Fic: Princess
Title: Princess
Rating: PG
Warning: Hints of underage, I don’t like Lana.
Spoilers: S1 “Cool”
Summary: Nell gives Lana the party she wanted for her sixteenth birthday. She gets a visitor.
Word Count: 1482
Lana sighed heavily, looking around the room at all of her friends eating pizza and watching one of the movies her aunt had bought for her, at her request. She looked to the door wistfully, half hoping there would be a little… she didn’t know. A little more? This was her sweet sixteen, after all.
Of course, at first her aunt had originally wanted to throw her a big party. She’d even asked Lex Luthor to use his mansion to host the party. There would have been a huge cake and catering… but after Lana’s first dozen or so protests, Nell had actually agreed to let Lana have a small party with her friends.
So here she was, with Whitney’s arm around her, her friends giggling with one another as they watched the movie. Later there would still be cake, but this one had been made by Nell herself in between shifts at the flower shop, instead of special ordered from a catering company in Metropolis.
Lana gave another dramatic sigh and fingered her necklace. This birthday would have been so much better if her parents were alive.
***
Nell sat in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the cake. She could hear the giggling out in the sitting room, so she hoped that Lana was enjoying this. She herself had been a cheerleader, but not really as popular as Lana had been, and Nell’s parents hadn’t been able to give her and Laura all of the things that she had given to Lana.
Ever since the meteor shower, Nell had been putting her life on hold, bowing to the whims of this unexpected child who, though she had adopted her at three years old, had never come to call her mother, only ‘Aunt’ or ‘Nell.’ She had garnered quite a bit of sympathy from some at first, then scorn for not providing Lana with a proper father figure to provide for them both. It was difficult because every time she thought she might find someone, Lana seemed to disapprove. Nell wished she could find a medium to keep them both happy.
She walked over to the sink to wash off her hands. A pair of strong but slender arms slipped around her waist.
“Lex,” Nell whispered harshly. Lex ignored her and began to suck the icing off of her finger. She smiled, blushing slightly and looked over Lex’s shoulder to the kids in the other room.
“They won’t hear us,” Lex assured her in a deep voice. Nell closed her eyes and bit her lip, leaning back on the sink as Lex took her fingers into his delicate mouth again. She was certain there was a magic power in those curvy, androgynous lips.
When he was finished with her fingers, he pressed his lips to hers, brushing against them gently at first. Then his tongue slipped against her bottom lip, which he drew into his mouth to suck on gently as his hands drifted over her hips, the backs of her thighs. She moaned softly.
“I want to touch you all over,” she breathed. Lex pulled back with a smirk.
“I think we need a little rendez vous. Alone. Regarding your business, of course. I can have a dinner set up at the castle.” His lips curved and smirked flirtatiously.
Nell smoothed her hands over Lex’s chest. His lavender sweater made his tight little muscles quite available. “Well, I believe I agree.”
“Aunt Nell?”
The two of them turned towards the kitchen doorway where Lana stood frowning. She couldn’t have seen anything from that angle, unless she had been standing there long enough to see the kiss.
“Did you need something, sweetheart? I was trying to stay out of your way,” she told her niece.
“Yeah, we’re out of drinks. Um.” Lana’s voice was touched with nervous laughter. “Hi, Lex. What brings you out here?”
“Had a bit of business to talk over with your Aunt,” Lex lied smoothly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Then I thought I might keep her company out here in the kitchen.”
He turned his head and pressed his lips together. “You know, us old folks don’t really belong at the party.”
Nell chuckled. “Old man.”
Lex tilted his head. Lana’s expression flattened out.
“You’re welcome to join us,” she said walking over to the refrigerator to grab some more six-packs of soda.
“Looks like a happening party, but… I’ll pass.”
She nodded. “Well, see you later.”
Lana walked out of the kitchen, pursing her lips as she looked back once, then sighing as she rejoined the party.
“Your little princess doesn’t seem to be enjoying her party,” Lex commented, looking at Nell with a raised brow.
“I don’t know. I tried to give her a big party and she said no, and I give her what she asked for and she seems disappointed. I can’t seem to do anything right with her.” Nell sighed and drew a piece of hair behind her ear.
“I think you’d look gorgeous with longer hair,” Lex muttered, threading his fingers through the hair on the side of her face. “And believe me, it hasn’t been that long since I was her age. Nothing satisfies when you’re sixteen.”
“You had it a lot harder than she did at sixteen,” Nell pointed out, knowing that outside of this kitchen, most folks in town would have a hard time believing the statement. “You don’t think it would make me look too boring?”
“This haircut sort of makes you look more like Martha, which is a little… creepy. Since she reminds me of my mother at times.”
”And I don’t?”
“…You’re different. You’re…” He paused, raking his eyes over her form. His finger traced her cheekbone. “Striking. Sexual. Selfless.”
“Martha does charities, gives back to the community…” Nell shook her head. “I’m hardly selfless.”
“She does it for praise. Martha Kent likes feeling as though she’s a part of the community, and people give her more than adequate attention for her charities. Especially since her effort could be better put to use keeping the farm afloat. Good works done out of vanity are as empty as any other action.” Lex looked out at the party. “You’ve given up your self for an ungrateful child, an action which you haven’t gotten a lot of credit for around town, unless I’ve misheard people.”
“You’re too kind.” Nell shrugged. She was a businesswoman, first and foremost. She wasn’t surprised if Lana couldn’t bond with her, though Nell had done everything in her power to try. “Though I won’t disagree with your assessment of Martha.”
“Jonathan Kent needs a wife he can control. Who needs a man more than she needs her independence. That’s why he’d choose her over you. If you were curious. I’m not suggesting Martha doesn’t have a mind of her own. She does. But when push comes to shove, she’ll bow to her husband,” Lex said dispassionately. “She also occasionally looks like a fish.”
Nell looked up at him. Scanned down his vulnerable bald head, his slender neck. He had always been such a smart child. She remembered seeing him at sixteen. All observation and intensity. He’d dropped that bony eighteen-year-old he’d been skinny-dipping with in order to chat with her during their time at the Luthor mansion in Metropolis. Then later, when Lana had been preoccupied, introduced Nell to the hot tub. Lex had always been attracted to older women. Back then, Nell had behaved herself.
“Come to my castle anytime, Eleanor.” Lex lifted and kissed her hand, as though she were royalty. “I can do a bit better than pizza. Might even play you a song.”
He mimed playing the piano. Nell grinned. Lex had always been shy about showing off his musical skills, though not with her.
“I might take you up on that,” Nell purred, walking him out the kitchen door. They stood on the steps for several more minutes, simply looking at one another, before Nell squeezed his ass and shooed him on. “I have to watch over the kids. Whitney will go as far as he can get with Lana, so I have to make sure he can’t get far. Later.”
Lex walked backwards to his car. “The wait makes the taste all the more fine.”
Nell giggled, holding her arms. “Oh, go on already.”
“I’m going.” He hopped over the side of his convertible.
Nell watched him peel out and then walked back inside the house to watch her niece being coaxed out of her sulky mood by her boyfriend, who assured Lana that her aunt was a witch and than conversely she was a poor, put-upon princess. She put her fingers in her mouth, tasting the remaining sweetness and hoping for a lingering flavor of that young man, the only person in the world right now who made her feel appreciated and special.
Rating: PG
Warning: Hints of underage, I don’t like Lana.
Spoilers: S1 “Cool”
Summary: Nell gives Lana the party she wanted for her sixteenth birthday. She gets a visitor.
Word Count: 1482
Lana sighed heavily, looking around the room at all of her friends eating pizza and watching one of the movies her aunt had bought for her, at her request. She looked to the door wistfully, half hoping there would be a little… she didn’t know. A little more? This was her sweet sixteen, after all.
Of course, at first her aunt had originally wanted to throw her a big party. She’d even asked Lex Luthor to use his mansion to host the party. There would have been a huge cake and catering… but after Lana’s first dozen or so protests, Nell had actually agreed to let Lana have a small party with her friends.
So here she was, with Whitney’s arm around her, her friends giggling with one another as they watched the movie. Later there would still be cake, but this one had been made by Nell herself in between shifts at the flower shop, instead of special ordered from a catering company in Metropolis.
Lana gave another dramatic sigh and fingered her necklace. This birthday would have been so much better if her parents were alive.
***
Nell sat in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on the cake. She could hear the giggling out in the sitting room, so she hoped that Lana was enjoying this. She herself had been a cheerleader, but not really as popular as Lana had been, and Nell’s parents hadn’t been able to give her and Laura all of the things that she had given to Lana.
Ever since the meteor shower, Nell had been putting her life on hold, bowing to the whims of this unexpected child who, though she had adopted her at three years old, had never come to call her mother, only ‘Aunt’ or ‘Nell.’ She had garnered quite a bit of sympathy from some at first, then scorn for not providing Lana with a proper father figure to provide for them both. It was difficult because every time she thought she might find someone, Lana seemed to disapprove. Nell wished she could find a medium to keep them both happy.
She walked over to the sink to wash off her hands. A pair of strong but slender arms slipped around her waist.
“Lex,” Nell whispered harshly. Lex ignored her and began to suck the icing off of her finger. She smiled, blushing slightly and looked over Lex’s shoulder to the kids in the other room.
“They won’t hear us,” Lex assured her in a deep voice. Nell closed her eyes and bit her lip, leaning back on the sink as Lex took her fingers into his delicate mouth again. She was certain there was a magic power in those curvy, androgynous lips.
When he was finished with her fingers, he pressed his lips to hers, brushing against them gently at first. Then his tongue slipped against her bottom lip, which he drew into his mouth to suck on gently as his hands drifted over her hips, the backs of her thighs. She moaned softly.
“I want to touch you all over,” she breathed. Lex pulled back with a smirk.
“I think we need a little rendez vous. Alone. Regarding your business, of course. I can have a dinner set up at the castle.” His lips curved and smirked flirtatiously.
Nell smoothed her hands over Lex’s chest. His lavender sweater made his tight little muscles quite available. “Well, I believe I agree.”
“Aunt Nell?”
The two of them turned towards the kitchen doorway where Lana stood frowning. She couldn’t have seen anything from that angle, unless she had been standing there long enough to see the kiss.
“Did you need something, sweetheart? I was trying to stay out of your way,” she told her niece.
“Yeah, we’re out of drinks. Um.” Lana’s voice was touched with nervous laughter. “Hi, Lex. What brings you out here?”
“Had a bit of business to talk over with your Aunt,” Lex lied smoothly, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Then I thought I might keep her company out here in the kitchen.”
He turned his head and pressed his lips together. “You know, us old folks don’t really belong at the party.”
Nell chuckled. “Old man.”
Lex tilted his head. Lana’s expression flattened out.
“You’re welcome to join us,” she said walking over to the refrigerator to grab some more six-packs of soda.
“Looks like a happening party, but… I’ll pass.”
She nodded. “Well, see you later.”
Lana walked out of the kitchen, pursing her lips as she looked back once, then sighing as she rejoined the party.
“Your little princess doesn’t seem to be enjoying her party,” Lex commented, looking at Nell with a raised brow.
“I don’t know. I tried to give her a big party and she said no, and I give her what she asked for and she seems disappointed. I can’t seem to do anything right with her.” Nell sighed and drew a piece of hair behind her ear.
“I think you’d look gorgeous with longer hair,” Lex muttered, threading his fingers through the hair on the side of her face. “And believe me, it hasn’t been that long since I was her age. Nothing satisfies when you’re sixteen.”
“You had it a lot harder than she did at sixteen,” Nell pointed out, knowing that outside of this kitchen, most folks in town would have a hard time believing the statement. “You don’t think it would make me look too boring?”
“This haircut sort of makes you look more like Martha, which is a little… creepy. Since she reminds me of my mother at times.”
”And I don’t?”
“…You’re different. You’re…” He paused, raking his eyes over her form. His finger traced her cheekbone. “Striking. Sexual. Selfless.”
“Martha does charities, gives back to the community…” Nell shook her head. “I’m hardly selfless.”
“She does it for praise. Martha Kent likes feeling as though she’s a part of the community, and people give her more than adequate attention for her charities. Especially since her effort could be better put to use keeping the farm afloat. Good works done out of vanity are as empty as any other action.” Lex looked out at the party. “You’ve given up your self for an ungrateful child, an action which you haven’t gotten a lot of credit for around town, unless I’ve misheard people.”
“You’re too kind.” Nell shrugged. She was a businesswoman, first and foremost. She wasn’t surprised if Lana couldn’t bond with her, though Nell had done everything in her power to try. “Though I won’t disagree with your assessment of Martha.”
“Jonathan Kent needs a wife he can control. Who needs a man more than she needs her independence. That’s why he’d choose her over you. If you were curious. I’m not suggesting Martha doesn’t have a mind of her own. She does. But when push comes to shove, she’ll bow to her husband,” Lex said dispassionately. “She also occasionally looks like a fish.”
Nell looked up at him. Scanned down his vulnerable bald head, his slender neck. He had always been such a smart child. She remembered seeing him at sixteen. All observation and intensity. He’d dropped that bony eighteen-year-old he’d been skinny-dipping with in order to chat with her during their time at the Luthor mansion in Metropolis. Then later, when Lana had been preoccupied, introduced Nell to the hot tub. Lex had always been attracted to older women. Back then, Nell had behaved herself.
“Come to my castle anytime, Eleanor.” Lex lifted and kissed her hand, as though she were royalty. “I can do a bit better than pizza. Might even play you a song.”
He mimed playing the piano. Nell grinned. Lex had always been shy about showing off his musical skills, though not with her.
“I might take you up on that,” Nell purred, walking him out the kitchen door. They stood on the steps for several more minutes, simply looking at one another, before Nell squeezed his ass and shooed him on. “I have to watch over the kids. Whitney will go as far as he can get with Lana, so I have to make sure he can’t get far. Later.”
Lex walked backwards to his car. “The wait makes the taste all the more fine.”
Nell giggled, holding her arms. “Oh, go on already.”
“I’m going.” He hopped over the side of his convertible.
Nell watched him peel out and then walked back inside the house to watch her niece being coaxed out of her sulky mood by her boyfriend, who assured Lana that her aunt was a witch and than conversely she was a poor, put-upon princess. She put her fingers in her mouth, tasting the remaining sweetness and hoping for a lingering flavor of that young man, the only person in the world right now who made her feel appreciated and special.