Snuggle!fic #1 - for criminal_issues
>>You kids are amazing, my flist is filled with snuggle!fics. Some Friday night you all had! Anyway, here's my first contribution, set in some AU - AU wherein Martha is not pregnant and therefore can get horribly, horribly drunk.
“I hate love.”
Normally, that statement is the last thing Martha Kent would ever laugh at, but now, with a half-empty Cosmopolitan in hand, she giggles up a storm. Devon frowns, glancing around self-consciously as everyone in the bar turns to stare at them, but her laughter is too infectious for him not to join in, albeit reluctantly.
“This isn’t funny,” Devon says, laughing into his glass.
“The hell it isn’t.” Martha holds her glass up high, as if to toast something, spilling a few precious ounces of her drink in the precious. “Whoops. Sorry, Cosmo.”
Devon raised an eyebrow, placing his empty glass on the counter and waving the bartender over. “Did you just talk to your drink? Did you seriously just like, speak words to your Cosmo?” A pause. “Forget that, did you just say ‘whoops’?”
“Yep,” she replied happily. “You betcha, baby.”
“Holy crap, I’m at a bar with June Cleaver.”
There’s a long, heaving sigh and within seconds, Devon head is on the counter next to his drink. Martha puts hers down beside it and lifts him up to look at her. “Hey. You. Love is love, okay? It’s not any more, it’s not any less. You roll with the punches, you take as they come. It’s not all hearts and roses…or flowers or however the saying goes.” Devon merely blinks at her. “So stop your belly-achin’, talk to Sam, and then go have makeup sex, all right?”
Devon nods obediently as Martha pulls him into a tight hug. “I may be thoroughly wasted,” she says in his ear. “But I know love. Backwards and forwards. And every other ‘wards. So you listen to me, okay?”
It’s another moment before she lets him pull away, but when she does, he nods again. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Martha.”
“Good.” She nods curtly. “Now. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You stay here and get me another drink, okay?” She slides off the stool as she speaks - and slides right onto the floor, before looking up at him sheepishly. “Whoops.”
“I hate love.”
Normally, that statement is the last thing Martha Kent would ever laugh at, but now, with a half-empty Cosmopolitan in hand, she giggles up a storm. Devon frowns, glancing around self-consciously as everyone in the bar turns to stare at them, but her laughter is too infectious for him not to join in, albeit reluctantly.
“This isn’t funny,” Devon says, laughing into his glass.
“The hell it isn’t.” Martha holds her glass up high, as if to toast something, spilling a few precious ounces of her drink in the precious. “Whoops. Sorry, Cosmo.”
Devon raised an eyebrow, placing his empty glass on the counter and waving the bartender over. “Did you just talk to your drink? Did you seriously just like, speak words to your Cosmo?” A pause. “Forget that, did you just say ‘whoops’?”
“Yep,” she replied happily. “You betcha, baby.”
“Holy crap, I’m at a bar with June Cleaver.”
There’s a long, heaving sigh and within seconds, Devon head is on the counter next to his drink. Martha puts hers down beside it and lifts him up to look at her. “Hey. You. Love is love, okay? It’s not any more, it’s not any less. You roll with the punches, you take as they come. It’s not all hearts and roses…or flowers or however the saying goes.” Devon merely blinks at her. “So stop your belly-achin’, talk to Sam, and then go have makeup sex, all right?”
Devon nods obediently as Martha pulls him into a tight hug. “I may be thoroughly wasted,” she says in his ear. “But I know love. Backwards and forwards. And every other ‘wards. So you listen to me, okay?”
It’s another moment before she lets him pull away, but when she does, he nods again. “Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Martha.”
“Good.” She nods curtly. “Now. I’m going to go to the bathroom. You stay here and get me another drink, okay?” She slides off the stool as she speaks - and slides right onto the floor, before looking up at him sheepishly. “Whoops.”