Title: Storm
Author: Lisa
Email: lc7685@hotmail.com
Rating: PG
Summary: A bit of M/J during Tempest and Vortex, Part One
Martha helped Jonathan stand off the back of the ambulance as Clark and Lex moved off to talk more quietly together. Jonathan smiled down at her.
"How's the house?" he asked, trying not to appear as though he was holding his breath.
"Okay," Martha replied.
"The prope-"
"It's all fine, Jonathan," she sighed, smiling to herself as they walked back to the car. She opened the passenger door and helped Jonathan in, before reaching over him to get the seatbelt.
"I can do that," Jonathan stated. She clicked it in anyway, looking back at him. It hadn't happened often but Jonathan found himself wondering what she was thinking. Her eyes were wider than usual and she was staring at him in what appeared to be a mixture of wonder and confusion. He reached up, running a hand down her cheek. "And how are you?" he asked. She smiled.
"Perfect now you're here?" He nodded, caressing her cheek and pulling her slowly closer to him.
"I'm here," he finished as they kissed softly, Martha pulling away before she got too caught up in emotions. She stood, looking for Clark, who was approaching quickly.
"You coming Clark?" Martha asked. He nodded, hopping in the truck.
When they pulled up at the house, Jonathan appeared to examine every inch of it from a distance.
"See, it's all good," Clark repeated as they all got out.
"I can see that," Jonathan replied.
"You sure you're right?" Martha asked him.
"Yes, it's just a rib. I can walk. In fact, I might go for a bit of a walk. Check everything out."
"Well first you're coming in and I'll get you something to eat, 'k?" Jonathan grinned.
"Sounds fantastic." Clark went up to his room for a while as Jonathan followed Martha inside.
*
That night, Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. Martha watched from the doorway with a small smile on her face. He glanced up at her as he pushed it down and off his arms, careful not to twist his chest too far. She walked, barefoot, slowly into the room.
"You've done your ribs in before haven't you?" she asked, glancing at the way he expertly managed to get his pants off. He'd come home and gotten in the shower, headed down for something to eat, and they'd all decided to turn in early later that night. Martha hadn't once needed to help him for very long. He chuckled.
"When I was a kid. Got tackled a couple of wrong ways. Just once or twice." Martha raised her eyebrows. "But you already knew that," he added.
"Yes I did," she whispered. He looked up at her, now sitting there with just his boxers on. Martha was standing some way away from him still. He felt as though she wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Clark told me what you've been doing since the storm. Thankyou."
"I, I had to keep it together, and... I couldn't give up on you." Jonathan shook his head, reaching out a hand. She moved closer and took it.
"You're never going to have to." Martha responded to the slight tug on her arm and knelt down on the ground in front of him, leaning up against his legs as he bent his head to kiss her. As they broke apart, Jonathan opened his mouth to speak. Martha just watched him, waiting. "I'm sorry I left you alone in that cellar. I know it scares you, it scares me and-" Martha shook her head but he continued. "And I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm sorry I made you cry." Martha bit her lower lip, smiling.
"You'll make me cry again if you're not careful," she managed, shaking slightly. Jonathan smiled, pulling her up to sit beside him as he hugged her as tightly as he could, before their soft kisses grew deeper.
*
Jonathan kissed the top of Martha's hair as they felt sleep drawing them closer together. He could feel her warm breath on his chest, and she could hear his heart beating against her ear.
"Feeling okay?" he asked.
"Mm," she replied. "Much better. No more tornadoes, it's perfect."
"You're the strongest woman I know, Martha. I love you for it." She glanced up at him and smiled.
"I love you too," she whispered. "Goodnight Jon." He smiled at the shortening of his name and nuzzled his head closer to hers as his eyes closed.
"G'night gorgeous."
***
Martha helped Jonathan stand off the back of the ambulance as Clark and Lex moved off to talk more quietly together. Jonathan smiled down at her.
"How's the house?" he asked, trying not to appear as though he was holding his breath.
"Okay," Martha replied.
"The prope-"
"It's all fine, Jonathan," she sighed, smiling to herself as they walked back to the car. She opened the passenger door and helped Jonathan in, before reaching over him to get the seatbelt.
"I can do that," Jonathan stated. She clicked it in anyway, looking back at him. It hadn't happened often but Jonathan found himself wondering what she was thinking. Her eyes were wider than usual and she was staring at him in what appeared to be a mixture of wonder and confusion. He reached up, running a hand down her cheek. "And how are you?" he asked. She smiled.
"Perfect now you're here?" He nodded, caressing her cheek and pulling her slowly closer to him.
"I'm here," he finished as they kissed softly, Martha pulling away before she got too caught up in emotions. She stood, looking for Clark, who was approaching quickly.
"You coming Clark?" Martha asked. He nodded, hopping in the truck.
When they pulled up at the house, Jonathan appeared to examine every inch of it from a distance.
"See, it's all good," Clark repeated as they all got out.
"I can see that," Jonathan replied.
"You sure you're right?" Martha asked him.
"Yes, it's just a rib. I can walk. In fact, I might go for a bit of a walk. Check everything out."
"Well first you're coming in and I'll get you something to eat, 'k?" Jonathan grinned.
"Sounds fantastic." Clark went up to his room for a while as Jonathan followed Martha inside.
*
That night, Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. Martha watched from the doorway with a small smile on her face. He glanced up at her as he pushed it down and off his arms, careful not to twist his chest too far. She walked, barefoot, slowly into the room.
"You've done your ribs in before haven't you?" she asked, glancing at the way he expertly managed to get his pants off. He'd come home and gotten in the shower, headed down for something to eat, and they'd all decided to turn in early later that night. Martha hadn't once needed to help him for very long. He chuckled.
"When I was a kid. Got tackled a couple of wrong ways. Just once or twice." Martha raised her eyebrows. "But you already knew that," he added.
"Yes I did," she whispered. He looked up at her, now sitting there with just his boxers on. Martha was standing some way away from him still. He felt as though she wanted to say something, but couldn't.
"Clark told me what you've been doing since the storm. Thankyou."
"I, I had to keep it together, and... I couldn't give up on you." Jonathan shook his head, reaching out a hand. She moved closer and took it.
"You're never going to have to." Martha responded to the slight tug on her arm and knelt down on the ground in front of him, leaning up against his legs as he bent his head to kiss her. As they broke apart, Jonathan opened his mouth to speak. Martha just watched him, waiting. "I'm sorry I left you alone in that cellar. I know it scares you, it scares me and-" Martha shook her head but he continued. "And I'm sorry you had to go through this, I'm sorry I made you cry." Martha bit her lower lip, smiling.
"You'll make me cry again if you're not careful," she managed, shaking slightly. Jonathan smiled, pulling her up to sit beside him as he hugged her as tightly as he could, before their soft kisses grew deeper.
*
Jonathan kissed the top of Martha's hair as they felt sleep drawing them closer together. He could feel her warm breath on his chest, and she could hear his heart beating against her ear.
"Feeling okay?" he asked.
"Mm," she replied. "Much better. No more tornadoes, it's perfect."
"You're the strongest woman I know, Martha. I love you for it." She glanced up at him and smiled.
"I love you too," she whispered. "Goodnight Jon." He smiled at the shortening of his name and nuzzled his head closer to hers as his eyes closed.
"G'night gorgeous."
***