Until I Fall Away
Couple(s): Chloe/Lex, implied CC, implied CL
Rating: R for language and sensuality
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to someone other than me
Spoilers for: nothing
Author's Note: This is as 'R'-rated as I can write. I know it's short, but I couldn't extend it any farther. Told from Lex's POV. If I should do a second chapter from her perspective, let me know in your reviews. Thanks muchly.
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It was one of those things that you don't plan for, yet you aren't entirely surprised when it happens. The day Chloe came by the Manor, she said she was "looking for Clark. He said he'd be here."
Obviously her boyfriend wasn't visiting me, or "dropping off produce", like he'd told her. I knew where he was, of course; he and the lovely yet dull Miss Lang were in Metropolis eating dinner together.
You may think it was shitty for me to help Clark cheat on his girlfriend. It was, really, now that I think about it. Still, I knew Chloe deserved better than him, and that Clark was in no way capable of loving her the way she needed someone to.
That's not to say that I thought I deserved her; I didn't, and I don't. She's too lovely, too damn sexy, too perfect for me to have. Maybe I don't want her, maybe I do. All I know is that she's so, utterly, indescribably breathtaking in the moonlight. How do I know this? Simple: I slept with her.
It happened so fast that day. We were sitting in my office--perched on those ominous leather chairs of mine--watching the fire crackle. Her amazing blue eyes reflected the flames, and I had to touch her.
She could've pulled away. But, instead, she grasped my hand--which I had simply run tenderly down her soft cheek--and stared at me. "Lex," she breathed, something like lust or desire in her usually perky voice.
Then she was all over me; her mouth burning against mine, her hands under my shirt, undressing me, her eyes never closing; not even when I screwed her. Yes, I screwed my best friend's girl on the rugs in my office, while the fire burned and glinted off her blonde hair.
It was very quiet; there were no cries or names shouted in moments of passion. It was simply me and a sexy girl rolling around on the rug.
I worried that I was taking the virginity of a minor. That never bothered me before, but I knew Chloe was special. I knew she would have wanted her first time to be different. At least I think so. But then, she was having her merry way with me--her eyes blazing with heat as they stared down into mine--and I had to wonder if, maybe, she and Clark had done that before.
Yes, I'd thought about the two of them. It was usually a fleeting glimpse, and the image only came to me when I saw her. That might make me a pervert--I've been called worse things--but, hell, it wasn't an awful picture to have in one's head.
But I had the real thing for a few hours. The second time, she took the initiative; she just let me lie there and breathe, lie there and revel in her. She was enjoying herself. It was obvious by the way she smirked at me the whole time; almost as though she knew the insane effect she was having on me.
And then it was over as soon as it had begun. We were lying on the floor, breathing heavily. She made no move to cover herself, just laid there and held my gaze. My tongue was still hanging out of my mouth, so she leaned over and kissed me deeply.
My hands moved down her hips, and she let me touch her. She laid there, still smirking, and allowed me to stare at her; to drink in the sight of her glistening body. "Chloe," I whispered hoarsely.
She grabbed my hand, kissed it, then leaned over and--licked the top of my head. I shivered in spite of myself, and she laughed.
I knew it was time to tell her where Clark was. I had to, though I don't know why I felt that way. "Chloe," I began again, "do you want to know where Clark is?"
Her face clouded and she pushed herself away from my hand. After a beat, she nodded.
"He's with Lana in Metropolis," I heard myself tell her, hating myself for it.
There was a long pause; then, "fuck," she whispered, with more emotion than I'd ever heard from her. The word would have been shocking coming from her lips, but after our time together, I learned to expect anything from her.
"I'm sorry," was all I could offer.
She shrugged, then stood and stretched. I watched her lithe body move, though I told myself not to. She dressed quickly--in jeans and a black t-shirt--modesty not an issue. "You knew about this?" she asked with an edge in her voice.
I found myself nodding. "I set it up."
That was when she surprised me again; she could have called me a 'bastard' or spit in my face for ruining her happiness. Instead, she sighed and pulled me to my feet. She let her eyes roam over my body, and I actually felt self-conscious.
"I don't care, Lex. He never really cared about me, anyway; he was just using me until the fairy princess got a clue. I knew that all along, but I didn't accept it until now. Thank you for just now."
She was thanking me for screwing her? What do I say to that? "You're welcome to come back anytime." Smooth, Luthor.
A smile lit up her face. "I just might do that." She stood on her toes and caught my lips in a quick, passionate kiss. "Bye."
I grabbed her upper arm before she could open the door. "Wait. Have you ever--done that before? Slept with someone, I mean?" I don't know why I cared.
The elusive smirk replaced her smile. "Goodbye, Lex."
"Bye," I managed to choke out, still in awe of her natural beauty; a beauty she didn't seem to realize exists.
I may never be the honest, kind, loving guy she deserves; until she finds that man, however, I'll be here for her.
FINIS
Couple(s): Chloe/Lex, implied CC, implied CL
Rating: R for language and sensuality
Disclaimer: Everything but the plot belongs to someone other than me
Spoilers for: nothing
Author's Note: This is as 'R'-rated as I can write. I know it's short, but I couldn't extend it any farther. Told from Lex's POV. If I should do a second chapter from her perspective, let me know in your reviews. Thanks muchly.
******
It was one of those things that you don't plan for, yet you aren't entirely surprised when it happens. The day Chloe came by the Manor, she said she was "looking for Clark. He said he'd be here."
Obviously her boyfriend wasn't visiting me, or "dropping off produce", like he'd told her. I knew where he was, of course; he and the lovely yet dull Miss Lang were in Metropolis eating dinner together.
You may think it was shitty for me to help Clark cheat on his girlfriend. It was, really, now that I think about it. Still, I knew Chloe deserved better than him, and that Clark was in no way capable of loving her the way she needed someone to.
That's not to say that I thought I deserved her; I didn't, and I don't. She's too lovely, too damn sexy, too perfect for me to have. Maybe I don't want her, maybe I do. All I know is that she's so, utterly, indescribably breathtaking in the moonlight. How do I know this? Simple: I slept with her.
It happened so fast that day. We were sitting in my office--perched on those ominous leather chairs of mine--watching the fire crackle. Her amazing blue eyes reflected the flames, and I had to touch her.
She could've pulled away. But, instead, she grasped my hand--which I had simply run tenderly down her soft cheek--and stared at me. "Lex," she breathed, something like lust or desire in her usually perky voice.
Then she was all over me; her mouth burning against mine, her hands under my shirt, undressing me, her eyes never closing; not even when I screwed her. Yes, I screwed my best friend's girl on the rugs in my office, while the fire burned and glinted off her blonde hair.
It was very quiet; there were no cries or names shouted in moments of passion. It was simply me and a sexy girl rolling around on the rug.
I worried that I was taking the virginity of a minor. That never bothered me before, but I knew Chloe was special. I knew she would have wanted her first time to be different. At least I think so. But then, she was having her merry way with me--her eyes blazing with heat as they stared down into mine--and I had to wonder if, maybe, she and Clark had done that before.
Yes, I'd thought about the two of them. It was usually a fleeting glimpse, and the image only came to me when I saw her. That might make me a pervert--I've been called worse things--but, hell, it wasn't an awful picture to have in one's head.
But I had the real thing for a few hours. The second time, she took the initiative; she just let me lie there and breathe, lie there and revel in her. She was enjoying herself. It was obvious by the way she smirked at me the whole time; almost as though she knew the insane effect she was having on me.
And then it was over as soon as it had begun. We were lying on the floor, breathing heavily. She made no move to cover herself, just laid there and held my gaze. My tongue was still hanging out of my mouth, so she leaned over and kissed me deeply.
My hands moved down her hips, and she let me touch her. She laid there, still smirking, and allowed me to stare at her; to drink in the sight of her glistening body. "Chloe," I whispered hoarsely.
She grabbed my hand, kissed it, then leaned over and--licked the top of my head. I shivered in spite of myself, and she laughed.
I knew it was time to tell her where Clark was. I had to, though I don't know why I felt that way. "Chloe," I began again, "do you want to know where Clark is?"
Her face clouded and she pushed herself away from my hand. After a beat, she nodded.
"He's with Lana in Metropolis," I heard myself tell her, hating myself for it.
There was a long pause; then, "fuck," she whispered, with more emotion than I'd ever heard from her. The word would have been shocking coming from her lips, but after our time together, I learned to expect anything from her.
"I'm sorry," was all I could offer.
She shrugged, then stood and stretched. I watched her lithe body move, though I told myself not to. She dressed quickly--in jeans and a black t-shirt--modesty not an issue. "You knew about this?" she asked with an edge in her voice.
I found myself nodding. "I set it up."
That was when she surprised me again; she could have called me a 'bastard' or spit in my face for ruining her happiness. Instead, she sighed and pulled me to my feet. She let her eyes roam over my body, and I actually felt self-conscious.
"I don't care, Lex. He never really cared about me, anyway; he was just using me until the fairy princess got a clue. I knew that all along, but I didn't accept it until now. Thank you for just now."
She was thanking me for screwing her? What do I say to that? "You're welcome to come back anytime." Smooth, Luthor.
A smile lit up her face. "I just might do that." She stood on her toes and caught my lips in a quick, passionate kiss. "Bye."
I grabbed her upper arm before she could open the door. "Wait. Have you ever--done that before? Slept with someone, I mean?" I don't know why I cared.
The elusive smirk replaced her smile. "Goodbye, Lex."
"Bye," I managed to choke out, still in awe of her natural beauty; a beauty she didn't seem to realize exists.
I may never be the honest, kind, loving guy she deserves; until she finds that man, however, I'll be here for her.
FINIS
