A/N: this is my blow out chapter; I might have to up the rating simply
because of Pete.
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The next day came around, and Chloe greeted it with a rare smile, not being a morning person. She remembered the previous night again and found that avoiding Clark might not be as hard as she thought, if certain people dropped by more often. She thought that last night she had a fleeting glimpse of the real Lex Luthor, the one that wasn't all 'Corporate take over- Eccentric yet sexy bald man in the castle'. She hurried through her morning chores, nearly forgetting to wake her Dad to go to work, and got out just in time to catch the bus, since the tornado a week ago her car had been making a funny rattling noise. "Pete!" She cried happily, plopping down beside him, grinning wildly. "I see you're out of your Clark-induced slump, so what gives? Did you meet a guy?" "Just because you solve all your problems in the sack doesn't mean everyone else does," She quipped happily. Pete gave her shoulder a friendly shove. "So no guy?" "Well," She thought, "technically there was a guy, but not in the same context that your thinking of," "So you didn't get any?" "No Pete! You can be so crude, very much a throw-back at times," she stated bitingly. Pete smiled happily, Chloe was being snarky again, which lead him to believe something had happened concerning Clark. "Was this guy that did not seduce you tall with dark hair?" he prodded. "No." "Ok, ok, I'll put more description into it. Was he tall, raven haired, irresistibly handsome, and charming, so that in your sadness, his wonderful smile disarmed the guard you have around your heart and you fell madly in love with him?" *tall, yes. No hair whatsoever, irresistibly handsome, oh yes. And charm, well, the man in question is literally dripping with it. And yes, he does have a fantastic smile.* Chloe found herself smiling in spite of the corniness of it all. "Pete, you sound like a walking romance novel. The kind most women hide in crumpled paper bags." She snarked. "Why thank-you. Women have a tendency to fall for passionate writers." "That's nice Pete. Just don't go around making me blush." And with that, Pete had found his new mission for the day. To make Chloe blush with his sordid tales of midnight trysts. "And our raven haired hero wrapped his strong arms about your waist, pulled you closer into an all consuming embrace. The only light came from the glowing iMac screens, and you felt yourself give in to his simple seduction, as he pulled you down near the coffee, trailing hot kisses down your neck making a fire rise inside-" "Alright Pete!" Chloe announced as the stepped into the halls of Smallville High. Pete really did have a way with words, and she couldn't help the images that floated to the surface when he spoke his lurid imaginings. Only the hero wasn't Clark every time, sometimes it would be a certain bald play-boy, a certain boss of her fathers. And that made her a little scared, and it made her feel a little excited, she wasn't thinking about just Clark anymore. "And as you lay there underneath him, exploring his well muscled body as he slowly brings a hand underneath your shirt, caressing your back, you can't help but shiver at the electricity of his touch, and you begin to moan his name-" "I DO NOT! Now will you shut up?" "Who's name?" a certain familiar voice asked. "Y-"Chloe interrupted quickly before he could embarrass her more, "No one." "Who? it had to be someone." "Why would you care anyways?" "Because I." "Because what? Because you care? That is a load of shit, and you know it." She huffed, walking quickly, "I do care, and it's not a load of shit, and why are you having sex? I thought you were a virgin! And in the newspaper office?" Chloe turned; her anger and her hurt boiling over until she let it speak, letting her tactfulness fall on the floor at her feet. "What does it matter to you Clark where or who I did anything with? You obviously could care less, given recent events!" She could feel her eyes begin to well up with tears, and before she turned into a basket case, took off down the hall. Just as she rounded the corner and neared the little girls' room, she felt a work calloused hand grip her elbow and wheel her around. "You can't love him," Clark said. "And how would you know who I can and can't love? You've been practically oblivious to me whenever Lana happened to walk within the boundaries of your radar!" "Chloe!" Clark yelled, hurt at her sudden anger, "you don't mean that, that's not true, Chloe-"a tear had dropped precariously onto her cheek, and she wiped it away viciously. "Let go of my arm." She stated in that 'don't mess with me' tone. "No Chloe, you have to listen-" She had had enough of this crap, mostly, she'd had enough of herself, crying and carrying on, and she was pissed. She balled her fist and let it swing, catching Clark shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to mar his perfect face. He stepped back, startled by her sudden hostility. "I don't have to listen to shit." She wrenched her arm from his grasp and slammed through the girls' room door.
***************** so what did you think? Pete, frankly, was not supposed to be so lurid. I had no idea he was actually going to be in the chapter, but it turned out to be one of my favourite chapters!
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The next day came around, and Chloe greeted it with a rare smile, not being a morning person. She remembered the previous night again and found that avoiding Clark might not be as hard as she thought, if certain people dropped by more often. She thought that last night she had a fleeting glimpse of the real Lex Luthor, the one that wasn't all 'Corporate take over- Eccentric yet sexy bald man in the castle'. She hurried through her morning chores, nearly forgetting to wake her Dad to go to work, and got out just in time to catch the bus, since the tornado a week ago her car had been making a funny rattling noise. "Pete!" She cried happily, plopping down beside him, grinning wildly. "I see you're out of your Clark-induced slump, so what gives? Did you meet a guy?" "Just because you solve all your problems in the sack doesn't mean everyone else does," She quipped happily. Pete gave her shoulder a friendly shove. "So no guy?" "Well," She thought, "technically there was a guy, but not in the same context that your thinking of," "So you didn't get any?" "No Pete! You can be so crude, very much a throw-back at times," she stated bitingly. Pete smiled happily, Chloe was being snarky again, which lead him to believe something had happened concerning Clark. "Was this guy that did not seduce you tall with dark hair?" he prodded. "No." "Ok, ok, I'll put more description into it. Was he tall, raven haired, irresistibly handsome, and charming, so that in your sadness, his wonderful smile disarmed the guard you have around your heart and you fell madly in love with him?" *tall, yes. No hair whatsoever, irresistibly handsome, oh yes. And charm, well, the man in question is literally dripping with it. And yes, he does have a fantastic smile.* Chloe found herself smiling in spite of the corniness of it all. "Pete, you sound like a walking romance novel. The kind most women hide in crumpled paper bags." She snarked. "Why thank-you. Women have a tendency to fall for passionate writers." "That's nice Pete. Just don't go around making me blush." And with that, Pete had found his new mission for the day. To make Chloe blush with his sordid tales of midnight trysts. "And our raven haired hero wrapped his strong arms about your waist, pulled you closer into an all consuming embrace. The only light came from the glowing iMac screens, and you felt yourself give in to his simple seduction, as he pulled you down near the coffee, trailing hot kisses down your neck making a fire rise inside-" "Alright Pete!" Chloe announced as the stepped into the halls of Smallville High. Pete really did have a way with words, and she couldn't help the images that floated to the surface when he spoke his lurid imaginings. Only the hero wasn't Clark every time, sometimes it would be a certain bald play-boy, a certain boss of her fathers. And that made her a little scared, and it made her feel a little excited, she wasn't thinking about just Clark anymore. "And as you lay there underneath him, exploring his well muscled body as he slowly brings a hand underneath your shirt, caressing your back, you can't help but shiver at the electricity of his touch, and you begin to moan his name-" "I DO NOT! Now will you shut up?" "Who's name?" a certain familiar voice asked. "Y-"Chloe interrupted quickly before he could embarrass her more, "No one." "Who? it had to be someone." "Why would you care anyways?" "Because I." "Because what? Because you care? That is a load of shit, and you know it." She huffed, walking quickly, "I do care, and it's not a load of shit, and why are you having sex? I thought you were a virgin! And in the newspaper office?" Chloe turned; her anger and her hurt boiling over until she let it speak, letting her tactfulness fall on the floor at her feet. "What does it matter to you Clark where or who I did anything with? You obviously could care less, given recent events!" She could feel her eyes begin to well up with tears, and before she turned into a basket case, took off down the hall. Just as she rounded the corner and neared the little girls' room, she felt a work calloused hand grip her elbow and wheel her around. "You can't love him," Clark said. "And how would you know who I can and can't love? You've been practically oblivious to me whenever Lana happened to walk within the boundaries of your radar!" "Chloe!" Clark yelled, hurt at her sudden anger, "you don't mean that, that's not true, Chloe-"a tear had dropped precariously onto her cheek, and she wiped it away viciously. "Let go of my arm." She stated in that 'don't mess with me' tone. "No Chloe, you have to listen-" She had had enough of this crap, mostly, she'd had enough of herself, crying and carrying on, and she was pissed. She balled her fist and let it swing, catching Clark shoulder. She couldn't bring herself to mar his perfect face. He stepped back, startled by her sudden hostility. "I don't have to listen to shit." She wrenched her arm from his grasp and slammed through the girls' room door.
***************** so what did you think? Pete, frankly, was not supposed to be so lurid. I had no idea he was actually going to be in the chapter, but it turned out to be one of my favourite chapters!