Title: THE AFFAIRE
--the 'e' is there to make it look fancy.-
Author: the incredible me "CutelyMagical13"
--the '13' is there to make it look fancy.-
Summary: just an obsessive lil thing between Chloe and Lex. I love that
pairing so if I ever get around to writing anything ever again, it'll most
likely be between these two power-hungry hotties.
Rating: Probly PG-13 because of suggestiveness and language. The language
being mainly my a/n faults. This may go up to R in places depending on how
into it I get.
Disclaimers: I don't know what to say. if you really think I own this stuff
or am trying to claim that I own it, then go ahead and sue me. Trust me,
you won't get much.
This is my first fanfic I've ever bothered to put on the net, so if you do decide to have a little rant at me, be nice. Oh yes, and MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
A spur-of-the-moment, stolen kiss (and a bit more) crammed into a more-than- snug fit in both their busy lifestyles. Their relationship put them in a difficult position. They were passionate about their own professions, but also about one another.
She straightened her dress, their pulsating movements against each other, grabbing, pulling, straining and holding, having destroyed her clean-cut image hours that morning had created.
"Why don't you just give it up?" he asked of her honestly, his bare torso showing from beneath the satin sheets as he stretched languidly on the four- post feather bed. His muscles, unexpected from one with his daily routine, rippled with the motion. She smiled at the sound of his voice. So smooth, so self-confident, and yet, so bare, stripped to the bone. You couldn't help but trust him.
A comb, flicked out neatly from the depths of her handbag, coursed its way through her now-tousled hair. So many knots! You'd think it impossible.
"Give what up, Lex?" She turned to face him now, her hair tamed for the moment. He tapped the mattress next to him, and she sat, accepting the invitation, and planted a kiss on his upturned baby face. Who could resist those eyes?
"What you do. This nonsense, high school, the Torch. Why do you bother, when you could give it all up and have more time to spend with me?"
She drew away sharply, and searched his face for any sign that he was joking. The light reflected off his pure eyes just as it did his hairless cranium.
"Lex, you can't say something like that and mean it."
She shook her head with a hint of pity, turning her back to him. He sat up behind her and rubbed her back, massaging her aching muscles into oblivion.
"Why not? We both know it would be better for both of us if only one of us could be available practically 24/7"
"What, and be 'on call' for you, whenever you get one of your little whims?" Chloe demanded, jerking away from his soothing hands, and standing.
"But Chloe, we could take our relationship further, really get to know one another. You just seemed the logical option. I mean, the suggestion of me giving up what I do is simply ludicrous. For one ---"
"For one it would get you on daddy's extra-bad side, wouldn't it? And then he won't leave you any money when he dies, will he? And that would be tragic, wouldn't it? Because then you would have to get a normal job, like us normal people, and live on a normal wage! A Luthor? Normal? Now that's ludicrous!"
As she was speaking, Chloe had found her shoes, hastily kicked off in excitement, picked up her schoolbag and ensured she had everything, and walked herself to the door.
Lex had dragged himself out of bed and dressed appropriately, shaking his head desperately. "No, Chloe, wait -" he reached a hand out as though to stop her, as he struggled to maintain his balance and put his shoes on while standing.
"Goodbye Lex." Chloe said icily, and shut the expensive, deep oak, handcarved and imported door behind her. Everything in the mansion glittered and winked at her on her way out.
This is my first fanfic I've ever bothered to put on the net, so if you do decide to have a little rant at me, be nice. Oh yes, and MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!! AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
A spur-of-the-moment, stolen kiss (and a bit more) crammed into a more-than- snug fit in both their busy lifestyles. Their relationship put them in a difficult position. They were passionate about their own professions, but also about one another.
She straightened her dress, their pulsating movements against each other, grabbing, pulling, straining and holding, having destroyed her clean-cut image hours that morning had created.
"Why don't you just give it up?" he asked of her honestly, his bare torso showing from beneath the satin sheets as he stretched languidly on the four- post feather bed. His muscles, unexpected from one with his daily routine, rippled with the motion. She smiled at the sound of his voice. So smooth, so self-confident, and yet, so bare, stripped to the bone. You couldn't help but trust him.
A comb, flicked out neatly from the depths of her handbag, coursed its way through her now-tousled hair. So many knots! You'd think it impossible.
"Give what up, Lex?" She turned to face him now, her hair tamed for the moment. He tapped the mattress next to him, and she sat, accepting the invitation, and planted a kiss on his upturned baby face. Who could resist those eyes?
"What you do. This nonsense, high school, the Torch. Why do you bother, when you could give it all up and have more time to spend with me?"
She drew away sharply, and searched his face for any sign that he was joking. The light reflected off his pure eyes just as it did his hairless cranium.
"Lex, you can't say something like that and mean it."
She shook her head with a hint of pity, turning her back to him. He sat up behind her and rubbed her back, massaging her aching muscles into oblivion.
"Why not? We both know it would be better for both of us if only one of us could be available practically 24/7"
"What, and be 'on call' for you, whenever you get one of your little whims?" Chloe demanded, jerking away from his soothing hands, and standing.
"But Chloe, we could take our relationship further, really get to know one another. You just seemed the logical option. I mean, the suggestion of me giving up what I do is simply ludicrous. For one ---"
"For one it would get you on daddy's extra-bad side, wouldn't it? And then he won't leave you any money when he dies, will he? And that would be tragic, wouldn't it? Because then you would have to get a normal job, like us normal people, and live on a normal wage! A Luthor? Normal? Now that's ludicrous!"
As she was speaking, Chloe had found her shoes, hastily kicked off in excitement, picked up her schoolbag and ensured she had everything, and walked herself to the door.
Lex had dragged himself out of bed and dressed appropriately, shaking his head desperately. "No, Chloe, wait -" he reached a hand out as though to stop her, as he struggled to maintain his balance and put his shoes on while standing.
"Goodbye Lex." Chloe said icily, and shut the expensive, deep oak, handcarved and imported door behind her. Everything in the mansion glittered and winked at her on her way out.