TITLE: Funny, The Things You Find On A Computer
AUTHOR: Faith Alana Alastair (formerly published as Rick MacLeod)
DISCLAIMER: I'm not Siegel or Schuster, nor am I Millar and Gough.
FANDOM: Smallville
PAIRING: Well, seeā¦
RATING: PG-13 for sexual themes.
SUMMARY/PROMPT: A long time ago on a Livejournal far, far away, a chick named moosesal asked for this.
SPOILERS: None.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just a repost, I didn't change a thing.
FEEDBACK: Please, let me know what you think.
DISTRIBUTION: Want...Ask...Have
Chloe sat at her computer in the Torch, tapping furiously about the latest strange event to grace her journalistic urges. She sat back, pinching the bridge of her nose, and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, and felt feather-soft lips brush hers. Opening them, she stared into Lana's crystal clear greens. Lana lifted a finger to her lips, then ran it down Chloe's, rubbing the lower lip sensually.
Chloe breathed in sharply, and leaned forward, a sudden jolt of courage fueled by passion taking over her better judgment. She pressed her lips to Lana's, kneading gently, sliding her tongue over them. Lana parted her lips slightly, and Chloe slipped her tongue between them, running it over teeth, tongue, twisting and twirling with Lana's. After a mere moment's hesitation, Lana's tongue began twining with Chloe's, her arms slipping around the journalist.
"I didn't figure you for the snooping type, Clark." Clark spun around from Chloe's computer, to find Lex standing in the doorway, a bemused smirk on his face. "I thought that was more Ms. Sullivan's forte."
Clark's mouth opened and closed again, unable to think of a reason he'd read even that far. He should have closed out the file immediately, no, he should actually have never opened it to begin with. It was marked **PRIVATE** after all. Still, Lex was standing there, looking all cool, and amused, and it was sexy as hell. "I was, uh, I was looking for a file."
Lex moved smoothly further into the office, reaching down without looking and pressing the power button on Chloe's computer. "Well, whatever you did find, it's got you a little worked up. Why don't you let me give you a ride home?"
Clark got into Lex's newest car, and leaning over to stuff his long legs under the dash, his fingers brushed Lex's on the gear shaft. "Which home, Lex?" Clark had waited until they'd gotten out of the school to ask the question his tightening crotch was already awaiting the answer to. Lex started the car, and shifted, turning towards Clark. "I thought we were beyond the tired 'your place or mine', Clark. But since you asked..." Lex trailed off, brushing his hand over Clark's jeans, and threw the car into gear, screaming out of the parking lot.
Lex pulled into the driveway of the mansion, and Clark followed him in the back entrance and up the stairs to a room most people never saw. Japanese decor, sparse yet tastefully done, the master bedroom spoke of simpler things than most people knew Lex to be. Clark stripped off his jacket, leaning forward and kissing Lex roughly, eagerly. Lex loosened his tie, and pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. Clark pulled Lex to him, roughly, and Lex whispered loudly. "Show me what you're made of, Clark. Show me who you really are." Clark winced for a minute, before taking the plunge, and undressing Lex and himself with super-speed.
"What are you writing, Chloe?" Chloe looked up, eyes wide, and snapped her laptop shut. "Nothing, Clark. Nothing at all." Chloe colored, realizing that these stories she couldn't help herself from writing were going to get her into trouble one day. She picked up her laptop, slid it into her bag, and stood. "Give me a ride home?"
