Expectations: Oops

He'd always remember the labor.

Mostly because they had it on videotape. There was a really good shot of him fainting, worried voices asking if he was okay before the next contraction hit and all attention being focused back on the birth.

He had watched the video in the hospital, his daughter nursing, his lover out like a light. LuthorCorp had created a whole new strain of painkillers just for this occasion. The fourth one tested finally did the trick. Lex had picked Lexine up and carried her to the sofa, settling in with his vodka and the remote. The in-laws had gone home, his own father had refused to come to Smallville for it, but Lex knew it would just be a matter of time before his curiosity at his heir's heir would force Lionel's hand.

The video had confirmed his original suspicions. Something as big as Lexine, even dainty delight that she was, should not come out of a hole that small. He had been unconscious for the worst of the screaming, he decided, feeling only a hint of remorse. Lexine had watched him as he watched the video, her little eyes opening, then closing, a tiny, tiny hand waving in the air.

Then she had peed on his Armani.

He had fallen in love with his daughter from her first indignant breath, but in that moment, he adored her attitude.

She was a Luthor, through and through.

Lex sighed as he pulled the Ferrari into the garage, it had been a month since Lexine's birth, and the phone call that had called him back from Metropolis had been welcome news.

"Lex?"

"Yeah?" Lex had been distracted by the fourth quarter financials, and admittedly, not been paying that much attention.

"Lex?"

"Yeah, what?"

"The doctors said it would be okay to have sex again."

Lex stared at the speakerphone. "When?"

"Well, now."

Lex was already throwing the reports into his briefcase. "I'll be there in an hour."

It had been a long, long month.

Lex stopped first in the nursery, confirming with the nanny that Lexine would be asleep for some time to come, covered in the afghan that Lana had knitted her. The shock of red curls stuck out from beneath the covers, and he gently touched her cheek before turning to leave.

Lex all but ran down the hall to their suite, locking the door behind him.

"Clark?" he called, looking for his lover, the father-mother of his daughter.

"In here," came the reply from the master bath. Following the voice, Lex found Clark, submerged in a manly smelling bubble bath in the oversized tub. "Aren't you overdressed?" Clark asked him, wearing only bubbles and a welcomingly lascivious smile.

Business suits were not meant to be removed at a breakneck speed, but Lex wasn't caring about that. He left his clothes in a neat little pile just inside the door, removing his socks before joining Clark in the tub.

Preliminaries were a fantasy at this point, and Lex settled atop Clark, knees resting on either side of his lover's hips. Leaning down, he captured Clark's mouth, twisting at the feel of large hands on his hips, as an insistent tongue played with his own.

"Are you sure?" Lex whispered into his lover's mouth.

"Now, Lex. Jesus. A whole month."

Lex refrained from reminding Clark that it had been three months since they had actually had sex sex, that the doctor's befuddled bemusement over Clark's condition had led them to prohibit the couple from having penetrative sex. While they had worked around that to the best of their abilities and the obstacle of Lexine, growing inside Clark's belly, they had both missed being inside, moving against each other with long, deep strokes, pushing toward ecstasy.

The water was warm and deep, the bubblebath making skin soft as Clark's hands glided over Lex's face, then down his neck and back, cupping his ass, pulling him closer. Opening his eyes, Lex looked into the green eyes of his longtime companion, his legal beneficiary, the birth parent of his child. He slid a hand between them and moved back slightly to work one finger into Clark.

The reaction was instantaneous, Clark shivered, sliding down the side of the tub just a little lower. Lex moved in between his legs and Clark opened wider, his hands still stroking Lex's skin as Lex inserted a second finger. Clark's body was different, looser. Lex felt like he was being pulled in, and moved closer, finding lips and skin both flushed from the warmth of the bath.

Lex pulled back when the first time he stroked against Clark's prostate, Clark howled. "Clark?"

"Oh, god. Do that again," Clark begged him, bearing down slightly on his hand, his eyes huge.

Lex complied, and Clark's hand slid down to encircle his own cock below the water as he rode Lex's fingers. Lex gently stroked his sac, weighing and playing with his balls, tormenting the sensitive skin underneath. With a strangled cry, Clark came, surrounded by warm water and Lex.

Sliding his fingers free, Lex watched hungrily as Clark relaxed further, moving closer. Clark smiled hazily as he opened to Lex, pulling him down. The water buffeting him and Clark helping, Lex pushed inside, not stopping until he was in to the hilt, held tight and hot. Time stood still as they began to move, as Lex began to thrust and Clark moved in the wake, holding on so Lex could keep his balance. In and in and in, reclaiming each other, passion all around them as water overflowed the tub.

Clark was grinning at him when he came, and Lex wrapped himself around him, holding him tight as his spine melted through his cock, deep into his lover.

When he could think and breathe at the same time again, Lex kissed the shoulder he was leaning against. He idly played with a nipple, able to feel the softness of the milk sacs underneath. A stray thought crossed his mind and he stiffened. "Clark?"

"Mmmm?"

"You aren't... you aren't going to get pregnant again, are you?"

The low humming that was coming from deep in Clark's chest stopped, as did the fingers stroking the small of Lex's back.

"Oh my god. It couldn't happen this quickly, could it?"

Lex sighed. This whole alien lover thing was fraught with difficulties. They stood up and rinsed, and Lex led a rather stunned looking Clark to the bed. Wondering if they even had any condoms in the house, he settled into bed with his lover.

Lex looked up from the papers he and his father were looking over when his cell rang. "Lex."

"It's me."

"Yes?"

Lionel looked up at him, raising an eyebrow almost to his hairline. Bastard, Lex thought to himself.

"Well, Lexine won't be an only child."

Lex sighed, trying to decide if he was happy or just stunned that something so utterly against the laws of gods and nature could happen twice.

Clark's voice had a tremble in it, and Lex remembered the hormones currently coursing through his lover's veins. "Lex, are you okay?"

"Of course I am, love. It's great."

"Okay," Clark said, sounding a bit relieved. Lex could hear Lexine's soft baby murmurs in the background.

"I'll be home soon."

"We'll be waiting."

Looking up at his father's horrified expression, Lex grinned. "Great news, dad. You're going to be a grandpa, again."

Lionel looked dumbstruck; Lex decided it was very good news.