Glory in the Sand
Pairing: Chlex (eventually), Chlucas, Lex/others
Rating: R for language and smut.
Summary: This is my sequel to 'Angels Fear to Tread', and I highly recommend you read that first, otherwise this probably won't make too much sense! Basically the story so far is that Chloe got infected by the parasite from 'Rush', and instead of chasing Clark all over town made a much better choice and seduced Lex. She recorded them having sex and tried to blackmail him with it, making him all angry and hurt in the process. Clark showed up, told Lex about the parasite and tried to save the day as per, but Lex sent him to the wrong place and went to get Chloe himself. He took her to the hospital, she got all nasty and scratched him, and didn't remember anything when she woke up. Lex told Lucas all about it and Lucas showed a definite interest in Ms Sullivan. Lex told Lucas to back off and Lucas agreed. I should probably also add that the eps 'Rush' and 'Prodigal Son' are reversed for the purposes of this fic.
So anyway, this time round, Chloe isn't sleeping, Lex is miserable, and they don't see each other for at least a few chapters. Its mainly angsty throughout, probably leading on to a threequel that will be a bit more upbeat. Hope you like, and please R&R, it encourages me to get the next chaps up quicker!
Disclaimer: Yes, indeed I am the owner of WB, but despite my massive power and influence I can't make the writers get Chloe and Lex together. Damn those artists! Damn them! Really, not mine, just for fun, please don't sue. Also, I don't own any of the other billionaires that may or may not show up later!
Archiving: Please ask first. All reviews gratefully received at skeptik@lycos.co.uk
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Prologue
She was walking through Smallville, but for some reason the main street was deserted. Every sound seemed unnaturally amplified, from the clanking of the sign advertising the farmers' market to the beating of her own heart. There was a voice coming from the Talon, indistinct, as if heard through water. Turning her head slowly, she drifted towards the sound, the door to the coffee house opening in front of her. Lana and Clark were talking at the counter, but it wasn't their voices that she could hear. She tried to call out to them but the noise died in her throat, and although she was standing in Clark's line of sight, neither one of them noticed her.
The voice bothered her, for no particular reason. She wanted to watch Lana and Clark, but the sound was calling her toward the old movie theatre at the back of the building. Much as she tried to stay in the same place, she couldn't stop herself drifting through the double doors and into the big, black room. She noticed that the space on the wall usually occupied by the screen instead housed a large old-fashioned looking glass. She was pulled by the voice through the otherwise empty hall, and found herself standing on the platform, looking at her own reflection. She placed her hands on the surface of the mirror, and leaned in to look at herself.
The moment seemed to stretch to infinity, before her reflection pulled slowly away from her, and stepped backwards. She noticed that she was naked, but there was no way to cover herself or to move back from the glass. Although she still stood in the same position, hands against the surface, her reflection was sitting on the edge of something. The area around it was dark, and there seemed to be a kind of black, swirling mist that was obscuring the rest of the room. Her reflection started to touch herself, gently at first, and it was as if she could feel her own hands caressing her. The reflection was looking her straight in the eyes, touching first her breasts and then slipping between her legs. She felt her own ghostly hands doing the same on her side of the mirror.
Suddenly there was quite a different sensation, as she felt long fingers lift her hair and lips touch her neck. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't tell who else was in the room. There was a fragrance in the air that she couldn't quite identify, although she felt like she already knew it well. She saw her own reflection's eyes roll back and close, as she felt strangely familiar hands reach around and cup her breasts, experienced thumbs brushing her nipples repeatedly. The lips on her neck had become a warm tongue running up the sensitive line from her throat to behind her ear. A single word was whispered in her ear, and she realised it was her own name. With slow, deliberate movements, she felt herself pulled back against a firm, strong body, unmistakeable hardness against the cleft of her butt. Her first thought was of Clark, but the voice in her ear turned to soft laughter, and the whisper came again; "No."
She felt herself turned around, and realised that she was now looking out through the mirror at her own body, which still stood, unmoving as a mannequin, hands pressed to the glass. Anxiety began to rise in her as she found herself turned again, and felt the ungiving edge of a table or desk digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks. An invisible body was firmly pushed against hers, and she felt hands grip her around the waist and a tongue flick across her lips. Her head seemed to tip back of its own accord, and the voice said, "Let me". Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth and felt a leisurely tongue explore the inside of her mouth. The sensations that the invisible other were creating in her seemed to run directly to between her legs, and she felt a heat and a need building there.
"Remember." The voice at her ear again, caressing and gentle, but its soothing familiarity did nothing to allay the anxiety growing in her belly or the wetness between her thighs. One of her legs was hooked up over an invisible arm, and she was lifted slightly onto the surface behind her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" was whispered against the damp skin of one breast, as the mouth drew silver patterns around her nipple. There was nothing she could do to confirm or deny the question, before she felt fingers push into her slightly, running the length of her pussy and creating friction against her already swollen clit. Her hands found smooth skin, and she could make out firm muscles under the surface. The fingers were teasing her, bringing her close to the edge of release but then drawing away.
"Please?" she managed, a strangled gasp from her throat. Lips rested against hers, and she felt them smile against her mouth. "Not yet." Nonetheless, the fingers pushed inside her, fully, and she threw her head back at the sensation. Suddenly her eyes were glued to the other side of the mirror, where she could see Pete. He looked shocked and angry, and Lana and Clark drifted up either side of him. Clark's expression was the same as Pete's, but Lana had a half smile on her face and a nasty glint in her eye. The fingers withdrew slightly, then drove back into her, hitting the most sensitive place inside her.
"Chloe?" The insistent voice woke her up, and she nearly cried with frustration when she found herself, yet again, tangled in the sheet on her own bed.
"Chloe? Are you ok?"
She barely restrained herself from screaming at Lana, who was knocking on her door. "Yes!" She managed, without too much venom in her voice. "No thanks to you" she added under her breath, causing a strange sense of deja vu to wash over her.
"What?" Lana sounded genuinely confused, and Chloe could picture her, all concerned and sleepy in her pink shorty pajamas outside her bedroom door. Out of sheer nastiness, she added a pink teddy bear to the picture, before answering.
"Nothing Lana. I just had a nightmare. Sorry to have disturbed you."
"That's ok, Chlo. 'Night." She could hear Lana retreating to her own room down the hall, and hoped against hope that her dad, sleeping next door, hadn't heard her making any weird noises. Turning over, she tried to get back to sleep, but found that the images from her dream kept niggling at her mind.
"Who are you?" she whispered. Staring at the ceiling, she resigned herself to another sleepless night
Pairing: Chlex (eventually), Chlucas, Lex/others
Rating: R for language and smut.
Summary: This is my sequel to 'Angels Fear to Tread', and I highly recommend you read that first, otherwise this probably won't make too much sense! Basically the story so far is that Chloe got infected by the parasite from 'Rush', and instead of chasing Clark all over town made a much better choice and seduced Lex. She recorded them having sex and tried to blackmail him with it, making him all angry and hurt in the process. Clark showed up, told Lex about the parasite and tried to save the day as per, but Lex sent him to the wrong place and went to get Chloe himself. He took her to the hospital, she got all nasty and scratched him, and didn't remember anything when she woke up. Lex told Lucas all about it and Lucas showed a definite interest in Ms Sullivan. Lex told Lucas to back off and Lucas agreed. I should probably also add that the eps 'Rush' and 'Prodigal Son' are reversed for the purposes of this fic.
So anyway, this time round, Chloe isn't sleeping, Lex is miserable, and they don't see each other for at least a few chapters. Its mainly angsty throughout, probably leading on to a threequel that will be a bit more upbeat. Hope you like, and please R&R, it encourages me to get the next chaps up quicker!
Disclaimer: Yes, indeed I am the owner of WB, but despite my massive power and influence I can't make the writers get Chloe and Lex together. Damn those artists! Damn them! Really, not mine, just for fun, please don't sue. Also, I don't own any of the other billionaires that may or may not show up later!
Archiving: Please ask first. All reviews gratefully received at skeptik@lycos.co.uk
******************************************************************
Prologue
She was walking through Smallville, but for some reason the main street was deserted. Every sound seemed unnaturally amplified, from the clanking of the sign advertising the farmers' market to the beating of her own heart. There was a voice coming from the Talon, indistinct, as if heard through water. Turning her head slowly, she drifted towards the sound, the door to the coffee house opening in front of her. Lana and Clark were talking at the counter, but it wasn't their voices that she could hear. She tried to call out to them but the noise died in her throat, and although she was standing in Clark's line of sight, neither one of them noticed her.
The voice bothered her, for no particular reason. She wanted to watch Lana and Clark, but the sound was calling her toward the old movie theatre at the back of the building. Much as she tried to stay in the same place, she couldn't stop herself drifting through the double doors and into the big, black room. She noticed that the space on the wall usually occupied by the screen instead housed a large old-fashioned looking glass. She was pulled by the voice through the otherwise empty hall, and found herself standing on the platform, looking at her own reflection. She placed her hands on the surface of the mirror, and leaned in to look at herself.
The moment seemed to stretch to infinity, before her reflection pulled slowly away from her, and stepped backwards. She noticed that she was naked, but there was no way to cover herself or to move back from the glass. Although she still stood in the same position, hands against the surface, her reflection was sitting on the edge of something. The area around it was dark, and there seemed to be a kind of black, swirling mist that was obscuring the rest of the room. Her reflection started to touch herself, gently at first, and it was as if she could feel her own hands caressing her. The reflection was looking her straight in the eyes, touching first her breasts and then slipping between her legs. She felt her own ghostly hands doing the same on her side of the mirror.
Suddenly there was quite a different sensation, as she felt long fingers lift her hair and lips touch her neck. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't tell who else was in the room. There was a fragrance in the air that she couldn't quite identify, although she felt like she already knew it well. She saw her own reflection's eyes roll back and close, as she felt strangely familiar hands reach around and cup her breasts, experienced thumbs brushing her nipples repeatedly. The lips on her neck had become a warm tongue running up the sensitive line from her throat to behind her ear. A single word was whispered in her ear, and she realised it was her own name. With slow, deliberate movements, she felt herself pulled back against a firm, strong body, unmistakeable hardness against the cleft of her butt. Her first thought was of Clark, but the voice in her ear turned to soft laughter, and the whisper came again; "No."
She felt herself turned around, and realised that she was now looking out through the mirror at her own body, which still stood, unmoving as a mannequin, hands pressed to the glass. Anxiety began to rise in her as she found herself turned again, and felt the ungiving edge of a table or desk digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks. An invisible body was firmly pushed against hers, and she felt hands grip her around the waist and a tongue flick across her lips. Her head seemed to tip back of its own accord, and the voice said, "Let me". Unable to stop herself, she opened her mouth and felt a leisurely tongue explore the inside of her mouth. The sensations that the invisible other were creating in her seemed to run directly to between her legs, and she felt a heat and a need building there.
"Remember." The voice at her ear again, caressing and gentle, but its soothing familiarity did nothing to allay the anxiety growing in her belly or the wetness between her thighs. One of her legs was hooked up over an invisible arm, and she was lifted slightly onto the surface behind her. "Are you sure this is what you want?" was whispered against the damp skin of one breast, as the mouth drew silver patterns around her nipple. There was nothing she could do to confirm or deny the question, before she felt fingers push into her slightly, running the length of her pussy and creating friction against her already swollen clit. Her hands found smooth skin, and she could make out firm muscles under the surface. The fingers were teasing her, bringing her close to the edge of release but then drawing away.
"Please?" she managed, a strangled gasp from her throat. Lips rested against hers, and she felt them smile against her mouth. "Not yet." Nonetheless, the fingers pushed inside her, fully, and she threw her head back at the sensation. Suddenly her eyes were glued to the other side of the mirror, where she could see Pete. He looked shocked and angry, and Lana and Clark drifted up either side of him. Clark's expression was the same as Pete's, but Lana had a half smile on her face and a nasty glint in her eye. The fingers withdrew slightly, then drove back into her, hitting the most sensitive place inside her.
"Chloe?" The insistent voice woke her up, and she nearly cried with frustration when she found herself, yet again, tangled in the sheet on her own bed.
"Chloe? Are you ok?"
She barely restrained herself from screaming at Lana, who was knocking on her door. "Yes!" She managed, without too much venom in her voice. "No thanks to you" she added under her breath, causing a strange sense of deja vu to wash over her.
"What?" Lana sounded genuinely confused, and Chloe could picture her, all concerned and sleepy in her pink shorty pajamas outside her bedroom door. Out of sheer nastiness, she added a pink teddy bear to the picture, before answering.
"Nothing Lana. I just had a nightmare. Sorry to have disturbed you."
"That's ok, Chlo. 'Night." She could hear Lana retreating to her own room down the hall, and hoped against hope that her dad, sleeping next door, hadn't heard her making any weird noises. Turning over, she tried to get back to sleep, but found that the images from her dream kept niggling at her mind.
"Who are you?" she whispered. Staring at the ceiling, she resigned herself to another sleepless night