COLLIDE - Last Chance

Saeshmea wrote:

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WoW!!!!

This was... WoW!!! YOU'RE BRILLIANT!!! I mean... WoW I'm really wordless... This was... FANTASTIC!! He saved her! Using his own blood! WoW!!! I really don't know what to say... it was WONDERFUL!! I can't stop smiling, it was... ok, I should stop saying it, but WOW!!!! I'll never try to guess anything again about your fanfics, because you're always able to surprise me... this was... AMAZING!!! It's... it's the best thing nobody could ever write in a smallville fic... ok... I'm gonna stop... I still shocked but let me clap you . Really... honestly... you've became my favorite fanfic-writter after this... For the first time, I'm not gonna ask you to update soon, you can take a rest if you wish... I'll be waiting for the next time, but don't worry because whenever you post it... I surely will still shocked by the last one...
Really, I can't say anything else...
Kisses!!

First, I'm honestly flattered... but I'm NOT so brilliant, I've just a few lucky resources, that's my secret... that's all...
Of course, this comment of yours is really appreacciated and means a lot to me...
I'm honored to be your favorite fanfic-writer ^^ I hope to be always up to your expectation!
And please, don't stop guessing... I just LOVE reading people's guess about what's going to happen... it's one of the best part of the 'deal'... and about the rest... yes, I may think about it... I think I need a good rest to project the next serie of parts which will lead to the point of no return... lol... .. but probably I'll post another part soon before my little pause ^^ kisses

P.S.: IrisMn misses Miss O'Toole! Where are you, Miss O'Toole?

Here, girls, there's another part..hopefully you'll find it mionelicious! XD Even if I have doubt about it...lol more answers in the next part.

PART 23

Lionel stormed in her apartment, opening all the doors until he found her in the living room.
As she turned around and saw him, she ran to him and held him close, standing on tiptoe and wrapping her arms around his neck tightly.
“Are you really okay?” He asked her with a broken voice.
She nodded and felt Lionel’s hands stroking her back as his face was being buried on the side of her neck. He breathed deep to ease his distress, smelled her familiar scent to make sure it was real.
“Thank God.” Lionel murmured, lifting his head to look at her.
She smiled her beautiful, charming smile and he felt the sudden urge to kiss her passionately.
“Lana could be here at any time…” Martha said breaking the kiss, “Clark called her…”
“She won’t come tonight.” Lionel shook his head, “She knows about us,” her eyes widened in surprise, “don’t worry, she’s not gonna tell anything to Clark.” He added, “She told me to come here to find you, she’ll come to see you tomorrow morning with your son and granddaughter.”
“That’s a relief.” Martha admitted giggling.
“What do you mean?” Lionel asked savouring her lips with mild kisses.
“Somebody finally knows about us,” she explained, her arms still on his shoulder, “It’s not a secret anymore.”
Lionel smiled caressing her lovely face, when he noticed something about her, “You look…younger?”
Martha laughed heartily, “Oh, please.”
“You’re still my Martha,” he said cupping her face with his hands, “You’re only mine, my love.”
After few moments of contemplative silence, they were already kissing each other ardently. His fingers squeezed her waist, her hands slid down - leaving his neck to be placed on his chest - while their lips were still pressed together in a sweet, moving kiss.
“I was afraid it was over, I thought I’d never be able to talk to you again,” he said slowly, musing on every word as his mind recalled those painful memories having her bleeding in his arms and lying on a hospital bed, “instead we’re together again...”
“…in our little nest of love.” Martha added sweetly, caressing his face.
“Precisely.” He murmured to her ear as their own feet lead themselves to her bedroom.
All their clothes were taken off before they lay on that bed where they had already made love so many times. Sweetness, neediness and eagerness ran through their veins to their heart. They kissed again. Longer. Deeper. Wilder.
As he broke the kiss, his lips focused on her jaw and earlobe, his skilled fingers touched her, easily arousing her. Her hands caressed his curly hair and neck as he sensually kissed both her breasts with natural passion.
His lips had just slid down to her stomach when he stopped suddenly, his fingers stroking at one particular spot close to her heart.
“What’s wrong?” Martha asked worriedly.
“I have just noticed these…” Lionel explained, sliding his fingertips down to her lower ribs and then to her belly.
As she realized he was touching the three scars left by the bullets, she took his hands and pressed her lips on them.
“Every time we’ll make love together, these scars will be there to recall me what happened…” He said sorrowful.
She caressed his arms with sweetness, trying to find the right words.
“When I was on the ground bleeding, you held me close, kept me in your arms, you told me everything was going to be alright… I’ve never felt so much loved by a man.” she said with her lovely smile on her lips, “This feeling is the only thing I remember looking at these scars.”
After everything they went through together, she was still able to surprise him. How could she always find something good in everything and everyone?
Martha brought him closer to her again, loving the feeling of his wiry body pressing upon her. Her mouth found his again in a tender kiss, while her hands touched his chest, noticing his heart beating faster beneath her simple fingers’ touch.
He deepened their kiss, feeling her breast, her belly, her legs rubbing against his aroused body. He only wanted to be gentle, to slow down so this special moment could last longer, but every inch of their bodies craved a more intense physical contact, demanded more and he surrendered to this propensity.
He looked at her with hungry eyes as her hips uplifted to meet his. A single deep thrust and she moaned feeling her body parting around him. To him it was like centuries had passed by since their last time, but being inside her always felt so damn good and he couldn’t get enough of her.
As their body rocked together, as she felt him going deep inside her, a sudden thought came to her mind… how could she forget so easily the first time she felt that strong energy through her body? It was just few years earlier and it made her greatest wish come true.
“Lionel… please…” she mumbled trying not to moan in pleasure, “…stop, please…”
He stopped out of breath, still inside her, “Is it hurting you?”
“No, it’s… wonderful.” she said caressing his face, “It’s just…”
Leaning forward she pressed her lips on his mouth and lingered on this lovely kiss for few instants until she quickly felt him lightly re-start to move back and forth inside her.
“Wait, please, honey…” she said overcoming her own desire to make love to him in order to speak to him, “I think… I think I may be… pregnant… after tonight…if we…”
Surprise and shock were expressed all over his face as she said so caressing his face.
“I know how much…how much I want this,” she said swallowing hard, “but I’m not so sure…not sure if you do, too… and I don’t want you… to be dragged in this… if you don’t really… want to.”
He withdrew with an unsatisfied grunt and she gasped feeling the emptiness he left inside. Disappointment was what she felt, but she tried to hide it from him.
“Are you sure you’ve actually a chance to become pregnant tonight?”
“I don’t think it’s a chance,” she said with a sad smile, “It’s most likely a certainty.”
He smirked, leaned down and shortly kissed that sweet core she had between her thighs, always staring at her shining eyes.
She bit her lips hard, trying to come to terms with the fact he apparently didn’t want to have another child. While a part of her was frustrated because he once told her he wanted to make her dream come true and now he was hesitating, another part of her couldn’t blame him, because she was asking him to get her pregnant while the man who wanted her dead was still free, because she knew how complicated his relationship with all his children have always been and many other reasons, involving her own son, gossips and so much more.
He didn’t actually believe it could be true, he didn’t know what originated this idea and still thought it was just a low possibility, but the picture of this wonderful woman – his wonderful woman – carrying his own baby inside her womb was enough to be warm by this dream of hers.
“Alright, I understand...I know it’s not easy,” she decided after a long breath, “you have a condom?”
“No condom…” he said teasing her core with delightful caress which elicited soft moans from her.
He unexpectedly spread her legs wider, heading to her entrance again and sliding home so easily inside her. Just his penetration almost took them both to completion, but he regained his control, slowly flinched and pushed in again.
Martha quivered moaning out of control as she lifted her legs up and his thrusts increased in depth and rate. With her eyes shut, she climaxed experiencing such an intense sensation, while her inner muscles instinctively clenched at him tightly.
Still breathless, she came down from her bliss and her eyes opened finding his look dark and distant. She was sure he would pull out of her in a matter of instants, she thought he was about to withdraw soon, but he simply didn’t… his pace went irregular, his breaths more labored, his grunts louder, his release too close.
“Oh, Lionel…” she whimpered.
Her name uttered by him was echoing in the room along with the sound of flesh smacking flesh and the squeaking of the bed when waves of pleasure overcame him.
He panted against her throat squeezing hard her hands on the pillow as the last of his semen was spilled inside her. As she realized it, she grinned happily, took his face in her hands and kissed him over and over.
“Thank you...” she whispered him.
He hushed her up pressing a finger on her lips, “Marry me and there won’t be any need to thank me.”
Overtaken her own surprise, her fervent kiss sealed his proposal of marriage.

TBC

It was even better than Mionelicious!!! WOW!!! They're together!!! Love, baby and marriage!!! whatever can we ask? Oh yeah... PLEASE DON'T TRY TO KILL HER AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!
I know I'm reviewing late, I saw the update yesterday but I hadn't time to read... .. . It was so sweet... oh... I wonder if they're gonna tell Clark when he comes with Lana and the baby... wow!!! The baby's oncle will be younger than her!!! I know I promise I wouldn't insist you on update again but... PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE update soon (if you've time, of course).

Bye and kisses!!!

PS. I'm working on my Destiny fic... I'm not sure if I'll be able to post today, but surely tomorrow...

PART 24

Martha was nuzzled to him; a shining ring was on her ring-finger, her left arm was wrapped around her waist, while her right arm was resting on his chest. Beside her, Lionel was on his back. One of his hands joined hers on her waist, while the other one was caressing her hair so sweetly.
“When the tornado hit Smallville, a man opened Clark’s ship; a blinding light was emitted and I felt a strong energy overwhelm me… not so long later I was finally pregnant, it was…a miracle, and I know that energy made it possible.” Martha explained recalling those events in her mind, “And yet…when… when I lost…”
Lionel felt some tears falling on his chest and she quickly apologized, wiping away her tears.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to...” Lionel murmured, holding her closer.
“It’s alright,” she said, her voice sounding calmer, “when I lost the baby, I knew… I hadn’t any chance to conceive again after that blow and the miscarriage,” she continued choking back her tears, “but yesterday I felt that energy again… I don’t know what Clark did to heal me, but I think he didn’t only heal my injuries.”
Lionel was starting to understand; now it was starting to make sense.
“I have a second chance,” she whispered, “a second chance with you.”
Martha moved a little in his arms to look at him in the eyes. There wasn’t excitement not even happiness in them, instead she could almost swear there was some sort of angst. She couldn’t help but wonder one more time…
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” she asked uncertain, “If you…”
“Love makes people foolish, Martha, having a baby now would be…” he said suddenly, “…as wonderful as thoughtless.”
“I know how hard this will be, but we’ve always taken our decisions thinking about what people would think and what would happen since we’ve begun our relationship,” she said shaking her head, “for once in our life together, I want something for us, only for us…” she kept saying as their fingers interlocked, “…and if that’s egoistic, if it’s foolish… then I want to be so.”
Lionel took her chin and lifted his head up to kiss her. Such a delicious kiss.
“Don’t misunderstand me, sweetheart,” he murmured with an amused grin, “I swear there’s nothing I want more than making and growing many children with you.”
Martha looked at him with questioning eyes.
“I think seven would be fine.” Lionel added chuckling.
“Seven?!” Martha repeated with a shocked smile, “Well, if we want to make all these babies, it will be better to prepare my son.”
“Good idea, but I think he’ll kill me ages before you give birth to our first child.” He said sarcastically.
“Seriously I want to tell my son about us in the morning,” she decided, “but I think it will be easier for him if you won’t be here.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded and added, “And I think it’s better if he doesn’t see this ring right away.” She said hiding her engagement ring in a box in her drawer, “It will be enough difficult for him to accept we have a romantic relationship; wedding and babies projects would be too much to him right now.”
Lionel agreed with a nod and a smile. She sighed and rested her head on his chest; hearing his heartbeats and following the cadence of his breaths was all she needed in that moment.
Martha was asleep when he silently got up. So early in the morning he wore and zipped up his trouser, then headed to his coat and took his mobile phone. He dialed a number and waited an answer. As he got it, he looked at Martha peacefully sleeping beneath soft sheets and warm blankets and spoke to his mobile phone: “Meet me at my foundation in the morning, we need to talk.”
“How’s she?” Leo asked talking on the phone to his father.
“She’s fine, she is fine now…” Lionel answered with relief.
“So why do we have to meet at your foundation?” Leo asked.
Lionel ended the call without answering and sat next to her on the bed, holding the hand she was keeping on her stomach. If he had turned around in that exact instant, he would have seen someone else right there… because one moment Leo was standing next to the door peeping them with childish happiness, another moment he was gone and on the way to Suicide Slum, faster than wind as he could be.

It was morning; some bright sunrays lighted up her living room. She was very nervous thinking how to confess the truth about Lionel and her to her son. She was pacing her hall, biting her lips, rubbing her forehead and snorting heavily as the uncertainty was killing her.
She stopped suddenly to take long breaths and stroking her belly as she became nauseated. Was that caused by her agitation, or was that about something else, a precocious sign that conception had happened and she was actually pregnant? This thinking gave her few seconds of relaxing fantasies, but eventually she realized the first chance was the most probable at the moment.
The bell startled her.
She opened the door and found her family in front of her; Clark and Lana hugged her and kissed her cheeks in the same moment.
“Greet your grandma, Iris.” Clark said, waving his daughter’s hand.
To be honest Martha hadn’t got used to be called so yet, actually she thought she will never be, but… how could she resist to those little hands, those bright eyes and that pretty face?
“Look at her…she’s wonderful.” Martha said, taking her in her arms, “You’re so beautiful, yes, you are… a beautiful little girl.”
Lana closed the door and followed them inside.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t sleep here, Lana.” Clark said suddenly.
Martha, who was still rocking Iris in her arms, froze. Panic starting to take over her in a matter of instants. It was the moment to tell everything to her son.
“That’s what I meant to do if you didn’t pop up with Iris telling me you couldn’t look after her because there was an emergency.” Lana said.
“So?” Clark insisted.
“So I thought your mother needed to rest instead of hearing our daughter’s cry all night.” Lana explained.
“I guess so.” Clark mumbled frowning.
Lana glanced at Martha letting her understand how much she hated to lie to her own husband, so Martha nodded and smiled to thank her.
“You know, I saw you with Lionel Luthor,” Clark said suddenly.
Damn!, Martha cursed in her mind.
“…you couldn’t see me because I used super-speed,” Clark continued, “but I saw you two talking, when I came to the hospital to take Mom. What were you talking about?”
Martha sighed; he was talking to Lana, so she had a few more minutes to think how to confess the truth to her son.
“He was just really worried about your mother.” Lana explained shrugged, “I think he sincerely cares about her.”
Another glance. This time Martha understood Lana was trying to smooth the way to help her to tell the truth to her son.
“Clark, I’ve something to tell you…” Martha finally started.
“He only cares about himself and his money.” Clark said to Lana, ignoring his mother’s words, “He’s just a great bastard.”
“Clark!” Lana reproached him.
“Oh, please! Everyone knows he’s a murder!” Clark said angry, “He killed his own parents, he blackmailed my father… he’s a monster…and did you forget what he did to your friend Emily? And all his crimes against humanity? And look what he did to his own son, how he grew him! Men like him don’t change! Ever! ”
“STOP, PLEASE!” Martha exclaimed out of breath, “Stop…please.”
She wanted to tell him how much Lionel meant to her, how much they sincerly loved each other...he was changed, why didn't he understand it?
After few moments of complete silence, Clark’s mobile phone rang and he answered.
“My boss wants to see me.” Clark said after he ended the call, “I’m sorry, I have to go to the Daily Planet.”
He apologized, kissed his wife and daughter, then went to his mother and hugged her.
"We need to talk about what happened soon, Mom." Clark said, “Meanwhile…call me whenever you think you may be in danger and I’ll be there.”
Martha nodded.
“I know you trust Lionel,” he added, “but you are wrong about him.”
“I’m not, Clark…” she only said.
He left using his superpowers, totally unaware that he had just hurt his mother very deeply.
“Are you alright, Mom?” Lana asked taking Iris from her arms.
Martha pressed a hand against her mouth, her face grimaced as tears pooled in her eyes waiting her to break down.
“I’m…fine.” Martha said regaining control, “It’s just … I’m sorry…”
“Don’t worry, ok?” Lana comforted her, “If Lionel makes you so happy, if you love him so much… Clark will understand, he will accept it.”
“I hope so…” Martha said sad, “I love them both; I don’t want to have to choose between them.”

TBC

I know that was too long... LOL...I hope you didn't get too bored....

Any of your fanfics parts, even if it's long, can be boring!!! I loved this one!!! More over the begining when Martha cries remembering her miscarring... .. . I hope she'll be able to tell Clark about her relationship with Lionel soon... and that he doesn't take it too much bad... .. . And I wonder if what Lionel understands now is who Leo is... .. .
I hope you'll be able to post a new part soon... I'm working on mine right now

Kisses!

Do you believe it?

PART 25

Ten days after Martha’s failed attempt to tell the truth to her son, Clark didn’t know yet about them, but she had been able to meet and talk to him about what happened at least; more mass media – under Lionel’s pressure - were popularizing news informing people that doctors were wrong about senator Kent’s condition and she was recovering quickly in a private hospital, while she was actually carefully avoiding any public apparition since she was supposed to rally.
“I think you’re really beautiful…” Lionel said, looking at her.
Hearing his voice, Martha instantly looked up and found him, back against the wall and arms folded. She was sitting on her sofa reading a novel, only wearing one of his shirt, so he had an amazing view of her long legs.
“How long have you been here?” Martha asked surprised, closing the book.
“A few minutes.” He answered.
She stood up but was stopped by a fervent kiss on her mouth before she could wrap her arms around him.
As she kissed him back with passion, she took her hands to his shoulder and he pressed her body against his, cupping her bottom to lift her up.
Realizing he was keeping her few steps upper than the ground, she giggled and held him tighter.
“You fill my heart with so much… joy and affection.” He said, smiling and looking up at her.
She caressed his face sweetly, leaned down to kiss him and pressed her forehead against his.

“Thank you.” Clark said, “You saved my mother’s life.”
“You first saved my life.” Fine said.
“So it’s only our blood the reason we have these powers.”
“Our blood, our skin, our heart… every part of our bodies gives us these abilities.”
“Two Kryptonians,” Clark said, “I thought I was the only one, instead you, that boy…”
“…and many more.” Fine said.
“I have to get used to the idea. Anyway…” Clark said, “who was that boy?”
“A mutual enemy.” Fine said taking this unexpected chance, “I’ve been fighting him for so long, but I can’t defeat him… not alone.”

Lionel was on the couch close to Martha, who was still sleeping. He was on his left side, his right arm wrapped around her waist. He was watching her sleeping as he had done many times before.
Few minutes later when some sunbeams hit her face, she grimaced and yawned.
“You look tired…” Lionel said, caressing her cheek as she opened his eyes.
She shyly smiled and lightly blushed, “Yes, I am…I’m really, really tired.”
Lionel frowned unable to understand why she turned red because of that.
“…and I feel nauseous, my breasts are tender and, to be completely honest, I have major mood swings.” she added waiting for his reaction.
His lips parted.
He was shocked, he was confused…he was surprised.
“So you’re…” Lionel started.
“It’s not sure yet,” Martha stated; tears suddenly pooling in her eyes “but…for what it’s worth, I feel it … so irrationally, yes, I’m sure I am pregnant.” She rolled her eyes and wiped away her tears, “Stupid, stupid hormones…”
“Martha…”
“Yeah?”
“For what it’s worth…” Lionel said, kissing the tip of her nose, “…I believe you’re really pregnant.”
Martha smiled and sighed with a dreaming look.

Lionel knocked twice at the door of the apartment above the Talon without getting any answer before he decided to come in anyway.
“So pitiful.” Lionel commented, noticing Leo on the floor.
The room was a mess; empty bottles were scattered anywhere to worsen the sharp smoke smell. He approached the boy and kneeled down quietly observing him. Leo was mumbling in sleep, but Lionel got only three words… ‘dead’, ‘sorry’ and ‘Nadra’.
Lionel had no idea about what that could mean, but he saw tears sliding down the boy’s cheeks.
“Alright, wake up, boy… Wake up!”
Leo blinked forcing himself to open his eyes.
“We had to meet ten days ago.” Lionel scolded him.
“And so? You’re not my boss anymore, Lionel Luthor,” Leo said standing up fierily, “and what the hell are you doing here?”
“I make sure you don’t kill yourself.” Lionel said, handing him a bottle of fresh water, “Will you tell me what happened?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Who’s Nadra?” Lionel asked, pretending to be not very interested, “Your girlfriend?”
Leo looked at him with a lost look and suddenly threw up on Lionel’s shoes.

Ten minutes later Lionel was still cleaning his shoes, clearly annoyed.
“I need a Bloody Mary...” Leo said collapsing on his bed.
“No, you need a psychoanalyst.” Lionel corrected him, “Did you actually spend more than a week drinking because of this bloody Nadra?”
“She’s none of your business, stop asking about her.” Leo said firmly.
Lionel neared the boy, thinking if changing his approach to the boy could make the difference in their complicated relationship.
“In my life I found myself face to face with death so many times, but I always had a lucky escape… always.” Lionel started.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“You put your body before me knowing that a kryptonite bullet could kill you in that car park,” Lionel continued, “you can’t hate me as much as you pretend to do if you are ready to sacrifice your life to save me.”
Leo wasn’t looking at his father, but Lionel could see the boy frowning.
“I’m sorry it took me so long to understand it,” Lionel added, “but now I understand.”
Leo suddenly looked at him.
“And I... thank you for everything.” Lionel said, “When you’ll be ready, call me. We need to talk about…Martha.”

TBC

WHAT DID HE UNDERSTAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????????????????????????

This was great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm very happy you finally found your inspiration to continue the story!!!! I love your new avatar!!!! And I found your fic on fanfiction... you should update it on there... you left it on chapter 4 and people must be dying to read more

I really can't imagine you've finally update it!!! WoW!!! I couldn't be happier, you really made my day today!!! and this chapter... GOd!!! Martha and Lionel are so cute together!!! I hope Clark won't get too mad after find out his mother's going to give him a brother... with Lionel... and younger than his own daughter XD

Well... I'd really love if you update soon... but take your time...

Take care and a LOT of inspiration!!!!