Title: A Fleeting Moment
By: louloucn
Pairing: Lex and Lana
Rating: PG13
Synopsis: Lex dreams of Lana…
Note: This is my first Lex and Lana fanfic. It's pretty short but it can be thought as a small stand-alone fic or the prologue of a series of stories that I will be writing of them. I'm not sure about how this is, but please send feedback to me please. That would be helpful. This is an idea that I had stemming from some books that I read and some music that I heard recently. I don't want to give anything away, because I have some plans for them. I just hope that I'll be able to finish this series.
Disclaimer: I own neither Lex or Lana or anything that has to do with Smallville . I just love their characters and write this stuff up for fun.
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His eyes stirred at the sound of the wind that blew at the window. As the trees began to rustle outside, His bleary eyes tried to focus towards the direction of the wind. He was tired but the eerie sound had disturbed his slumber and it was hard to get back to sleep.
Now that he was awake, he opened his eyes very slowly in an attempt to get back to reality. As he rolled his head around and began to sit up from his bed, he thought back to the dream that he was having right before he was suddenly awoken. It had felt so real and still remained so fresh in his mind. Usually when he had dreams, the moment that he woke, he wouldn't be able to remember it specifically. Just bits and pieces, a fleeting moment, a feeling that something happened but you just couldn't put your finger on it.
That night however, he felt completely different. He had remembered everything. He remembered her small hands, her beautiful eyes that seemed to looked right through to your soul, the nape of her porcelain-like neck, and her soft dark hair that just cascaded to nowhere. As he closed his eyes, he tried to will himself to dream once more, to feel her arms about him, touching and stroking him gently, her lips hanging close to his ears, whispering things he would never believe that she would say to him:
* I need you…I want you…*
After her lips left his ear, they had made its way toward his lips, kissing them at first with such tenderness that he had never felt in his life, but as she kissed him further, her kisses became more passionate and her hunger grew. She just pressed her lips on his so desperately and her arms just wrapped around his neck so tightly, but he didn't care. It was just so good to feel a woman touching him again. But this was no ordinary woman. SHE was special.
He'd dreamt about her before but never with such vividness and clarity. It was always this forbidden dream that he would have from time to time, with her standing far way, looking towards him, reaching out to him, as if she was begging for him to come closer. Unfortunately, every time he would try to walk towards her, his feet would be stuck to the ground, immobilized, unable to get anywhere near her. And the dream would end in the same way. He would reach out his arm, reach out towards her as she outstretched her arm out as well. However, as much they tried, they would never be able to touch. He would never be able to touch those perfectly manicured fingers that were calling out to him. And then he'd wake up and she was gone.
He had figured the dream would always end that since there was no way in the world he was living in that he could ever be with her. She was just too fragile, too pure, too innocent for him to corrupt and harm. And lastly, in some strange way or another, he always knew that she belonged to HIM. Him being his very best friend. Despite what had happened over time, despite the change of heart, he couldn't bring himself to pursue her because for some bizarre reason, he could only see her as his best friend's girl. I mean, he had helped out countless of times to bring them together for god's sakes! How could he even think of moving in on her now? There was no way. She was untouchable.
Even as the countless reasons why he could never be with her began to mount in his head, the moment his mind began to wander back to the dream, all the logical reasons flew out the window.
As she delicately stroked his bare head and kissed his forehead, the sweet vanilla smell of hair and body fogged up his senses, and all sense of reality and time were gone. All that was left was her. Even now, as he thought back to her, the intoxicating smell of her was ever so clear to him. Just the thought of it made his heart beat a little faster and his body warm.
With her fragrant scent of vanilla embedded in his memory, there was no way that he could even get back to reality. His mind was too preoccupied by the dream and he wanted it that way.
Her hands traveled towards his neck and his collar as she laid small butterfly kisses on his collarbone. She moved her right fingertip lightly down his shirt towards his belt buckle and moved it back up again, as she began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt. She could feel his heart beating faster so she whispered in his ear to calm his fears:
*Touch me… kiss me… I want you to…don't be afraid of me…I know you want this as much as I do*
With those words, he suddenly held her delicate face in his hands and looked at her blue eyes looking back at him. As he gazed down at them, he knew that she was speaking the truth and he knew what to do. As he bent down to kiss her, he let go of all control and let his heart fly free.
As his kisses deepened, she continued to unbutton his dark blue shirt. In return, he pulled off her soft pink cardigan off of her shoulders and kissed her now bare shoulder. He wiggled out of his shirt as she did the same with her cardigan, however, their lips still remained on each other's lips, both unwilling to tear apart.
Now with his chest bare and naked in front of her, she broke away from his lips and looked up at him with a little smile. From the very beginning, that sweet, yet slightly coy smile had bewitched him and now he could fully say that all she had to do was give him that smile and he would let her do anything that she pleased.
And all that she wanted in that moment was to kiss his chest. Her lips and hands traveled down his firm and slightly toned body. He moaned softly and licked his lips slightly at her touch. He just couldn't help himself. He then put his hands on her waist and slowly got her to stand up straight. He looked down at her once more and stared into her eyes. A moment of silence passed between them as he wondered if she had enough magic to both bewitch him and read his thoughts at the same time. Did she know what was running through his mind?
~Do you even know how you mean to me? That I adore every part of you?
She then put her hands around his neck, as if she knew what he was thinking and she, by some miracle, was thinking the exact same thing. He slowly moved his hands down the legs of her khakis towards her thighs and proceeded to pick her up, with her wrapping her legs tightly around him, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
They looked at each other once more, their eyes expressing their sweltering attraction for one another. And this time, they weren't going to deny it. She moved her hands up the nape of his neck and stroked his head once more, pulling herself in for another kiss. He, in turn, slowly started to step backwards, as he carefully began to pull up her white tank top and started to draw her back into the darkness….
The wind began to blow louder as they pulled him back to reality. His eyes quickly opened. He looked out at the bleakness outside and saw that it was still pitch black outside. The night had not ended. He sighed heavily as he was once again forced back into the world and away from her. He had been able to go back to her this time and he had not want to leave his dream world again, even if it wasn't real. Every touch and movement felt real. It felt as if she was really there. The details and nuances were so fresh in his mind….
He looked out at the window again, and the reality of his situation, of his life began to sink in. He was probably destined to be alone, as he had always thought. And despite all of his efforts, despite all of his wishes and dreams, he would end up without love and robbed of all emotion in the world, becoming the bitter, vindictive son of a bitch that his father had become. His heart weighed heavily in his chest as all sense of hope seemed to crumble to him, All he could do now was wait and see. He gave out another heavy sigh as he sat up once more and prop himself on the backboard of his bed.
~I guess it was too much to even hope that it was real…but it felt so re…
A soft whisper interrupted his thoughts again. ~What is with that damn wind? As he was about to rise to close the damn window once and for all, he body froze as he realized the whisper he had heard was not the wind at all. He sat very still now as the soft sound continued. He looked over to his side and it took all of his will not to gasp in realization. His heart began to beat faster and faster and it felt so loud that he thought his heart would burst. There, lying beneath the sheets, was her, his sweet Lana. He pulled back the sheets and comforter that covered her. There revealed his beautiful girl, with her exquisite naked back was exposed to him, the soft skin too irresistible not to touch. He gently fingered the arch of her back as she laid there, smiling in her deep slumber.
So it hadn't been a dream…the whole experience was real…all he wanted to do was to pinch himself just to make sure that this wasn't a dream as well. That there she was, his Lana, with her hands and head propped unto a pillow, lying right by his side, body and soul. He didn't remember how this came about or how it even happened. All he knew was that he didn't want to awaken her, in fear that all of this sweetness would cease to exist. Instead, he slowly moved his body down into the sheets and laid on his side. He lightly stroked her dark hair away from her face so that he could see her and touched her soft sweet skin again. He then moved closer to her as he gently kissed her shoulder, and then breathed her in, letting her scent intoxicate him again.
By: louloucn
Pairing: Lex and Lana
Rating: PG13
Synopsis: Lex dreams of Lana…
Note: This is my first Lex and Lana fanfic. It's pretty short but it can be thought as a small stand-alone fic or the prologue of a series of stories that I will be writing of them. I'm not sure about how this is, but please send feedback to me please. That would be helpful. This is an idea that I had stemming from some books that I read and some music that I heard recently. I don't want to give anything away, because I have some plans for them. I just hope that I'll be able to finish this series.
Disclaimer: I own neither Lex or Lana or anything that has to do with Smallville . I just love their characters and write this stuff up for fun.
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His eyes stirred at the sound of the wind that blew at the window. As the trees began to rustle outside, His bleary eyes tried to focus towards the direction of the wind. He was tired but the eerie sound had disturbed his slumber and it was hard to get back to sleep.
Now that he was awake, he opened his eyes very slowly in an attempt to get back to reality. As he rolled his head around and began to sit up from his bed, he thought back to the dream that he was having right before he was suddenly awoken. It had felt so real and still remained so fresh in his mind. Usually when he had dreams, the moment that he woke, he wouldn't be able to remember it specifically. Just bits and pieces, a fleeting moment, a feeling that something happened but you just couldn't put your finger on it.
That night however, he felt completely different. He had remembered everything. He remembered her small hands, her beautiful eyes that seemed to looked right through to your soul, the nape of her porcelain-like neck, and her soft dark hair that just cascaded to nowhere. As he closed his eyes, he tried to will himself to dream once more, to feel her arms about him, touching and stroking him gently, her lips hanging close to his ears, whispering things he would never believe that she would say to him:
* I need you…I want you…*
After her lips left his ear, they had made its way toward his lips, kissing them at first with such tenderness that he had never felt in his life, but as she kissed him further, her kisses became more passionate and her hunger grew. She just pressed her lips on his so desperately and her arms just wrapped around his neck so tightly, but he didn't care. It was just so good to feel a woman touching him again. But this was no ordinary woman. SHE was special.
He'd dreamt about her before but never with such vividness and clarity. It was always this forbidden dream that he would have from time to time, with her standing far way, looking towards him, reaching out to him, as if she was begging for him to come closer. Unfortunately, every time he would try to walk towards her, his feet would be stuck to the ground, immobilized, unable to get anywhere near her. And the dream would end in the same way. He would reach out his arm, reach out towards her as she outstretched her arm out as well. However, as much they tried, they would never be able to touch. He would never be able to touch those perfectly manicured fingers that were calling out to him. And then he'd wake up and she was gone.
He had figured the dream would always end that since there was no way in the world he was living in that he could ever be with her. She was just too fragile, too pure, too innocent for him to corrupt and harm. And lastly, in some strange way or another, he always knew that she belonged to HIM. Him being his very best friend. Despite what had happened over time, despite the change of heart, he couldn't bring himself to pursue her because for some bizarre reason, he could only see her as his best friend's girl. I mean, he had helped out countless of times to bring them together for god's sakes! How could he even think of moving in on her now? There was no way. She was untouchable.
Even as the countless reasons why he could never be with her began to mount in his head, the moment his mind began to wander back to the dream, all the logical reasons flew out the window.
As she delicately stroked his bare head and kissed his forehead, the sweet vanilla smell of hair and body fogged up his senses, and all sense of reality and time were gone. All that was left was her. Even now, as he thought back to her, the intoxicating smell of her was ever so clear to him. Just the thought of it made his heart beat a little faster and his body warm.
With her fragrant scent of vanilla embedded in his memory, there was no way that he could even get back to reality. His mind was too preoccupied by the dream and he wanted it that way.
Her hands traveled towards his neck and his collar as she laid small butterfly kisses on his collarbone. She moved her right fingertip lightly down his shirt towards his belt buckle and moved it back up again, as she began to unbutton the buttons on his shirt. She could feel his heart beating faster so she whispered in his ear to calm his fears:
*Touch me… kiss me… I want you to…don't be afraid of me…I know you want this as much as I do*
With those words, he suddenly held her delicate face in his hands and looked at her blue eyes looking back at him. As he gazed down at them, he knew that she was speaking the truth and he knew what to do. As he bent down to kiss her, he let go of all control and let his heart fly free.
As his kisses deepened, she continued to unbutton his dark blue shirt. In return, he pulled off her soft pink cardigan off of her shoulders and kissed her now bare shoulder. He wiggled out of his shirt as she did the same with her cardigan, however, their lips still remained on each other's lips, both unwilling to tear apart.
Now with his chest bare and naked in front of her, she broke away from his lips and looked up at him with a little smile. From the very beginning, that sweet, yet slightly coy smile had bewitched him and now he could fully say that all she had to do was give him that smile and he would let her do anything that she pleased.
And all that she wanted in that moment was to kiss his chest. Her lips and hands traveled down his firm and slightly toned body. He moaned softly and licked his lips slightly at her touch. He just couldn't help himself. He then put his hands on her waist and slowly got her to stand up straight. He looked down at her once more and stared into her eyes. A moment of silence passed between them as he wondered if she had enough magic to both bewitch him and read his thoughts at the same time. Did she know what was running through his mind?
~Do you even know how you mean to me? That I adore every part of you?
She then put her hands around his neck, as if she knew what he was thinking and she, by some miracle, was thinking the exact same thing. He slowly moved his hands down the legs of her khakis towards her thighs and proceeded to pick her up, with her wrapping her legs tightly around him, knowing exactly what he had in mind.
They looked at each other once more, their eyes expressing their sweltering attraction for one another. And this time, they weren't going to deny it. She moved her hands up the nape of his neck and stroked his head once more, pulling herself in for another kiss. He, in turn, slowly started to step backwards, as he carefully began to pull up her white tank top and started to draw her back into the darkness….
The wind began to blow louder as they pulled him back to reality. His eyes quickly opened. He looked out at the bleakness outside and saw that it was still pitch black outside. The night had not ended. He sighed heavily as he was once again forced back into the world and away from her. He had been able to go back to her this time and he had not want to leave his dream world again, even if it wasn't real. Every touch and movement felt real. It felt as if she was really there. The details and nuances were so fresh in his mind….
He looked out at the window again, and the reality of his situation, of his life began to sink in. He was probably destined to be alone, as he had always thought. And despite all of his efforts, despite all of his wishes and dreams, he would end up without love and robbed of all emotion in the world, becoming the bitter, vindictive son of a bitch that his father had become. His heart weighed heavily in his chest as all sense of hope seemed to crumble to him, All he could do now was wait and see. He gave out another heavy sigh as he sat up once more and prop himself on the backboard of his bed.
~I guess it was too much to even hope that it was real…but it felt so re…
A soft whisper interrupted his thoughts again. ~What is with that damn wind? As he was about to rise to close the damn window once and for all, he body froze as he realized the whisper he had heard was not the wind at all. He sat very still now as the soft sound continued. He looked over to his side and it took all of his will not to gasp in realization. His heart began to beat faster and faster and it felt so loud that he thought his heart would burst. There, lying beneath the sheets, was her, his sweet Lana. He pulled back the sheets and comforter that covered her. There revealed his beautiful girl, with her exquisite naked back was exposed to him, the soft skin too irresistible not to touch. He gently fingered the arch of her back as she laid there, smiling in her deep slumber.
So it hadn't been a dream…the whole experience was real…all he wanted to do was to pinch himself just to make sure that this wasn't a dream as well. That there she was, his Lana, with her hands and head propped unto a pillow, lying right by his side, body and soul. He didn't remember how this came about or how it even happened. All he knew was that he didn't want to awaken her, in fear that all of this sweetness would cease to exist. Instead, he slowly moved his body down into the sheets and laid on his side. He lightly stroked her dark hair away from her face so that he could see her and touched her soft sweet skin again. He then moved closer to her as he gently kissed her shoulder, and then breathed her in, letting her scent intoxicate him again.