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Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2011-09-27 23:01:00

Entry tags:

clark kent/superman, darcy rhone

WHO: Darcy Rhone & Clark Kent
WHAT: Keeping one another distracted from grief
WHEN: Tonight
WHERE: Clark's apartment
RATING: PG if not PG-13, probably just for language
STATUS: In Progress

Once she'd gotten the go ahead from Florence and Jo was in safe care that Darcy completely trusted, Darcy packed a few outfits into a bag, most of them dirty and in need of laundering — she'd get to that tomorrow — and shoved her toiletries in along with them. Clark needed a distraction from his pain and Darcy needed Clark. She wasn't, of course, going to tell him that when she was meant to be his support system tonight, but it was true.

Kon's death had put a lot of things into perspective for Darcy when she'd found out. She was an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things. Sitting back and waiting, being coy and manipulative...those days were over. Kon was half Darcy's age, nearly, from what she could tell; if he, with his super powers and determination, could die so young, Darcy needed to stop moping, stop wishing, wanting, and waiting around; Darcy needed to start living. She'd made the first bold move of her lifetime by telling Clark that she liked him. Normally, the men came flocking to her. She had never had to put herself on there and hope that she was requited. The only other time she'd done it was with Dex and even then...

"Ask Rachel on a date."

"Darcy! We're just friends."

"Fine. Ask me on a date."

Darcy had, earlier in the week, broken down and watched Something Borrowed, as a punishing sort of reminder that she had promised Ethan she would change and she meant to. Now it was time to stop waiting for it to happen and to just do it. After that, she'd read Something Blue all by herself, ignoring the Doctor's advice, because she hadn't heard back from Trish on it and, well...she needed to know about the boys. By the time she finished, Darcy had had a new outlook on life. She was still scared to be a mother and she'd still been scared to tell Clark how she felt, but on the bright side, she knew the boys would be born normal and healthy, Clark had told her he'd liked her, too, and Ethan hadn't turned out to be so bad, after all. By now, Darcy had the names of her babies already picked out and with Clark's blessing to use Kon's name — well, Conner, anyway — she felt accomplished and ready to start a new life. In the middle of the Apocalypse; in Lawrence, fucking Kansas, New Darcy was about to emerge.

Clark had come to the Roadhouse to see her back to the complex safely after Florence had taken Jo and, even though she'd been there the night before, Darcy felt oddly nervous and uncomfortable as soon as she walked in the door. The room was the same; the company wasn't. Jo had been a small, sleeping buffer zone that Darcy had felt safe with. She didn't fear Clark...she worried about how things would be when it was just the two of them, especially since both of them were hurting over the loss of Kon so much. Emotions would be confused and high, she was sure, because already, while half of her wanted nothing more than to curl up in his arms and cry and then return him the favor, the other half of her wanted so badly to kiss him and have him hold her and forget completely about the fact that his little brother had been murdered by an alternate version of Clark himself. This...would be interesting.

Standing awkwardly just inside the doorway, Darcy rested her hand on her stomach and found herself looking around as though she'd never been there before. Chewing her bottom lip, she finally spoke, trying to sound more confident and cool than she felt on the inside. "How do we want to do the, like, sleeping arrangements tonight...?" she asked, looking up at him and all at once feeling petite and content as well as small and insignificant. The night before, Clark had taken the couch while Jo and Darcy had taken his bed. She wondered if he would do the same tonight and she'd be left in his bed alone. Every bed, now, felt too big; too empty since Dexter and Marcus had left. It was why she'd talked Ethan into letting her sleep in his bed with him every night. Even her own bed felt too big and cold and lonely, never mind how Clark's would feel without him in it, now that it was just the two of them.

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whenyouseered
2011-10-09 11:04 pm UTC (link)

Clark found that he wasn't a fan of sitting there and watching Darcy put herself down just because she was pregnant. Plenty of women got pregnant. It wasn't like this was all some big unknown for all of mankind. For Clark, maybe, because he wasn't used to being around someone that was pregnant, but not for the world in itself. Clark didn't think she looked like a cow at all and the fact that she was so easily calling herself one didn't really feel okay to him. “I know cows,” Clark pointed out, “raised on a farm, remember? I worked on the fields with them just as often as my dad did. I can tell you right now, Darcy Rhone, you are no cow.” He tried for a light, playful grin at that, as to keep himself from looking like more of a geek than he figured he already sounded. “I think you're pregnant. You're also extremely beautiful and, every time I hear you say otherwise, I'm just going to have to point it out to you over and over again until you get the picture.”

He had hoped that bringing up Jor-El would mostly fly over Darcy's head as a silly name she wouldn't think on too heavily, but she had taken the name in curiously. Not that it was a bad thing, it was just something that Clark hadn't exactly expected her to ask him about right then and there. He shrugged, then looked down at his hands thoughtfully. “Jor-El is my birth father,” he explained carefully, “he – before my planet was destroyed, he and my mother sent me away in a spaceship to earth. I never really got to know him, outside of the memory construct he built himself into.” Everyone had died. His parents, the people he might have been able to grow up with, the world that he'd never get to know. It was all gone, all because another race of beings had become so envious of their scientific advancements that they had decided they didn't want Krypton to exist anymore. They had wanted to be on top. The Kryptonians had prevented them from doing so and now they were all gone. Every last one of them, except for Clark. Krypton's last son.

Then the world had seen it fit to clone Clark with Lex Luthor. Kon had been created and for the first time ever, Clark had someone that he had been able to relate to. No longer was he the outsider looking in, trying to fit in with humans, trying to figure out just how he worked in a world that he was very much alien to. Kon had made everything better. Kon...

Clark didn't want to think about all that right now. He got up, helped Darcy into the kitchen, and started digging around inside of his cabinets for his tea kettle. Once he located it, Clark set it onto the counter and turned around. “Thank you for doing this,” Clark said again, “for coming out here tonight. You didn't have to and I'm sorry if I'm being a total pain, but...it's nice. Not having to sit through this alone. Gives me something more to do than sit on that couch and sulk with you here.” Clark stepped away from the counter and pulled out one of the chairs from underneath the kitchen table. He scooted it out, that way Darcy could sit while he got everything together. Apparently, in Clark's mind, Darcy making tea and him helping was actually Clark making tea and Darcy watching.

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total_milf
2011-10-09 11:28 pm UTC (link)

Darcy opened her mouth to protest to Clark's insistence but then she froze, save her jaw snapping shut again as she looked back at him. The wistful smile had gone and her eyes were prickling again, threatening tears. This time, at least, they were happy ones. "You really think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

She hadn't been told she was beautiful in a long time. Dexter had stopped saying it when the honeymoon phase of their courtship had been over with, seven years ago. She'd been called a lot of things from gorgeous to sexy and back again, but...it had been too close to a decade for Darcy's taste, since the last time someone had called her beautiful. It took a conscious effort for her to bite her tongue against tacking on, "even looking like this?" and making a gesture toward her stomach, but she was proud of herself for managing it.

A ghost of a smile slid over Darcy's lips. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, down low toward the corner of his mouth, and paused for a moment there. "I haven't heard that in nearly seven years; I hope you mean that," she whispered before pulling back to look him in the eye.

When Clark explained that Jor-El was his birth father, Darcy braced herself to hear things that one wouldn't normally hear when getting to know someone. Things like my planet, for example. It was going to take some getting used to, she was sure, but she'd learn. "I'm sorry," she said sincerely, once he'd finished his story. It was sad, she thought, that the only memories Clark had of his parents were some manufactured ones of his father.

"I wanted to, Clark; don't thank me," Darcy insisted as she leaned herself against the counter and watched him pulling out the accouterments of tea-making — some of which, she realized with a warming feeling, was hers left here the previous night. "You're not being a pain. I like spending time with you. I want to be here for you," she went on, insisting. She opened her mouth to continue when she noticed that Clark was pulling out a chair and, in spite of herself, Darcy laughed. "What are you doing?" she asked, grinning. "Are you making the tea when I said I would make tea?"

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whenyouseered
2011-10-10 04:55 am UTC (link)

She seemed surprised that anyone, let alone him, could call her beautiful. It made Clark wonder what kind of world she had come from, where the people that she cared for couldn't stop and tell her what he knew to be true. She was beautiful. It didn't matter that she was pregnant. There was something about her smile and the way she wore her hair and all the little things that she said to Clark, ranging from when he was upset to the jokes that they share, that made her seem like the most beautiful person in the world to him. To think that other people couldn't see that, or at least wouldn't acknowledge it every now and again, infuriated him. “Of course I really think you're beautiful,” Clark insisted, shifting over to look at her more closely. “I'd be crazy not to.”

Then she kissed him. Not on the mouth, no, but close. His heart skipped a beat and his entire body froze, then proceeded to melt. She was beautiful. He wanted to say it again. Clark wanted to tell her, then kiss her back. He wanted to show her how beautiful he thought she was.

He didn't. It was an emotional response. Too emotional. With everything that he was feeling now, mixed between grief and uncertainty, Clark didn't want to risk making things awkward with Darcy by taking that step. She might have ended up believing that he didn't mean it if he did. That if he had kissed her right then and there, that it was because he was upset and needed it for comfort, rather than anything else. Reaching up, Clark tugged at the collar of his shirt nervously. No kissing. That would be bad. “I did! I mean, I do. I do mean it. You are.” He turned back to search for the tea, face going red.

Tea second in line on the location front, Clark set it up beside the kettle and shot Darcy an amused look at her insistence that she was okay with being there with him right now. That look broadened just a little at her comment on the sudden turnabout as far as tea making was concerned. “Yup. I appear to be stealing your idea, Darcy. I'm making the tea.” He nodded to the chair. “Sit. Relax. You probably shouldn't be on your feet so much anyway, right?”

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total_milf
2011-10-10 05:46 am UTC (link)

Part of Darcy wanted to cry again. Clark insisted that he really thought she was beautiful, and not only that, but the way he'd said it — like it was common knowledge or something — made her all but melt right then and there. Darcy, for the first time in she couldn't actually remember how long, was rendered completely speechless.

For a second, Darcy thought he was going to kiss her and her heart fluttered in anticipation. When he didn't, though, her disappointment was softened significantly by Clark's body language. He looked...nervous. He looked like she felt. Clark stumbled his way through his response to her and turned away quickly, eliciting a bright smile that he completely missed upon its first appearance.

The smile widened even more and she had to ignore the tiny bit of guilt tugging at her, telling her it wasn't okay to smile that much; it wasn't okay to laugh, because they were supposed to be planning a funeral, not flirting. But, really, she'd come over to make Clark feel better, hadn't she? And she seemed to be unintentionally succeeding, didn't she? "Idea thief," she teased in a low voice as she attempted — and failed — to make her expression a serious one of disapproval.

With a little bit of hesitation, Darcy sat down in the chair. "I'm pregnant, Clark, not an invalid," she pointed out, although he wasn't exactly wrong. She probably shouldn't have been on her feet as much as she had been in the past few days. Darcy decided that these boys were it; no more, because being pregnant and chasing after Jo had been a little too much and Darcy didn't want a years long repeat. Her mind might change, she thought, under the right circumstances, but for now...Ethan and Sammy were the first and last of their kind as far as she was concerned.

Darcy wanted to keep the mood light. She hadn't seen Clark smile in days until tonight and she didn't want to lose that momentum. "You look sexy being all domestic, you know," she blurted out while trying to figure out a more playful way of saying that very thing. But, once it was said, it was said and so rather than look like the deer in headlights she felt she was being, Darcy gave a coy smirk and cocked her eyebrows just once before the smirk softened into another genuine smile.

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