I Won't Give Up

Lex Luthor stood in the darkness, listening to Clark Kent talk to his mother...shock, surprise, and undeniable whips of happiness thrumming through his veins.

'He'd felt it, too.'

His mind had been full of hundreds, seemingly thousands, of thoughts. Replays of what had happened before, in the cave-in. Seeing Clark's face, seeing the look on that face...seeing the blood dripping down that strong hand. Remembered Clark's expression when he had come back for him...surprise, relief, guilt, gratitude...and something else. Something he'd thought he'd been alone in for so long, now. Something he'd tried, unsuccessfully, to bury.

Walking away from Clark, after the ceiling had caved in over him, had nearly ripped him apart. Unable to speak, he'd torn through the dark, dusty tunnels...eyes ripping apart his surroundings for something...anything that could help him save Clark. Finding the pipe had nearly brought him to hysterical giggles. Would the phallic symbols ever stop? He doubted it. Every part of his relationship with Clark Kent seemed to be heavily laden with symbolism...hidden meanings.

It had started that way in the very beginning...when he'd opened his eyes on that riverbank to see a dripping wet, young Apollo hovering above him, breath panting out of a mouth made of pure sin.

So much between them...lies and deceit, sadness and betrayal...and friendship and loyalty, love and strength. His anger at their rift had only been so fierce because of the power of the emotion he felt for the raven-haired man. Those sea-green eyes ripped him apart...every time. They'd once looked on him with so much affection, adoration, even. Kindness, and yes...even a Luthor could've seen the love there.

And lately...so much anger and disappointment. It made him want to strike out at everyone and everything. Tear the world apart until it felt the anguish he did.

But, when he'd come back for him. Those eyes had mirrored his own...and it was as though they'd stepped back in time. As though the last two years had vanished, and he'd been standing in Clark's loft, asking him to not give up on him, yet.

Standing here, now...he knew, even as the words left Clark's lips...that he'd never really given up on him. Clark still had the hope, and while Lex agreed with Martha's assessment, that Clark's hope was his greatest weakness, as well as his strength, he felt a bone-deep gratitude that Clark Kent's amazing soul was capable of it.

Clark missed him. He could feel it.

He could feel the regret, and the sorrow.

For the first time, in a long time, he could feel someone else's pain. And, as much as it hurt, it was wonderful...incredible. He felt human, again.

Only Clark could have done this.

He watched Martha touch Clark's shoulder lightly, a sad smile on her lips. "Oh, Clark. What are you thinking, sweetheart?"

Clark's profile was outlined in soft light, and breathtaking in it's pure beauty. Lex sucked in a silent breath...felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mom...I just...I know Lex has done some horrible things. I know that. I've seen it. But, I can't help but think that if I'd just trusted him...given him THAT much...."

"Clark-"

"Mom." Clark smiled softly at his mother's shaking head. "You know as well as I do, Lex would have protected me with everything he had. If I had trusted enough in our friendship...listened to my heart instead of my head...If I'd just shown him with my actions that I care, things would have been so different."

"Maybe, Clark," Martha admitted, tilting her head with a regretful smile, "but, we both know that the risk was too great. If Lex had found out the truth-"

"If I had TOLD him the truth."

"All right, Clark. If you had TOLD him the truth, he would have had all of that power over you. And, look at what's happened. Do you really think it would have been a good thing for Lex to have known your secret, with what we both know he's capable of?"

Lex flinched as he waited breathlessly for Clark's reply. And when it came, he felt his eyes contract painfully with emotion.

"I think that if I'd trusted him, it wouldn't have mattered what he was capable of. I've always known there was a darkness in Lex...one he has to fight back every day. But, I've also known that Lex has a good heart; he's a good man, Mom. Inside of him, it's there. And, I shouldn't have given up. There's nothing in this world I regret more."

Martha's eyes shut, and she bowed her head. "Oh, baby." She laid a small, pale hand on her son's beautiful face. "You're still in love with him, aren't you?"

Both men started in shock. Clark was the first to recover.

"How long have you known?"

Shining, red hair partially covered a wry smile. "Only since the day you came back from returning that darn truck with stars in your eyes." A gentle sigh flew out as her hand dropped down to grasp his hand. "Only since the day Lex married Lana, and I heard you calling for him in your sleep. Crying for him."

"Mom."

Oh God. Clark.

"Clark. I know you love Lana. You always have. But, I also know that the kind of love you had for her was a child's love. A pure, sweet thing that will always stay in your heart. What you feel for Lex..."

Clark shuddered, and Lex shook with him. "It breaks me." He turned and looked away from his mother, out the window. "The way I feel with him makes me stronger and weaker than anything else. God, Mom. I've missed him so much. I've felt so alone. I know you're here, and I love you so much. I'm so lucky to have you. Don't think I don't know that. Appreciate it. But, I've been missing something." His hand fisted over his chest, tight and rough. "Here."

Lex's hand drifted up to lay over his own wildly beating heart. Clenched.

"Lex was my best friend. My BEST friend. And, yes, I loved him. I still love him. I think I always will. And, Mom, I know you don't think I can trust him, but I KNOW what I saw in his eyes. I know it. At least, for a second, he missed me too. For that moment, he missed me. And even if he doesn't want to be a part of my life any more; even with everything that's happened...whether he knows it or not, I'm going to be his friend again, Mom. And this time, I'm not giving up."

"Clark-"

"I know, Mom. I KNOW. I'm willing to risk it." He turned back and hugged his mother tight. "How can I expect him to become the man I know he can be if I'm not willing to step forward, and try?"

He mother hugged him back, tears shining in her eyes. She pulled his head down with both hands and placed a soft kiss on his smooth forehead. Smiled sadly, and nodded. Turned, and walked out, her breathing shaky and soft.

Lex waited, watching Clark standing there, staring out into the Kansas sky.

Jumped, startled out of the silence, at the sound of his name.

"Lex."

It was whispered, and the anguish in Clark's voice tripped him, caught his hitched breath in his throat. Prevented him from answering.

"I won't give up on you." Clark's voice sounded off, low and broken, and Lex forced himself to step back, try to walk out as quietly as he had come. His heart was hammering now, and as he turned to leave, he missed the tiny, knowing smile on Clark's mouth.


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He needed time. Time to get his wild emotions in check. He knew that what he had heard in Clark's barn had changed things for him. All he'd allowed himself to contemplate, as of late, was his quest for power. With Luthorcorp, with his father, with Lana. Unquestionably, he loved Clark. Equally absolute, he wanted Clark more than he wanted the power.

That terrified him. He'd put time, effort, lives, money....everything into going into a direction he'd never wanted. Never wanted, but after losing Clark, had always felt inevitably drawn to.

And, he was so close. He knew it. He could taste it.

Of course, there was the problem. It tasted like ashes...like death and agony, and everything wrong and horrible. If he went here, if he continued on his path...

Did he even have a choice any more? Clark had always made him feel like his life was full of choices...like all he'd had to do was look for them, and they would be there.

His hand was shaking as he reached for the phone. He had to put it down the first three times he picked it up, the tremors were so violent. By the fourth, though, he'd managed to calm his hand enough to dial. Just a one. The Kent farm was still number one on the speed dial.

"Hello?"

Lex struggled for a breath, sucked in a huge, wheezing lungful of air, and saw spots of dark start to dance in front of his eyes. 'Great,' he thought blurrily, before he passed out.


"Lex? Lex, wake up. Are you okay, Lex?"

He heard the voice, but discounted it as his imagination working overtime. And then, he felt the unusually warm softness of fingers on his face.

Blue-gray eyes flew open, and Lex scrambled back, sitting up quickly...ignoring the queasy, rolling jolt to his protesting stomach.

"Lex?"

"What are you doing here, Clark?" Lex shook his head. Not ready. God, still not ready. "It's truly astounding...mystifying, really, how you manage to circumvent my security time after time."

'Oh my God.'

Clark smiled.

One of those pure, sunshine and joy, smiles. Sparkling, dazzling eyes and a smile that the advertising executives at Aquafresh would sell their souls for. So not ready. Wasn't prepared. Couldn't risk this failing; wasn't ready for that final descent into a soulless hell.

But, that smile.

"Lex, you called me." Clark stepped forward. "I thought maybe you wanted to talk. After...what happened. I'd hoped..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes fell to look at the floor.

Sighing heavily, Lex moved toward the bar, and winced as the crystal stopper clinked loudly against the side of the bottle of scotch.

"Clark, I did want to talk." He poured himself a drink, and arched an eyebrow questioningly at Clark, gesturing towards the bar. Nodded as Clark shook his head, and walked towards his desk, tumbler in hand. Stopped, before he walked around to the chair, and backtracked, deciding to sit on the couch. Waited for Clark to join him, and turned towards the dark-haired man as his weight bounced the couch slightly.

Met those hopeful eyes, and found himself trapped there. Willingly trapped.

"Lex, I want to thank you."

Lex's shoulders fell slightly. "Unnecessary, Clark. Look at it as an evening of the score."

"No, Lex, wait," Clark held out a hand, and let it fall on the leather between them. "When you came back...things changed for me. Fell into place. I saw things differently...more clear than I'd been able to before. Clearer than I'd even wanted to. I realized that I'd failed you."

Lex jerked back, shocked. So shocking, when he was hearing it from that mouth...staring into those eyes. "Clark, you do yourself a disservice. We both know that it wasn't any one thing that-"

Clark's shaking head abruptly stopped the bitter flow of words that were souring in his mouth, and he stopped, relieved.

"You asked me...you told me to not give up on you. You did that, as my friend, and I didn't even realize that you needed me to believe in you. Not just wanted...you needed it. Because, I was important to you. You needed me. And I should have remembered that it's when you let the darkness out...when you do things that-" Clark sucked in a quick breath. "When you do things...that maybe, that's when you need me the most. I forgot that...or didn't let myself see it. And, Lex, I'm sorry."

Lex stood up rapidly, turning toward the bar with his half-full glass, and stepped towards it. His mind was racing. He could USE this! And, stopped, ashamed. Turned towards Clark, who was watching him with a quiet, contemplative look.

"You said that I never trusted you." Clark whispered. "And, you were right. I KNOW the kind of things that you think and do, and I've let myself forget that you are a man who can overcome those things. You are a man who would do anything for the people he cares about. You're a man who is capable of great love, and deserving of respect...even if you won't give yourself any."

He stepped forward, a small dull, silvery sheened box in his hand. Placed it in a hand Lex hadn't realized he'd extended.

"What's in that box, Lex...well. That's why I was able to be hurt yesterday. It hurts me...can kill me. It's the only thing, physically, that can...I'm giving it to you." And, even though his entire body was shaking, Clark stood in his place, eyes locked on Lex's.

Lex tried to hand the box back immediately, not thinking. "Clark, I don't know what you're trying to do, here. This is crazy-"

"What's crazy is that I didn't trust you. I love you, Lex. And, even if you never forgive me...even if you let yourself go somewhere I can't follow...I'll always love you, and I'll always be here, ready to help you when you decide you're ready to need me again."

"You've gone crazy."

"You came back for me."

"Anyone would have done the same."

Clark grinned. "Throwing my words back at me, Lex?"

Lex closed his fingers tight over the box and squeezed his eyes shut. "I've done things you won't be able to forgive. This isn't going to work." Dipping his head down, chin resting nearly against his chest. "It's too late."

"It's not."

Lex felt a tender hand nudging his face up, and he wearily opened his eyes. Trapped in beauty beyond compare. Fell.

"Have hope, Lex."

"I don't have any left, Clark."

"That's okay. I've got plenty, and I'm willing to share."

Lex felt a laugh bubbling up in his chest, and let it out, surprising himself with the noise. He couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed, genuinely laughed.

"Clark."

"I've missed you, Lex." He knew Clark could see the hungry need in his face, and found himself unable to move. Heard a strangled sound erupt from his throat at Clark's next words. "Haven't you missed me?"

Lex swallowed, hard. Blinked twice. Nodded.

Couldn't stop the answering grin in response to Clark's blinding smile.

He looked down at the box in his hand, and frowned. "Clark, I don't think it's the best idea for me to have this."

"I'm trusting you."

Lex held the box out. "I don't trust myself."

"You're going to have to learn, Lex, just like I am. And there's only one way to do it. Only one way for US to do this. I'm giving my trust to you, and I'm giving you that box. And, I believe that you will not hurt me. I believe that. I believe in you."

Lex sighed, and crossed to his safe, punching in the code, and settling the box inside. He shut the door quickly, locking the box in, and breathed a little easier with the distance.

"So," he murmured, "is that it? The big secret? In that little box?"

"No." Clark said. "Not all of it. But, I'm not up for the conversation all at once. You'll get it, Lex. I just need a day or two before the next big revelation." He watched Lex's face carefully. "Is that okay?"

Lex's heart was beating wildly, his mind was stunningly clear and open wide...his shoulders felt lighter and he realized...he felt free. He saw the choices, and felt like he could take them, and he smiled.

"Yes, Clark. That's okay. It's great. You take all the time you need." He meant it, and laughed with the simple joy of it. "You know, I never thought I'd be so happy to have been kidnapped and almost blown up." He paused. "I didn't think we'd ever...I thought..."

"I know." Clark said softly. "I'm sorry it ever got to that point. It shouldn't have. We can't ever let that happen again."

Lex raised pale brows, sighing. "Well, Clark, you know my propensity for doing things you don't approve of. How exactly are we going to handle that?"

Shrugging, Clark pursed his lips, "I'm not sure, Lex. I think we'll have to take it one day at a time. I guess, I'm saying that you and I...we're starting with a clean slate today. Looking into past mistakes will only hurt us, and I'm tired of doing that. I think we're stronger together, and I'm willing to do some hard work to keep you in my life. I think you are, too. Plus," he added with a mischievous grin, "I think I'm a good influence on you."

Lex rolled his eyes, and fell back onto the couch, lifting his legs and propping crossed feet onto the coffee table in front of them. "Hmm. You tend to be." He looked up, smiling at Clark, and noticed a strange look on his face. "What? What is it?"

Clark laughed shakily, "Heck of a time for me to decide honesty is the best policy." He ran a hand through his hair haphazardly.

"Clark," Lex soothed, "it's okay. You don't have to tell me everything right this minute. I meant it. What you've given to me, already...it means so much."

Nodding, Clark seemed to relax a bit. He sat on the end of the couch, crossing one foot over to rest on a bent leg. His hands moved around, aimlessly, before settling, finally, on his thighs, nails digging in to the thick denim fabric.

"I know. I don't think this would be something that I could wait to tell you, though, Lex."

"All right, Clark. Tell me."

"Lex..."

"Clark," Lex waited until Clark's eyes calmed, and lightened noticeably. "Trust me. Trust me to listen, and to try to understand whatever it is."

"I know this isn't fair to you, Lex," Clark said, nervous even in the midst of the comfort. "Isn't fair to Lana, either, for me to even say this. But, I promised myself I wasn't going to hold back. I'm not going to let anything put a wall between us, because I don't want to ever see you moving that far away from me again." Thick, black lashes swept down to hide nervous eyes. "I'm not expecting anything, Lex. I want you to know that. The truth is, though...I love you. I'm IN love with you."

Silence filled the room, and Clark fidgeted anxiously.

"Clark-"

"Lex, I love things about you I don't even understand. I love the way you think, and the way you get angry and beat up meter maid's cars. I love the way you would walk into my barn, and be just as comfortable there as you were in a boardroom. I love the way you care what my mother thinks. I even-" Clark cleared his throat, blushed bright pink, and a tongue darted out to wet his lips. "When you're doing your big, bad Luthor thing...and you're being all mean...God, I even love that. I don't think you can really understand. Everything that frustrates me about you, excites me, too. You're the most complicated, contradictory person I know; I find myself just wanting to unravel you. This isn't even making sense, is it?" His brilliant, green eyes were glued to the floor.

Sweet, beautiful boy.

"Clark." Lex waited, patiently, for Clark to look at him. When he finally did, Lex grinned. "Notice my total lack of upset."

Clark's eyes flew wide open. "You don't mind? It doesn't bother you?"

"Hardly. The only things that bother me is that we wasted so much damned time, and that it's not going to be easy for me to do what I need to do to be free, to be with you." A smirk popped up on one side of his mouth at the noticeable widening of those fascinating eyes. He sighed. First real test. "I'm going to get my marriage annulled, if I can, Clark."

Shocked, Clark stuttered quietly. "What? But- I don't...what about-"

"Lana's not pregnant, Clark."

"I know, Lex." Regret and sadness were etched on Clark's beautiful features. "I heard, and I'm so, so sorry."

Lex hissed out a deep breath. Moment of truth. And honestly, even now, he wouldn't blame Clark for walking out.

"Lana was never pregnant." He watched Clark's blank face, and waited for something. Waited, and when nothing happened, he continued. "I bribed her doctor to give her something that would make her think she was. And then, I let her think she'd lost the baby."

The silence, this time, was impossibly thick, and Lex could feel the pressure building up in his chest.

"Does she know?" The question was quiet, absurdly calm, and it was just making Lex more crazy.

"No, not as far as I know."

"You need to tell her."

"I know."

"Lex?" This time it was Clark, waiting for HIM to look up. "Notice my total lack of running away, here." He shook his head. "I expected some stuff like this...well, not exactly this. I prepared myself for it, though. I knew it wasn't going to be anything I could just look at and be okay with it. We both know what hearing that does to me. And, no...it's not good. I don't have to tell you that. But, I meant it, what I said earlier. Fresh slate. It has to start somewhere, and it won't work unless I'm willing to actually live by it. I'm not leaving, and I'm not giving up. I just regret I didn't figure this all out sooner, and with less near-death-experiences. Less pain, all around. I wish a lot of things, Lex. But, I'm not giving up. Not ever again."

Lex felt like the world had dropped out from under him.

"Clark, I know it's a totally inappropriate time, and everything is really messed up, but would you consider not ripping me to shreds if I kissed you?"

Clark smiled.

"No problem, Lex. And, after the annulment, you can do a lot more than that."

"I can work fast, Clark."

A dark, husky chuckle was the only response as he slid his mouth over Clark's.


Two Months Later


"I've never been nervous about fucking, Clark. This is driving me insane."

Clark chuckled, soft and moist against his neck. "Well, that's too bad. Cause, this is gonna make you really nervous. We won't be doing any fucking, Lex."

Lex's head shot up, sharply. "I hate to break any misconceptions flying around in that adorable head of yours, Clark, but we are most definitely going to be-"

"Making love."

He gulped. Lex Luthor. Gulped. How cute. Clark struggled to keep his face straight.

"Oh?"

"Mm hmm." Clark stood up, and pulled the red t-shirt over his head. "Touch me, Lex. I want your hands on me. I've waited long enough."

Lex's hands shot out of their own volition, paper white against the sunny gold of Clark's magnificent skin. Nails scraped hard and harmless down a chiseled chest to tickle and tease a tiny, round navel.

Leaning forward, he swept his tongue down a wide shoulder, nipping gently across a smattering of tiny, brown freckles. Licked each one, determined not to miss any, and closed his eyes at the heady flavor of Clark's sunshine-warm skin.

"Lex."

Hands were on his shirt, tenderly undoing tiny buttons with a minimum of fumbling from large, soft hands. Brushing silk off of his shoulders, and dragging sleeves past his wrists. Hands. Bare, empty fingers.

He felt the shirt pull tight against his lower back as Clark used it to pull him in firmly, chest to chest, and Lex gasped as the heat of this man in front of him sealed them together. Tilted his head back, and soaked the line of his neck with his open mouth.

"I love you so much." He breathed it into Clark's throat, and felt the answering shiver. Such sensitive, impervious skin. He delighted in knowing it was his to touch.

"God, Lex, you know how much I-"

His words were cut off by Lex's mouth, urgent, insistent, territorial, and unrelenting. Lex lowered his hands across that simmering flesh to frantically spread unbuttoned pants, rudely trying to conceal the most perfect body on the planet. Stupid pants.

Lex demoted the pants to floor decorations, and slid down onto them, pulling Clark with him. Pushed him down, onto his back, and moved down, silky smooth and oh so slow. Mouth mapping a moist trail down to a dark, full cock. He moaned as he slid the tip of his tongue across the head, dipping into slick, sticky fluid.

"You're so fucking good, Clark."

Clark groaned, low and throaty, unable to speak, and Lex listened to the groan roar into a scream as he closed his mouth over the head.

Moved down the satiny shaft, massaging along the way with his tongue, wet and tight. He felt his own cock throb as Clark's pulsed against his tongue. Could not hold back a mumbling moan as he pushed farther, feeling Clark, blunt and thick, against the back of his throat. He swallowed hard, twice, as the choking threatened to overwhelm him. Felt Clark retract, and grasped his hips, dug in. He wasn't going anywhere. Swallowed again, and felt Clark slide in, down and fucking perfect.

Clark's back was arched, perfect and trembling, as shorter, choked screams tore out of his mouth. Lex slid a sticky hand across his belly, tickling, and hummed until glazed, shockingly dilated eyes met his. Lex swallowed again, and didn't stop. Over and over, fingers firm and constant now against his swollen sac, and he felt, as much as saw, Clark's body go rigid before he pulsed into Lex's eager mouth, seemingly forever. Lex could only drink, loving every drop that was Clark Kent, and felt it spill over onto his chin; swiped it frantically with his hands, and lapped it up. Devoured it all. Watched Clark watch him...big, open, excited eyes, and he slid up.

"I need to be inside you."

Lex panted, rough and uneven, as Clark brought him up, shaky hands under his arms. Latched onto his mouth, and sucked his aching tongue into a water-wet cavern. Sucked, firm and steady as possible.

"I love the way I taste in you."

Lex smiled, slow and predatory. Rubbed a finger against Clark's swollen lips and slid it in, trailing around and picking up the moisture. Took his finger and moved it down, parting Clark's ass and slipping inside, slick and easy.

"Oh, oh my god. Lex." Clark's legs lifted in the air, falling in close to his upper body, and Lex slid his free hand up a very-hard, softly furred calf...lowered it to his shoulder, and jerked his head towards the other leg...a half-smile, soft and sweet, on his flushed face.

His finger was joined by a second, and the fingers twisted and bent slightly, rubbing firmly against a slight bump, and he watched, elated as Clark's eyes shot open in shock and desperate pleasure.

"Lex, what-"

"Trust me, love."

Those eyes, shiny and bright, filled and overflowed as Lex moved, positioned his cock at his entrance, slick with pre-come, and slid the head in.

"I do, Lex. You know I do."

Lex moved forward, an inch at a time, slow as summertime, and just moved. In. Completely inside, and he leaned down, curling his spine, to brush his lips against Clark's. Eyes never leaving the other's.

"I do."

That stayed like that a moment, bodies screaming, lips bursting in puffs of heated air against each other until Clark's sweet, full lips twisted into a grin.

"Love me."

Lex started moving, the first slide urging a astoundingly loud growl from his throat. "I do. Always." He rolled his hips, and felt legs slide down to close around his waist, urging him closer, faster.

Clark rose up to meet him, his hips lifting and falling in a seemingly effortless, graceful movement. Sweat rolled down Lex's arms to pool in his palms, and he moved them down to grasp Clark's very renewed erection. The sweat, the rolling drops gushing from the tip were spread over and around as Lex's hands twisted and pulled, faster and harder with every movement of his cock, buried inside his lover.

He felt Clark start to jerk beneath him, and smiled widely at him, even as the movement startled scattered gasps from him.

"Come for me, Clark."

"Oh God, so soon. I can't- I, oh fuck, oh God-"

A fucking masterpiece when he came. Blood-flushed skin and over-bright eyes. Wet, shining hair and a red, bitten mouth parted in a breathless yell. Huge, supernaturally strong hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his own flesh. And that pretty cock, flooding their bodies with streams of pearly cream. Lex's hands crawled across Clark's stomach, fingers sliding through the puddles. And curled in the cooling liquid as he felt his own orgasm scream through him, down and through his groin, to shoot hard and needy, over and over into Clark's spasming body.

He collapsed on Clark's chest, and laughed weakly as he felt Clark lift a dripping hand to his mouth...lapping at it in tiny patches, over and over across every little inch.

"So..." Lex managed, "I think we broke in the new house."

Clark chuckled quietly, "You think? I'm not sure...we might need to try this again."

"And again. Mmmm. You may very well be right."

"Thank you, Lex."

"For this? Not at all, love. It was my pleasure."

"No, Lex." Lex looked up into eyes that kept him safe and loved and happy, and smiled. Laid his head down against a very warm shoulder. Heard the beautiful whisper. "Thank you for coming back, Lex."

"Thank you for seeing hope in me, Clark."

He felt soft lips on his scalp and sighed, content. Drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Clark Kent.


~~~This one I just loved writing. Absolutely loved. And, I hope you love it, too. Please, let me know what you thought. My reviewers, I LOVE YOU! YOU ARE SOOO AWESOME! Thank you so much. chibikitten (you sooo rock!), Flora_Winters, and cassie, I'd like to thank you so much. I really appreciate you.
~Morgan