This starts with the final scene between Lex and Lana after the charity ball in episode 6.03. Lana's POV.
"That is definitely a night of firsts," Lex states when we enter the mansion, taking my hand."How's that?" I ask curiously.
My light tone wasn't pretentious but my heart nervously skips a beat. I have been so comfortable at his side all evening, even grateful for his steady arm giving me something to hold on to. The way he introduced me to the rich and mighty in the room made clear I am more than just the recent bimbo but it have been his eloquence and his resilience to provocative comments and looks which made me aware that I was with a man, not a boy. Next to him, I feel like a grown woman like never before.
Still, I wonder if I am ready to go all the way with him.
"Well, it was the first time I ever danced on my extreme pretentious founding," he explains while we walk in direction of the living room. I chuckle and lean into him, seeking closeness which makes him instantly smile.
"And it's the first time I ever felt this satisfied," he goes on when we enter the warm room.
"I was half expecting the word happy coming out of your mouth," I admit teasingly and take a quick step to get in front of him to see his reaction.
"Happiness is just a feeling of euphoria," he replies. "It's your brain chemistry go into overdrive. That's why so many relationships fail when the honeymoon ends and the reality sets in."
Typical.
"Wow," I grin, "have you always been such a romantic?"
Gotcha! He breaks into a wide sheepish smile which tells me he feels caught. A rush of affection for him makes me burst into a happy laughter. I take his hand, feeling the need to be closer to him.
"Okay, if you were any other women," he confesses and pulls me along, "I would say anything you'd expect to hear right now. But you're not, okay? You're not like anyone else."
"Well, be careful," I say when we step in front of the fireplace. My heart beats faster when I decide to say out loud the bold reply which popped into my mind. "Because I am dangerously close to being satisfied."
His expression turns more serious and I can tell he is not sure if I actually intended so make it sound so lusciously. A hint of lust works its way into his eyes.
"Then my evil plan has worked," he answers with a slickening voice observing my reaction closely.
I can't help but giggle which he interprets in the wrong way. His head goes up and the lust is gone.
"What made you change your mind about grazing my arm today?" Lex asks curiously, changing the subject.
"Life," I answer deciding to reinstate the electricity, suddenly aware of how much I want this relationship with Lex and everything that goes with it. "Wanting to live it."
I reach for the clasps of his costume to loosen the red cape.
"What are you doing?" he murmurs with lust hooded eyes but still insecure about my intentions.
Instead of an answer I open the clasps and remove his armour. There is something metaphoric about this moment, I notice. When I look into his face I can see the same thought behind his eyes. I am about to take off his armour, making him vulnerable by letting himself give in to a weakness.
I rip his shirt open, my eyes and fingertips grazing over his well-defined chest when I take the shirt off. I can still feel the insecurity of him radiating towards me as if he is unsure to take action, as if yet afraid to scare me away. My heart beats fast in my chest.
I stretch my neck to kiss him and wrap my arms around his neck. He responds immediately and pulls me close. Our lips meet, caress each other. Part. Meet again. I can taste his breath on my tongue and I inhale his scent. His skin feels soft under my touch and Lex feels warm and comfortable against me. With every kiss now I open my mouth a little more, feeling the need to meet his tongue with mine. Desire rushes through me and choosing to stop waiting for it to happen, I part his lips, letting my tongue slip into his mouth. The touch of the soft flesh sends another wave of lust through my body.
He carefully turns me away from the fireplace and pulls away. For a second, I am scared he will reject me but instead, he reaches for the spot where the straps of my white dress are knotted. I bend my neck and he loosens the knot. The upper part of my dress falls to my hips, leaving me with a feeling of being exposed. I take a deep breath, my heart skipping a beat while his gaze travels over my breasts.
Our eyes meet and he gives me an affectionate little smile which tells me, he likes what he sees.
I step on my toes and our lips meet again. He tucks on my upper lip, pulling me closer and stroking the skin of my back. This time, he opens my mouth and his tongue caressing mine sends another jolt down my spine, making me burn with desire and wild expectation.
The undressing part above the waist is always easy and smooth. The thought of the things that will would come after that makes me suddenly aware of my lack of experience.
With Clark, it had been easier because he had been just as new to the whole subject as I had. There had been no one to compare me with. But Lex has been with many women who probably knew exactly what to do. What if I turn out to be … bad?
"Lana?" Lex whispers, realising my kisses have gone softer and distracted. He pulls slightly away to look at my face. "Are you okay?" He scans me concerned, his hands still on my back.
I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. "Yes," I ensure him and lock eyes with him. "I'm just more nervous than I thought I'd be."
"Lana, we can stop right here," he says quietly. "It doesn't change how I feel about you. There is no need to rush into something you might regret tomorrow."
"I won't. I'm all in this relationship with you," I promise, loosening one hand from his neck to put it on his cheek. I stroke over his face, let my hand wander across his bold smooth scalp. "And as I said, I want to live it." I pull him closer until I can feel his breath on my face. "Every aspect of it," I close, giving him an intense look while placing a tiny soft kiss on his upper lip.
His eyes are suddenly burning and the anticipation sends a warm electric wave down my spine. He bends down and captures my mouth with his. He holds me tightly, one hand in my hair, the other one travels down to my butt. Gently, but forcefully he pulls me against him until I can feel his arousal through the layers of fabric. The touch of our tongues ends up in a passionate fight for dominance. I cling to him, my hard nipples deliciously rubbing against his chest.
His hand is wandering up, lingering on my waist – way too far away to where I want it. I open up to the side to give him access and Lex takes the hint. I break away from the kiss to catch my breath but it gets stuck in my throat when he cups my right breast with his hand. His thumb works slowly over my nipple and a moan escapes me. I hear him smiling while leaving open mouthed kisses, trailing down my neck.
His other hand leaves my neck and finds my other breast. He synchronises the circling movements of his thumbs across my nipples, making me whimper. He kisses further down, cupping one of my breasts with his mouth.
My lap is burning hot with desire and every inch of my body feels alive with a hunger, I never felt before. My nails are digging into Lex's shoulders and my knees feel weak.
Lex bends down until he kneels before me. He reaches around me to open the zipper of my dress and shoves it down. He watches me as he slips his thumbs into the fabric of my white lace panties on each side of my hips, waiting for a signal of mine. I cup his face with my hands, smile while taking a deep breath and give him a tiny nod. He pulls my last piece of fabric down but never breaks eye contact with me. As the panties are down to my ankles, I step out of it, my eyes still locked with his.
Never in my life, I have been so exposed and never before I have felt so empowered by the way a man has looked at me. Like every other girl my age, I have had my issues with my body. But at this very moment, I feel like a goddess.
Lex is kneeling before me, his gaze scanning my body up and down. His fingertips graze over the backside of my thighs. He looks at me with longing, but also with a strange kind of fascination which makes me aware of how few true relationships he must have had and how much power this grants me. I know, in this moment, I could demand anything I want of him – a thought that slightly frightens me.
I sink down to my knees to be on an equal level with him again, take his face into my hands and kiss him deeply. I caress his chest, drawing lines down to his navel with my fingertips. I deepen the kiss further while removing the roman skirt. He bends a little back to open the clasps of the leather calf armour but comes back immediately to pull me against him. Our tongues meet halfway, caressing each other while my hands travel to his backside. I slip into his black tight boxers, cup his butt cheeks and cling to him until he moans by the pressure to his erection.
He suddenly lifts me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. He moves forward, then gently puts me down to the carpet. He leans on his left arm, while his right finds my breast again. After a few careful teasing strokes, he reaches down between my legs.
I inhale sharply with anticipation and my head rolls back. Another strange sound escapes me as he starts stroking my wet folds. I close my eyes and give in to the relaxing sensation. As he enters me with one finger both relief and hunger rush through me. He slowly rubs my inner walls with intense thrusts, his thumb grazing over my clitoris. He adds a second finger and I feel myself opening up to him. His thrusts are getting deeper and faster. I dig my nails into his shoulders, move in sync with his movements. I am helpless and unwilling to break free from the sublime friction.
When he withdraws his fingers, I surprise myself with an almost angry and impatient sound. In shock over my own reaction, my eyes fly open to find at a half self-satisfied smirking, half fascinated looking Lex. I take his face into my hands and pull him into another kiss which turns out to be much gentler than I expected.
His hips are pressed against mine and feeling his length so close to my most sensitive area sends a hot jolt through my belly. His left hand strokes over my hair, his lips work lightly against mine. He really does care about me, I realise. To him, this is as special as it is to me.
The raging desire has cooled down a bit but the electricity is still as vibrant between us. The wave of affection and the need to be close to him is just as strong as the hungry lust which rode me a few seconds ago. I caress the delicate skin of his neck with my fingertips. Our tongues softly meet and circle each other playful but yet tender, making me shiver.
My hands travel down his chest to his back, drawing random lines until I reach the waistband of his boxers. I slip underneath them, place my hands on his butt cheeks and press him against me. The pressure makes him sigh into my mouth before covering my lips fiercely.
As I move against him he breaks the kiss, the breath caught in his throat. He moans slightly against my neck and I pull the fabric down, as far as it is possible for me in this position. He plants a sweet kiss on my neck, another on my lips then pulls himself up to strap down his boxers completely.
I watch him and when he catches me scanning him, he smirks at my open curiosity. I turn my head and nod in direction of the red purse on the desk. While he stretches to reach it, I take the opportunity to look at him again. I get on my knees and Lex jolts in surprise when I touch his manhood with my fingertips. He plants the purse next to me and our eyes lock while I wrap my hand around him, stroking his length up and down. His chest moves heavily as he breathes faster and he is clearly losing the fight against the urge to close his eyes while wanting to watch me.
I feel awfully inexperienced and clumsy but Lex gives no sign of discomfort. His mouth crinkles up in a smile, clearly enjoying himself. His erection twitches as I begin to draw circles on his chest with my other hand. I work my way up to his face and he opens his eyes before kissing me again.
I pull away and turn to the side to open the purse. He cocks one eyebrow as a condom appears in my hand, the question about my preparedness written on his face. I decide to explain later, ignore his outstretched hand and unwrap the condom myself.
He watches me, his eyes dark with lust. I can barely finish rolling the condom onto him before he pulls me in an embrace. His arms are tight and strong around me, his kiss eager and passionate. I cling to him, my arms around his neck.
I find myself lying on the carpet again and the wild hunger for him lights up again. My breath gets caught in my throat when he finally enters me. He fills me out wonderfully. The stretching feels sublime and makes me hungry for more.
The first few thrusts are careful and slow. Lex looks at me, his expression focused and questioning. I capture his mouth with mine, sucking on his upper lip. I demand entrance and he grants it. Desire spreads like hot flames when our tongues meet again.
The touch of the soft warm flesh sends a jolt into my lap and I wrap my legs around his hips while my hands find their way to his butt, urging him into a faster rhythm. He breaks the kiss, no heavily breathing against my neck, following my demand. We move together and I let lose. With every deliciously deep thrust, I exhale in sync with him, moaning by the extraordinary feeling he stirs in me. He moves in and out faster, and I bend underneath him, my nails digging into his flesh as they work across his back.
Suddenly, he reaches down with his hand without breaking the rhythm and his thumb finds my clit. He draws circles across my most sensitive spot, distracting me for a second from the heavenly rub inside me. Another forceful thrust and a tiny addition of pressure to my pleasure spot drive me over the edge. My vision explodes in a white light and I buckle up, crying out as the orgasm wash over me.
Lex gives a loud moan and I feel him climaxing inside me. His length is pulsating, perfectly throbbing to the waves of my own orgasms, slowly dying down. Lex collapses on top of me, his arms on both sides of my head and I close my eyes.
We take a few deep breaths to calm down. Our bodies are covered with sweat. I open my eyes and turn my head slightly to see him looking at me with a beat smile. I smile back and stretch out my hand to caress his face.
My gaze falls on his back and my mouth falls open.
"What?" he asks quietly, then lifting his head to follow my gaze to the red stripes my nails left in his skin. His eyebrows go up in surprise and he smirks. "I had no idea you are such a wildcat."
"Neither did I," I reply, biting my lip embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, Lex."
"Yeah, I really suffered," he teases and relieved I join his chuckle.
Our eyes lock for a second, then he pulls himself up, carefully retreating with his hand on his length to secure the condom. I watch him get up and leaving for the next bathroom while I stretch my arms and legs.
I close my eyes, replaying the last minutes in my head, one hand on my belly, the other one above the dark triangle between my legs. I relive the feeling of him inside of me, the rub of his thumb, his breath on my skin. I smile and sigh by the memory of the climax which was more intense than anything I ever felt before. I can still feel a distant echo of its waves deep within me.
I open my eyes again by the sound of his footsteps as he approaches me. His eyes travel up and down my body, taking his time to examine me.
"Wanna join me in a shower?" he offers.
"Give me a few minutes," I answer, smiling at him.
His smirk flickers. "You're okay?" he wants to know and bends down to kneel beside me.
"Just wonderfully exhausted." I reach for him and my fingertips draw a random pattern on his chest.
He cups my hand with him, mirroring my happy smile. "I'm curious." He nods in direction of the purse. "How long have you been dragging condoms around with you?"
"Since I moved in with you," I admit and he cocks an eyebrow. "Did you think I'd agree to live with you and not consider we might end up in this particular situation?"
"The offer did not come with conditions, Lana," he says, a flicker of frustration in his voice.
I sit up, shaking my head, realising how much he is still afraid of me running off, somehow disbelieving I really want to be with him willingly. "I never thought it did," I ensure him while wrapping my arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his nose.
He pulls me into an embrace and I caress his bold head, stroking the soft skin of his scalp.
"So, how about the shower you promised me?" I whisper into his neck.
Instead of an answer, he gets up, carrying me with my legs around his waist.