Disclaimer: Here's a shock: I don't own any of these characters. I'm doing this for my own amusement and no infringement is intended.
A/N: This is set in the future, but jumps around, giving a few glimpses into Lex and Chloe's life together. Keep in mind that the chapters won't be going in any chronological order (or any other sort of order for that matter).
"Chloe."
I look up and yeah, he is standing in front of my desk, and I smile at first, but then I see the look on his face. It's not horribly different from the usual look he gives me-his face neutral as can be, but his eyes betraying his love. Today though, there's that tinge of 'you're not going to like this,' accompanying it.
"I take it tonight's a no-go?" I ask, as he rounds my desk, kisses my cheek and sits in the chair on the side of the desk.
"Something came up."
It's not a big deal, I try to tell myself. But I was excited for tonight. He's been busy lately-more than usual. I bought a new dress, new lingerie-I got my nails done for God's sake.
I smile as best I can, and I have to admit, it takes some work because I just want to cry, "It's okay."
He shakes his head, "No, it's not. I've done this to you twice in the last month."
"I know you wouldn't cancel if it weren't important," I say, and I don't know if I say it for him or myself.
His fingers intertwine with mine and he lifts our hands to his lips, "I'm sorry," he says and I can see that he truly does mean it, "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
It's a nice notion, and he'll compensate for his guilt by bringing something shiny home tonight and wake me when he comes home in the early morning hours. He'll look awful and I'll feel bad because he feels bad-worse because he's so tired and generally looking beat to hell. He'll make me open the box then and there and I do, because it will make him feel better. He'll make me feel better in the morning, bringing me breakfast in bed, that I know he made himself, because the toast will be burnt and the eggs will be runny. And he'll tell me he loves me while we eat and he'll eat more than I will, which is fine, because the food will be horrible. And then we'll make love and he'll taste like eggs and toast, then me and then us. After, we'll cuddle until the phone starts to ring and then the magic will be over. If he feels guilty enough he'll pick me up at work that night and we'll go out to dinner-
He's looking guilty already, so it's a safe bet that he'll be picking me up tomorrow.
"Our anniversary's next week."
I smile genuinely this time, "I know."
"Think you can skip town for a few days?"
I shrug, "Probably. What are you planning?"
"A little trip. Anywhere you want to go."
"I'll look into that."
"Okay. I have to go," he stands and kisses me so tenderly, "Wait up for me?"
He always asks and I always try to, but he usually finds me passed out over my laptop in bed.
"Yeah."
"I'll see you tonight."
He's gone then and I go back to work, but my heart's not in it anymore, and I know that's because I'm going home to an empty house tonight and I'm falling asleep in an empty bed and I'm going to feel bad when he gets home. I love him, but sometimes he breaks my heart.
That's what I should expect though-I did marry a Luthor after all.