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The Truth About Men and Women 56/74


Author: Phoenixnz
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romcom,Drama, movie knock-off, AU
Rating: R (for innuendo, although there may be smut later)
Pairing: Clark Luthor/Lois Lane
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, not even the AU ones, or the movie this one is based on. Some situations from the movie The Ugly Truth are borrowed for effect, but with a Smallville spin on them.
Feedback: Yes please
Art: dream_infinity0

Summary: Lois Lane is a dedicated journalist. So dedicated in fact that she has trouble with relationships. She is mortified when cable show host and womaniser Clark Luthor joins the Daily Planet as a columnist and he begins teaching her the truth about male/female relationships. From his angle anyway.


Previously


Chapter Fifty-Six


Clark couldn’t help worrying about Lois as he drove them home to his apartment. He didn’t want to be accused of being over-protective, but she did seem to have a way of landing herself deep into precarious situations. Still, that was what made Lois, well, Lois, he thought. She just wasn’t the type to stand back and do nothing, not if there was something she could do about it.

Trask was about to get a one-way trip to whatever passed for maximum security for former DDS agents. At least, Clark hoped so. The trouble with these particular government agencies was that they usually saw mental instability as an advantage in many ways. Although if even someone like Amanda Waller wouldn’t touch Trask, then other agencies would wash their hands of him.

“Um, honey?”

Clark looked at Lois. “What is it?”

“Can we swing by my place? I need to pack some more clothes.”

“Sure,” he said, changing lanes to take the turn-off to her townhouse. “Um, I was actually thinking about that.”

“What? My townhouse?” She looked at him. “You want us to move in together?”

“Well, we are engaged now.”

She hesitated. “I don’t know, honey. I mean, surely we’ve got plenty of time for that. It’s not like we’ve picked a date yet.”

“What are you saying? That you don’t want to move in with me?”

“No, honey, that’s not what I’m saying. It’s just, it’s all happened really fast and I just want to slow things down a little. You know, let us enjoy being a couple without all the pressure of, you know, moving in together and getting married.”

He considered this for a moment. Sure, things had moved awfully fast, but he knew just how quickly things could go wrong. He’d lost his birth parents and his adoptive parents. Even if Lionel had been a complete bastard, he had still been Clark’s father. He tried explaining this to Lois and she listened without interjecting, biting her bottom lip.

By the time he was finished, he had pulled up outside her townhouse. Lois turned to him, taking his hand in hers.

“Honey, I love you. Never ever doubt that. And I do know what you’re trying to say. Believe me, I know what it’s like to lose someone you love. To know how precious life is. I know what I do can be dangerous, but that’s not going to change whether we’re living together or not. Clark, we don’t need to live in the same apartment to be committed to each other. We don’t need to rush into getting married. Besides,” she said with a sly grin, running a finger down his chest, “it might be nice to have a little place we can, you know, retreat to when we want some alone time. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love Maddie, but I kind of like the fact that we can, you know, make love on the couch or the kitchen floor.”

Clark chuckled. “You wouldn’t be getting some kinky ideas there, would you Lane?”

She grinned and opened her door, stepping out of the car, then winked at him through the open door.

“Try me,” she said.

Clark waited a few seconds, then got out of the car and pursued her up the pathway. Lois giggled as he trapped her against the door of her townhouse, pushing her hands up against the wood and proceeded to kiss the life out of her. He heard the sound of a door closing and realised someone was watching. Lois looked up, her chest heaving as she fought to get her breath back.

“Oh, hi Mr H.”

The man stood a few feet away. He was probably in his late forties, tall and skinny, with short salt-and-pepper hair. He stared at them with a sombre expression.

“Miss Lane. You do know you’re making a spectacle of yourself.” At first, Clark thought the man was being totally serious, until he grinned at Clark. “It’s about time someone caught her. You realise you’ve got your hands full.”

Clark grinned at the other man. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Well, I have a date,” Lois’ neighbour said. “Congrats, by the way.”

“Have fun on your date,” Lois called as the man began walking along the path. Clark watched as a man a few years younger than the neighbour held a car door open. The two men kissed briefly before getting in the car.
Lois had pulled her keys out of her purse and opened her door.

“That’s the first time I’ve actually met one of your neighbours,” Clark said.

“Yeah. Mr H has been here for years. He’s really sweet. It’s nice to see him dating again. He, uh, lost his partner ten years ago. AIDs.”

Clark winced, feeling sympathy for the other man.

“That’s awful,” he said.

“Yeah. He was alone for the longest time. I guess he just didn’t want to take the chance of getting hurt again, but then he met the guy he’s seeing now and he seems really happy.”

Clark followed her into the kitchen.

“Want something to drink?” she asked, bending to look in the refrigerator.

“No.”

He turned her around and picked her up to sit her on the counter, kissing her hard. Lois wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, locking her legs behind his back. She seemed to have a thing for counter sex, he thought with a grin as he slowly slipped his hand beneath her short skirt to lightly graze her sex through her panties. Lois moaned, trying to push forward as if encouraging him to delve deeper. Clark had just managed to push her panties aside to insert a digit when his pants began to vibrate.

“Ignore it,” Lois whispered against his mouth. Reluctantly, Clark began to pull away. “No, no, no, no,” she said, sighing.

He sucked on his bottom lip. “I’m sorry,” he said. “It might be important.”

Lois pouted, reluctantly letting him go as he fished in his pocket for the phone. Clark looked at the display, then back at Lois.

“It’s Bruce.” He put it on speaker. “Bruce?”

“How soon can you get to Washington?”

“If we left now, five minutes.”

“Good. I convinced my guy to speak with you, but he won’t wait long.”

“Where?”

“You know where the Vietnam memorial is?”

“Sure.”

“Panel 44E.” Bruce told him he’d told the contact they were already in Washington for a story, covering for them. “Get going.”

Lois had already hopped off the counter and straightened her clothes. Clark hung up and slipped the phone back in his pocket.

“Let’s go, honey,” Lois said.

Clark nodded and followed her out the door. He quickly x-rayed the area, making sure no one was looking their way, and took his fiancée in his arms, launching himself into the air.

Within minutes, they landed in the nation’s capitol. Clark made sure the coast was clear before he landed a short walk away from the memorial wall. The Lincoln Memorial was not far and was one of the most widely visited of all the monuments in the city.

Washington DC was an hour ahead of Kansas and the light was already beginning to fade. Still, there was plenty of light left for Clark to see the names on the wall as they walked along to locate the panel.

An older man stood reading the names on the panel. Clark immediately recognised him as an outspoken senator. The man seemed to be absorbed in reading as they approached.

“Know who that is?” the senator said, pointing to a name of a young man killed in 1967. Clark peered at the name. James Warren. “He was only nineteen. Helicopter was shot down. Crashed in the jungle. Took them three days to get the bodies out. Kid had been on his first tour. A year in Vietnam.”

Clark wanted to ask what relevance it had to the story, but let the old man go on.

“He had dreams of being a reporter when he finished his tour. Would have been a good one too. He was always writing in a journal. Of course, a lot of what he wrote would probably be classified. No one wanted to tell the truth about Vietnam.”

“You were there?” Lois asked quietly.

“I was his CO. Trask too. That man ... He’s like a lot of them. Think they’re goddamn Don Quixote. Seeing enemies where there ain’t none.”

The senator turned and looked at them.

“Your friend the Blur’s made a few enemies up on the hill. They don’t like vigilantes.”

“Sir ...”

“I’m an old man, Mr Luthor. I don’t care much what happens to me, but I do care about this country and what I see is this administration pandering to the whims of the likes of Jason Trask and his cronies.”

“What’s his problem?” Lois asked.

Clark nodded.

“Trask ain’t right in the head. Got shot in the jungle. Man was lucky to be alive. Doctors put a plate in his head to cover the hole in his skull. Good thing the VCs had bad aim. Or maybe it wasn’t such a good thing. He shoulda died there.”

“Are there others like him?” Lois asked.

“Yeah, I would say so. Thing is, there’s some who want someone like the Blur stopped.”

“Why?”

“Because he works for himself. If he and his friends don’t want to work for Uncle Sam, they don’t work.”

“Slade pretty much said the same thing.”

“Slade Wilson was another one who weren’t right in the head. Plumb crazy, if you ask me. Whoever knocked him off did the world a favour. Now, I ain’t saying it’s the Blur, but there’s a rumour goin’ round that someone’s tryin’ to pin it on him.”

“The Blur didn’t do it,” Lois said.

“But you know who did,” Clark prompted. He’d been carefully watching the old man’s expression and his instinct told him the man knew more than he was telling.

“Like I said, I don’t care what happens to me.”

Clark frowned. It sounded almost like it was information that was valuable enough to kill for.

“We have friends who could protect you,” he offered.

“I don’t need it, son. I’m old. I have nothing left.” Clark nodded. He’d read an article a few months ago that the senator’s wife had died of cancer and their only child had been killed in a car accident thirty years earlier.

“Who did it, senator? Who killed Slade?”

“I can only tell you who gave the order. Who carried it out, well, that’s for you to figure out.”

“Who?” Lois asked.

“Ed Burke.”

Clark frowned. “Why would he ...”

The senator glanced around, noticing more people walking along the path. He took something out of his pocket and bent down.

“I’m going to walk away now. We never had this conversation.”

Clark frowned at the man, watching as he walked back up the path. He peered at the object the senator had left on the ground, then stepped forward to pick it up. Lois beat him to it.

“It’s a micro-disk,” she said.

“Let’s get it to Watchtower,” he replied, taking her hand. Lois tucked the disk into her blouse as they walked away from the crowds. Clark again checked the coast was clear and took off into the air.

Once at Watchtower, Lois handed him the disk and he put it in the drive, waiting for it to load. He frowned at what appeared on the monitor.

“It’s encrypted,” he said.

“Can you decipher it?”

“I can try,” he answered. “It might take me a while. I’m not as good at this as Chloe.”

“Maybe, but you are faster. I’m going to see what I can find out about Senator Burke in the Planet files.”

He watched as she went to work on a computer on the other side, accessing the Daily Planet databanks. He turned back to the disk, looking for some clues in the code to help him decrypt the files. He was sure Chloe had downloaded a couple of programs to the Watchtower computers which would provide the decryption key and began checking through the files on the mainframe.

Clark typed in a few commands on the keyboard, trying to recall the last time Chloe had used decryption keys. He had almost a photographic memory but sometimes it did need a little nudge.

“Clark, I found something.”

“What is it?”

“Senator Ed Burke was under investigation last year for misappropriation of funds. Only it doesn’t say what the funds were for. The charges were never proven.”

“Sounds to me like there was some sort of cover up.”

“Yeah. Anyway, he’s on the Defense Subcommittee in US Senate Appropriations.”

“Defense?” Clark wondered if that was the connection to Slade. It still begged the question. Why had Burke ordered Slade’s death?

The computer beeped and Clark turned back to it. A number of files appeared on the monitor. One of them was a video file and he opened it to find the senator’s wizened face. As he watched the video, he realised it was a statement of sorts. The senator told how he had learned from a member of Ed Burke’s staff that he had been supporting a military project initially developed by Lionel. After Lionel’s death, the staff member had told the senator that Burke had been approached by Slade Wilson. The project was known as Ares, named after the Greek god of war.

Just a few days earlier, the senator claimed, he had been meeting with someone in the Capitol Building when he had spotted Burke arguing with Slade Wilson. The general had threatened to expose Burke’s role in Project Ares unless the senator continued his support. The older senator had overheard Slade mention a bank account in the Caymans and that it would be a shame if Burke’s ‘nest egg’ suddenly vanished.

Burke’s staff member had then overheard Burke talking to someone on the phone in his office, suggesting that Slade should be ‘retired’.

“This is dynamite stuff, kids,” Perry told them the next morning when Clark related what they’d learned. “Still, you need some kind of proof that Senator Burke ordered Slade’s death.”

Lex nodded. He’d stood, leaning against the wall as he listened to the story.

“If we can backtrace the financials, we could at least prove that Senator Burke was paid off by someone. It may even lead to Lionel.”

“It still doesn’t tell us who carried out the contract,” Perry said.

Clark sighed. All it really suggested was that Slade was in Washington days before his death.

“Have the police come up with any more leads?” Lex asked.

Clark shook his head. He’d called J’onn the night before, asking for more information about the witness, but the Martian enforcer wouldn’t give it to him.

“How do we know this witness is legit?” Perry asked.

“That’s a good question, Chief,” Lois answered.

“Well, Jones isn’t going to let us talk to the witness,” Clark replied.

There was still one chance though, if J’onn was willing to do it. He could read the person’s mind and see what they saw. That was if they were telling the truth. The problem was, J’onn considered it unethical.

There was a knock on the door and Clark turned.

“Enter!” Perry called.

Jimmy Olsen came in, looking nervous.

“Uh, there’s someone to see you,” he told Clark and Lois. “It’s that detective.”

“Jones?” Lois asked.

Jimmy nodded. Clark got up and clapped a hand gently on the boy’s shoulder.

“Thanks Jimmy. Let’s go see what he wants,” he told Lois.

They went down to Lois’ office where J’onn was waiting. Clark looked at him expectantly.

“I know what you’re thinking, K ... Clark,” the enforcer began, glancing uneasily out of the office to make sure he wasn’t overheard, “but I’m not about to do what you request. I’m here for another purpose. I have been speaking to Ms Willis.”

Lois frowned. “Livewire?”

The dark-skinned man nodded. “She saw the article on Slade and informed me that the general had visited the facility on several occasions.”

That proved a connection between Slade and the project, but it still didn’t prove who killed Slade.

“Who’s the witness, J’onn?” Lois asked.

“You know I cannot divulge that information.”

“C’mon, you gotta give us something. Is this guy legit or what?”

J’onn looked away. Clark stared at the back of the man’s head for a long moment.

“You have your doubts,” he said finally.

“The man is known to have an agenda against the Blur,” J’onn told him. “I am beginning to doubt the validity of his statement. Given the information you sent through to my files last night, I am more certain the man did not witness Slade’s death.”

“Maybe he even killed Slade himself,” Lois suggested.

“It is possible.”

Clark wanted to know more, but it was clear J’onn wasn’t about to give them any more than that. Lois slumped in her chair.

“Do you know what this means, Clark? We’ve got a story that has Pulitzer written all over it but the trouble is we can’t print one iota of it because we don’t have proof!”

Clark frowned at her. Was that really what it was all about for her? She wanted a Pulitzer?

“No,” she said, getting up to wander over and sit in his lap. “I mean, sure, I think about it, but it’s not about that. It’s about getting justice. I mean, Slade was a creep and a jerk, but he didn’t deserve to die like that.”

He wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

“I know, but the senator isn’t going to play ball. He has to protect himself.”

“So why would he give us the video file if he had no intention of coming forward?”

“I don’t know. I mean, why would Burke suddenly decide Slade is such a liability that he has to get rid of him?”

“Well, maybe it’s because of Jamison,” Lois suggested. “I mean, think about it, honey. We expose Jamison for his part in the experiments, Slade panics and goes to ground and tries to get Burke to protect him. Burke can’t afford the exposure, so he has someone kill Slade.”

“Making sure that the Blur gets the blame for it. So he gets to basically kill two birds with one stone. The evidence that he’s involved with Project Ares disappears and the proof dies with Slade. Meanwhile, by pointing the finger at me, he gets to go about his life without interference.”

“If he can’t control you, he’ll destroy you.”

“I guess that’s about the gist of it.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of being two steps behind these guys. I think it’s time we fight fire with fire.”

“What are you suggesting?”

“We get the proof some other way.”

“Lois, you’re not thinking of doing what I think you’re going to do, are you?”

She turned and grinned at him. “I don’t know, Clark. What do you think I’m thinking of doing?”

“Lois ...” he warned.

She stood up, grabbing his hand. “Come on.”

“And do what?”

“Ever been on a stake-out?”

“Oh no,” he moaned.

“Well, it’s either that or we break into the senator’s office. It worked last time.”

“Last time you almost got yourself killed, Lois!” he said.

“So? This time you’ll be with me. Look, Senator Burke has been in town gearing up for a few political rallies and this is the perfect opportunity to see what else he’s up to. I mean, I know it’s a long shot, but what if J’onzz’s mystery witness shows up.”

She was right. It was a long shot, but it was better than sitting around waiting for J’onn to come up with the answers. Clark sighed. Sometimes it was better to just nod his head and go along with whatever she had planned because God knew what trouble she could get into with or without him.

Half an hour later, they were sitting in a car Lois had borrowed from the Daily Planet fleet. Lois handed him a tall coffee she’d bought from their favourite coffee shop.

“How long does a stake-out usually go for?” Clark asked.

“Some of them can go for days,” she said casually.

“Lois, we are not going to sit here for days on end.”

“Oh, honey, relax. I mean if Senator Burke is true to form then it won’t be that long before he does something nefarious.”

He looked at her. She looked completely at ease. It was fairly clear she had done this before.

“I worry about you sometimes, Lane,” he sighed.

“Hey, you wanna marry me, you gotta take me, warts and all.”

He shook his head. She was never going to change, but then again, it was one of the things he loved most about her. Even if it did mean she ended up in trouble more often than not.

A limousine pulled up in front of the office building and Lois clutched his arm. Clark saw the senator walk out with one of his security people and get in the car. He leaned forward as the limo began to move slowly forward.

“Don’t say it,” he said. “I know.”

He started the car and pulled out, making sure there was at least one vehicle in between them and the limo. He followed the vehicle until it stopped outside a nightclub, then found a park where they could watch the club. Lois grabbed the camera from the backseat, attaching the telephoto lens.

“I wanna get a photo of everyone who goes inside that club,” she said. “If the senator is involved in dirty dealings, chances are he’ll meet with someone inside that club.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Okay, I’m playing the odds, but it’s worth a shot, honey.”

Clark bit his lip and glanced at her dubiously. Then again, she had more experience at this than him. He sat quietly, observing her as she snapped off various shots, making comments as she did so.

It was an hour later when Lois sat up straight in her seat, snapping off a few shots in quick succession, then handed him the camera.

“Take a look,” she said.

Clark accessed the memory card and looked at the shots she had taken. She had a close-up of a man standing at the door, talking to the bouncer. Clark frowned. He recognised the man. Former assistant DA Ray Sacks.

“What the hell is he doing here?” he asked.

Ray Sacks had always had an agenda against the Blur. A few months ago, the man had been arrested on suspicion of selling information to certain members of organised crime, helping them get off certain charges. He’d somehow managed to avoid conviction but had lost his job. Clark remembered the articles Lois had written and realised she had been investigating Sacks.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Lois asked.

That would depend on what she was thinking. Clark wondered if Sacks had something to do with the latest plot against him. Sacks could very well be the mystery ‘witness’, or the man who had killed Slade.

“We have to get in there,” Lois said.

“Lois, no, are you crazy? We can’t just walk in there.”

“Why not?”

“For one thing, it’s a men only club,” he said, narrowing his vision on the board outside which proclaimed no women allowed. “Are you forgetting about the Windgate?”

“No, I’m not forgetting that. Look, if we could just get a picture of Sacks and the senator together, we’d have enough to make Sacks’ ‘witness statement’ look suspicious.”

“That’s not the point,” he began, but she was already getting out of the car. Clark had no choice but to follow her as she made her way to the back entrance, avoiding the bouncers.

Clark’s eyes widened as he realised exactly what they’d walked into. There were women in all kinds of costumes, from French maid outfits to tight leather. Some of them were leading men in various states of undress. More than a few of the men were already sporting tents in their pants.

“Lois,” he hissed, “this is a fetish club!”

Lois looked at him, cocking an eyebrow.

“You mean in all your years of debauchery, you’ve never actually been in a fetish club?”

“Let’s just say I prefer to roleplay in private.”

She pouted sexily. “Mmm, what kind of role do you see me playing, Luthor?”

He had had a fantasy of her wearing nothing but a red silk sheet, he thought, but he decided to tease her just a little.

“Well, I do have this one that involves handcuffs, and, hmm, a little spanking.”

“I wonder what other twisted fetishes you have hiding in your toolbox,” she murmured, rubbing her hand up and down his covered crotch.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he murmured back.

She stood close to him, her lips so close to his ear he could feel her breath tickling him. A sudden smacking sound had them turning to look.

“Let’s just find Sacks and the senator and get out of here,” he whispered, but Lois was already moving into the main room. Clark groaned softly in exasperation, trying to follow as she disappeared through a doorway, until he was stopped by a woman wearing a leather corset and carrying a whip.

“Well, hello there, handsome, I haven’t seen you in here before.”

This was not the time for him to act shy, he thought, pulling himself up to his full height.

“Haven’t been here before.”

She ran a hand over his chest, purring as she traced his muscles.

“Well, I can fix that,” she said seductively. “With a little ... correction.”

Clark looked her up and down. The girl was attractive enough, but she didn’t hold a candle to Lois Lane.

“What makes you think I need correcting?” he returned.

She chuckled. “Oh trust me, they all do.”

She grasped the front of his shirt. Clark went along with it, still looking for Lois, hoping he wouldn’t be recognised. No such luck, he sighed, as a man he had a brief acquaintance with called his name as he stepped into another room where men were being punished.

“Stepping out on the little woman already?” the man smirked.

Clark knew he had no choice but to act the part.

“You know women. Soon as you get the ring on their finger, they think they own you.”

The woman who had dragged him into the room was suddenly pushed aside by a woman in a blonde wig wearing a mask over her face. Clark knew as soon as he saw those flashing hazel eyes he was in deep trouble.

“Why don’t you go find someone else to play with, honey,” Lois told the other woman. “This one here has been a very naughty boy. Haven’t you?” she added with a glare and a smack of her the riding crop in her hand.

Clark could only nod dumbly, letting Lois pull him away. He studied her. Lois had clearly managed to find a costume as she was wearing a black leather corset which sat tight across her breasts, pushing them up to give him a good view of her cleavage. She had also somehow managed to find hot pants and knee-high leather boots with four inch heels.

“Admiring the view, darling?” she asked.

“Lo ...”

She turned and pressed a finger to his lips.

“Not a word,” she whispered, her hand slipping down to capture his.

She paused beside the curtained entrance to a small alcove. Clark glanced through the gap as she pulled the curtain partially aside. The senator and Ray Sacks were inside, smoking cigars and drinking whiskey.

“I told you it would go off without a hitch,” Sacks was saying.

“You’re sure the police believed you?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Sacks smirked at the older man. “I might have lost my job and my reputation, thanks to that nosy Lane bitch, but I was never convicted. Now I’m just doing my duty as a citizen.”

“Let’s hope the Inquisitor keeps to its end of the deal.”

“Don’t worry, Ed, it’ll be the main headline in tomorrow’s news. The Blur sought in connection with the death of Slade Wilson. That’ll take care of him. Now I just need to take care of Lane.”

“Let’s not forget who her father is. Not to mention her new boyfriend. The Luthors are powerful in this city.”

“Maybe they were once, when the old man was alive. Not now though, now that Lex is in charge. I guess the apple fell far from the tree.”

“Lex has been cleaning up Luthorcorp and cutting loose any old ties to Edge and anything to do with 33.1. Lucas was supposed to have taken care of all that.”

“Never should have trusted that psychotic little freak with Project Ares,” Sacks told him. “Or with Wilson.”

“Both of them are taken care of,” the senator returned. “You saw to that.”

“You still owe me for that.”

“The agreement was half for the job and the other half when the Blur was well and truly finished.”

“That was not the agreement, Ed. It was five mill up front for getting rid of Slade. The Blur was just a bonus. You wouldn’t be trying to back out of the deal, now would you?”

Clark stared at Lois. It sounded like the senator had paid Sacks to throw Slade off the building. The question was, did they have enough proof?

Lois gestured with her hand and he nodded. They needed to get out of there before someone began asking questions about why they were there.

They left the club and Clark drove back to the office. It was late, but there were still reporters working. Clark decided the best strategy was to call Bruce and Chloe and see if they could track the funds Senator Burke had been accused of ‘misappropriating’. Lois quickly downloaded the recording of the conversation she had made on her phone and sent it to J’onn.

Clark was still worried. Since he’d been seen at the club, he knew there was every chance it would get back to the senator, or Sacks. He led Lois down to the parking level to pick up his car, listening for any trouble.

Sacks stepped from behind a pillar, a gun in his hand.

“You just can never leave things be, can you Lane?” he said.

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Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Jun. 26th, 2013 07:27 pm (UTC)
WOOHOO!!!!

Absolutely LOVE this one honey!!
phoenixnz
Jun. 27th, 2013 07:04 am (UTC)
Thank you honey.
ctbn60
Jun. 26th, 2013 10:24 pm (UTC)
My god leanne this is amazing and detailed and so rich with a fantastic story line. you are a wonder!
phoenixnz
Jun. 27th, 2013 07:04 am (UTC)
Coming from you, my dear friend, that is a huge compliment.
crazy4ew
Jun. 27th, 2013 03:22 am (UTC)
Amazing how far we've come in this story. I need to re-read the beginning chapters of this, they were really hot and fun. Funny coincidence: The Ugly Truth was on TV tonight and I caught part of it. So enjoyable. Just like your fic. Do keep in some of the hotness... We almost had it going in this chapter if it weren't for Bruce! *bad timing* :)
phoenixnz
Jun. 27th, 2013 07:05 am (UTC)
Don't worry, I plan to have more hot scenes between them soon. Bruce is a party pooper, lol.
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