Title: Choices In the Dark (1/1)
Author: Dannyblue
Email: dannyblue2@yahoo.com
Summary: For Lex Luthor,
life is about options. About choices.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Chloe/Lex.
Disclaimer: SMALLVILLE and its characters do not belong to me. No infringement
is intended, no profit is made.
Distribution: All you have to do is ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Life was all about creating options.
Lex Luthor closed the door,
engaged the lock with a soft 'click'. He couldn't understand why more people
didn't seem to get that. They were happy wandering through life, hoping things
would just fall into place when they needed them to. It never occurred to them
to think ahead, even when it came to the little, seemingly insignificant
things.
The beams of moonlight, flowing through the blinds like liquid silver, weren't
enough to truly see by. But Lex had become quite
familiar with the layout of this room. He knew where every piece of furniture
was, even in the dark. Still, he was careful, just in case there was some stray
bit of something on the floor that he might trip over.
For Lex, creating options was second nature. He just
did it, sometimes without even giving it conscious thought, without knowing why.
Like finding Gabe Sullivan's keys.
Lex returned them, of course…after having copies
made. At the time, he couldn't imagine why he'd need the keys to Gabe's house. But having them gave him an option.
For months, those keys had languished in his safe, unused if not completely
forgotten. Until now.
Gently, Lex lowered himself onto the edge of her bed.
Not that he actually needed to. He'd discovered that she was a very heavy
sleeper. Probably all the coffee she drank during the day. At night, once she
came off that caffeine high, she just crashed.
Head tilted to one side, he studied her. There was moonlight falling across the
top of the bed, so he could see her face, calm and serene in sleep. Her hair,
usually golden blond, was silver blue. She was laying on her stomach tonight,
hands fisted on either side of her head, blankets pushed down to her waist. Her
nightshirt had ridden up so far, the strip of skin at her lower back was
exposed, bare.
Reaching out, Lex tucked a stray strand behind her
ear. He let his hand drop to her back. Then further down, following line of her
spine. When Chloe smiled in her sleep, Lex could not
help smiling a little in return. He wondered how many people knew how ticklish
she was.
His hand settled on that strip of bare skin at her lower back. Her skin was
always so warm. Sometimes it felt like, if he touched her long enough, it would
burn. In addition, if that moment ever came, the pain and pleasure would melt
together in a way that made it impossible to tell one from the other.
Suddenly, she stirred. Moaning softly in her sleep, she started to wriggle, as
if searching for a more comfortable position. As she moved, her warm, silky
skin caressed Lex's palm.
Patiently, Lex watched, waited. He knew that, no
matter how much she stirred, she would not wake up.
As she turned over, his palm slid across her back, her waist, finally coming to
rest on her stomach.
As usual, she did not settle back down right away. A tiny frown puckered her
brow. Her head moved from side to side. She made this sound at the back of her
throat, that almost sound like a whimper.
Sometimes, Lex wondered if it was because he was
here. If a part of her was aware of his presence, and was trying to wake her
up.
Slowly, he leaned over her, hands braced next to her shoulders. Lips close to
her ear, he whispered. ""Shhh.
It's okay. Just a dream."
Her head turned towards his voice, the sound seeming to calm her. As Chloe sank
deeper into sleep, Lex wondered who she thought he
was. Probably some anonymous voice in the dark. One
her sleeping mind trusted, like a child trusts the adult who tells them there
are no monsters under the bed.
As she exhaled with a soft moan, the warmth of her breath tickled the side of Lex's neck, sent a pleasant shiver down his back. He moved
closer, until his lips were almost pressed to her throat, and breathed deep. He
loved the way she smelled. She changed scents as often as she changed
hairstyles, and they all seemed to suit her. Cinnamon.
Vanilla. Rose. Jasmine.
Tonight, she smelled like peaches. Warm, and fresh, and ripe.
This close, he could feel the heat rising from her body. It called to him. Made him want to press his entire length against her.
Closing his eyes, Lex forced himself to lean back,
used the hands braced near her shoulders to push away.
Life was about options. Every night, he chose to push away. But he wondered
what would happen if he made a different choice. And the wondering, the images
that filled his mind, kept him from sleeping at night, made it nearly impossible
to work during the day.
Sighing, Lex stood. Glancing at his watch, he sat in
a chair close to the bed. He still had plenty of time before the household woke
up. Until then, he'd try to be content to watch her sleep.
*****
Chloe lay in bed, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes. Yawning deeply, she
pushed up onto her elbows…and frowned. She had that feeling again. It was a
feeling she'd had almost every morning for the past few weeks. The sense that something in her room was out of place.
Eyes narrowed, she looked around, searching for anything that had been moved,
or something that might be missing. But, as always, she didn't find anything
that wasn't where it was supposed to be.
Finally, she shook her head. It was probably just her imagination. She
definitely had plenty of that.
As Chloe staggered out of bed, she never stopped to wonder how the blankets,
which had been pooled around her waist when she went to sleep, had ended up so
snuggly tucked beneath her chin.
THE END
