife closer to him and kissing her again.
"I thought you were tired!" Martha giggled as Jonathan slipped off his shirt.
"Me Tarzan. You Jane. Tarzan want Jane. Now."
"You used that same voice on our honeymoon!" Martha replied, wrapping her arm around his back.
"Is it working again?" He replied in between kissing Martha.
"Me Jane," Martha grinned as she reached over to the bedside and switched off the lamp on her bedside table.
*
"Hey, Jane. Make any coffee? I'm quite tired after last night," Jonathan asked Martha as he slipped his hand on her behind.
"Jonathan Kent, what are you thinking?" She asked, turning around to face him.
"I'm thinking how beautiful you look in that shirt.but how much I'd love you to NOT be wearing it." He said with a sly grin.
"You wild man!" Martha teased.
"Tarzan love you." Jonathan replied, leaning down and kissing her, slipping his tounge into her mouth.
"Pete! Cover your eyes! Mom, Dad, our innocent eyes did NOT need to see that!" Clark cried, causing his parents to turn around to find their son and his best friend standing in the doorway.
"Clark, your mother and I do have se." Jonathan was cut off by his son's loud voice.
"OK! Pete, we're going back to your house!" Clark said, turning around and stepping out onto his porch.
rated PG-13 (at least they're married!)
martha/jonathan
no spoilers in particular
summary: the Kent's take a trip down memory lane.back to their honeymoon.
author's note: yes, this is a plug. shameless plug. go to my site, intrepid. enter the fic challenge on my interaction page. PLEASE! Clark will kiss you if you do!
"Ugghh!" Jonathan Kent sighed as he fell back onto his bed.
"Aww, honey! C'mere, lemme rub your back." Martha Kent grinned, putting her hands under his shirt and running her hands along his back.
"Saving Clark's secret gets harder and harder every time." He mumbled as she kneaded his back.
"I wish you wouldn't say things like that." Martha commented, pushing slightly harder on the small of his back.
"Ow!" He said, turning over to face her. "You know I'd never trade Clark for anything. You and he are the best things that have ever happened to me."
"Good recovery." Martha replied, kissing him.
"I know. Now c'mere!" Jonathan smiled, pulling his wife closer to him and kissing her again.
"I thought you were tired!" Martha giggled as Jonathan slipped off his shirt.
"Me Tarzan. You Jane. Tarzan want Jane. Now."
"You used that same voice on our honeymoon!" Martha replied, wrapping her arm around his back.
"Is it working again?" He replied in between kissing Martha.
"Me Jane," Martha grinned as she reached over to the bedside and switched off the lamp on her bedside table.
*
"Hey, Jane. Make any coffee? I'm quite tired after last night," Jonathan asked Martha as he slipped his hand on her behind.
"Jonathan Kent, what are you thinking?" She asked, turning around to face him.
"I'm thinking how beautiful you look in that shirt.but how much I'd love you to NOT be wearing it." He said with a sly grin.
"You wild man!" Martha teased.
"Tarzan love you." Jonathan replied, leaning down and kissing her, slipping his tounge into her mouth.
"Pete! Cover your eyes! Mom, Dad, our innocent eyes did NOT need to see that!" Clark cried, causing his parents to turn around to find their son and his best friend standing in the doorway.
"Clark, your mother and I do have se." Jonathan was cut off by his son's loud voice.
"OK! Pete, we're going back to your house!" Clark said, turning around and stepping out onto his porch.