Drinks in the Library - RP for mom_of_steel

[hell_of_heaven]

The library. Lionel's refuge from abuse as a child, and his kingdom as an adult - every book specifically selected, read, and analyzed. He can quote much of them from memory, these beautiful tomes, many valuable early editions, some simply practical copies littered with his own notes and observations. They are, in many ways, his greatest fortune.

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[mom_of_steel]

The nice thing about being around Lionel, for Martha, is that she doesn't need to worry about what she's wearing. She shows up a little after nine wearing exactly what she had worn to work that day - blouse, skirt, heels - and for all he knows, she's wearing an expensive cocktail dress. Or sweatpants. She likes that she gets to be somewhat mysterious in his presence.

"Yes, it's me," she says quietly, hoping not to draw any attention to the library. This rendez-vous is entirely innocent, of course, but that wouldn't stop Lex from snooping around, asking questions, and even telling Clark.

She steps into the room and spots him. "Why do I feel as if we're engaging in some sort of covert operation?" She asks, with a smile he can't see, putting her purse down and moving to sit beside him. "It's a tiny bit thrilling in all honesty."

[hell_of_heaven]

Despite the lack of visual information, there's still a distinct presence he can feel whenever she's in the room... Perhaps it's perfume, perhaps the sound of her footsteps, but he always finds himself relaxing when he knows she's near. He'd despised his previous assistants - each and every one had made him feel like an incompetent invalid - but Martha... there's just something about her.

"In a way it is," he says. "A covert operation, I mean. Lex does tend to disapprove of anyone having any fun... And you're 'dropping off paperwork', I assume?"

[mom_of_steel]

She pulls a manila folder out of her bag and drops it on the counter. "Copies I made of some old files you already have."

She looks around the room, wishing she hadn't sat so close to him. She always forgets about the magnetism between them when they're apart.

"By the way, we're not technically having fun yet, so he'll have trouble sniffing us out.

[hell_of_heaven]

"Not having fun?" Lionel asks, carefully taking the brandy bottle in both hands. "Well, I did promise you some very expensive alcohol that would otherwise waste away in my cellars... What's your poison?"