This popped into my head tonight whilst I worked on a SickFic. *shakes head* Let those two out to
play and they go mad. *G*
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters of Smallville I'm just
borrowing them for awhile.
Category: Lex/Chloe, Alternate Universe, Post ep for Tempest
Keywords: Lex, Chloe, angst, 1st Person
Spoilers: Light ones for Tempest
Rating: PG 13
For the majority I am a C/Cer obviously *G* but I could *so* see this happening after Tempest. (I
mean yeesh, if Clark ditched me and then I run into Lex...I'm not fightin' it *G*)
Unbeta'd. *G*
"Ohmigod"
by Medie
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Ohmigod.
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod . . .
Oh. My. God.
I cannot believe this. I *cannot* believe this.
Lex Luthor is kissing me. Lex - the guy God goes to for a loan - Luthor is kissing *me*. Me, Chloe
- was Fox Mulder in a past life - Sullivan. He is kissing *me*!!!! He's kissing me and he's
enjoying it! The fact I'm enjoying it is a foregone conclusion but *Lex* is enjoying it and the
evidence of that enjoyment is pressing against me in a way that is quite undeniable and would have
any romance novelist struggling for an accurate description.
One of us moans, or maybe both of us, I've long since lost the ability to figure out where Lex's
mouth leaves off and mine starts, and we press closer. I swear, two bodies couldn't get any closer
and still be clothed. Oh, now there's a thought . . . but since my brain is turning to mush right
now, it's a thought for another time.
I'm not surprised really, but Lex Luthor is a damn good kisser and those hands . . . Those hands
of his are doing things to my body that should quite literally be classified as schedule one
narcotics because I am flying so high at this point, heroin couldn't improve it.
I've never kissed a bald man before and the feeling of smooth scalp beneath my fingers is
strangely erotic. I haven't the slightest clue what it is, but whatever it is, damn I like it.
We pause briefly, both sucking in needed oxygen and then his mouth covers mine again, promptly
stealing that air away. The fleeting thought occurs to me that if my father were to walk in right
now he'd probably faint from shock. But, like the air that previously occupied my lungs, Lex's
kiss steals the thought from me as well and the only thing I"m aware of is the scent of his
disgustingly expensive cologne filling my nostrils and the heat of his body radiating through
mine.
This is quite possibly the best kiss I will ever experience and I have no clue as to why it
happened. All I know is after the tornado, after Clark left, I ended up - and I still don't quite
remember how I got there - at the hospital, standing in a hallway, still in my dress, and feeling
completely and totally out of place as people rushed by.
That's when I saw him. A bandage on his head, his clothing disheveled, and his eyes alight with
some sort of inner fire that I don't ever remember seeing in him before. One thing Lex Luthor is
not, is a man who makes a habit of publically displaying the passion that I'm sure runs in him.
But there it was, on display for anyone to see and it focused on me with a swift, piercing
suddenness that left me feeling like a deer staring down a lion.
I still don't remember him walking down the hallway but he closed the distance between him and
then I was in his arms, pressed up against the wall, and Lex is quite literally kissing me
senseless. In the aftermath of that, I forget everything. I forget the tornado, I forget Clark, I
forget Lana - the world revolves around me - Lang, I forget everything. Everything except the fire
that Lex has lit within me and I offer myself up to it.
I don't know where this leads or what it means but I know one thing.
I don't want it to stop.
Finis
play and they go mad. *G*
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters of Smallville I'm just
borrowing them for awhile.
Category: Lex/Chloe, Alternate Universe, Post ep for Tempest
Keywords: Lex, Chloe, angst, 1st Person
Spoilers: Light ones for Tempest
Rating: PG 13
For the majority I am a C/Cer obviously *G* but I could *so* see this happening after Tempest. (I
mean yeesh, if Clark ditched me and then I run into Lex...I'm not fightin' it *G*)
Unbeta'd. *G*
"Ohmigod"
by Medie
-------------
Ohmigod.
Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod . . .
Oh. My. God.
I cannot believe this. I *cannot* believe this.
Lex Luthor is kissing me. Lex - the guy God goes to for a loan - Luthor is kissing *me*. Me, Chloe
- was Fox Mulder in a past life - Sullivan. He is kissing *me*!!!! He's kissing me and he's
enjoying it! The fact I'm enjoying it is a foregone conclusion but *Lex* is enjoying it and the
evidence of that enjoyment is pressing against me in a way that is quite undeniable and would have
any romance novelist struggling for an accurate description.
One of us moans, or maybe both of us, I've long since lost the ability to figure out where Lex's
mouth leaves off and mine starts, and we press closer. I swear, two bodies couldn't get any closer
and still be clothed. Oh, now there's a thought . . . but since my brain is turning to mush right
now, it's a thought for another time.
I'm not surprised really, but Lex Luthor is a damn good kisser and those hands . . . Those hands
of his are doing things to my body that should quite literally be classified as schedule one
narcotics because I am flying so high at this point, heroin couldn't improve it.
I've never kissed a bald man before and the feeling of smooth scalp beneath my fingers is
strangely erotic. I haven't the slightest clue what it is, but whatever it is, damn I like it.
We pause briefly, both sucking in needed oxygen and then his mouth covers mine again, promptly
stealing that air away. The fleeting thought occurs to me that if my father were to walk in right
now he'd probably faint from shock. But, like the air that previously occupied my lungs, Lex's
kiss steals the thought from me as well and the only thing I"m aware of is the scent of his
disgustingly expensive cologne filling my nostrils and the heat of his body radiating through
mine.
This is quite possibly the best kiss I will ever experience and I have no clue as to why it
happened. All I know is after the tornado, after Clark left, I ended up - and I still don't quite
remember how I got there - at the hospital, standing in a hallway, still in my dress, and feeling
completely and totally out of place as people rushed by.
That's when I saw him. A bandage on his head, his clothing disheveled, and his eyes alight with
some sort of inner fire that I don't ever remember seeing in him before. One thing Lex Luthor is
not, is a man who makes a habit of publically displaying the passion that I'm sure runs in him.
But there it was, on display for anyone to see and it focused on me with a swift, piercing
suddenness that left me feeling like a deer staring down a lion.
I still don't remember him walking down the hallway but he closed the distance between him and
then I was in his arms, pressed up against the wall, and Lex is quite literally kissing me
senseless. In the aftermath of that, I forget everything. I forget the tornado, I forget Clark, I
forget Lana - the world revolves around me - Lang, I forget everything. Everything except the fire
that Lex has lit within me and I offer myself up to it.
I don't know where this leads or what it means but I know one thing.
I don't want it to stop.
Finis