Title: Unstoppable
Chapter 41
Cyrene closed her eyes with a sigh and leaned into the kiss Hephaestion bestowed upon her. Tender and gentle with her, in a way she had never expected from a man. She could feel the change in the way he touched her and knew that whatever he had seen in her eyes caused it.
And though her mind was twisted with the pain of her situation, those thoughts were getting submerged in the moment. In the pleasure of her body. She could lose herself in this instant and leave thinking for after. And perhaps if she did, some of the pity would leave Hephaestion's beautiful eyes.
Slightly puzzled by the shift in Hephaestion's behavior, Alexander took it in stride. If Hephaestion wanted to tell him something, then he would. Probably while they ate their evening meal or during a quiet walk around camp.
When they had a little privacy, given that whatever was going on behind those dark eyes had something to do with the woman pinned between them. It could wait...
Talk later...
Pleasure now.
With one hand, Alexander sought out the rise of her belly before going lower. She tightened around him, breath drawn in sharply when his fingers grazed their target. The light was mellowing, growing more orange with every passing moment. Dusk would be upon them soon, along with a myriad of duties.
Time to finish this. Bring everything to a satisfactory conclusion for every party involved. Then lock a golden collar around her neck, mark her with Hephaestion's bracelets and leave her to rest.
Cyrene's body trembled as the combined onslaught from her lovers pushed her deeper into a pleasure-filled haze. There was nothing in her mind anymore but the feelings in her body as she was pushed nearer the peak. And she gave in to it, to them, to whatever they wanted of her. For that moment, she did belong to them. In her heart, and not just in body.
A cry tore through her and she arched her body back towards Alexander. Pleasure burned through her, tongues of flame licking along her limbs and spreading everywhere in a white-hot blaze. She cried out again and let her eyes close tightly.
Yes. Orgasmic even in adversity. This woman was a jewel. A crowning glory in a life that was already full of riches beyond imagination.
Alexander followed right behind her. Hard pulse low in his belly, a rush of pleasure that stole his breath away. Lights flashed behind his closed eyes as every muscle in his body locked up for a moment or two.
And while his companions writhed and moaned and ground against one another, Hephaestion watched. He saw what neither one of them could. He saw the unguarded look on Alexander's face when he pulled Cyrene in close and kissed her throat. He alone knew what that look meant.
Alexander loved her. Not like he loved Hephaestion but it was close. There was indulgence and need and great affection all wound into that tiny gesture. Which meant only one thing...
He couldn't let her go. Alexander would be more than angry if she left... He'd be hurt and that was something Hephaestion wouldn't allow.
Strong arms around her, what felt like affection in the warm kiss on her throat... and without thinking about it, Cyrene snuggled closer to the source of that affection. She pressed herself back, her body against and matched to Alexander's. Her leg stayed locked tight around Hephaestion, though, and she used it to pull him into her again. Just because she was floating on a cloud of pleasure didn't mean she wasn't aware that he had not joined them in bliss.
So she pulled him to her again and tightened her body around him. Anything she could do to make him feel as good as he possibly could.
The quick stutter in the thrusts that buffeted both of them was warning enough for Alexander. After all, he'd spent many happy hours pinned under Hephaestion's body. It had taken a few weeks to coax Hephaestion into being the active partner but once he'd gotten a taste for it... Suffice it to say that during their first year together, Alexander had spent many days being pleasantly sore from a very different kind of ride than his stallion ever gave.
"Watch his face, Cyrene," he murmured into her ear. His lips brushed the lobe and sent a shiver down her spine. "You'll never see anything more beautiful in your life."
White-hot lancet of pleasure, so sharp that it tipped over into the realm of pain. Hephaestion's head snapped back, every muscle standing out in high relief as he finally let go.
Her eyes went wide when she saw the expression on Hephaestion's face and she couldn't help but stare at him for a moment. Alexander was right, she couldn't imagine ever seeing anything more gorgeous than Hephaestion in the throes of orgasm. He was stunning, overwhelmingly so. The picture before her could rival the visage of a god - blasphemous though it was to even think it.
Cyrene reached out and traced her fingertips lightly along the curve of his face, brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes... then suddenly realized what she was doing and pulled back abruptly. She had overstepped her bounds, and an apology rose to her lips to emerge in a whisper.
A warm hand covered her own and brought it back up to Hephaestion's cheek. Together they touched him, stroked him... loved him. A burst of affection swept through Alexander, both for his long-time lover and for his new one. As soon as he could trust her not to bolt or slit their throats while they slept, he'd free her.
The fantasy they'd been steeped in faded out in the rush of orgasm. Clark regretted its loss. He even tried to grab at it again but when he open his eyes the tent was gone. The carpets and the pillows and the smell of ripe olives all faded away leaving him hopelessly entangled in a welter of sheets and Buffy's legs.
God. How much of that had been real? Not the knife... please, not the knife. He looked around and spotted the vial of oil, then the discarded scrap of silk that was Lex's robe and the belt from in lying in a crumpled mess.
Bright spots of blood on the sheets and yeah... he was going to lose it. Any minute now, Clark was going to lose it. His vision shifted from normal to x-ray, scanning the bed for the one jarring thing from their flight into Kinky Sex - Post-Grad level. The tying up part had been okay. More than okay.
It had been pretty damned hot.
But the knife.
That was too much.
Jesus, why would Lex have a knife in his bed anyway?
From deep within herself, Buffy saw Clark emerge from the fantasy. She saw him looking around, first curiously and then more concerned. She knew that this had to end soon, but she needed just a little more time. Just a little longer for Cyrene to feel more stable. Then they could leave the rest for another time.
Though Hephaestion had drawn away, Alexander's hand still held hers in a gentle grip. She relaxed against his chest easily enough, but she had one more question that she needed an answer to before she could truly relax. "My lord?" Cyrene ventured softly, hesitant but still needing desperately to know. "What is to become of me now?" Did he want her here? Had this been a one-night thing, or did he plan to keep her for a while?
It wasn't a question she should have asked, but she didn't care. She needed to know, and was afraid that she had gone too far, risked too much of herself this day. She had, at Alexander's command, given everything she had to them. But would she now be expected to survive without it, back in the brutal world that existed outside this tent?
Rather than answer her immediately, Alexander soothed a distant-eyed Hephaestion with a hand on his shoulder. "A moment, my friend, give us a moment more." The words were enough to quell the boy's panic and allow Alexander the time to reassure their companion.
"What is to become of you?" He pulled her in even closer, kissing the curve of her cheek. "You will remain here. You'll sleep while I check on my troops. When we come back, we'll eat and drink and pleasure each other until we can no longer move."
He licked the thin line under her chin where the knife had cut. It was almost healed, a fact that by itself was enough to intrigue him for days. "In the morning, you'll pack while I meet with my commanders. Knowing Hephaestion's appetites, he'll probably hinder you more than help and I fully expect to come back to find you both still in bed. Which is something I look forward to."
"When we move on, you'll ride beside us. When we camp, you'll sleep with us. I don't take ownership lightly, Cyrene. You belong to us and with us and if anyone touches you again... they will answer to me." Alexander left it at that. It went without saying that when he knew her enough to trust her then she'd been given a weapon. That she would become a member of his personal guard... just like Hephaestion.
Cyrene smiled. A true smile, that lit her eyes from within and softened her demeanor. "Thank you," she murmured. "I know you don't believe it yet, but you will be safe with me. Every skill and ability I have is at your disposal." She knew at some point she would have to define those abilities. Just like someday, when she was no longer restricted, she would have to tell him where she disappeared to at night and why she sometimes returned hurt.
But those things could wait for another time. She would wait until he asked, because it was supposed to be a secret. For now, she closed her eyes and willed her body to relax. He wished her to sleep, so she would try to. Because from the sound of it, she would need her rest for later.
As she melted into his arms, the last remnants of the shared fantasy faded away. Lex blinked and shook his head, clearing away metaphorical cobwebs as he found himself almost nose to nose with Clark.
Not necessarily a bad way to return to reality as wake-up calls went but there was an intentness in Clark's steady gaze that Lex hadn't seen since the night Pete Ross held a gun to his head. The same head that Clark used in a game of 'bounce the best friend off the wall in an effort to save him' that left Lex with a migraine that wouldn't quit. "Clark, is there something wrong?"
Nothing was said but Clark didn't need words to convey the message. He simply held up a knife. Long and sharp, the blade tinged a faint red in the fading sunlight.
Jesus... he'd actually used the damned thing.
Buffy blinked, emerging back into reality to the sight of Clark holding a knife tinged with her blood. Her hand went to her neck and felt the line of a scratch. Oh, God, he'd actually had held a knife to her throat! She wasn't hurt, though, so she supposed it didn't really matter.
She took the knife away from Clark and studied it. "Okay, while part of me wants to know why you have a knife in your bedroom, love, the rest of me isn't really worried about it." With a glint of mischief in her eyes, she began tossing the knife from one hand to another, throwing it into the air and catching it in the opposite hand by the spinning blade.
It had been years since he'd sunk that deeply into a game. And it happened without the added incentive of a dose of E or any number of mind-altering drugs Lex had indulged in from the day of his mother's funeral to the moment his Porsche plunged off a bridge. It was a good thing Buffy was being so calm about it because Lex was just this side of wherever Clark ended up on the scale of being disturbed.
To his credit, Lex recovered quickly. He coughed to clear his throat before replying in as smooth a tone as he could manage, "Despite having the most modern alarm systems money can buy, Smallville has proven... hazardous to my health. Friends with guns, invisible servants with grudges, chauffeurs who get off on tossing me out of moving cars. So... knife under the pillows. Handcuffs in the bathroom. Swords on the walls and a .357 in my desk. Just in case."
He lifted Buffy's chin and fingered the scratch. "I'm... having a little trouble with this, though. Beauty, I cut you."
It was good that Lex was losing it a little. Otherwise Clark would've been bouncing off the walls. He didn't know what to make of this. Buffy got cut and he didn't do anything to stop it... In fact he kept right on playing the game with them.
Buffy let Lex examine her neck, then pulled her chin away from his hand gently and leaned in to kiss him. "Don't worry about it, love. I'm fine. And I've had much worse, honestly. It's nothing. Just a scratch."
She tossed the knife aside and it skidded across the floor, coming to a halt beside the fireplace without leaving a scratch on anything in the room. She wound herself into Lex's arms and pulled Clark close to them as well. "It wasn't intentional, Lex, and it wasn't really even you. It was Alexander." She smiled a bit and shrugged. "We just got deeply into it. It's okay."
If she really stopped to think about it, being so caught up in a role-play like that probably was very strange. But there was very little about their relationship that was normal. Why should this be any different?
Clark nodded, grateful the knife was gone. From now on he was going to completely scan the room before they did anything like that again. "That was... intense."
Whatever he'd been expecting from Lex, it certainly wasn't laughter. But that's what Clark got - faintly high-pitched and bordering on hysterical for a second or two before Lex wiped a hand over his face. "Has anybody ever told you that you have a gift for understatement, Clark? That was... far too real."
Lex closed his eyes and for a moment, he could smell the olive trees again. He could hear the shouts of men and the stamp of hooves and the pull to slip back into that world. To be Alexander the Great.
"I enjoyed it," Buffy said softly. "Really enjoyed it. It was really nice, to not have to be me for a while. Not that Cyrene life is better than mine, by any means... which reminds me. 'Cyrene,' Lex? The beauty of Thessaly, the woman who Apollo discovered wrestling with a lion bare-handed? So he carried her off to Libya and eventually named a city for her? That Cyrene?"
Impressive name, and it must say something about what Alexander felt for the girl. But geez... what a legend to be named for. Even if Cyrene was a Slayer, that was still a hard thing to live up to.
"If the shoe fits..." Lex shrugged, not that surprised by the name Alexander had chosen for her. He ran his fingers through her thoroughly tousled hair, blonde like a lion's mane. It was then that it occurred to him what he'd just said. A cliche, a platitude.
Eton, Princeton, Harvard - the best education money could buy and he was spouting the same garbage that Jonathan Kent doled out like organic fertilizer. One glance at Clark confirmed that his lover had caught the slip and was going to tease him about it for months. Best to ignore that raised eyebrow and tiny smirk. "So I take it, with a few exceptions, this is a do again?"
Buffy nodded and smiled. "For me, it is. It was good. Fun. Oh, and Lex... I understand, now. At least some of it." The fingers of one hand circled one of Lex's wrists, to indicate what she meant. But she did have a much better understanding of at least that one of Lex's kinks. Alexander had been right about a number of things, and one of them was the freedom of being bound and out of control.
She turned her attention to Clark, a curious expression on her face. "What about you, baby? Would you mind playing like this again, sometime? Would you want to?" It wouldn't be the same without him, as with the rest of their relationship. While it was fun that could be had independently of him, but they would feel his absence if he chose not to try it again.
There wasn't even a second of hesitation of Clark's part. "Definitely... I've got a question though. Did anybody smell olives or was it just me?"
That brought Lex up short. He raised his head from where he'd been leisurely nibbling on Buffy's shoulder. "It wasn't just you, Clark. Olives and dust and I could hear everything outside of the tent. You both saw a tent, right?"
Far too real. Not just a role play but a sense memory. Lex hadn't been playing Alexander the Great. He had been Alexander the Great. Complete with battle scars and a lover named Hephaestion which was a name he'd never use around his father. Atticus would have to be his public name for Clark.
"Yeah," Buffy agreed. "A tent, and a pile of pillows rather than a bed, and the wind sometimes blowing in through the entrance. And it was a comfortable temperature." Well, to her California-bred sensibilities, it was.
Then she frowned. It had, indeed, been very real. And all of a sudden, she not only recalled that Cyrene had been a Slayer... but that according to the Watcher histories, there had been a Slayer active in Greece around Alexander's time. Her eyes widened in shock and suddenly their game became more to her, too.
"Niamh?" Where the name came from Lex wasn't sure. He suspected it was Alexander and if Buffy responded, it was definitely time for some hypno-therapy. Past life regression. All the things his father dismissed as crap and Lex found fascinating. After today, it was more than fascinating.
It was a necessity.
Buffy jumped and her eyes sought Lex's instantly. "How did you..?" She broke off and shook her head. "Yes, Niamh. That's her real name." Buffy shook her head again, and now it was her turn to laugh in disbelief. "I have so got to e-mail Giles. I need to see if her diary is still around, somehow..."
They were doing it again. Connecting on a level that Clark had no hope of reaching. He was an alien, he shouldn't have any memories of Earth beyond the day he crash-landed in a cornfield. But he did... he smelled the olives too. He saw the tent and felt the carpet under his knees.
There was a lot that he needed to think through and thinking was something that would never happen as long as he was naked. Naked and in bed with the two people he loved. Clark leaned forward to kiss Buffy and caught the faint click right before Lex's alarm went off.
"Damn," Lex was already rolling away, his hand slapping down on the button to stem the flow of alternative rock. While he enjoyed almost every type of music known to man, the combination of Stained and Beethoven was off enough to set even his teeth on edge. "Clark, you've got to get home. Both of you - shower, now."
He had a meeting in just over an hour. There was enough time for each of them to shower and given that he didn't have to deal with shampoo, Lex planned on firing up his laptop so Buffy could send that e-mail. "Buffy, you have dinner at the Kents' tonight, right? I can swing you by the plant and just make my meeting."
"I can take Buffy, Lex. It's delivery day and I've got the truck." Given Lex's shift from affectionate astonishment to full-on Luthor efficiency, Clark abandoned the idea of begging for five more minutes. He glanced at the clock and slid out of bed, intent on grabbing the shower Lex suggested.
Buffy wasn't paying very much attention to their conversation as she walked towards the shower on automatic. Lex's command was the last thing that really registered in her mind. Her thoughts were whirling, racing, searching for any bit of information she might have heard about the relationship between current Slayers and past Slayers.
Some thought that the Slayer spirit moved from one Chosen to the next. But Buffy wasn't so sure about that, otherwise how could there be two of them at the moment? There was another theory, though, that Slayers had something akin to a racial memory. A few even thought that once upon a time, a Slayer could remember the lives of Slayers before her.
Of course, none of this was more than speculation and theory. But Buffy had once been possessed by the spirit of the First Slayer. It may be that because of that, she was now able to channel other Slayers... or at least access their memories. Maybe?
Lex took the detour into his office. While Clark followed Buffy into the shower, he flipped open his lap-top, tapped in the necessary codes and left it to finish the opening sequence.
There was steam rising already by the time he made it into the bathroom. Enough steam that the mirror was half obscured, proof positive that Clark has his shower-head set on boil again. So it was with caution that Lex cracked the shower door open.
His presence was greeted by a quick smile from Clark and a thoughtful look from Buffy. Lex stepped into the stream from the third showerhead and groaned in delight when it dawned on him that one of them had set it at his favorite temperature. He could get used to this.
"Beauty, you can send your e-mail when we get out. It'll take me a few minutes to get dressed." Lex turned his face into the spray and groaned again when a soapy hand skimmed down his back. "That's it... You're hired... both of you."
Buffy was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of her name. Or, well, Lex's name for her. When the rest of the words registered in her mind, she looked over and saw Clark soaping Lex's back. She shook herself and decided to join the soaping party. She lathered up her hands and began rubbing Clark's back while Clark did Lex's.
"I thought I was already on the payroll, love. Though, not for this," Buffy quipped lightly. Most of her mind was still a million miles - and thousands of years - away, but it didn't take much of her mind for her to mouth off at someone. As long as she wasn't being a bitch about it, she wouldn't worry.
"Mmmm... wasn't it our discussion of your new benefits package that led to Clark's new affinity for olives?" That earned Lex a snort from Clark as well as a blunt nudge between his wide-splayed legs that they really didn't have time for. "Eloquent response, Clark. I should take you to the next board meeting."
Another snort, this one closer to his ear as Clark leaned into him. "And be bored to death? No thanks." It was all Lex could do to keep from turning around and pinning Clark against the door. It was strange to realize that Clark's contempt for LuthorCorp board meetings was a real turn-on.
Rather than kiss Lex, Clark turned away from him. Buffy was his target instead. He lifted her up until her head was level with his. Clark kissed her gently, tenderly... apologizing in his own way for not keeping her completely safe. The fading line under her chin had him a little spooked.
Buffy kissed Clark back, gently, sweetly. When he pulled back again, she smiled at him and shook her head. "Forget about it, baby. I'm not hurt. I barely even felt it then, and I don't feel a thing now. Okay?" She rolled her eyes good-naturedly and added, "Good gods, guys, I might look like I'm made of porcelain, but I'm not. You know I'm not."
Caught up in reassuring them, Buffy never even noticed the change in her phrasing. Multiple gods, not just one. Not that Buffy had ever been strongly religious, but it was still a change. One that she wasn't aware of.
No time, there was no time for this. They had promises to keep and miles to go... and if Jonathan Kent didn't get out of his head right now, Lex was going to throw something. The one thing he'd never expected in his life was to have a man who was for all intents and purposes, a father-in-law, who spouted platitudes like clockwork.
At least Martha was palatable. As well as being one of the best cooks in the county. Lex could put up with Jonathan for that alone... maybe.
Buffy finished with Clark's back and then stepped back under her own showerhead to lather herself up. They really didn't have time to play in the shower. Neither Buffy nor Lex could afford to be late for their dinner appointments. Clark had a little more leeway - all he had to do was get home.
Queen of the five-minute shower, which tended to be a Slayer necessity, Buffy finished washing herself and her hair pretty fast. She wasn't as fast as Clark could be, but she was fast for a girl. In her pre-Slayer days, the fastest she could manage to shower and get clean was fifteen minutes.
Amazing what skills you developed when you got graveyard dirt and vamp-dust on your body on a regular basis.
Clark was still wiping water and shampoo out of his eyes when Lex turned off his share of the water and stepped out onto the marble floor. In full work mode now, he dried his feet on the mat and bit back a startled laugh when he realized there were three towels laid out for them.
Apparently Damien's incredible sense of foresight was in full swing today.
Buffy shut off the water and joined Lex a moment later. She shook her head and smiled when she saw the towels for herself. "Damien, I'm assuming?" she commented lightly as she grabbed one and began to rub the water off her body.
The one real advantage of having short hair was that she could get the rest of her body dry before she tackled her hair. Once it got down past her shoulder-blades, she always had to wrap her hair in a towel to get it off her back. Otherwise it dripped water down her skin and made getting dry extremely difficult.
When she did get to her hair, she shook her head and muttered to herself, "I have so got to duplicate my hair-care stuff over here..."
"Write out a list," Lex commented quietly as he rubbed the towel over his shoulders and back. A moment later, he tied it around his waist, intent on getting dressed as quickly as possible. A cloud of steam enveloped both of them as the shower door opened and a very wet Clark emerged. He received a towel and a quick kiss from Lex before Lex swept out of the room.
"I don't know how he does that." Clark muttered, toweling his body dry while Buffy combed through her hair. She glanced up at him, waiting for an explanation. "How he goes from zero to sixty in three seconds flat. One minute he's totally ours and the next he's... gone."
Buffy smiled and shook her head. "You'll get it eventually, baby," she reassured him. "I do it too, sometimes. It's mostly about self-discipline and having two parts of your life that have little to do with each other." She thought for a moment, then tilted her head. "If you'd like to see how it happens to me, come patrolling with me some night once there's more activity around here. You'll see it then."
Buffy finished with her hair, hung up the towel, and kissed Clark before she slipped out of the bathroom too. She needed to get herself dressed again, too. And quickly, so she could get back to her car and go get Dawn.
Lex was already half-dressed by the time she emerged. Crisp linen shirt in his trademark purple, one cufflink done while the other remained in his hand, the shirt still unbuttoned. Wool pants that draped like a tailor's dream and shoes so highly polished that the ceiling reflected on their surface. He slipped the other cufflink into place, partially buttoned the shirt before reaching for a tie. "I'll be at your place at 8:00 sharp."
Distraction evident in his tone, Lex flipped up his collar to slide the tie into place. Normally he would forgo a tie for an evening meeting but there were fresh bite-marks on his neck. Not that he was embarrassed by them but Lex wasn't ready for his father to find out yet. Rumors traveled fast in his world.
"Sounds good," Buffy answered as she gathered up her clothes and started to put them on. Blouse first, since it handled modesty issues in case anyone should happen into the room. Which she doubted, but it was habit from having a sister who often forgot to knock. The blouse fell to just below her hips, since it was meant to be tucked into her skirt. She started to do up the buttons one at a time, making sure they all lined up.
Misaligned buttons had gotten her caught at least once, that she remembered. "We're planning to leave the Kents' around 7:30, so we'll have a chance to be social after dinner. But we'll get home before you get there. Ten minute drive, and all."
"I'm sure you'll have fun." Probably a great deal more fun than he'd ever had at the Kents. Unaware that his mouth had taken a downward turn, Lex deftly tied his tie and was brought up short by a pair of hands on his shoulders when he reached for his jacket. A quick glance over his shoulder revealed Clark's rather solid and completely naked presence behind him.
"I wish you could join us, Lex." Clark hated the fact that Lex was being excluded. Maybe it was time to talk to his dad again.
"We'll work on your parents, baby," Buffy said gently as she tucked her shirt into her skirt and zipped it back up. Her shoes, she just slipped on. The stockings got folded up carefully and stuck into her coat pocket.
"It could be that part of the reason they're so wary of him is because it's you. I might have a chance of convincing them that Lex can be trusted." Perhaps not immediately, but in time. She was Lex's age and not someone they'd raised - if she was adult enough about it, they might accept her judgement more easily than Clark's.
Maybe, anyway.
"Yeah. Plus your mom's pretty observant, Clark. She grew up in my world. I've got the feeling she might know how I feel about you." Lex turned just enough to pull Clark in for a quick, hard and incredibly carnal kiss. One that left Clark a little breathless and Lex a little... hard. "She's the one who asked you to cool things down a little, remember?"
They'd laughed about that conversation after Lex got over the headache from being hung upside down for far too many hours. Clark even made a comment that his mom made it sound like they were fooling around rather than just being best friends. Yes. Martha Kent was a very observant woman.
"No. She... no, Lex. I don't think..." Totally thrown by that possibility, Clark stood there for a moment. Lex moved around him, pulling on his jacket, buttoning it up before smoothing a hand over the back of his head.
"All things are possible, Clark. Now get dressed. Buffy, the computer should be ready by now." Lex gathered up Clark's clothes and handed them to him. With Lex completely dressed and in business mode, Clark suddenly felt very, very naked.
Buffy smiled and winked at Clark when she saw the uncomfortable look on his face, then crossed over to the study doorway. She paused there and gave her lovers a smile before she left the room.
There was no missing the panic in Clark's eyes. While Lex loved him for that trait, the boy really needed to learn how to hide things. Especially if they wanted to keep anything from Clark's very protective parents.
"Clark, we'll deal. No matter what come up, we'll deal. Just lose the clubbed seal look, okay?" Lex pulled him in for another kiss, one that Clark responded to eagerly. "I don't know when I'll see you again. Let's just make sure that it's soon."
Clark nodded, not happy with the prospect of a prolonged separation but there wasn't much he could do about it. "Mom and Dad are going to be gone this weekend. They leave Friday night."
"That will work. I could call and ask if you could stay here. The reconstruction work is going well but I can always use another pair of eyes. Do you think they'd go for that?" The prospect of having Clark actually stay was tempting. So tempting that Lex could feel his mouth watering.
"It might. I'm pretty good with my hands..." The lift of Lex's eyebrow said volumes and Clark found himself laughing and blushing at the same time. "Stop that. I'll never get dressed if you keep looking at me that way."
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Authors: Lex's Lady & Mistress Ace
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Rating: NC-17 (eventually – or maybe quickly depending on the whim of the muses)
Category: Crossover, Romance, Angst
Spoilers: All of season 1 of Smallville and season 6 of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
Pairings: Buffy/Clark/Lex, m/f, m/m
Disclaimer: We don't own the characters at all (however much we might wish we did). Buffy and all references to BTVS are property of the great god Joss Whedon, et al. Clark, Lex and the Smallville storyline belong to Miller-Gough et al. We're just borrowing them for a while. We promise to put them back unharmed and perhaps a little happier.
Notes: ** denotes internal thought, * = italics.
Summary: What if the Summers girls moved to Smallville? What if Buffy discovered that Clark had a secret and thought he could use a confidant?
Dedications: From Em: To Ace, for her never-ending support and her willingness to work on this with me. She writes both Clark and Lex in a way I could never hope to achieve, and I couldn't possibly have done this on my own.
From Ace: To Em for reminding me why I love Buffy. To Beth for being my Smallville watching partner even when the scripts were awful. To the whole Clark/Lex list for opening my eyes to the potential here. And finally to Christina for her great story; Runaway Trains at 3 A.M. which was part of our inspiration. You can find it at: this site.